Monster Collector [Unlimited]

However, when Xie Changli went all the way down the stairs, all the strange cries had disappeared.

The god statue shrouded in soft light is neither sad nor happy, and under the heavy restraint of chains, it stares down at the world.

Yu Yan happened to be squatting under the statue, carefully observing the lines on it, and when he saw Xie Changli coming down, he got up to meet him, and said naturally, "Brother Xie."

The platform at the feet of the idol is carved with lush thorns, intertwined and intertwined, almost pinching into the skin of the idol and sucking its blood.

There are all kinds of chaotic patterns on the side of the platform, perhaps to show the roots of these thorns, only the front of the statue, a concentric circle is carved on the side of the platform.

Perhaps it was Xie Changli's attention that made him feel a little pressure, Yu Yan explained: "Madam O believes in God, I happen to be good at small tricks and the like, try to find clues or key props here."

"You can't see, I put together the patterns below to get such a figure, like..."

Halfway through the speech, small and broken cries sounded in his ears, it was a childish voice, babbling, it was...

"pa...pa"

Yu Yan's breathing became constricted, his pupils dilated abnormally, and his body was shaking and he was about to fall down. Fortunately, he had experienced dungeons many times, and he realized that he was being attacked almost instantly. He bit the tip of his tongue and woke up. His face was still pale and dripping with cold sweat. And down.

The bony fingers pressed between his brows, and the cold touch quickly calmed him down.

The examiner raised his head, and Yu Yan could feel the silent pressure through the sunglasses: "Did you hear something? Or did you see something?"

"Crying, is it a baby?" Yu Yan struggled to organize his words, "It called me, pa?"

"Before going out, I also heard the cry of the baby." Xie Changli withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped it slowly, "But, I was here just now, and I didn't hear anything."

Yu Yan's face became serious, he didn't know when he was hit: "It's an illusion, the monster in this dungeon has the ability to attack mentally."

"Maybe this is part of the dungeon mechanism," Xie Changli looked at the surrounding roads, "I'll go see other people, and, give me the picture."

He stretched out a hand and gestured for Yu Yanhua to show him.

It was a very simple figure, with one horizontal line and three vertical lines interlaced vertically.

"Based on our dinner today, this graphic should represent a tree." Yu Yan explained, "But that needs to be rotated another 90 degrees, but I found that the carving on the base of this statue cannot be rotated."

The bell tower in the distance strikes the time again, and the nine bells from far to near announce that there is only one hour before the curfew.

The examiner didn't ask any more questions, and Yu Yan watched him walk towards the corridor behind the restaurant, which was the direction where the maids pushed the dining car out, most likely the kitchen.

He had also checked it before, but at this time the kitchen had been tidied up, the cabinets were locked, and no one could be seen.

"Boom boom boom——"

Before Xie Changli got close to the kitchen, he heard the sound of a kitchen knife hitting the chopping board, and saw the chef working in the kitchen.

He was like a mountain of meat, the fat on his body trembled with his movements, almost flowing to the ground, and even the spacious kitchen seemed narrower.

The sound of dong dong dong still sounded steadily, and it was hard not to remind people of the scene of dismemberment.

The chef happened to hear footsteps at the door, and waved his hand impatiently: "The pig food is not ready yet."

Xie Changli: "Pig food?"

Hearing a strange voice, the chef turned around, still holding the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand. Fortunately, there was no blood on the knife, only some black powder adhered to it.

Seeing the person coming, the chef's face was full of smiles, and his fierce face turned into a simple and honest one: "You are the gourmet hired by Madam, I'm sorry."

Realizing that he was still holding the knife, he quickly put the knife down and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel: "This is not cooking for you, it's the livestock raised by Madam, they are fed three times a day, and there is also supper. If you are curious, you can also come in and take a look."

Xie Changli was disrespectful, but on the chopping board were blackened branches, and the small pot next to it was bubbling, and the paste inside was a strange green color, with only a faint scent that barely showed that it was edible thing.

"Anyway, if you have something to feed the animals, just stew it." The chef said awkwardly, a little at a loss.

Fortunately, this distinguished guest has a kind attitude: "Exquisite meals require a lot of time to prepare, and even a chef cannot have enough energy to take care of such an insignificant meal."

"Cook, it's time." The maid's voice sounded, and the maid who took them to arrange a place before appeared, and He Xiaotong and Zhao Qing happened to be with them.

The two parties looked at each other, Zhao Qing smiled and Mimi said a few words to the maid, which made the other party tremble with laughter, waved their hands to let them leave, and then leaned over and muttered: "Brother Xie, our side There are several discoveries."

"First of all, the identities of the bones outside are basically the slaves Mrs. O bought over the years. They have a special slave trader here who trades secretly. The maid has seen slave trucks enter the manor. We don't know how many people there are," he said, " The day Mrs. O invited us to come here is specially calculated, saying that it is the once-in-a-hundred-year red moon week, the red moon will last for six days, and slowly turn back to snow-white on the seventh night, which is consistent with our time."

He Xiaotong added: "Madam O has been experimenting with new dishes before, but she stopped experimenting half a year ago, and she didn't invite us until now. Obviously, this red moon has an important relationship with the dinner."

"Also, the statue of the Crucifixion is not a religion, it is the mainstream belief here, but Mrs. O and his wife didn't believe in it before, and they only started to believe in it five years ago." Zhao Qing's eyes lit up, "but not long after, her husband, two Both daughters and younger son died in an outbreak of contagious disease."

The maid and the chef packed the feed together, and just heard the last sentence of their whispered conversation, and couldn't help interjecting: "But the boy deserves to die. The lady is pious and gentle and kind, but the youngest son is lawless. It's normal."

This is another important clue.

There is not much time left for them to communicate, and it is not easy to say something in front of the NPC. They returned to the second floor and just met Yu Yan and Sun Ping.

Start by sharing leads.

When Sun Ping arrived, his face was quite ugly, with a bag of mental stabilizers in his mouth, the flames kept rising and disappearing on his arms, and he cut straight to the point: "What I ate tonight must have the effect of mental attack, I have been experiencing Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations."

Originally, his mental value was relatively dangerous. Tonight's investigation time was almost wasted, and he could only find a quiet place to stabilize his state.

Therefore, He Xiaotong could only investigate alone, and just happened to meet Zhao Qing who was wandering outside by himself, and the two of them also experienced auditory hallucinations: "We too, the baby's whining, crying, and screaming, we need to count the number of mental stabilizers stock."

Fortunately, they are all members of the order camp, and mental stabilizers are necessary supplies, so there is no need to worry too much about this.

It's just... Everyone unconsciously turned their eyes to the chief examiner.The rise of the order camp often requires the sacrifice of spiritual value. At this time, the leaders with a higher level than them are more dangerous.

Xie Changli was leaning against the window, when he turned his head, the soft light hit his side face, it was so beautiful that it even made people feel scared.

It makes people feel that the examiner glanced at them through the sunglasses.

Everyone lowered their heads, researching clues, researching clues, with the same thought in their hearts: Who gave them the courage to doubt the examiner?

Only then did Xie Changli speak: "The information is almost exchanged, I still have something to discover here."

Xie Changli took out the skull from his pocket, and at the same time there was a wooden board. At some point, he carved a portrait with a knife.

"I know a little portrait restoration technology," the examiner explained lightly, "this is the result."

There is only a simple drawing of a baby's face on it, but the sharp and awl-like chin is very recognizable.

"Mrs. O?" He Xiaotong also learned a little bit of relevant knowledge, took the skull and looked at it for a moment, "It should be a member of Mrs. O's family, a woman, a baby, and it is very likely to be Mrs. O's youngest daughter."

Therefore, Mrs. O lost all her relatives 5 years ago, and their bones were hung on the woods outside, crying day and night.

"It's very likely that it was a sacrifice." He Xiaotong said his guess, "We can go to the woods to collect the bones tomorrow during the day, there should be clues on them."

As if to respond to the statement, the sound of commotion came from below.

They were standing on the second floor at the moment, and through the window, they could just see the woman in white with disheveled hair running barefoot to the lake, and was subdued.

In the whistling wind, only a few keywords could be barely heard: "The witch...she...dead..."

The crazy maid didn't struggle for long before she was dragged back by the others and stuffed into a small building in the distance.

"It's almost ten o'clock, everyone go back to rest first." Xie Changli looked at the clock tower in the distance and made a decision, "Get up at three o'clock, we can visit the hut where the maids are held."

The currently accepted dungeon principle is not to violate the set rules, so no one objected, and each went back to his room.

It's just that Zhao Qing looked back frequently, and Yu Yan couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?"

"Did no one ask Du Ya? Didn't come with the chief examiner, so I don't know if he's still there."

Yu Yan said coldly: "Who knows, a spring night is worth a thousand gold, so I can't bear it."

Zhao Qing: "However, at that level, they should be as territorial as monsters, right? They should be sent back after they're done, right?"

"Then it's even harder to say what to do," Yu Yan said, "At that level, if you get infinitely close to monsters, you may not be able to have fun, and you will be useless."

Zhao Qing: "I think he's mentally stable now, shouldn't he?"

"Stability needs to be maintained by venting regularly, whether it is tyrannical desire or other things," Yu Yan clicked his tongue, and the strange black pattern loomed on his body, like breathing, "I can only blame that little newcomer who is weak and not strong enough." Keep your brains up, the law of the jungle is the rule, otherwise what are we doing in the camp of order?"

Zhao Qing watched him close the door.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The crying of the baby is still going on.

Wang Da curled up in the quilt, trembling subconsciously. When his mental value fell below [-], hallucinations and reality intertwined, everything in front of him was blurred, but it was extremely difficult to move, as if his hands and feet were tied with heavy objects .

Just get through it.

He told himself that there will be points soon, just switch to mental stabilizers.

The cold touch climbed up from the soles of his feet, and he shrank his feet subconsciously, and then heard the baby's voice getting closer.

"Papa?"

Something stopped right next to his bed.

Hallucinations, all hallucinations.

Wang Da gasped heavily, realizing what he was doing, and hurriedly stuffed his hand into his mouth, controlling himself not to make a sound.

There was another sound, this time it was very clear, and he heard the words clearly: Dad.

No, it's not a voice from outside.

Wang Da lowered his head, and suddenly found the outline of the baby under the quilt!

"dad."

The baby stopped crying, laughed, and grabbed his feet all the way up.

Wang Da didn't know how he screamed and rolled out in pain. When he managed to gather his consciousness, he was kneeling in the corridor, and the red walls seemed to become soft and moist, like some kind of living flesh and blood.

He was taken aback by the thought.

"dad."

Wang Da didn't even dare to turn his head back, he galloped like a horse that had been severely whipped, but the voice lingered in his mind like a ghost.

"Dad?" "Dad?" "Dad?"

One after another.

Wait, he knew where the voice was coming from.

Wang Da stopped and lowered his head slowly.

At some point, his stomach swelled up like a balloon and stood up high.

Something squirmed under the skin and was calling daddy happily.

He finally broke down and screamed, and frantically scratched his swollen belly with shaking hands. In the severe pain, his flesh was torn apart by him!

However, what appeared in front of my eyes was definitely not a baby, but two gently shaking tentacles, blood dripped from the top, countless tiny feet were swinging rapidly, and the half-arm-long worm body crawled out coiledly, He raised his head high at him: "Dad?"

Then another worm crawled out of his stomach, and another, and another...

Dad, Dad...

Never ending, never ending...