<h4>Chapter 60 </h4>


    Mo Yi put the shlight in his hand on the windowsill. His fingers trembled slightly, as he quickly unzipped his backpack, and took out the metal music box.


    He lifted the lid of the music box and slid his fingers smoothly around the velvet cushion.


    The only thing he heard was a soft click, as he opened the cassette.


    The locket was lying quietly in a dark velvet box, the mottled silver chain and pendant that had not yet ckened shimmered in the light of the shlight.


    Mo Yi picked the chain out of the box with his fingers. The rusted locket hinge opened automatically with his movements, revealing the blurry ck-and-white smiling faces of the two children inside.


    He leaned in to observe and was sure– it was indeed a ck-and-white photograph.


    So… the hidden plot in this instance, happened at least after the beginning of the 19th century.


    Mo Yi frowned slowly, his dark eyes shing with a thoughtful look.


    Thest major outbreak of the gue in Europe was the ‘Great gue of London’ in 1665, during which London’s poption was reduced by almost one-fifth.


    After the 17th century, the ck Death basically disappeared in Europe. Except for small-scale cases of gue deaths in a few ces, not many outbreaks spread to other countries and regions.


    But…whether it’s the giant mice, the beak mask, or the nursery rhyme just now, all of them point to the terrifying existence that once plundered one-third of Europe’s poption– the ck Death.


    Mo Yi stared at the silver locket hanging in his palm, his lips tightly pursed.


    His mind was like a bunch of tangled threads, he couldn’t sort out the clues, and he couldn’t find the key thread.


    He took a deep breath, closed the lid of the music box, and put it back in his backpack, but kept the pendant in his palm.


    For some reason, Mo Yi felt that he should use itter.


    But… it didn’t seem like it would be very appropriate to hang it around his neck.


    Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then rolled up his sleeve, ready to wrap it around his wrist.


    But as soon as he lifted his sleeve up, he was stunned.


    He saw that a silver ribbon had been wrapped around his wrist. It was tightly attached to his pale skin that had not seen the sun for a long time, and was glowing with a faint brilliance like flowing water.


    However, Mo Yi clearly remembered that after the end of thest instance, he left this pitiful novice gift bag at home, and did not prepare to bring it into the next instance.


    –but it followed suit.


    Mo Yi stretched out his finger and touched the ribbon, there was a faint warmth like that of body temperature on it, and it had no weight or thickness at all.


    He tried to move his wrist again, but there was no sensation of its body at all, as if there was no such band wrapped around his wrist.


    He didn’t understand. He never noticed the ribbon on his wrist, which shouldn’t have followed.


    .


    Although he knew not what this novice gift bag was and what it was useful for, since it didn’t hinder his actions, it was not his priority for the time being.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, put down his sleeve, and then changed his hand to wrap the pendant around his other wrist.


    He dropped his hands and picked up the shlight that had been set aside.


    His eyes circled the bloody walls for a few seconds, then took a deep look at it, as if to engrave the contents into his mind.


    He took a deep breath, turned his eyes away, walked around the room, and looked at it carefully.


    The interior of the room was piled with lots of debris, and thick dust umted on it, making it look extremely dirty and decadent.


    Mo Yi stepped closer to identify the debris carefully, and found a pile of wooden and iron pieces, piled up on the ground indiscriminately. They seemed to be fragments of chairs or beds, scattered on the ground.


    Everything was half-covered with arge gray sheet, the thick dust umted on the sheet, making the past color hard to discern.


    Mo Yi paused, stretched out his hand and lifted the sheet.


    The dust was everywhere in the air instantly, and he coughed again and again. It took a while for the dust to settle. Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, frowned, and stared at the ce previously covered by the sheet.


    He saw that the middle of the mound of wood and iron fragments was actually hollow– since it was just covered with a sheet, he couldn’t see the situation below previously.


    Mo Yi took a closer look and couldn’t help being taken aback.


    Under the swaying light of the shlight, in the middle of the open space, were countless bones. The light glowed on them with white coldness.


    A rotten scent mixing with the smell of dust rushed to his face instantly, the indescribable stench almost caused him to hold his breath.


    Mo Yi endured the nausea that came from the bottom of his heart, and leaned forward again, his dark eyes staring at the very strange looking pile of bones.


    He picked up a slender wooden stick next to him, and gently fiddled with the bones on the ground.


    Those bones were very small and didn’t belong to humans.


    Thanks to the well-preserved bones, and due to the anatomy introductory book he flipped through when he was bored, Mo Yi vaguely recognized the bones of cats, birds and frogs.


    Why were these here…?


    And why were there so many?


    Mo Yi frowned tightly, and a vague idea crossed his mind, but it was fleeting, and when he tried to recall it, it had already disappeared, and was difficult to capture.


    The stick made a soft sound in the dark as he put where he found it.


    With his movements, the shlight in his hand moved up inadvertently, and happened to freeze on the ceiling.


    Mo Yi raised his head subconsciously, his eyes fell on the ce illuminated by the shlight beam, and he couldn’t help but be slightly startled.


    He turned his wrist to fix the slightly offset beam on a point on the ceiling.


    It was an iron ring, which was firmly embedded in the uneven ceiling. On a closer look, the ceiling was so dirty that the color of the surface could not be distinguished. One could see four thin dark gaps on the surface, tightly blocked by dust. In fact, one couldn’t tell the difference if one didn’t look closely.


    Mo Yi’s eyes lit up– a secret door.


    He leaned closer to the wall as he walked around the room at a quicker pace, eagerly searching for something on the surrounding walls.


    Finally, in the deep shadow cast by the crooked window frame, Mo Yi found what he was looking for.


    It was a long iron hook. The curved handle was more than one meter long, and at the top was a small iron hook. Hanging on an iron nail on the wall beside the window frame, hidden deep in the darkness, it happened to ovep the edge of a shadow.


    –If one didn’t look for it deliberately, one would never find its existence.


    Mo Yi took the iron hook off the wall and lifted it above his head. The tip of the iron hook just caught in the raised iron ring on the ceiling.


    He pulled down hard.


    With the sound of creaking wood and rusting metal, part of the ceiling which was framed by the four gaps loosened, and dust fell down as it was suddenly pulled down.


    The woodendder that was supposed to go down slowly with the opening of the secret door, maybe because of the long time and the loose supports that could no longer bear its weight, suddenly fell down under the force of gravity, almost falling on Mo Yi’s head.


    If it weren’t for his quick reaction, he was afraid to be already smashed and bloodied.


    Looking at the heavy woodendder, Mo Yi couldn’t help but breathe a little faster. He had the feeling to have escaped from death.


    The Mist standing not far behind him slowly retracted the legs that had already stepped out and the hands that had been stretched out halfway. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the lines of his jaw, which had been tight with tension, also rxed.


    He retreated back into the darkness, as if it belonged to him.


    A pair of light gray eyes stared earnestly and attentively at the tall and straight figure not far away, as if seeing the only light source in the darkness, with heart-pounding paranoia.


    Mo Yi turned his back to the Mist, ignorant about the sight behind him. He just looked up at the secret door on the ceiling seriously.


    The dark on the other side of the secret door waspletely pitch-ck, and the scene inside could not at all be seen from the ground, only the cold and gloomy wind that was vaguely felt from the secret door was echoing hollowly in his ears.


    This kind of secret door was actually found in many houses abroad, usually leading to the attic that is responsible for storing the sundries.


    –And in this instance… it would definitely not be as simple as just packing up the sundries.


    Mo Yi sighed secretly, then stretched out his hand to support the wooden stairs, and slowly climbed up with a bowed waist.


    The cold airflow brushed over the top of his head, bringing the smell of rotten wood, mixed with the shallow smell of blood. The woodendder under his feet groaned harshly, overwhelmed by age and disrepair. It trembled as dust fell down.


    The further up he climbed, the darker it got.


    Only half of Mo Yi’s body was fully stretched out, and everything in front of him seemed to be frozen in darkness. Even if he looked at it with a shlight, he could only see the blurred outlines in the undting darkness.


    There was dead silence in his ears.


    He supported the woodendder beside him with his palm, as he continued to climb up, his whole person entered the attic.


    The moment his feetnded on the ground of the attic, a few small lights suddenly lit up without warning, which startled Mo Yi.


    Candles firmly fixed in several corners of the attic, lit up, and the dim candlelight illuminated the entire attic.


    The attic was not big, and the oddly-shaped narrow roof squeezed inwards, which would not only make people unable to stand upright, but would also greatly restrict people’s sight, making it impossible for Mo Yi to see the whole attic at all.


    The sense of oppression in the enclosed space was getting stronger and stronger.


    After Mo Yi bent down and took a few steps forward, the space above his head suddenly became wider.


    He straightened his aching waist, but his head mmed into something hard.


    Mo Yi was caught off guard, groaned in pain, took a few steps back, and took a closer look–


    He saw a huge goat skull hanging on the wall, with its dark eyes looking down at him coldly. Next to the skull were dozens ofplete skeletons of small animals hanging with thin thread. The white bones reflected the slightly crackling fire from the candles.


    The windows of the attic were wide open, and from this angle one could see the endless darkness outside.


    Like a tomb.


    With the weak candlelight, Mo Yi saw several sheets of yellowish paper covered with dust scattered on the ground. With densely written handwriting it seemed extremely blurred under the candlelight.


    Mo Yi held his breath and bent down to pick up the paper. When he was about to read it carefully, he caught a glimpse of the countdown outside the window.


    –Three minutes to the end of the hour.


    Mo Yi’s heart tensed, his breathing stagnated slightly. He quickly picked up arge stack of papers from the ground without looking closely, and hurriedly stuffed them all into his bag.


    He quickened his pace and walked towards the woodendder.


    If his guess was correct…


    The nursery rhyme was about to start again.


    TN: Hello dear readers, I want to thank all your lovely people reading andmenting my TL. Giving out virtual cookies foreveryone ? ?(′ ?｀?)