After being dressed as a human, everyone regards me as a god

The hospital gown that was switched in a second did not have shoes, and even the clothes he was wearing before disappeared. Dominique is now wearing only one white hospital gown that has been washed by water many times. Two long The sleeves are long enough to cover the back of the hands.He raised his eyes, hid the faith in his eyes, raised his gentle eyebrows slightly, and walked barefoot into the mist behind the door.

The soles of the feet touch the ground, and the touch is extremely real, not like in a game at all.Dominique felt that every step he took was like stepping on slightly damp wood. It was cold and cool, and the touch felt slippery and sticky for some reason.

The world behind the closed door seems to be connected to an unknown passage, the light in the fog is very weak, dim and ethereal with no end in sight.Dominic raised his finger slightly, leaving a light mark on the door with his fingertips, then turned and walked into the mist, and the next second he seemed to be in a dark corridor.

Being in the fog, I can't see the end, I can only see the gray and white walls on the left and right sides, and the walls are full of weird and wonderful graffiti.

Dominique lowered his eyes and could see that the ground was paved with black bricks. Every time he walked a certain distance, a lamp hung upside down from the ceiling above his head.The fallen lamp cup was black, but the lamp oil did not leak out, and the orange-gold light inside was hazy and dim, and could only illuminate a small area.

Maybe it was because Dominique had been observing for too long and walking too slowly, the voice of the system resounded in his head again unwilling to be lonely.

The system prompts: 'You have 24 minutes left before today's dinner, if you are late, you will lose something very important. '

'what? '

Dominic asked back in his mind, but as he expected, he didn't get a systematic response, and the cold machine voice continued to speak in his mind.

"Keep going straight now, turn right at ten meters away, don't make a sound, don't look, go straight through the room with the door open..."

Dominique walked barefoot on the dimly lit corridor, the black light and shadow was too dim, covering his sight.Dominic moved forward according to the prompts of the voice in his head, his face was indifferent and holy, as holy as a god without sorrow or joy.

'call--'

The darkness was boundless, and it seemed that someone suddenly breathed quietly in the dark corridor.Then that breath turned into a cold wind, the unreasonable coolness and indifference of the whole body, but it seemed to pass through your hair, eyebrows and eyes very gently, and finally stayed in your cochlea.

Dominic felt a chill on his back for no reason, and Dominic felt as if someone was secretly standing behind him, causing the chill to turn into pimples on his skin, making his hair stand up unnaturally.

'In the name of faith—'

Dominic lowered his eyes slightly, and prayed in his heart. When he raised his finger, there was a glimmer of light, and then disappeared quietly.

The fleeting light was ethereal, and the lights on the top of the seal became more illusory. The power of light made the feeling of shade disappear, and Dominique continued to walk in the dark corridor.There were more and more graffiti on the walls on both sides. When the soles of his feet stepped on a corner board, and then on his right, a hole in the wall seemed to be broken by violence, revealing an open door.

'Keep going, don't stop and don't look, the unknown is wonderful, but curiosity will lure you to hell, and you have 21 minutes until dinner starts. '

The cold machine voice was still there, but the voice in his head slowly began to seduce people's hearts.

Dominic blinked his eyes calmly, as if he didn't hear the prompt in his mind, he turned his head and looked into the open door.

Similarly, behind that door was a mass of dark mist, and it was hard to distinguish everything inside, but looking back vaguely, it seemed to see flames.

The system prompts: 'Currently a player has arrived at the old restaurant. '

Dominic's footsteps paused, he pondered for a few seconds, and walked directly towards the open door.

If there is light in his heart, he can be fearless of all darkness. As the holy son of light, Dominic never fears hell, because there is another 'hell' hidden in his heart.

Compared with the corridor behind, when Dominic stepped onto the threshold, the darkness in the room seemed to lighten a little.

After Dominic stepped into the door, he entered a room, and the voice in his head fell silent. The interior space of the room was not large, a little smaller than the place he was in before, and the four walls were crowded with many destroyed objects. A cabinet full of books.

There is a table in the center of the room, a pure wooden table, but the table top is dark red like old blood.Like the bookcase, there are also many thick books stacked on the table, only a small space at the edge seemed to be overturned by someone, and a piece of books was knocked down in a mess.

When Dominic walked towards the desk, an old bird-shaped oil lamp suddenly appeared on the empty place on the desk, and the sudden light pierced the darkness.Dominique stopped by the table, there was no kindling in the oil lamp, a rope was erected, burning a mass of fiery fire, and the imprinted silver wings were shining, as if they were about to fly, and the feet of the lamp looked like bird claws There is also an old sheepskin scroll on the bottom.

Subconsciously, his fingertips touched the cold handle, and Dominic raised the oil lamp slightly with his right hand, and then there were broken flames rising and falling with his right hand, like flying fire butterflies.

Picking up the sheepskin roll that was pressed at the bottom, Dominic put the oil lamp back in place. He lowered his head slightly, raised his left hand, and used the light from the oil lamp to check whether there were any clues on the sheepskin roll.

[I think I must be crazy. 】

This is the first sentence at the beginning of the parchment scroll. The brush strokes are heavy and the characters are distorted. The person who wrote the pen should be very nervous and angry. Then the black paint is like a landscape with splashed ink. Maybe the ink bottle was knocked over from the side, tilted The sprinkles covered the second line of words.

Dominique's gaze moved down slightly, quickly scanning and distinguishing characters that he could clearly recognize.

【They are not monks... not doctors!All of this... the conspiracy of the devil...]

[I shouldn't have come here in the first place. 】

【Those monsters, they hit my head with a hammer... cut off my flesh, and wanted to eat me!They don't understand treatment at all! 】

【ah!I want to leave here, I must...]

[Everyone is going to die. 】

The black ink covered a larger area, and then the brushstroke drew a long oblique line downward from the middle, and the tip of the pen even scratched the curled surface forcefully.

Dominic's eyes moved down again.

【I'm not sick! 】

【I'm not sick! ! 】

This sentence repeated the lower half of the entire parchment scroll, and the anger seemed to be able to pass through the scroll and directly impact the soul.Dominic frowned slightly, using the power of light to resist the power of anger, thinking about turning the pages of the parchment, intending to see if there were any useful clues hidden on the back of the parchment.

'boom! '

'Snapped--'

Maybe it was the sparks jumping in the lamp, and the sudden sound resounded in the darkness, like colored glass being smashed hard.

The sound came from the back, and there was also the sound of the door being pushed lightly, and the bottom of the door rubbing against the ground.

Dominic put away the parchment subconsciously, looked back along the sound source, his vision in the dark was hazy, but when he blinked, a rope suddenly appeared in Dominic's sight.

The black rope fell from the white ceiling, and a pale human skeleton was tied to the end of the rope. The white bones seemed to be fascia with glue, and there was no sign of separation.

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Hey, isn't my cuteness cute!