The Modern Age of the Mysterious

I don't know how long the flames here have been extinguished, but there is still a lingering smell of fireworks in the abandoned building.

It can be seen that this place used to be a textile factory. The scorched textile machines, like the large animal bones left after the wildfire, have now been covered with thick dust.

The place was so quiet and depressing that it made people shudder. If it weren't for the sunlight streaming in through the broken windows, Sean wouldn't dare to explore it.

As Sean walked, he extended his soul, explored everywhere, trying to find any clues - after all, Arya most likely came here based on the address, and maybe there will be some clues left.

Although he knew the probability was very small, in order to find Arya, Sean didn't want to miss even the tiniest possibility.

"From the scene of the fire, this textile factory has been abandoned for a long time. Why hasn't it been acquired or disposed of?"

Sean searched with such a question, extending to the soul tentacles on the third floor, and felt a stinging pain that seemed to be burned, "Is there a fire?"

In order to reduce consumption, Sean restrained his soul. Guessing that there may be a homeless man here to build a fire to keep out the cold, so he went up the stairs to the third floor.

The third floor seemed to be where the workers lived back then. The burn marks here were particularly severe. Almost all the walls were burnt to a pitch-black color, and there were rows of deformed lockers along the walls.

Several beams of skylight shone down from the hollow skylights on the roof, illuminating the fluttering ashes in the air.

Sean frowned in the shadows: "Just now my soul tentacles clearly felt burning, why didn't I find any flames when I came up?"

In order to verify that it wasn't his hallucination, Sean tried to diffuse his soul.

First, the soul felt a wave of heat, and everything in front of him suddenly burned violently. Dozens of people who were charred to black and the flames on their bodies were standing and facing Sean.

Due to the panic, Sean's soul suddenly came back. There were still dark walls, fluffy ash, the flames and the burned people were gone.

Sean's nerves suffered a strong shock, and he was suddenly sweating profusely and panting heavily.

"What was it just now?!" Beads of sweat fell from Sean's forehead. He seemed to have shuttled back to the scene of the fire just now, but it felt very strange.

He recalled for a while, and soon found something strange: he could hear the sound of the flames burning, but those who were burned by the flames just looked at themselves silently, without any movement or sound.

This feeling is so weird, Sean wants to turn around and escape from here.

But his reason told him that if there was danger here, then when he stepped into the third floor or saw the fire field through the symbol, it had already happened, so he wouldn't let himself stay here for so long.

Moreover, in addition to finding that those who were burned did not make any sound, Sean also discovered something keenly. He closed his eyes and recalled the scene just now. It was the only quiet thing in the turbulent flame... He saw a pair of eyes.

Those people are covered in flames, and every inch of their skin has turned into coke. Only those eyes can prove that they were once human beings.

Those eyes stared at him, Sean knew, those were the eyes that wanted to say something.

"They seem to want to tell me something!" Sean was taken aback.

He looked around and found no danger; thinking of going to witness the fire again, his instinct was somewhat resistant. Sean can only take a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his panic, and throwing his soul into the symbol...

The whirring of the flames sounded in his ears, the heat wave hit him, and Sean slowly opened his eyes.

Those dozens of people who were burnt to pieces, covered in flames, stood quietly in the burning room.

This time, Sean took a closer look and found that these people seemed to be women in terms of body shape and height.

Moreover, it's not that they don't make a sound, it's that they don't make a sound - their charred faces, where their mouths should be, only have a few folds left.

They lost their mouths and couldn't make a sound...

Letting the flames rage on their bodies, they looked at Sean quietly, as if they were complaining about what happened to them.

Just when Sean couldn't bear the heat wave and wanted to withdraw from this weird perspective, dozens of women raised one of their hands at the same time, pointing to the same direction from different angles.

Sean squinted and looked in the direction they were pointing, where there was a metal box.

After exiting his soul vision, Sean retched violently.

Humans have the ability to empathize. Seeing the same kind of people being burned, Sean's mind was severely impacted, and even induced a violent physiological reaction.

He vomited almost all the bread and sausages he had eaten before, and the violent feeling of vomiting made him a little awake.

"Those aren't resentful spirits, resentment spirits won't be so quiet," Sean recalled the faceless things that wailed among the spirits on the central avenue, "Those poor women didn't continue to be tortured, it seemed to be just a moment ago. a symbolic scene...

"But, what does that symbolize?

"The Covered Martyr?

"People who can't tell what happened to them?

"It's very possible. But there's too little information at the moment, and then I'll investigate in depth what happened here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now..." Sean's eyes focused on the iron box, "I have to see if there are any what."

Sean stood up with his still trembling body, passed through the beams of light cast by the skylights, walked to the innermost wall, and looked at the iron box.

This is also an object burned beyond recognition by the fire. It may have been used to hold textiles or sundries before.

Sean smelled an unpleasant smell. "What the **** is going on here..." As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the iron box.

Inside the box was the corpse of a young woman with a purplish surface and bulging limbs.

Sean just felt a little dizzy and wanted to recognize it, but he didn't dare to recognize it.

He first saw the thick and long braids on her head, and the dress she liked to wear with a lace-trimmed collar and lilies embroidered on the skirt. Sean once laughed at her that this dress was a little dirty, but she liked it very much.

Now, this white dress is covered in blood, because it has been stuffed in this box for too long, and the blood has turned black.

Then he saw that there were countless scars on her body, it seemed that she had been scratched countless times by a sharp blade, and her whole body was ripped apart, including her face.

Oh, that face. Sean didn't realize his eyes were blurry. The face was also cut several long and deep cuts with a knife, and the small nose was gone.

Since she had been dead for a while, there was already corrupt gas in her body, and her whole body was swollen, as if she had gained weight.

Sean fell to the ground.

"Aaliyah..."

He didn't expect that the worst situation, which he had never dared to think about, would be smashed down without any expectation.