Reborn My Name Is Kobe

I held the bunch of keys in my hand and looked at them repeatedly. Robert's attention was also attracted by the bunch of keys. Jessica climbed down from the canopy several meters high. To be honest, I didn't expect it at all.

She can actually have such a strong figure.

Although the bunch of keys in my hand looks quite strange, I vaguely feel that this may be what we need most right now. It is possible that one of these keys can open the door of that building.

"Jessica, you are so amazing. I never knew you could have such great climbing skills before."

"Well, I used to be very naughty when I was little. I often climbed up the trees near my home to pick fruits and crack birds' eggs. Although I haven't climbed up the trees for many years, I saw that neither of you can climb up today.

, so I wanted to give it a try. I didn’t expect that the tree looked very tall, but it was not as difficult to climb as I thought.”

"Look at this bunch of keys. They really don't look like they were from this era."

I handed the key chain to Jessica. She looked at it back and forth and left and right for a long time, and finally handed the key chain back to my hand.

"Although these keys look very old, they are actually relatively new. I guess they were made no more than twenty years ago."

I was a little unconvinced at first, but when I really observed these keys in detail, I realized that what Jessica said was indeed true. This bunch of keys was extremely well preserved, and there was no sign of the erosion of the years.

In fact, no matter what material the key is made of, time will leave more or less traces on its surface.

We took this bunch of keys and returned to the tightly closed door of the floor. I took a rough look at the size of the keyhole in the door, and then found two keys that were about the same size as the keyhole.

keys, and then get ready to try them one by one.

When the first key was inserted into the keyhole, it failed to open the door smoothly. At this time, the three of us looked at each other, with our hearts in our throats, hoping for the remaining key.

The key is the key that can open this door.

I carefully inserted the second key into the keyhole, and then gently turned the keyhole. This time, there seemed to be some reaction. I heard some small sounds, although the door was not opened yet, as if there was something wrong.

There was something in the keyhole blocking the key's rotation path. I twisted hard, and with the sound of a slow rotation of mechanical gears, the door finally opened slowly.

When the door opened, a thick layer of dust came over the floor. This feeling was quite uncomfortable. I don’t know how long it had been since no one lived here. There was so much dust already there, and

There was some irritating substance in the dust, and all three of us started sneezing.

For this reason, we had to wait until the door was completely opened and the dust inside gradually dispersed before we came back to the door again.

I held up a flashlight and looked inside, only to find that the world behind the gate was completely different from when Jessica and I first came. This feeling is really difficult to explain clearly, but this also explains why.

We are right to come to Sir Faustin's manor this time. There must be many secrets here waiting for us to discover.

We turned on the flashlight and slowly walked into the world behind the door. It was actually a little weirder than we imagined, because the place where the flashlight shined was basically deserted. Originally, Jay and I last time

When Sika came here for the first time, all the furniture he saw was gone. Instead, it was as if there had been a violent fire. Everything was pitch black, and a lot of ashes followed us in.

It was blown up by the wind it brought.

"Wow, this place is really weird. It seems that there was a violent fire here. But the strange thing is, if there was a fire here, why does this door seem to be intact?" Robert said in surprise.

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I came back to the door again and carefully inspected the door, only to find that not only was the door not burned by the flames, there was not even a trace of flames passing through it on the surface. No matter how fireproof it was,

The material, at least after being burned by flames, will leave some traces of discoloration on the surface. However, I turned on the flashlight and checked carefully bit by bit, but I could not see any trace of flame burning.

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But look here again, it is indeed ashes, so what kind of situation is this?

"What should we do now?" Jessica's face looked a little unhappy. It was obvious that the ashes on the ground here made people feel very bad.

"Jessica, it's okay. I'm here. Let's go up to the second floor to see the situation later. I always feel that something is not right."

The three of us passed through the first floor, which had been completely reduced to ashes, and then went up the stairs to the second floor. The staircase leading to the second floor attracted my extra attention, because this staircase connected the first and second floors.

, but at least judging from the current situation, it does not seem to have many traces of flame burning. Just like the door, it is very strange that there are no traces of flame burning on the noodles.

Could it be said that the flames on this floor were still selective? They simply burned the furniture, but did not cause any damage to the door and stairs at all?

Robert and Jessica probably had the same idea as me at this time, but even so, we didn't linger on the stairs any longer and continued up to the second floor.

When we first stepped onto the second floor, the lights in the entire second floor corridor seemed to be controlled by someone. One after another, they automatically lit up. It felt really weird, that kind of

The weird atmosphere that Jessica and I felt when we first walked into this building came back again. It really seemed to have the feeling of a haunted house.

"It's really haunted!" Robert put away the flashlight.

"There are no traces of fire attack on the second floor. It seems that the ashes on the first floor are really strange. What is going on? You said it was a fire, but there were no traces on the pillars or walls.

How many traces of burning? If it was not a fire, why would there be so much ashes left? And the most critical question is where did the original furniture go? Are these ashes left behind after the furniture burned?

, or something else." I held my chin and guessed.

"I think these ashes are probably not leftover after burning furniture. Do you think about the materials used in ordinary American furniture? How can it be so easy to be completely burned into such ashes that they are flying all over the sky when blown by the wind?

Ashes, I don’t think these ashes are the result of burning furniture, but more like the result of burning paper.”

Jessica's words reminded us all at once. To be honest, I had a vague feeling just now, because ordinary wooden furniture generally cannot be completely and fully burned after burning, but will leave some dark charcoal.

, this is because there is insufficient oxygen and the flame temperature is not high enough, so it cannot be completely burned. But paper is different, because paper has a wider range of contact with air, so it is easier to be fully burned in the air.

Therefore, the ash particles left behind tend to be smaller.

The size of the ash particles we just saw on the first floor seems to be closer to the ashes left after burning paper. On the contrary, there are almost no traces of black charcoal left behind by that kind of wooden furniture.

"Jessica, what you said makes sense, but then a new question arises. Where did the furniture on this floor go? And who burned what kind of paper? These papers

Could it be that there were a lot of books? And looking at the scale of the ashes left on the first floor, how many books would be the traces left after being burned? In the end, even if these books had to be burned, why would they?

We chose to do it in the hall on the first floor, why can’t we just take it to the courtyard outside to burn it?”

Robert and Jessica couldn't help but fall into silence after listening to my words.

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, let's stop thinking about it. Let's take a look at what's on the second floor first. Why did these lights suddenly light up just now? Could it be that this house is still powered by electricity now?

But it looks like it hasn’t been inhabited for decades!”

Not long after Robert's words fell, the lights in the aisle above our heads went out again one after another. We thought these lights were voice-controlled and deliberately made some loud noises, but these lights stopped again.

It didn't light up again.

Moreover, after nearly ten seconds of our loud shouts, a faint echo came from around us.

At first I thought I had heard it wrong, but when I deliberately roared at the top of my voice, the echo finally came as expected, and at this time both Robert and Jessica turned their attention.

It hit my body, and I shuddered involuntarily, because I vaguely felt that something was not right about the voice that came back again.

I took a few steps towards the corridor on the second floor and found that the murals that were originally hung on the walls were no longer on both sides of the corridor. Instead, there were some grid-like wall cloths. The colors of these wall cloths were very bright.

But perhaps because of the passage of time, the original bright colors have become a little dull.

We walked into the study room where Jessica and I saw those photos and diaries when we first came here. However, the layout of the study room was completely different from what it was then. Now it has become

There was a room similar to an archive room, with several neat rows of bookshelves inside, and some books that had already turned yellow were neatly placed on the bookshelves.

I walked to a bookshelf and picked up a book on the shelf. I found that there was not a single word on the cover of the book. I picked up another book and found that there was also no word on the cover.

Even if there is only one word, it is really strange. Are these books all wordless heavenly books?

However, when I opened all these books, I discovered that these books are really wordless scriptures. Not only is there not a single word on the cover of the book, there is not even a word inside the book.

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"Jessica, look, there really isn't a word in these books. Isn't it strange?"

"It's impossible to explain why someone would put so many books with no words in them here.

Go." Jessica also picked up a few of the books, opened them and looked at them over and over again.

Robert looked from one bookshelf to another, searched several bookshelves back and forth, and finally determined that all the books on the bookshelves had no words.

"There's something quite wrong with these books. I have to take some of them back and study them slowly. When Jessica and I came here before, we didn't bring back enough physical objects for us to study. This time we can't

If I make such a mistake again, no matter whether these books are real Wordless Books or fake Wordless Books, I will take them back first and then try to figure out the reason."

After saying that, I took a book from each bookshelf and put it into my bag. The books themselves were relatively small, just like small notebooks. Even if I took a lot of books at one go,

In fact, it doesn’t take up much space.

Seeing that we couldn't find anything more useful here, we were ready to leave this room. When Jessica and I first came here, this room was the main study room, which contained

There are many photos of people living in this manor. In fact, this time we came here

A very important purpose is to find that photo, because what Kobe said to me in a meditative state is still fresh in my memory. He said that the people in the photos that appear here are with me in Los Angeles.

The people seen in the photos in the history museum are different.

I originally thought that I would be able to see those photos again today. With those photos, Kobe's soul could once again confirm whether he had seen it wrong. Now it's better. Not only can the photos in the Los Angeles History Museum not be visible,

Here we are, now we can’t even see the photos in this manor. Thinking of this, I feel a little uncomfortable. Does this mean that another very important clue has been broken?

I took Jessica's hand and walked out of the room, and Robert didn't forget to use the camera to take pictures for a while before coming out. He had the camera in his hand all the way. Although the camera he brought was pixelated,

It's not particularly tall, but its size is relatively small, making it more suitable for carrying around for shooting.

When we walked out of the room, we found that something seemed to be wrong again. The three of us looked at each other, as if we were all waiting for the other person to express his inner thoughts first.

In the end, I was the first to express my thoughts.

"Did you pay attention to the wall coverings on these walls just now? I think something is wrong."

"It's hard to say this, but when I came here just now, I used the camera in my hand to take pictures. Now we just need to take out the pictures in the camera again and look at it, okay?" Robert handed over the camera in his hand.

come over.

The three of us surrounded the camera, our eyes fixed on the small camera screen. When the camera rewinded to the second floor where we first entered, and then looked at the walls, we were extremely surprised.

What happened was that there was no wall covering at all on the camera. Instead, there were some paintings hanging on the wall, just like what Jessica and I saw when we first came here.

Once again, a chill that spread from the inside out, from the soles of my feet to the top of my head hit me instantly. How could this kind of thing really happen in reality? It was as if this weird manor really happened.

Supernatural events in general.

However, then I told myself that there are no supernatural events in this world at all. There must be some reason for such unexplainable things, but we have not found the reason yet.

Now Robert believes our words, and he also understands the weirdness of this manor. Of course, I definitely don’t agree with his suggestion that Sir Faustin, the owner of this manor, is a vampire. If he is a vampire,

Then isn't the family living here all vampires?

But if you think about it carefully, it's impossible. If they are vampires, then why not let other people around here enter? If they want to suck blood, shouldn't they invite people nearby to enter the manor to participate in various events?

Are you holding various banquets? That way you can use these living people as blood bags unknowingly.

I expressed my thoughts, and Robert did not comment. Instead, he rewinded the camera in his hand to the scene when we first entered the manor.

He didn’t know it, but he was really shocked when he did it. It turns out that when we rewind the picture in this camera to the beginning of recording, and then look at what we have experienced along the way, we will find that the camera

The images recorded there are actually quite different from the images we saw during our personal experience.

For example, the style of the door we saw when we first entered was not quite right. I remember that the style of the door we saw was different from what Jessica and I saw when we first entered the manor.

However, the gate that appeared in this video turned out to be the gate that Jessica and I saw when we first entered the manor.