Fairy’s Box

The bed that had not been cleaned for a long time was covered with dust. After Roconner fell, the rotten and moldy mattress suddenly spewed large swathes of dust, and his entire body was covered with a layer of gray.

Cough, cough, the middle-aged detective was choked and coughed loudly, struggling to get up, when his limbs were suddenly tightly bound by the cold and sticky objects, and he could not break free with all his strength.

Through the dim candlelight, he took a closer look, and what bound him turned out to be four rotten and smelly palms.

"What the **** is this!" Luo Conner's scalp was numb, a chill rose in his heart, and he struggled desperately, but the more he tried, the tighter the restraint became.

Just as he was struggling and sweating profusely, when he was almost exhausted, he felt a sticky and moist touch coming from his body. Could it be that he was scared to pee? It's a shame to be a police detective for so many years.

At the same time, Roconna was frightened, and at the same time felt ashamed of himself. Soon, he put the shame to the sky, because no matter how bad the urine was, it would not carry a rancid smell.

The sticky and moist feeling had spread to his head, and a rotten corpse stench also poured into his nostrils. He found that the sheets beside him had been dyed dark red. It turned out that the viscous liquid came from the mattress. oozing blood.

"God, who will help me!" The detective couldn't hold back his fear, and even knowing that the seaside villa was remote, he couldn't help crying out loud for help.

At this moment, he thought of many things, the death of the Charlie family, and the rumors that he had scorned.

Roconna's desperate cry echoed in the interior of the villa, and the feeling of empty loneliness only deepened his fear, when another gust of wind blew in.

boom! The door to the room was re-closed.

The two knight apprentices who were sitting quietly like dead corpses slowly stood up. Because of the light, the detective could not see their faces, but it was enough for him to be ecstatic.

"Are! Bruno! Great, you guys are finally awake. Help me, damn, what the **** is this, witchcraft?"

The two did not respond to his call for help, but moved stiffly like puppets, which made Detective Luo Conner fall into a deeper despair. How could this gesture look like a living person? It was clearly two corpses that had been dead for a long time and had just been resurrected.

"Bruno" took a step forward with a staggering gait, and seemed to lose his balance. His body hit the ground heavily, like a broken doll, and a head rolled down.

Along the straight line, he rolled straight to the bedside, revealing a half-rotted female face, vaguely recognizing the charm before birth. Roconnor knew that this was definitely not Bruno's face, because he was too familiar with this face. Since he took over the case, he had checked it countless times, Mrs. Anna, the wife of Mr. Charlie's death.

Mrs. Anna's eye sockets had been corroded, leaving nothing but darkness, but Agent Roconnor could feel a line of sight coming from there, staring straight at him.

"No!" The detective collapsed, and in his painful wailing, the candle flame was also blown out by the cold wind, the bright moon had long since disappeared, and the house was plunged into complete darkness...

"Detective Roconna! Agent Roconnor!" The two knight apprentices shouted in my ears...

"What's wrong with him, he was fine last night, why is he sweating so badly..." Bruno pinched his nose, dissatisfied with the smog in the room.

"I don't know. As soon as I woke up in the morning, I found that his eyes were closed and his expression was wrong, as if he was frightened by something." Yale patted the detective's face, trying to wake him up.

who is calling me? The voice is very familiar, very similar to those two young knight apprentices... Aren't they dead! !

The detective suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Yale's slightly happy face:

"Great, you're finally awake!"

"Go away, go away!" Detective Roconna jumped up from the floor in shock, shrank to the corner of the wall and shivered, looking panicked.

But just to wake you up, is it necessary to be so exaggerated? It hurts self-esteem! Yale's mood fell into a trough.

"Hahahaha... You see you scared him." Bruno couldn't help laughing when his companion touched his nose, and then a smug look appeared in his eyes: "If I were to change it, I would definitely not be like this."

Detective Roconna pointed at him with a blank face, and said tremblingly:

"The devil! You must be the devil..."

The pretty boy's smile froze on his face, but this time, it was Ale who laughed without any image.

Seeing the two perform so vividly, Agent Roconna became puzzled, rubbed his face hard, and said in surprise:

"Great, I'm still alive! You guys are still alive!? It turned out to be a dream..."

"Last night... did you have a nightmare?" Seeing the detective's behavior was so outrageous, Yale was a little strange.

"It's not just a nightmare..." Thinking of last night's experience, Luo Conner couldn't help but feel a chill behind him, and said with a livid face:

"I tell you, after I fell asleep last night, I was woken up by a bird call..."

Detective Roconnor stroked his chest like a frightened bird, and explained what he had dreamed about last night.

"Then, you fainted from fright? It was just a dream" Bruno was still indignant about what happened in the morning, his cheeks were puffed up, and his tone was a little harsh.

"I didn't expect that dream to be so real..." The detective scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Dream..." Yale was awakened by bad memories, his expression was a little dazed, and he murmured:

"Perhaps, dreams are not so simple."

The three discussed for a while, but still had no clue. Detective Roconnor himself had already treated the memory of last night as a nightmare.

After that, the whole villa was explored. Although the detectives had turned the villa upside down inside and out, Detective Roconnor insisted on searching again. Yale didn't care. Bruno, who seemed to have a cleanliness Guy, all the way up, he appeared to be tiptoeing and aggrieved.

Until night, Yale locked all the doors and windows this time. During the day, they had cleaned up a little here, and it didn't look so messy.

"I think it's still necessary to treat it with caution. It's impossible for the rumors that have been spread for so long to come out of nowhere. Agent Loconnor's nightmare is likely to be a clue. It may even be a warning!"

Yale was sitting on the rattan chair, facing the two of them, and seriously expressed a series of opinions.

"I also think it's a little strange. Even if it's only a little possible, we have to be very careful."

In order to complete the task successfully, Bruno reluctantly agreed with his companions.

"Then what should we do?" After all, it was for the safety of his own life, so Detective Roconnor couldn't possibly have any opinion.

"Tonight, Bruno and I stand guard alternately. If you find anything strange, we will remove it on the spot!"

The three reached an agreement, and Agent Roconnor continued to sleep. Bruno kept a vigil in the first half of the night, and changed to Yale in the second half of the night.