I died on the first day of the game

Many creatures have phototaxis. The dark night has never been the home of human beings. Fear comes from the unknown, and the unknown often comes from darkness.

Several people agreed to go to the wooden house to find out during the day.

The next day, Yi Mian walked from home to the church as usual, and the four survivors were already waiting in the square.

But the job of the priest is the top priority, he pointed to the bench and said: "You guys wait for me here for a while."

Several people nodded in agreement, Yi Mian took two steps away, and looked back with some hesitation.

Zhao Mo sat on the bench with great determination, while chatting with the two girls, his expression was relaxed. Only Li Chengshang noticed his pause and looked up: "What's wrong?"

The young man shook his head: "...it's okay."

He felt for a second that he had something to say, but the moment he turned around, the words that had just reached his lips disappeared inexplicably. Looking at the atmosphere of the four people, the atmosphere was also harmonious, and there was nothing wrong.

Yi Mian attributed this feeling to the intuition of the survivors, temporarily pressed it in her heart, and asked casually, "Have you investigated where you live?"

Li Chengshang said: "Well, we inspected it on the first day. All the supplies are new, and there are no traces of other people's lives. It should be a house specially for foreigners."

Zhao Mo interjected: "Don't look at it from the outside, it looks quite big, but in fact there are only two bedrooms, which is just right for us two men and two women, and we can't live in one more."

"If you say that..."

After hearing this, Lin Tingting thought for a while and said, "Is it a coincidence that the quilts, pillows, and tableware just happen to serve four people?"

Zhao Mo didn't care: "It's normal, it should be the bishop who asked someone to prepare for us."

"Right."

Several people started chatting about the church and the bishop, Yi Mian couldn't think of any other questions, so he could only go back to the church for today's prayer.

Even facing an unknown god, the pious expressions of the crowd, and the motionless posture, still set off the solemn atmosphere that the church should have.

While others were not paying attention, Arya sneaked to the front and tugged on his robe: "My lord priest, can you tell me about your adventure story yesterday?"

Yesterday they briefly described it to the people waiting in the church, saying that the voice came from an empty house, and wanted to find out the owner of the house, but everyone said that they did not know about it, and had never seen anyone enter or leave that house.

Even Javier, the oldest bishop in town, couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, but now it's prayer time, go back to the prayer rug first, okay?"

Yi Mian lowered her voice and looked at the dark crowd kneeling behind her.

"Oh fine."

The little girl walked back obediently.

Half an hour later, the residents left one by one. Arya didn't know where to play, and she didn't come to him again.

"Let's go?"

Li Chengshang and the others were carrying five kerosene lamps, Yi Mian took one and held it in his hand.

"It's daytime now, why do you have to bring it?"

Zhao Mo shook the candle in the lamp and asked puzzledly.

Lin Tingting said: "Brother Li prepared it, so be prepared."

The wooden house under the sun didn't look so gloomy, the surroundings were quiet, and the door was ajar as when they left.

"I didn't expect it to be so dark during the day."

The five people looked at the furnishings in the room. The walls and floor were dark brown, blocking most of the light, but it was brighter than last night. At least they could see each other's faces clearly.

"Window, open the window first..."

Lin Tingting murmured, groping on the wall, and only touched the dirt with one hand, "Isn't it, there are no windows on the first floor?"

"No, it's the window."

Li Chengshang walked to the other wall and stared at the two unremarkable thin wooden boards on it. Due to years of disrepair, the wood and the wall were almost integrated into one, and there were several layers of spider webs stuck to it. The man knocked it with his hands and shook it off A layer of floating ash.

Yi Mian tried to pull the wooden board away, but found that it was firmly nailed to the wall, and said with a frown, "It's sealed."

Lin Tingting fluttered the ashes on her hand: "Fortunately, I brought a light, forget it, I can see clearly anyway, let's look for clues first."

The first floor was an entire empty hall with no furniture. When they went up to the second floor, there were doors next to each other on both sides of the narrow corridor, which was the opposite of the crowd downstairs.

Yi Mian pushed open a door, and the room was also a narrow strip, perhaps less than two meters wide, with a sealed window at the end, and a wooden bunk bed on the left side, between the wall and the The space left between them is only for one person to enter and exit.

Zhao Mo walked in, wanted to see what was on the upper bunk, stood by the bed and turned around with difficulty, and climbed up the ladder: "It's too crowded, there are two more people to live in, is this the prison in their town?"

Lin Tingting sat down at the table, the only piece of furniture in the room: "It's a disgrace to the prison. At least one prisoner in the prison still has five square meters of free space."

She moved the small stool, and just as she stretched her legs, her back hit the wall.

Yi Mian picked up a small bottle on the table and wiped the bottle: "Is this the holy water of the church?"

The bottle and the quinoa bread he had been in contact with the most this week, although the liquid inside had dried up long ago, he still recognized it at a glance.

"There are too!"

Zhao Mo jumped off the bed with the same bottle and a thin brown paper book, and put it on the table. Lin Tingting lifted it up and opened it, and Li Chengshang also surrounded him.

"May... bless..."

"Today... there is no holy water..."

I don't know how long it has been left on the notebook. The handwriting on the notebook is blurred, and occasionally some words can be recognized. They are also prayers of blessing and blessing. They are afraid of missing important information, so they can only carefully read page by page.

Zhao Moyou had a broken mouth that didn't match his name: "I've lived like this, and I still don't forget the holy water."

Fortunately, some information was also revealed between the lines. The owner of the book wrote that the rooms upstairs can accommodate up to three people, and nearly 100 people are crammed into a space of only tens of square meters. It is forbidden to go out and open windows. People are like captive animals. Be circled here.

Turning to the last few pages, the handwriting became clearer.

"Eat...less and less, let...leave...tomorrow afternoon..."

Zhou Fen said: "There is not enough food, so they want to leave?"

Yi Mian shook her head and said, "If one hundred people don't work, the lack of supply is an inevitable result, but they should have no strength to resist. I'm inclined to transfer them collectively."

"Then where can they go?" Lin Tingting clattered and turned the pages, "This is a hundred people, no, there are only more than 20 people in the town now, how can they control so many, don't they all hit five? "

The discussion failed, and several people investigated other rooms one by one, and found that almost all the people locked up here were Christians. Everyone had bottles of holy water, kraft paper, and those without paper and pens. There were also prayers crookedly engraved on the wall. .

"Is this Yiwei religion so godly? My mind is full of blessings and blessings now."

They left the last room, Zhao Mo exhaled and leaned against the corridor.

Li Chengshang frowned: "The point is our mission. If you think correctly, the current situation is that people from the church have been arrested, but the game asks us to rescue the residents."

"Churches, ordinary residents, are there any third-party forces in this town?"

He tapped three times on the wall, then turned to look at the only professional survivor among them.

"No."

Yi Mian shook her head, and said again, "And all the residents are believers."

He worked for a week, and most of the residents came to pray regularly in the morning and evening every day, regardless of the wind or rain, and the others were only a matter of how often they came.

Lin Tingting said despondently: "It's a lie at all. It has brainwashed the whole town, and we can't tell who is a normal resident."

Both Zhao Mo and Zhou Fen agreed, and they condemned this strange church with righteous indignation, while Yi Mian remained silent because of her status as a priest.

Li Chengshang stopped their discussion: "Let's go, come back at night, the most important clue is the sound at night."

Several people went downstairs one by one.

"It feels so good to see the sun again!" Zhao Mo looked at the sun, felt the warmth, and sighed sincerely, "The second floor is so suffocating, I can't stand it just by looking at it!"

Li Chengshang silently nodded.

Just as Yi Mian was about to separate from them and go back to the church to compare the holy water bottles, Zhou Fen's panicked voice came from behind.

"and many more!"

She opened the door and rushed in again, "Lin Tingting didn't come out!"

The three looked at each other and immediately followed.

"Lin Tingting?! Lin Tingting!!"

"anyone there?!"

The shout hit the opposite wall, and then swung back again, leaving Nuo Da's house empty.

"Oops, Lin..."

Zhou Fen suddenly froze, opened his mouth, and couldn't speak.

The memory of Lin Tingting quickly faded in their minds, and the four of them froze in place, their eyes full of disbelief.

Zhao Mo grabbed his hair and tried his best to remember: "Lin, Lin... no, why is her name Lin?!"

Yi Mian pursed her lips, relying on the last bit of memory, picked up a piece of wood slag the size of a palm, broke it apart with bare hands, and placed it in the most conspicuous place on the table.

After a while, Li Chengshang asked, "Who are you talking about?"

The panic in Zhou Fen's eyes hadn't faded away, and her face was already dazed: "...Yes, who is it?"

"I feel like we just went out."

Zhao Mo put his hands off his head, walked to the door, and asked in confusion, "Why did you come in again?"

"……I do not know."

"I do not know either."

Four people walked out of the house, leaving only the creaking door.

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