Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

I thought I was very proud of myself, so I put the cup down, and just as the class was about to start, I was pinched by Fan Fatty's hand. He stood up and greeted the people around him, saying that he was a supernatural podcaster and had specially appointed someone to collect materials here, but he did not expect to disturb the diners. The sincerity of his words and the innocence of his smile were awe-inspiring, but made Krys and I want to laugh. As he was talking, he took out his newly printed business card to advertise, but no one wanted to listen to his nonsense and told him to shut up and stop talking, so I continued.

"The other six 'attractions' are the box No. 7 in the dressing room that cannot be opened, the sound of the piano at midnight in the piano room of the abandoned house, the black and scorched cellar where I cry, the classical graffiti that naturally appears on the wall, the copper bell in the bell tower, and the inevitable on the third floor. Pass through the 'taxidermy room'’"I let out a long sigh, shook my head, and said,"If I had to describe all of this, I might not be able to finish it all night long."

"It doesn't matter, we can put this part of the content in the midnight prime-time membership program. You can just finish talking about the bloody nun of the broken crow."Fan Pang pretended to hold down the tablecloth, and lost no time in placing the business card holder and cigarette case on the desk.

"Well, whatever."I lit up a cigarette and slowly fell into reminiscing about the past.

At 9:30 in the evening, the cold wind in the corridor gradually subsided, and my ears began to become silent, replaced by another kind of presence and absence. The strange sound is the sound of a rusty stroller. When a person pedals on that old bicycle, the whole body will creak and creak as soon as he rides on it. It seems trivial and harsh. Looking around, he can't find where the sound is coming from. I never heard of it. I crawled out from under the podium, my body sore and swollen. I was about to muster up the courage to go to other classrooms to look for birds. Suddenly, the incandescent lights in front of my eyes started to flash, and soon the building was broken and the power was cut off!

This was not the fault of the bastard, but the orphanage. According to the work and rest system, when the lights go out, someone will turn off the switch, so I fell into a situation where my eyesight was completely black. I wanted to call for help, for example, I ran to the iron door at the bottom of the building and shouted loudly, but the dry well was right next to it. Not far away. If no one comes after shouting at the top of one's voice, but the old demon is disturbed, wouldn't it be a suicide? So I wanted to ask for help but didn't dare to make any noise. My whole body was like a lonely boat in the turbulent ocean. I had no choice but to go with the flow.

In an environment where my ears and eyes were blinded, no matter how daring I was, I would give up if I were placed in a broken building in the middle of the night. I immediately crawled to the cupboard at the back of the classroom, quietly closed the door, and tried my best not to think about it. Su Sou Suddenly, my eyes began to adapt to the darkness, and I could clearly see the outlines of the tables and chairs in the room. I felt that I would not knock over the debris, so I had an idea in my mind. Why do

I have to catch pigeons? I can just run to the bell tower and ring the bell. That's it? How do people outside know whether I've been caught or not? I've been suppressed by fear for too long, and I actually let this ingenious trick slip away. I made up my mind and took action immediately. I dug out an old pot lid and held it in my hand. Mop, start to go out and slowly move towards the stairway on the third floor.

Lin Rui's past remarks are right. Although darkness can easily scare people, it can also become an invisibility cloak for you to disappear. If you are in the building If there is anything real, it would be hard for it to see you. Of course, after the battle of Lycurgus, I realized that it was just a fantasy. But at that time, it was with this thought in mind that I dared to go to the bell tower.

The Six Great Among the"attractions", the bell tower received the least attention. Legend has it that during the overhaul one summer, a night watchman who was dismissed for some reason couldn't get over it, so he hung a rope on the hammer of the bell and hung himself in mid-air.. By the time he was discovered, he was already rotten and full of pus. This was a real thing. When the dead man was untied and dragged away, it was said that the neck fracture was broken, the body was separated, and the body fell directly to the bottom of the building. Many people in the welfare home witnessed it with their own eyes. Witness it, but this happened very recently, and everyone has memories. Even if others have the intention, they haven’t compiled a sensational version yet and reluctantly pieced it together, just pretending to be mysterious.

Halfway up the corridor, I suddenly felt that the top of my head became brighter, and when I looked around, I saw the full moon peeking out from the clouds. The ragged moonlight broke through the holes in the stone wall and shined into every hole in the stone wall, illuminating the stairs with a blue light. Seeing this scene, I Just then I realized that I had been framed by a stupid boy. How could I catch the pigeons that were scurrying around? They had already taken advantage of the opportunity and flew away.

Just thinking about this, there was an unexplained firelight on the outer window of the taxidermy skinning room opposite. When I got closer, I saw that it was clearly a torch, as if someone was holding it and patrolling the big house at night. Who would walk in there in the middle of the night? And the dancing firelight looked more and more strange, as it moved away from the window. He went to another window, penetrated the specimen room, ran into the men's room, and then emerged from the storage room. The world is so big, who can walk through the wall? Obviously, the person waving the torch at this moment must not be a person, so it can only be that person.

The legendary bloody nun is said to have lit herself up with a torch in the sky. I was so shocked that I wanted to turn around and get down immediately, but my legs seemed to be rooted and I couldn't move even an inch. Then, the torch flashed past the storage room window, and ten seconds later, it appeared on the side window again! Only then did I realize that what was broken was not because someone broke into the house through the wall, but because the moonlight illuminated the window lattice, causing the reflection of the glass.

In other words, the thing holding the torch is currently walking in the corridor on the third floor above my head! Soon, the strange sound of a squeaking broken stroller began to sound, and it began to approach here. I didn't care about anything else, I aimed for the tiger's mouth and bit me hard. The pain made me wake up from the paralysis quickly. I immediately jumped down and rushed toward the stairs at the other end of the corridor, planning to go there. On the ground floor, shouting into the empty playground. At this moment, there is no need to worry about whether the old demon will detect me. This thing has been targeting me an hour or more ago.

The short corridor of about 80 meters made people out of breath. Along the way, I pushed many precious potted plants in front of the window sill to the bottom of the building one by one, hoping that the noise would attract the attention of the administrator in the dormitory building. Just like this, I came to another staircase. After only taking five steps down, I felt my heart stop. I hurriedly stepped back to the handrail and held my breath. This is because, at the corner of the ground floor, there is a firelight, and a dark thing is being lifted up, making strange roars like a broken stroller, and climbing up the stairs step by step!

These two people, with the torch coming up in front and the torch coming down behind, filled their minds with all sorts of weird things, and their breaths were extremely confused with fear. In the blink of an eye, this thing has reached the corner of the stairs. If I don't run, I will collide with it.

At this point, I definitely can't get out, so the only way out is to escape back to the classroom where I was first. At least at first, the strange sound only sounded in the corridor, and the dark shadow never opened the door and broke in. At this moment, a diagram of the direction of the dilapidated building seemed to appear in my mind. The long-term maintenance made me sweep the floor everywhere on the two floors. Calculated in this way, there is a small door at the end of the classroom, and behind it is a narrow wooden walkway, where there is also a fire alarm staircase leading below.

The flickering firelight in front of me was vividly visible. I pushed open the door and returned to the classroom. I immediately opened the cupboard and dug out a large bundle of rubber hoses for water spraying. I threw them on the ground. Then I returned to the podium and squatted down, looking through the The wooden eye of the board looks out.

The flickering torch, as well as the tar-black smoke it burned, slowly began to appear in front of the last window of the classroom. The frosted glass covering it gradually revealed the twisted shape of the thing, which looked like a withered tree trunk, with branches and branches and a huge size, at least to my young mind at the time. Although he moved slowly, the fire passed through one window and then another, and finally came to the broken door and stood still. At the same time, the noise of the broken stroller suddenly stopped screaming.

I knew it was about to do something unexpected and shocking, and I instinctively started to crawl against the wall towards the back door. When I raised my hand to turn the handle, I felt the classroom door being forcibly pushed open by a force, and the thing had broken in. Come to the house. Following a sudden rumble, it apparently stepped on a pile of leather pipes on the ground, and then all kinds of strange screams came out. There was the creak of a broken stroller, the crisp sound of branches being broken, and the thump of a heavy cotton robe falling on the cement floor. I didn't dare to look back at all, so I crawled and fled to the north corridor, climbed over the rows of old desks, and finally saw the fire alarm ladder in the corner.

I don't know where it will lead, just because no one has ever come here to wander around, and naturally I have never walked through it. But the fire escape was pointing downwards and should lead to the ground floor. I was left with only one option, so I rushed in without choosing a path. I jumped to the turning point of the corridor and was confused by the strange scene in front of me. On the dusty wooden floor, three porcelain bowls were placed. They were full, and they were filled with wine or water. They were rippling in the moonlight, both like some kind of ceremony and as if they were placed casually.. When I saw them, I hesitated and wondered whether I should go down. When I looked around, it looked even darker underneath, and I couldn't find any door at all. It was just a blocked corner. At this moment, the water in the porcelain bowl in front of him jumped, and then the other two began to jump as well, and the sound of broken children's carriages began to ring in their ears again.

I rubbed my eyes. There seemed to be something against my back under the stairwell wall, but whether it was there or not, I couldn't see clearly. So, I ran my hands all over my body and found a box of yellow phosphorus matches. I polished them against the broken wall and swung them down. In the last glimmer of light before the flames went out, a pair of withered blue feet were reflected.

I lost all my memory of what happened after that. In short, when I was found, half of my body was hanging outside the window sill on the second floor. The administrator of the dormitory building heard the flowerpots falling like raindrops and shouted: I got out of bed with a few teachers to check what was going on, and the flashlight light illuminated me on the second floor. Because of this thrilling journey, I started to learn how to pick locks. No matter what kind of strange lock I was, I had to understand it thoroughly, and gradually set a record of opening seven locks in one minute.

Just because I was framed, I no longer trusted the orphanage or anyone, and began to hate my controlled life. With one thought in my mind, I tried every means to escape. No matter what environment I was in, in short, they were in my eyes. All malicious and aggressive. I escaped many times while being transferred to other hospitals and foster care, and ended up living in society until today.

What was tracking me on that pale moonlit night, and what were those big blue feet I saw last? There is still no answer. Starting from Hollisman's story about the rainy night in the Ivory House, it was like a curse, opening up the dark abyss that I least wanted to remember in my childhood, which caused my extreme fear now.

"Everything has its warning signs before it happens. I can’t say anything else, I can only feel sad for your childhood. I can't figure it out except for the three porcelain bowls. Anyway, there must be something wrong with this orphanage."Pang Fan let out a long sigh, snuffed out the Weed, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already half past ten in the evening. He asked everyone to go back, planning to lie down in the guest room for a few hours, and then continue to break into the 0514 warehouse at three o'clock in the middle of the night.

I held my baby in my arms and walked side by side with Krys under the birch trees in the park. I looked at the fat man and Xiao Ma who were whispering in front of me, and asked her what she was referring to when she was in the store at first, and whether she was finished hearing this horror. After the story, she still had the courage to do it.

But she replied that it was impossible to say that she was not afraid at all, but it was absolutely unacceptable to live an unprotected life in the same way as before. Only Because she loved this hotel so much that she would stay even if she racked her brains. At the same time, she also quite agreed with Fan Pang's lofty ideals, feeling that it would be the candlelight that broke through the dark night and would rekindle her desire for hope.

"What did this fat man instill in you? I pointed at his back and asked:"I know him better than you. Regardless of hope or candlelight, first tell me what kind of messy ideals those are and let me see if they are realistic.""

"This is what he said to me. Krys took the cigarette, took a few puffs, and said:"He has been using warehouse thinking. In fact, in order to open a bigger business, he moved the main business of the radio station to the hotel, and then only left a hotline at Moon Valley Radio.""

Through the life and death adventure in Lu Ku's ancient ghost house, Fan Pang's ordinary life was completely overturned. He suddenly felt that his life was only a few decades and he would be sorry if he didn't make something famous. He was no longer satisfied with just being a podcaster, and planned to use his hands to Channel to set up a personal company. Xiaoma's appearance was unexpected. Fan Pang did not expect that the midnight stall would also have an audience in North Carolina. In this case, it is better to put what he has learned in the past into full play and break a few cases of fraud first. The mysterious event invites the fans who provided the mineral source to participate, thus expanding the influence. When the matter is completed, he will actively contact the TV media and appear in various live recordings as guests, and gradually become famous and rich!

This bold Although the suggestion was very tempting, Krys never thought that neither the fat man nor the glasses knew that Lin Rui's true identity was a fugitive. Although we talked a lot with each other, it was never exposed from the beginning to the end. Identity.

Once the lofty ideals are implemented, he will definitely be put in danger. Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat, pinched my cigarette, and chased him quickly. It was time to have a good talk with him.

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Road of the Dead prequel Wings of Silver:

Citron Water: a refreshing traditional drink in summer.

Rhino Horn Restaurant: a low-cost restaurant near the Nutstone Hotel.

Ivory Yellow Old House: the ancestor of Lin Rui's hometown.

Girl with Braided Hair: Wandering in Autumn and Winter The ghosts of relatives in Lin Rui's house.

The Abbey of the Broken Crow: a monastery in Lyon 200 years ago.

The White Night Party: a group of thieves who trafficked people.

Moonlight Ghost: the villagers' name for the White Night Party: the Bloody Nun: entrenched in the ruins The evil ghost of the crow.

Seven incredible phenomena: The seven"attractions" in the Broken Crow Monastery will be revealed one by one in the future.

Yellow phosphorus matches: Unsafe matches.

Single name: SkyFall-Adele