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Chapter 686 Don't Trust Them (Da Zhang asks for a monthly ticket)

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The old fingerprint lock slowly opened.

He Ao hugged Jiaxi in one hand, held the crutches in the other hand to carry the suitcase, and gently pushed open the door.

There was still silence in the room.

"The alarm system is functioning normally."

Eve's words ringing in his ears meant that the house had not been attacked during the time Ho Ao was gone.

He Ao closed the door, carried his granddaughter to the back room where his son used to live, put the sleeping girl on the bed, and covered her with a thin quilt.

He glanced at the familiar scene in the house, and sat next to his granddaughter, leaning his back against the wall.

He leaned the crutch in his hand against the corner between the bed and the wall, and put the suitcase beside the bed.

He leaned against the wall like this, narrowing his eyes slightly.

He Ao's spirit is not exhausted, but his body is already very tired.

For an old man who is close to 70 years old, without rest for two consecutive days, almost non-stop fighting, and serious injuries, even if his physical fitness is very strong, and he is constantly absorbing the surrounding energy to practice, he still can't support it. up.

As the vision in front of him gradually turned into darkness, his spirit also slowly fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, maybe hours or minutes, his ears were filled with manic and chaotic dance music.

The hazy and dark world is gradually becoming brighter.

Vague, eerie, and unpredictable rolling hills appeared in his vision.

He reached out, wanted to touch the scene in front of him, wanted to lift his legs forward, but his body didn't respond.

A hazy plastic film seemed to be hanging in front of his eyes, cutting off the contact between him and the hill.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through this membrane.

The noisy dance music reverberated in his ears, and the uncontrollable depression of his body made angry mania grow in his heart.

This mania drove him to destroy, to destroy, to kill.

These turbulent emotions kept blowing through his heart, but they were like violent waves crashing into a lofty mountain, unable to really shake He Ao's emotions.

He Ao calmly stared at the hills in his vision, these hills hardly had a fixed shape, every time he blinked, the scene of these hills would be completely different from before.

Sometimes it's the number of hills that changes, sometimes it's the location of the hills.

Sometimes these hills are as bare as the Gobi, and the slight wind and sand blows the dead skulls, and sometimes they are covered with green vegetation, with the roar of animals and birds echoing in it.

The only constant is the seemingly endless hills.

In this change of scene, these distorted hills gradually evolved into distorted lines in He Ao's vision,
These lines meander and undulate, just like the strings touching the origin of the world, outlining the melody of spying on the truth.

The noisy and chaotic dance music seemed to become soft and dynamic under the distorted melody.

It seems that at this moment, he is spying on the truth that belongs to this world.

At this moment, he seemed to have regained control of his body. As long as he took a step forward, he would be able to integrate with this truth and get a glimpse of the most essential knowledge of this world.

However, He Ao did not take this step.

At this moment, he has understood that what he sees now is not the real winding hill, but the reflection of the winding hill in his heart.

In other words, it was the pollution left in his body by the winding hills.

The existence that created the winding hill didn't really leave nothing behind, but what he left behind was more secretive and easier to drag people into hell.

He Ao closed his eyes slightly, and began to search for the connection between consciousness and body.

"Grandpa?! Grandpa?!"

The soft, crisp child's voice kept ringing in his ears.

Accompanied by a violent falling sensation, He Ao suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was not sitting on the bed, but standing in front of the wall, with his hands on the white wall.

The originally clean and tidy wall paint was now marked with a very short meandering mark, and some dried paint powder appeared between He Ao's nails.

It seemed that he had just drawn this scratch in his sleep.

He Ao stepped back half a step, staring at the scratches on the wall.

This scratch didn't show anything very special, but when He Ao stared at this scratch, he naturally completed the scene of the scratch going to extend in his mind.

At the same time, those chaotic and noisy dance music also rang in his ears.

If he had just chosen to 'walk into' those meandering pollutions, what is presented on this wall at this moment should be a complete painting.

"grandfather?"

Jiaxi's doubtful voice came from beside her again.

"It's okay, grandpa is too tired."

He Ao smoothly smoothed out the mark, turned his head, looked at Jia Qian who was sitting on the bed and looked at him nervously, and smiled, "Just take a rest."

"Oh!"

Jia Qian nodded half understanding, then she seemed to remember something, jumped off the bed quickly, put on her slippers, "Grandpa, wait for me."

Before her voice fell completely, the figure had already disappeared outside the door.

"This child."

He Ao laughed dumbfoundedly and shook his head.

Then he thought about it, picked up a piece of white paper and a pen, and sat down at the desk.

He imitated the marks on the wall just now, and lightly drew a meandering stroke.

Immediately afterwards, the distorted image extending from this line reappeared in his mind.

The image that is constructed is not completely static, but is formed by three-dimensional, twisted lines.

And the noisy and chaotic dance music that echoed in He Ao's ears seemed to be a part of this image.

He Ao's pen tip was sliding rapidly, and he was relying on the artistic attainments he got from Wei An, trying to 'copy' a certain moment of the image in his mind.

And as the copying continues, the distorted images seem to be gradually becoming easier to 'understand'.

But at the moment when he was about to fully understand the image, He Ao stopped his pen.

All the noise and chaos stopped at this moment, returning to silence again.

Howo lowered his head and stared at the painting.

This is a painting composed entirely of distorted lines and irregular pieces. The painting is not finished, and there is a small blank in the lower right corner.

This incompleteness has greatly weakened the 'meaning' of the painting, but even so, while watching the painting, He Ao also felt that there were messy and noisy ravings exploding in his ears.

According to the 'category' of the Servant of Evolution, this incomplete painting should belong to the highest level category, which can help the fusion of level C pollution monsters.

And if He Ao completes this painting, then he may be able to get a painting of the same level as the one on the ceiling of the shadow cutter, which can directly lead people to madness.

But that means that Ho needs to fully integrate into that 'pollution'.

He put away his hands, folded the painting in his hand, picked up the lighter beside him, lit the painting, and put it in the ashtray.

It seems that the 'listener' may have also entered the winding hills.

As the raging flame rose, He Ao looked through the flame and saw the books placed side by side behind the flame.

He collected his thoughts, raised his bracelet thoughtfully, and opened the photo of the scene where his son was found that Isia had sent him.

He stared at the social security number written on the ground.

The social security number of Xito's son Carvey is 152-45-1351, and the nine-digit number was split into two parts, written by Carvey and his wife respectively.

The number written by Carvey is 1524, and the number written by his wife is 51351.

These nine numbers are not completely parallel, but crooked up and down.

He Ao realized very early that these numbers might be wrong, but he didn't have time to think carefully about the meaning of these numbers until now.

According to the distinction between upper and lower, among the four numbers written by Kavey, the position of 14 is not much different, on the top, and the position of 52 is not much different, on the bottom.

Among the five numbers written by Carvey's wife, the positions of 5 and 3 are not much different. On the top, the positions of the three numbers 1, 5, and 1 are not much different, and are on the bottom.

If you look at it this way, count the numbers that are divided into four areas: upper, lower, left, and right into one group. The upper two sets of numbers are 14, 53, and the lower two sets of numbers are 52, 151.

The flame in the ashtray gradually burned out, and He Ao's eyes fell on the books caught in the bookend behind the flame.

When Carvey was very young, he learned the numbering method of the library and numbered every floor and every book in his small bookshelf.

But as the novelty passed, he was too lazy to number each book, but the numbers on each floor of the bookshelf were still there because they were engraved on the bookshelf.

He Ao put his hand on the books in the bookend again.

Carvey's numbering is slightly different from common sense in that the first layer of his numbering is not on the bookshelf, but on the desk.

The books on the desk that were sandwiched between the bookends were all classified by him as the first floor, and the real first floor of the bookshelf, in Carvey's number, was 2.

But at this moment, on the desk, the fourth book from left to right happens to be the book that records ghost legends.

He Ao paused, took out the book, and turned to three pages.

The familiar [the city in question] appeared in front of him.

This happened to be the page where Carvey recorded his notes on the Pollution Cleanup Division.

1-4, the fourth book on the first floor.

53, three pages.

He Ao Ruo felt something,
If solved in this way, then the second set of numbers is 5-2, 151.

He quickly shifted his gaze to the fifth floor of Carvey's number, which was the second book on the fourth floor of the bookshelf.

This is also a story book, He Ao took out this book and quickly turned to page 151.

This page is easy to turn, because Carvey has an empty boat ticket on this page.

This airboat ticket is a commemorative ticket left by Kawei on the airboat when he went to Chenxi City for the first time to go to college.

Almost all airships in the Federation are electronic bills. Of course, physical tickets are also available, and only an additional ten Federation coins are required.

Carvey himself was reluctant to buy this kind of physical commemorative ticket. Xito bought this ticket for him. He knew that children liked this kind of physical ticket.

When He Ao was looking for books on this bookshelf before, he also found this empty boat ticket, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

In Xito's memory, Carvey's airboat ticket is sandwiched in the book.

But at this moment, the social security account number left by Kavey points to the page with the empty boat ticket, which means that Kavey may have left some 'information' for his father.

Howe stared at the empty boat ticket.

It was an empty boat ticket from San Jon City to Chenxi City, and Xito bought a physical ticket for his son for the round trip at that time.

Another ticket from Dawn City to San Jon City is in another book.

And Kavey specifically pointed to this ticket, combined with his desire to leave the city written in the ghost book, there is a high probability that he wants Xito to leave the city with his daughter.

But maybe it's not that simple.

Page 151 of the book is on the left.

He Ao put the book in his hand on the desk, and pushed the empty boat ticket in the book to the left.

At this time, the arrow pointing to the destination of this empty boat ticket just points upwards.

He Ao looked at the upper edge of the empty boat ticket. At this moment, the upper edge of this ticket was like a line, marking out a sentence.

[Don't trust them. ]
He Ao looked at this sentence, turned the page forward, and found the beginning of the story.

In no time, he had read the story through.

This is a normal short horror story.

The story has several protagonists, namely a solo traveler, a couple, a boy and his father, and two FBI agents on mission.

In this story, the protagonists stray into an abandoned grain factory and meet the evil spirits entrenched in the factory.

In the background of the story, these evil spirits are the managers of the factory. They made a deal with the evil gods and sacrificed the entire factory in an attempt to gain wealth and power.

But their actions were discovered by a passing wizard, who destroyed their plan, killed them, and sealed their souls in the factory.

The story mainly describes the things encountered by several protagonists, and the background itself is not complicated.

During the progress of the story, all the mysteries of the protagonists are also revealed. The lone traveler is actually a survivor of the sacrificial workers in the factory. He came back to blow up the factory and die with the evil spirits.

As for the couple, the woman obtained the method of sacrifice through some channels. In fact, she tricked her boyfriend to come and prepare to sacrifice with the help of the factory's incomplete magic circle. This is not the first boyfriend she sacrificed.

The ones with the simplest identities are the little boy and his father. They are homeless and had no choice but to enter this abandoned factory because they had no shelter to keep out the cold.

Those two FBI agents, on the other hand, never existed.

They were evil spirits from the beginning.

The little boy discovered the secrets of these fake agents, so he secretly found his father who had been kept in the dark, and told him these words,
"Don't trust them."

The final ending of the story is that the couple died together in the final struggle, the lone traveler successfully blew up the factory, and the little boy joined hands with his father to kill the evil spirit and escaped alive.

The story itself is just a very ordinary and normal horror story. The author of the story does not understand the extraordinary world, and many fragments are pieced together by relying on some legends that have been circulated.

But this story is a good expression of what Carvey wants to tell his father.

He really knew some secrets.

Howe closed the book.

It appears that, on the night of the Nighthawk Injury Investigation Team, Carvey actually had contact with Nighthawk, and may have even rescued the injured Nighthawk.

It's just that this 'kindness' brought disaster to him.

The boy in the story ushered in a happy ending, but there will always be some gaps between reality and the story.

Howard opened the suitcase beside him.

Between the two urns, there was a photo frame quietly placed, which was found by He Ao at his son's house, the unburned wedding photo frame.

Nighthawk wasn't stupid, and he must have known the risk Kavi had taken to save him.

Therefore, there is a high probability that Nighthawk left a way to contact him, making it dangerous for Kavi to find him.

But in Xito's memory, if that stubborn child knew that the person who captured him came for Nighthawk himself, he would definitely not betray Nighthawk for himself. He called Nighthawk over and hit the path of evolution. Conceived.

After all, Nighthawk had saved him once.

He also won't provide any contact information of Nighthawk.

So the thing that can contact Nighthawk should still be in Carvey's house from beginning to end.

Howe picked up the picture frame.

This is the most strictly protected thing in Carvey's house, and this photo frame is also one of Carvey's most cherished things.

Howard turned the photo frame over and took off the back cover of the photo frame.

A thumb-sized, crystal-clear jade-like shell fragment appeared in his vision.

He picked up the shell.

The moment He Ao touched this shell, he understood its usage,
'Crush it'.

He Ao gently pinched the shell fragment with his index finger and thumb, and then slowly exerted force.

With the fine cracks spreading on the shell, a hidden connection was established with He Ao across space.

(End of this chapter)