Doomsday begins with a nightmare

Soon, there was a sound from inside the coffin, and Zhou Liang inside was attacking crazily, but the coffin was made of wood, which was stronger than steel and could not be damaged at all.

The coffin bearer carried the coffin back up again.

He nodded at Lin Mo, and made a sound similar to insects.

It should be talking, but unfortunately Lin Mo couldn't understand.

"He said that in two days, the coffin would digest the monster, and he said thank you very much."

A voice sounded from the ground nearby.

Lin Mo glanced at it.

It's the bone mask that's particularly nagging.

At that time, Lin Mo used the other party to attract Zhou Liang's attention. He thought he would never see this guy again, but he didn't expect this guy to have a tough life.

The other party took the initiative to speak, probably because he was still tightly bound and couldn't run away.

Lin Mo couldn't move at this time.

The curse attacks of Zhou Liang's No. 2 sequence were too terrifying. Even if they were only affected a little, Lin Mo felt the passing of life, aging, paralysis, and even he couldn't see things clearly.

The man carrying the coffin came over at this time, looked up and down, took out a dark object from his pocket, and stuffed it into Lin Mo's mouth.

Lin Mo wanted to scold, but when he opened his mouth, something was stuffed into his mouth.

Uh?

Pretty sweet.

Lin Mo took a sip, and it turned out to be a piece of chocolate.

This was beyond Lin Mo's expectations. He never expected that the coffin-carrying man would actually stuff a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

The mixed taste of sweetness and bitterness quickly dispelled the influence of the curse. Lin Mo felt that his life was no longer passing away, his body could move, and his vision returned to clarity.

Finished.

Lin Mo pursed his lips, and asked the man who carried the coffin: "Is there any more?"

The coffin-bearer remained silent.

"He doesn't understand." The bone mask on the ground reminded.

Lin Mo walked over, first picked up his beloved turning head, checked it, it was not bumped, it was in good condition, this thing, the more you use it, the easier it is.

Inseparable.

After putting it away, he picked up the bone mask.

"What language does the coffin-bearer speak?" Lin Mo asked.

"Some kind of ghost language, I know a little bit."

"Tell him for me, be careful of that monster in the coffin, he won't die so easily." Lin Mo felt that he still had to remind him.

After all, the curse on Zhou Liang was too powerful.

It is impossible to underestimate the enemy.

The bone mask then also made that weird insect sound.

The coffin-bearer nodded.

But it seems that he doesn't care about it. It seems that people have great confidence in his coffin.

Lin Mo thought for a while, and asked the bone mask to send a message: "Call me when you open the museum."

The man who carried the coffin exchanged a few words with the bone mask, and the mask told Lin Mo: "He said yes, and the man who carried the coffin asked you if you are going to cabin 133."

Lin Mo nodded.

This time there was no need for translation, and the coffin-carrying man understood.

The latter waved at Lin Mo, and after reaching the door of No. 133 wooden house, he took out a key from his clothes and opened the wooden door.

There is a key.

It seems that Xu Yang's information is not comprehensive.

Because the key to open the wooden house No. 133 is on the coffin-bearer, it is no wonder that only the coffin-bearer has completed the commission of the owner of the wooden house, because no one else can get in.

Lin Mo also nodded at the man carrying the coffin, and then walked into the wooden house.

Light and shadow change.

Lin Mo seemed to pass through some kind of barrier all of a sudden, and when he looked at the room, it was completely different from what he had imagined.

He originally thought that the wooden house would be a terrifying environment, and the owner of the wooden house would be a sinister and cunning guy, maybe even a corpse or a ghost.

But it turned out not at all.

The house was an ordinary dwelling that couldn't be more ordinary, with dilapidated wooden beds, faded children's carpets, and clothes hanging to dry on the wires in the house.There are some toys on the ground, at this moment, a little boy is playing with blocks.

Lin Mo swept around.

There was no one else here except the little boy.

The little boy looked like he was five or six years old, and he was using building blocks to set up a place that looked like a town. He was playing very seriously, and he didn't notice anyone coming in at all.

Lin Mo looked at the building blocks on the ground.

There are hundreds of building blocks, some of which are stacked on top of each other, and some are placed in different positions. At this time, Lin Mo noticed that there was a small pocket sign in front of this large pile of building blocks, which seemed to be the entrance.

There are three words written on it.

Junk Lane!

Chapter 0248 Scary guessing game

Seeing the toy street sign made by this child, Lin Mo didn't know the details of the little boy. Did he make this on purpose or a coincidence?

It still needs to be observed.

Lin Mo just stood there and continued to watch.

And the little boy was still placing the building blocks seriously, and he didn't seem to notice anyone coming in.

Once again, the little boy was the only one in the room.

In other words, this little boy is probably the owner of No. 133 cabin.

Next, Lin Mo focused on observing the little boy.

The other party didn't have the slightest breath of a living person, and he was obviously dead in the real world, but he couldn't see anything else. Maybe a child of this age didn't know what happened.

Still playing carefree.

On the cartoon mat over there, besides a large pile of building blocks that are about to be placed, there are many other toys.Such as balloons, such as plastic cars, and some small rubber dolls with rough workmanship that look like street goods.

On a small wooden table next to it, there are some papers with painted pictures on them.

Lin Mo walked over slowly.

Probably hearing footsteps, the little boy looked up at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback.

He thought that he would see a very scary face. After all, the appearance of most of the nightmares has nothing to do with good looks, except for horror, it is weird.

But this little boy has a chubby face and is very cute.

It is no different from a living person.

"Uncle, is my father back?"

The little boy asked childishly.

After Lin Mo was sure that there was no danger, he sat down on the small wooden stool next to him and asked softly, "Has your father gone out?"

The little boy nodded: "Daddy wants to work and earn money. I'm waiting for him to come back. Uncle, have you seen my dad?"

Of course, Lin Mo didn't know how to answer this question.

Could this be the entrustment of the owner of the log house?

Lin Mo doesn't want to deceive children, but fortunately, he has rich experience in dealing with children.

If you don't know how to answer, then change the topic as soon as possible.

Children are easily led astray.

"Hey, did you draw this painting? It's so beautiful..." Lin Mo picked up a colored pencil drawing on the small table and began to praise it.

Sure enough, the little boy was led astray.

"Is it really good-looking? I drew it for my dad, but he is too busy to look at it." The little boy came over and pointed to this color pen drawing and asked, "Uncle, do you see what I drew?"

"This..." Lin Mo expressed concern about the five-year-old's drawing ability. He probably didn't learn it before, so the drawing was very abstract.

Only the devil knows what that mess is.

"Guess, uncle, see if you're right." Lin Mo said while trying to find some patterns on the almost scribbled paper.

"Okay, uncle will be rewarded if he guesses right, but if he guesses wrong, he will be punished..." As soon as the little boy finished speaking, Lin Mo felt something was wrong.

He actually felt a sense of danger.

A real sense of crisis.

Lin Mo has experienced many real dangerous moments, so he is no stranger to this feeling.

I looked around the room, and there seemed to be no change, but at this moment, it was like a sharp sword was hanging in my heart, and I would die if I didn't pay attention.

"My god, this little guy is serious!"

Lin Mo felt that he had underestimated his opponent. He originally changed the topic and asked about a painting casually, but in the end, something went wrong.

It would be fine if he guessed right, but if he guessed wrong, he might not be able to bear the punishment the little boy said.

Did the little boy do it on purpose, or unintentionally, was he black-bellied, or naive?

Stared at the little boy for a while.

Lin Mo felt that the little boy should really know nothing.

It doesn't look like it's faked.

Lin Mo had an idea at this time, and once again used the trick to deal with children, which is the great way to divert attention.

"Oh, the building blocks over there are so beautiful, let me take a look..."

"Uncle, you haven't guessed yet, can't you figure it out? Then you have to admit defeat and be punished..."

"Don't, don't, I guess, how could uncle not be able to figure it out." Lin Mo found that this trick was not working well, and at that moment just now, he felt extremely terrifying oppression.

life and death.

Gotta take it seriously.

Although Lin Mo didn't relax his vigilance from the beginning to the end, who would have known that after talking to this child, he would fall into a routine, and it seemed that it would be a bit troublesome to get up and down in this car.

Now it's time to guess.

And have to guess it.

Lin Mo looked carefully at the painting in his hand.

To be honest, the lines are messy, out of order, without any obvious features, a bit like a person.No, no, people definitely don't have long tails, and their ears are so long.

Wait a minute, it has long ears and a long tail.

Is it a rabbit?

Lin Mo thinks the possibility is very high, but if it is a rabbit, then the rabbit looks too ugly, it is simply indescribable.

At this time, the little boy couldn't wait any longer.

Children are always impatient.

"Uncle, did you guess it? I'll count to five. If you can't guess it, you lose."

"three"

"two"