Alien Hotel

Irene let go of her hand, and the unfolded "secret letter" immediately burst into layers of illusory flames, and then shrank and folded into a plain piece of letter paper in the blink of an eye.

Yu Sheng, however, was still staring at the paper motionless, his brows full of solemnity and thinking.

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After a while, Little Red Riding Hood's voice came from the side: "...Old Zheng... is really him..."

There was hesitation and resistance in the girl's tone. It was obvious that she was having trouble accepting the clues in front of her. Although she came here to find out something - but now that she had really found something, the result was not what she expected. That way.

The sacrifice in the white exhibition hall of the museum was really a trap for her, and the person who led her into this trap was indeed the "contact person" she was familiar with.

Although it is not difficult to judge from the words in the secret letter, the contact person called "Old Zheng" may have been bewitched and deceived.

"The signature is Servant of Angel. It is obvious that the person who wrote this letter is the group of believers who follow the Dark Angel. They are the same group of people who performed the sacrificial ceremony in the white exhibition hall." Yu Sheng shook the letter paper in his hand and spoke calmly. He said, "The reason why they communicate in this primitive way of 'letters' seems to be to use this special 'magic' to hide their actions."

"The person who received the letter must have been completely deceived," Eileen said beside her. "Blessing, getting rid of the curse, kindness, being misunderstood by the world, etc. are all classic lines of cults. But sometimes it really works.”

Yu Sheng glanced at the expression on Little Red Riding Hood's face, thought for a moment and then said: "Judging from the content revealed in the letter, 'Old Zheng' actually didn't know it was a trap. He might have thought he was helping you... …He may have even wanted to help you from a long time ago, and then he was tricked by those angel cultists because of this.”

Little Red Riding Hood listened silently and never spoke. After a while, she finally broke the silence by muttering: "How could a person who deals with 'wonders' and foreign lands all day long be fooled like this..." How long has he been deceived?"

"... I'm afraid it won't be long," Yu Sheng recalled the contents of the secret letter just now and said while thinking, "The letter mentioned things like witnessing it with his own eyes, which shows that 'Old Zheng' didn't just listen to those angel believers. Orally committed, and may even have been dragged into some rituals by the cultists, or at least exposed to things related to the Dark Angel - he was already deeply involved before he coaxed you to go to the White Exhibition Hall."

At this point, he stopped, pondered for a moment and then said: "And this letter also revealed another important information... Those guys are probably not targeting you personally, but the 'fairy tale' behind you."

Little Red Riding Hood didn't speak, but looked at other letters and notes.

"Eileen," Yu Sheng also reacted immediately, "Look, are there anything hidden like this letter here?"

"I'll look for it." Eileen agreed, sat down among the piles of things on the table, and started rummaging around.

But after searching for a long time, she found nothing.

"No, these are all ordinary things left, including these letters - it seems that communicating through traditional letters is this person's personal hobby." The little doll sat on the table with his legs crossed. He was wandering on the edge of the table, then raised his head and looked around, "I took a quick look around this room, but there's nothing worth paying attention to."

Yu Sheng's answer to the little doll was not surprising.

It seems that those things related to the Angelic Cultists have either been moved in advance or destroyed, and this last letter has not been dealt with in time.

But Yu Sheng was not discouraged. He just observed the room more carefully, and then began to inspect every corner of it.

Correspondence or items directly related to the Angelic Cultists may indeed have been moved in advance or completely destroyed, but this does not mean that there are no other clues left here - the contact person has obviously been deeply involved, even to the point of To the extent that he actively comes into contact with the Dark Angel, he will definitely reflect this influence in his daily life, changes in habits, some inadvertent traces, a few words left in the diary... People always leave traces when they are alive. Yeah, he couldn't possibly clean everything up.

Little Red Riding Hood also noticed Yu Sheng's intention, and she began to check every corner of the room together, and even summoned her own wolf to let these shadow creatures check for clues that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Irene also began to carefully look through the papers and books on the table - although these things were ordinary "mundane things", clues might also be hidden in these ordinary notes and messages.

At this moment, a shadow wolf suddenly stopped in the center of the room, making a low whine and tapping its paws on a carpet next to the bed.

Little Red Riding Hood frowned for a moment, stepped forward and lifted up the carpet.

There was nothing hidden under the carpet, but some traces that were difficult to distinguish could still be seen on the floor.

They were some weird symbols and lines, surrounding a circle about one meter in diameter, with a faint dark red color. They seemed to have been carefully scrubbed once, leaving only very light traces, but maybe Because this "smearing-scrubbing" process was repeated so many times that the faint outlines still remained on the floor.

"It looks like it was smeared with blood," Little Red Riding Hood frowned, carefully distinguishing the extremely faint traces on the floor. "It is a very basic psychic ritual, but only traces of runes are left, without sacrifices and traces. The matching prayers and call signs make it difficult to trace what specific things it was used to communicate.”

"Will it be used to communicate with the dark angels?" Yu Sheng asked curiously.

"It's hard to say," Little Red Riding Hood frowned and shook her head, "You know, I have never been involved in this kind of thing. I have only heard that although those angel believers claim to have the ability to communicate with 'messengers', But in fact, most of the time they just have crazy hallucinations when they take too many drugs. The Dark Angels themselves actually don't respond to humans at all, or... their way of responding is to directly drive people crazy. "

Speaking of this, she paused and her expression turned slightly gloomy: "Old Zheng is a 'novice' who has obviously been deceived and is using such basic psychic skills. It's hard to say what he can successfully communicate with." ...It's probably just another layer of deception prepared by those angelic believers to make him mistakenly believe that he can really listen to 'divine will'."

Yu Sheng listened without comment, but after a moment of contemplation he squatted down and slowly brushed over the vague dark red traces with his hand.

Then he suddenly took out a knife from his pocket and made a small cut on his hand.

Bright red blood dripped onto the floor.

Little Red Riding Hood was shocked for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to stop: "Hey, what are you doing! You can't just do something with such an unknown direction..."

The blood was absorbed by those blurry dark red traces in the blink of an eye, like water drops on a sponge.

Little Red Riding Hood's exclamation from beside her suddenly faded away and turned into a long, intermittent noise.

Yu Sheng raised his head and saw that everything in the room seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. He felt vaguely like he had fallen into some dimension that was gradually being separated from reality. Little Red Riding Hood and Irene became two silent beings. The shadows lingering not far away seemed to be moving slowly towards this side, but the whole process seemed to be stretched to infinite time.

Yu Sheng rubbed his eyes and stood up from the ground. He was a little surprised by the situation in front of him, but he was not too surprised. After seeing so many weird scenes, he was not surprised by this "sudden change in the situation". The level of acceptance is extremely high, and the nerves have almost grown to the level of a pillar.

Then, he noticed that the vague "gauze" in the surrounding environment seemed to gradually fade away.

The room was still the same room, but everything was tinged with a layer of darkness, and the skylight shining in from the window turned into a dull pale color. Although it still looked bright, it seemed that it could not illuminate the place outside the window anyway.

Yu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He saw writings emerging on the dark walls and floors in places where "sunlight" could not illuminate.

It was like someone's "thinking" was strongly projected into this strange time and space. Yu Sheng saw the words that were constantly emerging spreading in all directions——

"I want to help them...

"I went to the orphanage again, and after a few months...a familiar face disappeared again...

"The tree planted by the last Little Red Riding Hood has grown very tall. Today a new child came to me. She said she was the new Little Red Riding Hood...

“Only fourteen years old, she said she wanted a job…

"No one can do anything, not the Secret Service, not the association, I have collected and studied so many things to lift the curse and fight the dream, but there is nothing I can do.

“…Someone came to me and said they could help…

"They are a bit suspicious. I suspect they are related to some illegal secret cult, but they showed me something..."

The words extended on the floor and walls, in the air, and in Yu Sheng's field of vision. Finally, they almost covered every inch of space that he could see, and then gradually faded away silently.

A weird sound, like something slowly crawling, came from above.

Yu Sheng slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw that the ceiling of the room had cracked a hole at some point, a circular gap that corresponded to the dark red ring mark on the ground.

A low, chaotic noise came from the gap, accompanied by the strange sound of some kind of creature slowly moving and rubbing, and a slender limb with a surface full of weird protrusions and fine lines poked out from inside.

This tentacle expanded and contracted silently in the air, began to patrol slowly, and moved little by little toward Yu Sheng's location...