Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

"what!"

Mark opened his eyes and felt as if he was being affected by the aftertaste of a nightmare, and woke up with extremely strong heart palpitations.

He was dripping with sweat, clutching his heart, which was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and looked around in a panic.

Sitting in the corner, he saw a dark room that could be summed up as "dilapidated" through the dim moonlight penetrating through the window.

With a slight movement of his left foot, the old cabinet he touched immediately made a heart-pounding "squeak", which made him frown.

Except for the shabby furniture that looks quite European, it is the walls that are moldy and shattered when touched. In the whole brick and wooden house, the air was filled with the musty smell of corruption, and the surrounding environment told Mark in a clear way how long the history of the building was abandoned.

Through the gap in the window made of rotten wood, you can see the traces left by the years on the opposite eaves and bricks and tiles, and a large number of dark red vines are clinging to it. In the dark place where the moonlight can't shine, with the night wind blowing, they are like a large group of poisonous snakes, wriggling their disgusting bodies secretly.

Bits and pieces of memory flooded into the brain—

The owner of this body is also called Marc, Marc Destiny, the son of an ordinary fallen middle-ranking officer in the Wright Empire. With a fairly generous pension, he studied the mystery of the National University of Mistry. Discipline, junior.

If he wanted to, he would either become a lady's little white face because of his handsome looks, or rely on the father's shadow left by his father to infiltrate the mysterious department of the military that studies [weird] phenomena. Live a safe life.

This time it was more like an internship before graduation. Tonight, he was instigated by a few new adventurer 'friends', and followed him to explore this ancient castle located more than 30 kilometers west of the city.

It didn't take long for something to happen.

The original owner didn't know what terrifying thing he saw, but he was scared to death.

Mark, who occupied the magpie's nest, was in such a chaotic state.

By the moonlight, he checked his equipment... It was unexpectedly good, he was wearing a full set of close-fitting leather armor. Although there are a lot of fancy decorations on it, when you pull it, it feels strong. The leather armor also has a metal armor piece on the chest, which is thin and hard, but also has a faint sacred breath.

He found a revolver on the ground with his left hand. This oversized old-fashioned revolver, at least three kilograms, was dead and dead. He lifted it like a dumbbell.

The intricate golden pattern on it shows its great value.

The residual temperature on the barrel told him that the gun had been fired not long ago.

I fumbled to open the roller magazine and found that there was only the last bullet left in it.

That's all his weapons, there should have been a sword, because he found an empty scabbard on his belt...

As far as the eye can see, the ground is in a mess, and at the far end there is a dilapidated wooden door with a dilapidated cabinet, which clearly tells how flustered the former owner of this body was after entering the room.

Looking at this old room with no way out, Mark instinctively felt bad.

Just then, something popped out of the pocket of the clothes.

Picking it up, Mark was stunned.

"This is……"

Suddenly a wry smile!

It was a twenty-sided dice that ordinary people wouldn't use. Before Mark crossed, he used it to play [Dungeon and Dragons] with his friends.

I still remember the game last night, when he threw 10 full-point 20 points in a row, killed the Quartet, was laughed at by his friends and scolded him for cheating, but when he was joking, he posted his experience of overwhelming luck to station B.

The title is astonishingly [I have a lot of luck tonight, as long as there are 100,000 likes, I will travel to another world. 】

This is purely a joke, I didn't expect to get 100,000 likes within an hour. The most common sentence in the comments is "to help every dream of life and death"!

Cough, I don't know if this counts as an outrageous time-travel?

Just as he picked up the crystal dice that was traveling with him, the originally unclear moonlight dimmed, and the shadows of the furniture in the room bathed in moonlight suddenly elongated.

The surrounding light and shadow kept flickering, and in the next second, most of the light between heaven and earth disappeared, leaving only three-quarters of the door panel.

Mark found a kerosene lamp, dug out the craftsmanship engraved in memory, and lit it with an old-fashioned lighter. The flickering dim light illuminated a small area ahead, and the dust seemed to be cheering for the visitor. .

Mark, who has watched countless horror movies, quickly made a decision: "Damn it! This room must not stay."

He didn't believe in the rubbish legend that drilling under the quilt could prevent ghosts.

After putting away the revolver and dice, he opened the cabinet and pushed open the dusty door. The long sound of "creak" spread far and wide in the night sky.

Behind the door is a stone staircase, a cylindrical spiral staircase.

Mark was in trouble, feeling very confused, extending upward as if he would reach the Louis XVI Pleasure Stage, and falling downward as if it were bottomless to hell.

Intuition told him that wherever he went, he would be dancing among the fangs of the feigned dragon.

"Too quiet..."

Just when he was undecided, a shrill scream came from about twenty meters above his head.

"what--"

The roar of despair filled with fear of the unknown and the indescribable, a penetrating coolness rushed from the soles of Mark's feet to his scalp, causing goose bumps all over his body, and Mark's face turned white with fright.

Someone was killed! ?

Uh, even if you knew something was wrong up there, you still ran over to watch the fun?

I'm not a stupid roe deer!

No matter, run now!

Without thinking any more, Mark ran towards the stone steps extending to the ground and ran away.

The light was dim, the darkness robbed him of the distance, and the monotonous footsteps blurred the sense of time and distance.

All he knew was to flee, to get away from the place where the screams came from as soon as possible.

Just when he was running so fast that even his consciousness was a little blurry, he heard a crackling sound from the outer wall of the stone stairs.

Something was racing down the outer wall of the stairwell.

You know with your butt, it is definitely not a good thing to be able to walk on the outer wall!

In theory, he can still return to the house just now, but ignoring the so-called retreat behind him, Mark continued to rush forward without hesitation.

The further down he ran, the colder the air became. He ran so intensely that he actually felt that the air in his lungs seemed to be freezing at zero degrees.

The surrounding light was completely dimmed, and there were no transoms to allow the moonlight to penetrate the stairwell.

I don't know how many laps I ran, and the stairs suddenly came to the end.

The strange being that was running wildly on the outer wall of the stairwell seemed to have hit the ground, or was blocked from chasing Mark and let out an anguished roar.

"Ow—"

At this moment, a human scream representing panic and despair came out not far from the voice.

"Wow!"

"what--"

I don't know who else was killed.

The voice came from far away, and Mark didn't know what it was. He only knew that if he didn't run, it would be no different from the tricks in horror movies -- he was dead.

Facing the darkness ahead, he subconsciously held up the kerosene lamp.

The light spread out a little, and cast it into the distance, covering the wooden door frames of the underground passage, and the shadow of the old man was drawn from the door frame.

This is a typical European-style dungeon wooden door.

The broken stone tiles under his feet made it a little difficult for Mark to walk.

Suddenly, a cold white light appeared in the gap of a dungeon gate ahead.

Mark thought to himself: Damn it!

His heart was beating wildly, and the excitement of the blood vessels brought by the rush just now had not yet subsided. He tried to calm down his breath, approached slowly, and sneaked into the gap.

With the light in the middle of the hall, it can be seen that this is a ballroom-like place.

The ballroom had apparently not been visited for a long time, and even the dust floating in the air had stagnated.

In the ruins, there is a shocking scene.

So many pieces!

There are not only a large number of human bones, but also fragments of furniture. They seem to have been cut by a laser knife, and every fracture is sharp and neat.

Taking two steps back, Mark saw the scene that made him hesitant the most - he hadn't noticed it at first. He lifted the lamp and took a closer look. The gate of the dungeon was actually two sacred objects made of bronze, with two raised objects on them. Large eyeball embossed.

Because of their age, relics that once shone as brightly as gold are now all dull patina. Coupled with the remaining burnt residue in the groove next to it, as well as the name of the God of Light engraved on the copper pillar, which no one in this world will admit wrongly, even if he doesn't know anything like the original dead ghost Mark, he knows most of this sacred object. It is the most common evil-suppressing holy artifact in this world [the Eye of Light].

Since it is the classic evil-suppressing mode, there...

If there is a choice, killing Mark will not enter this kind of place that makes people feel that it is a boss room. Unfortunately, there was the sound of a wooden door or a wooden window knocking open from a distance, and the sound of continuous and heavy footsteps broke into Mark's ears from far and near.

Without any hesitation, Mark opened the door and rushed in, not forgetting to re-tighten the door bolt while he was nervous.

The closer you get to the middle of the ballroom, not only are there many pieces, but even the hard marble floor tiles are covered with cut marks.

After comparing it, the widest part can easily fit his index finger.

"Goo."

Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Mark was not too sure. He instinctively realized that the culprit of all this should be the thing that looked like a square altar in the middle of the ballroom—

Along the reflector at the top of the ballroom, the icy silver moonlight formed a beam of light, like a tall lamp projected on the booth.

It was a rectangular music box about the size of a lunch box!

The shape of this music box is very delicate and simple. An old-fashioned metal knob sits next to the ebony base.

There are two circular rails on the top of the box, one is empty, and the other rail has a delicate little doll.

It's a bit inappropriate to say it's a puppet.

Different from the fixed-action doll on the ordinary music box, this female humanoid object with two knuckles high and metal texture can be called a figure-level puppet.

The arms and long legs of matchstick thickness are connected by movable metal joints.

With shoulder-length silver short hair, she was wearing a fluttering white ballet dress with a few white silk ties swaying on her shoulders without wind.

It is the female puppet's face that makes people palpitate: three-quarters of it is a delicate face made of unknown material that looks like it is made of silicone, and the collapsed part of the left forehead has a very realistic human bone structure. The glass eyeball seems to be inlaid with a small sapphire as the pupil.

But those bulging eyes looked extremely terrifying and strange, and just a glance, there was a sense of trance that couldn't be taken away.

It's a pity that dust has fallen from the decaying ceiling of the hall...

'It' has come.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

This is a heartbeat that can't be calmed down!

Look around and stop hesitating.

Mark quickly put down the kerosene lamp and climbed to the bottom of a red chaise longue with a broken corner.

Drilling into this gap that is about forty centimeters high, I just have the illusion of being the old king next door.

With the banging sound of the ballroom gate being knocked open, Mark knew:

It really came.

"Mark...Mark...It's alright, that monster...I drove away...Come out..." The murmured voice was hoarse. There was a clear voice coming from the gate, and there was an illusion from the underworld.

"Bah! Bah!"

Very strange footsteps, I feel that there are more than one pair of feet coming.

Mark's nerves tensed to the extreme. He recognized that this was the voice of one of the adventure companions. What was it called?

"You...don't hide...I know...you are here..."

The sound of footsteps was mixed with the faint sound of liquid dripping onto the ground. With a thick smell of blood, Mark, who was hiding under the chair, suddenly shrank to the extreme.

Someone is looking for it, are you moved?

dare not move! dare not move!

Through the dim kerosene lights on the ballroom floor, a pair of bloody palms and half-pale arms entered Mark's field of vision.

The other party was lying on all fours, feeling that his chest was almost touching the floor;

Immediately, its chin slowly appeared in Mark's field of vision.

He subconsciously held his breath.

No, the extreme tension and fear made him completely forget that he still breathes at this moment, and just stared at the man's chin that was constantly moving down.

Then there are the white to blue lower lip and upper lip, and the hook-like tip of the nose.

A little bit down, a little bit down...

Just a little more...

Mark could see the thing's face.

Of course, this also means that the other party can also see him under the chaise longue.

Mark knew that in a few moments, he would be seen and caught, but he just didn't dare to look away.

Just when he was so frightened that his heart almost stopped,

The face suddenly began to rise, and its upper lip, lower lip, and chin disappeared from Mark's field of vision one after another.

The footsteps left the chaise longue, out of the ballroom, further and further away.

It, gone.

Mark finally realized that he seemed to hold his breath for a long time, opened his mouth, and began to silently gulp the air.

Dizzy due to lack of oxygen in the brain, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Such a big man wanted to cry.

Before crossing the road, he never worried about anything. The biggest worry every day when he was studying was just which department he should agree to go out on a date with tonight. When playing basketball, he couldn't hear the referee's whistle because there were too many girls clamoring on the sidelines.

He can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't commit an open crime.

There were countless opportunities in front of him, but he didn't know how to cherish them.

Now?

Do whatever you want, just don't spend a second in this hellish world.

Just as he was cursing his fate and rejoicing for the rest of his life, suddenly a pale and hideous face came into view.

Half of its face has been pulled apart, revealing scarlet eye sockets, bulging cheek muscles, and half of its gums.

With supreme malice, it quietly opened its mouth.

"...So, you are here!"