How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

escape.

Run away quickly.

——This is the only thing that Mason, whose mind is blank, can think of.

He twitched his lips, his legs were weak, and he staggered downstairs.

Just get out of the house and get back into the crowd.

Mason supported his weak body and ran downstairs desperately. He didn't dare to look back, but ran desperately, and soon reached the door locked by the iron lock, and he was about to get out again.

Unexpectedly, he shook the door twice, but he insisted on not shaking it.

I don't know who saw the iron lock on the door loose, and then strengthened the iron lock and tied it around again.

Mason: "..." Made.

With the cold air approaching behind him, he had no choice but to look behind him, and found that child——

No, it shouldn't be called a child, it's not a person at all!

The ghost walked downstairs slowly with water stains. It raised its broken head, and the blood inside floated up faintly. Mason seemed to be able to smell a cold and pungent fishy smell.

Those shiny brown pupils stared at Mason.

He shook the chain in horror, but he couldn't move anymore. He almost collapsed on the ground. In a blink of an eye, he saw another room on the right. Mason gritted his teeth. Fortunately, the ghost moved very slowly, just pacing slowly.

Mason crawled into the room, closed the door, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned back and found that there was no other way out after this room.

In other words, he was blocked here.

Mason didn't catch his breath, and almost had angina. Now that he had a break, he couldn't help cursing in his heart——

Who on earth designed the structure of this house so strangely?

However, he is only incompetent and furious. This door lock is an old-fashioned design that I don’t know how many years ago. It is the kind that uses a copper key to open the door. There is no automatic lock cylinder, so Mason without a key can’t even lock the door. He can only die. Blocking the door tightly, I prayed in horror that the thing outside would leave quickly.

Mason glanced around the room, but found nothing usable. As a result, when he turned around, he happened to meet the small hole in the lock cylinder.

Outside the lock cylinder is a lifeless eye staring coldly at him with dilated pupils.

Mason: "!"

It hadn't left yet, and was staring at him outside the door.

Mason was really out of breath this time, his eyes turned white, he almost fainted, his legs trembled, and a hot current flowed down between his legs.

He didn't even have the strength to curse people now, so he could only press against the door of the house, turned his head and accidentally saw something behind him that he hadn't noticed just now——

It was a wooden cover like a cellar.

Mason seemed to be grabbing at straws, he leaned against the door, and stretched out his feet to try to kick the wooden cover away.

Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that there turned out to be a passage like a crypt.

Mason took a breath, pulled a wooden stick beside him against the door, quickly climbed in, and closed the wooden cover with his backhand.

There seemed to be a huge space underground, and he carefully walked down in a dark and narrow cave with stone walls.

Logically speaking, such a cave must have other exits.

Mason was fed up with the thing outside, and he hunched over and climbed down with difficulty—the gap was too small for a grown man.

But he finally climbed to the bottom, which seemed to be a huge cave excavated by man. The sound of dripping water echoed in the emptiness. There was no one for an unknown period of time. The rock wall was covered with slippery and sticky moss, and there was a deep pool in the center of the cave. The water in the pool is dark, yellow earthy with sand and dust.

At the other end of the pool, light can be seen faintly coming in from above.

Mason heaved a sigh of relief. He climbed the rock wall, moved his feet carefully, and walked on the wet, cold and sticky rock wall.

He paced slowly towards the pool of water, preparing to bypass the pool of water and climb up to the rock wall in front of him.

However, I don't know if the ground is too slippery, or for some other reason——

When approaching the pool, he didn't stand firm, slipped on one of his feet, and fell straight into the pool. The water in the pool was icy cold, but Mason wasn't too flustered, it wasn't that he couldn't swim——

This composure until he felt something wrap around his waist.

Mason turned his head and saw a pale face under the water, with a few streaks of blood floating up along with it.

The child was sinking under the water, with a pair of bright eyes, looking at him without emotion.

Its two slender gray arms were tightly looping around his waist, pulling Mason into the water.

Mason's eyes widened in horror, and the fear in his heart couldn't be increased.

No, he doesn't want to die yet!

He also has an entire estate, inheritance from Vijay's family, and...

Mason hurriedly grabbed a protruding rock wall by the pool, the cold and greasy moss swirled in his hand, and the rough stone wall scratched the skin of his palm, and Mason didn't dare to let go.

While Mason was struggling desperately, he suddenly noticed a shadow falling in front of him.

……somebody is coming?

He looked up, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Sidelle in front of him.

Panicked, Mason didn't even have time to think about why the little girl appeared in this remote, sealed underground cave.

His voice was already shivering from the cold, but he couldn't suppress the joy in it: "Sidelle, hurry up! Pull me up!!"

——Mason didn't know if a 12-year-old girl could pull him up, but now those two cold little hands were still tightly locked around his waist, pulling him down.

But it was obviously too late for Sidelle to go out and ask for help, so Mason could only pin her hopes on Sidelle.

He shouted this sentence, but found that the girl in front of him didn't move at all.

The girl stood in front of the pool, with a fair face, a pair of blue eyes like a condensed ice lake, without any waves, overlooking him from above, casually brushed the golden hair on the side of her face, and stroked them to her ears back.

Her eyes were cold, her face seemed a little strange, and she glanced at the pool behind him indifferently.

Then he stepped on it, right on Mason's hand holding onto the stone wall.

Mason was stunned, but he hadn't reacted yet, but something was wrong subconsciously in his heart.

The next moment, he saw an incomprehensible smile on the little girl's fair face.

She flicked her wrist, then raised a... crowbar with a point so sharp that it shone in the dark cavern?

Mason: ...?

Wait, where did she get a crowbar? ?

Mason suddenly understood something, he struggled violently, but there was a girl with a smile on her face but holding a murder weapon in front of her, and a seemingly slender but powerful unknown creature behind her, he couldn't escape.

The crowbar swung down with a whistling sound, and hit Mason on the head with a "bang".

A ray of blood floated up along the chaotic pool, and the man's strong body sank in the pool, but did not immediately fall down.

Sidelle was walking in the old orphanage. She walked around the orphanage, but couldn't find Mason. Thinking of the underground air-raid shelter in the orphanage, she pondered for a while, and decided to go in and have a look.

After finding the entrance, she didn't take a few steps until she saw... Mason who was in a panic in the pool, and the man under the water who was wrapped around Mason's waist and pulled him down. Poor kid.

Sidelle: ...

She was silent in a rare way, and she even felt that she could guess why Mason appeared here and what he did.

Sydel really hasn't seen such a deadly person for a long, long time.

But her speechless mood did not affect her stepping forward. When Mason asked for help, she suddenly had evil thoughts and swung down the crowbar.

The man didn't sink for a while, but Sidelle succeeded in a blow, and the hand felt so smooth, Sidelle could even feel the blood flowing rapidly in her body, and her brain was slightly heated, she licked her lips, feeling a little hot.

The little girl thought deeply, and raised the crowbar again.

Suddenly there was a dazzling light behind him, it was the white light of a flashlight.

Sidelle was startled, this is... someone is here?

Should not be ah.

She looked at everything around—

Mason floated half dead on the surface of the pool, with a few traces of blood still floating on the water. She stepped on the man's hand and held a crowbar in her hand.

It's like a large-scale murder scene, or the kind of being caught directly.

Sidelle: .

It was too late for her to stop, only to hear a call from behind.

"Sydelle?"

said the man.

The voice seemed a little familiar, with a little smile, like a daily greeting between neighbors in the neighborhood.

Sidelle was startled again.

She turned her head and saw the man in the dark windbreaker dangling the light of the flashlight from her to the handsome man in the pool beside her.

It's Hannibal.

"Oh," he laughed lightly and walked forward slowly, "this is..."

"What a surprise."

There was familiarity in his words, and he greeted Sidelle with a smile: "Meet you again, Biscuit."

Sidelle: "...?"

How did you turn from a sweetheart into a biscuit?

She had a sullen face, and the bitterness that just came out could not be put away for a while. After five years, seeing Hannibal again, Sidelle said: "We don't know each other well, doctor."

So don't always give her messy nicknames... Give her the illusion that she is delicious.

Hannibal: "Hmm."

His eyes fell on the crowbar in Sidelle's hand, thoughtful.

Sidelle: .

She knew...she knew she would be misunderstood! !

Although it seems that it is probably not... a misunderstanding.

Hannibal's eyes turned to Mason, he was lying on the wall of the pool half dead - since Sidel hit him with a stick, Mason passed out, and the child on him disappeared.

I don't know if it sank into the water.

Looking at Sidelle's posture, Hannibal seemed to sigh slightly, and he stretched out his hand to take the crowbar away from the little girl's hand.

Twitched, didn't twitch.

Sidelle tightly held her precious weapon, and stared back with her big blue eyes without any timidity.

He just changed his posture by the way, quietly dragging the crowbar behind him from the posture of laying the crowbar in front of him, ready to hit someone.

Hannibal: "..."

He didn't bother with the "murder weapon" either, and let go of it indifferently.

"Remember that book I gave you?"

Facing Hannibal's sudden question, Sidelle nodded hesitantly.

In fact, the nursery rhyme book was still lying on her pillow for a while, and some of the nursery rhyme stories in it were quite interesting.

It was just put on the shelf later, but Sidelle didn't throw it away either.

...what on earth is he trying to do.

"All sinners are slaves to sin, do not be conformed to this world."

When the deep and elegant voice like a cello read out these words softly as if reciting poetry, Hannibal's eyes were deep, and he stared meaningfully at Sidelle and the crowbar behind her.

Sidelle: "..." She probably understood.

The little girl silently hid the crowbar a little more, trying to explain: "Actually, I didn't intend to hurt him..."

Hannibal was just picking Mason out of the pool, turned the man over, and his eyes fell on the back of the man's head that was faintly stained with blood.

The skull there was obviously recessed.

Sidelle: "..."

She was silent.