"But..." Wen Mengli hesitated, "They all said that you got your divine power from Wenya's baby. Wenya's baby is the most..."
"I am the best divine child."
"Really...really?"
"I am the best divine child, and I will give the best things to Mengli, so that everything about Mengli will be better than Wenya."
"My doll is the cutest!" Wen Mengli's voice cheered.
"But," Wen Mengli's divine child said coldly, "Mengli, Mengli, you have to do one thing first."
"What to do?"
"Let you be me and let me be you."
When the last word came out, there was a creak and the wooden door next to the wardrobe slowly opened.
Behind the door, there is still a dark space.
"Let's go," Jasmine looked at everyone, "It seems that there are only so many clues about Wen Mengli."
"What do you mean?" Qin Yin asked as he walked behind the door, "What does Wen Mengli's death have to do with the doll? Is the body in the closet Wen Mengli's?"
The Taoist priest walked in the front, pushed open the wooden door, and shook his head, "It shouldn't be Meng Li. Assuming that Meng Li is really dead, in the plot, Meng Li died in front of Wen Yajun and Wen Ya's mother, and
The body was hung in the closet and would never be discovered immediately."
"What Wenya's mother is?" Qin Yin slapped the Taoist priest's arm, "That's your wife."
"..."
Xiaolan stared at the slowly swinging dummy female corpse in the closet and frowned, feeling that something was not right.
There is no problem with the Taoist priest's analysis, but this room seems to only involve Wen Mengli's story.
The dummy is about the same length as me, so it should be a child.
Isn’t that really Wen Mengli?
Xiaolan thought about it, and unknowingly reached the end. Her companions had all entered the door, and she was left standing by the door staring at the closet.
Finally, probably because he disliked her for walking too slowly, an NPC came out of nowhere with a roar. Xiaolan was so frightened that she crawled into the door and peeed. When the NPC shouted and tried to pounce on her, the door slammed shut.
.
"It's still a secret room from which there is no turning back." Jasmine tried to push the door.
"What do you mean?"
"Every time you enter a new room, the previous one will be closed. You can only read the clues once and remember them in your mind."
Qin Yin gave up thinking and turned to look at the layout of the new room.
There is no light in this room, and it is only illuminated by five small candles in their hands.
"Like a haunted house." Qiao Nian looked around.
"That's what I said," Qin Yin led Xiaolan forward, "Which room here doesn't look like a haunted house?"
However, this is indeed the most haunted house.
At least compared to the previous room, that's how it is.
This is another square hut, more spacious than Wen Mengli's room. In the center of the room lies a small coffin half a person's height. There are some white flags hanging on the roof. There are some small models of strange shapes placed in the corners on both sides. In front of the coffin
It is a wooden desk, which seems to be offering sacrifices to someone, and also seems to be...
"Hey, what is it?" Qin Yin touched a black lump that looked like an inkstone, then shook his arm with a look of disgust, "Why is it so sticky?"
There is a photo frame on the desk, and the inkstone is placed behind the photo frame.
Fool and Baomu shared a candle and squatted by the wall to observe the models. Xiaolan took Qin Yin's arm and looked at the things on the table together.
"Slimy?" Xiaolan glanced at Qin Yin's hand, then turned to Baomu and asked, "Brother Baomu, does it smell strange?"
Baomu just picked up a model and shook his head, "No."
"No smell of blood?"
"No, there is only some smell of blood in the first two rooms."
"Then this is not blood, sister Xiaoyin, don't worry." Xiaolan said to Qin Yin.
The Taoist priest reached out and grabbed the photo frame, "Well, this is fixed."
"Is there anything painted on it?" Qin Yin came close to the Taoist priest and rubbed her hand on the Taoist priest's clothes.
"No, nothing, but..." The Taoist priest changed his angle and looked at the upper edge of the photo frame, "It seems like something can be inserted here."
Understood.
"Looking for photos," Xiaolan thought. "We want to find photos of the person who was worshiped."
"Boom - boom -" a heavy sound of wood rubbing against each other was heard behind him.
"What are you doing?"
"Open the coffin," Jasmine and Qiao Nian grabbed the lid of the coffin, "Isn't such a big coffin placed here just for people to open?"
What is the logic of this? Open the coffin when you see it?
"Can it be opened?" The fool grabbed something, stood up and looked at it.
"Quite light."
Jasmine said, and she and Qiao Nianmou used all their strength to lift it up, and the lid of the coffin actually moved open with a crack.
The fool hurriedly handed the thing in his hand to Baomu, took over the actions of the two and continued to open the coffin.
He lifted up a heavy coffin lid. The fool took a few glances and put the coffin lid on the open space aside.
A few heads came closer.
In the coffin, lay an older woman dressed in white linen. The woman's palms were raised up and held in front of her lower abdomen, as if she was holding something.
"See if there are any photos in there."
The Taoist priest gave the order, and several people began to fumble around the inside of the coffin.
“There’s nothing there,” Jasmine turned left and right, “Is it on her body?”
After hearing this, Qin Yin stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the female corpse, and then retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
"Wow, she's hot."
Xiaolan immediately shrank behind Qin Yin.
"Why is it hot?" The fool frowned, "She was burned to death?"
"You are such a fool. Being so hot means that this is a real NPC... you! Stop touching him. This is a human being, a stinking hooligan."
After experiencing the previous frights, Xiaolan now felt like seeing a ghost when she saw a living person. She hid behind Qin Yin and stepped back step by step, but her butt suddenly hit the edge of the desk. Unexpectedly, this seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism, a
The locked drawer popped open with a snap, and Xiaolan was so frightened that she threw herself on the street with her face on the ground.
Qin Yin picked up Xiaolan on the ground and patted the ashes on her face. Xiaolan picked up the doll that was pressed under her and patted the ashes on its face. The two of them looked at the drawer together.
"Is this... a camera?" Qin Yin grabbed the thing that looked like an old-fashioned camera, "It feels a bit old."
"I understand, we need to take photos of the deceased ourselves," Jasmine said.
"Wow, this design is interesting." Qiao Nian's eyes lit up.
Qin Yin handed the camera to the Taoist Priest. The Taoist Priest specially adjusted the angle of the photo to show the length of his legs, and with a snap, he took a group photo of the corpse in a shroud and coffin.
After pressing the shutter button, a yellowed photo slowly appeared at the lower edge of the camera.
"Ah, ready-made photos," Qin Yin said, looking at the female corpse in the photos with completely different angles, "Taoist Priest's photography skills are in vain."
In the photo, there is the same coffin, the same female corpse, and the same white clothes.
"Eh?" Jasmine suddenly pointed at the photo, "What is this?"