Chapter 182 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-Seven) "The God in Red Arrives Quietly"


Chapter 182 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-seven) "The God in Red Arrives Quietly"

The girl has grown up in the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School as long as she can remember. She has been as quiet as a deaf-mute girl since she was a child.

When teachers and children see her, she often sits alone in a corner without sunlight, sucking her fingers quietly, staring at the passing crowd with her big watery eyes.

As she grows older, her uniqueness is gradually revealed.

She seems to be suffering from some kind of weird anorexia. When other children are devouring the scarce meals, she often only swallows one or two symbolic mouthfuls and then gives the remaining meals to her classmates to share.

A teacher once accidentally witnessed her squatting in a dark corner full of mushrooms, picking up the soft soil under the mushrooms with her fingers and stuffing it into her mouth. When the teacher walked over to stop her, she seemed to realize that her behavior would not be tolerated. She quickly hid her muddy fingers behind her back and put on a shy and innocent smile on her face.

Not only that, girls can also see things that ordinary people cannot see and hear whispers that ordinary people cannot hear. Once when it was her turn to sweep the cemetery, she suddenly squatted down in front of a small yellow flower and muttered a strange sound that ordinary people could not understand.

At first, the teachers only thought she was playful, just like ordinary children who like to imagine an invisible friend. She was just pretending that she could talk to flowers and plants out of an ignorant innocence.

Until one day, a teacher nailed 47 to a cross, and soon after, he saw that weird bad boy walking down the invisible stairs late at night.

The teacher was frightened by the strange scene and subconsciously looked away, only to catch a glimpse of the girl standing in the jungle of tombstones at some point. She opened her bright eyes as usual, biting her fingers and spitting out a string of weird syllables. .

After translation by Ms. Medina, who knew the indigenous language, those syllables meant "God led him", and the strange thing was that no one had ever taught the girl that forbidden language.

The teachers naturally knew that any weird thing could happen in this magical land, so they believed that the girl might have some kind of psychic vision. Rumors gradually grew and spread secretly. They claimed that the girl was a "witch" who was watched by the gods and could use strange witchcraft to bring curses as predicted by nursery rhymes.

Ms. Medina disagreed with this. While punishing the girl cruelly, she tried to get her to get rid of her bad habit of eating dirt. At the same time, she declared coldly: "Since she can speak, she should be taught what she should really learn. Language. ”

Ms. Medina is even more severe than other teachers in her treatment of students. Under her guidance, the girl gradually returned to normal, could eat all the food in the cafeteria, and could speak fluent English.

Of course, only the girl herself knows that she has suppressed all her secret desires and impulses in her heart, done some things more carefully and secretly, and only secretly left the dormitory in the dead of night. Go lick the wet soil at the kitchen door and hum the songs you were born with.

On June 1st, Mr. Tolson proposed to baptize some good children. The girl was originally on the list, but she was put into the solitary room because she offended Ms. Medina.

In the small and cramped dark room, the girl huddled in the corner, but she was not afraid of being alone, because she could see the scenes in other rooms through the cement walls, and her sight could even go all the way through the maple forest to the full house. School for teachers and students.

She sat quietly, silently licking the dust in the room, looking at the crowd in the distance with curious eyes.

In the following days, more and more children were sent to the solitary room. She heard words such as "insomnia" and "isolation", but she could not fully understand them. She could only see the purple smoke above the children's heads, symbolizing pain, and the smoke was mixed with strange yellow flowers.

She still remembers that the yellow flowers and yellow butterflies are related to the gods she has seen. Whenever the yellow flowers bloom all over the land, the gods will always appear together with the yellow butterflies.

The grand battles and deaths can create the illustrious righteous god, and the tiny pain and longing can naturally attract the glance of the evil god.

Bad boy 47 also knew this secret. He lay on the ground and drew words similar to incantations. He was actually performing a ritual and praying to the evil god.

He was already close to success. Yellow flowers and yellow butterflies climbed all over the broken wall, following his feet and occupying every inch of soil, announcing the imminent arrival of the gods.

Unfortunately, not everyone can see miracles. 47 once told some children about his experiences and was soon accused of being a "liar".

But with the spread of the epidemic, the "lies" that were laughed off in the past were mentioned again by the children, and under the exaggeration of reality, they became the truth that they affirmed and swore to. Fear evolves into anger over time, and hatred always seems to provide people with great courage.

The girl watched helplessly as the purple smoke above the children's heads turned into black, symbolizing malice. They cursed 47 for summoning the evil god and bringing diseases, accusing him of being the most damnable devil. 47 But he didn't say a word from beginning to end, and there was an indistinguishable golden color floating around him.

Silence cannot exchange for the same silence. Curses and abuses intensified. Vicious words came one after another in the leaden cement room. The girl could hear everything because of her keen sensitivity, and she felt a trace of belonging for no reason. Fear and boredom on a biological level.

She looked through the thick cement wall at 47 sitting at the base of the wall holding her knees. Yellow flowers were blooming in every corner, covering the corpses of blue and white mushrooms. Butterflies made of light were fluttering in the air with their wings. Sprinkle a little golden sparkling powder.

At a certain moment, all the sounds disappeared, and there was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

The girl's eyes suddenly widened.

She saw that in the dank little room, the red-clothed god quietly descended and filled the dark air with light.

......

Outside the Memorial Hall for the Aboriginal Victims, Chang Xu and Shuo Meng walked one behind the other through the maple forest.

The two went to the cemetery, but apart from hearing a specious song, they found no useful clues. It was still early to see, so the two decisively decided to go to the legendary confinement room first.

In late autumn, the fiery red maple leaves spread a thick carpet on the mud floor. Most of them are already shriveled, and they make a slight "click" sound when stepped on. The skinny maple tree spreads out its bare branches wantonly, which is better than having no space to hinder the player's pace.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning when the two of them arrived at the solitary room mentioned by the tour guide.

The square cement house is located in the shadow of the maple forest. The surface is already covered with cracks due to thermal expansion and contraction, and it seems that it will turn into a pile of fragments and collapse at any time.

The inaccessible building is lifeless, with densely packed ugly mushrooms growing on the walls, crawling all over the house like an old man's wrinkled skin. The green and white color exudes the smell of death, which makes people stay away.

Shuimeng stared at the mushrooms, thought of something, and took half a step back without leaving a trace.

Chang Xu glanced at him, held the destiny poker between his fingers, and walked into the cement room step by step.

The house covers an area of ​​about one hundred square meters. There are no unnecessary furnishings inside. There is a maze of corridors that are as narrow as intestines. The ground is covered with sticky moss and dotted with dirty mushrooms. Chang Xu crushed a few mushrooms blocking the road, and the fishy smell suddenly exploded, filling the narrow space with poor airflow, reminiscent of the smelly water blocked by corpses.

Shuimeng took out a bottle of perfume from somewhere and sprayed it from side to side, finally suppressing the unpleasant smell.

There are small rooms on both sides of the corridor, which are probably confinement rooms used to punish children.

Each confinement room is dark and gloomy, lacking light, and the floor is also covered with strange-shaped mushrooms. Through the closed iron door, the dirty environment inside can be vaguely seen.

Chang Xu wanted to kick open these doors and go in to search.

But under the rules of "civilized visit", he could only depressedly suppress the urge to destroy, and look at the scene in the room through the window sealed with iron bars on the iron door.

His eyes caught something, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the corner of the innermost room, I saw a pure white ring lying quietly among the mushrooms, but it was still particularly eye-catching in the green.

The word "47" is engraved with shallow scratches on the top of the ring!

Shuimeng followed Chang Xu silently. Naturally, he also saw something strange in the corner of the wall and recognized the scientific name of the ring.

He rubbed the unlit cigarette in his hand and slowly expressed his judgment: "This copy has at least two spaces, and neither you nor I have any objection to this. Now it seems that it is another space. My friend sent us a message, but I don’t know what this number means.”

Chang Xu remembered that the number under the black and white photo of Zis on the photo wall in the memorial hall was “47”.

The appearance of the number "47" here must not be accidental. It is likely that Ziss is conveying information to him through some means.

I just don’t know why this person still wants to keep silent since he has decided to send the message. He has no idea what it means.

Thinking of Qisi and Zhang Yiyu in another dimension, Chang Xu had a vague premonition.

Will these two people come into contact? Are they now hostile or cooperative?

Does Zeiss know that he is in this dimension? If he knew it, would he have laid a huge pit for him and Meng Meng to jump into?

Chang Xu has experienced Qisi’s powerful layout and deception ability, and also knows the latter’s disdain and indifference to public order, good customs, and legal ethics.

He felt uncontrollably alert, and his neck felt cold, but pictures flashed through his memory for no reason.

In the Rose Manor, the young man leaned against the door, holding up a long red skirt and asked him: "Brother Chang, would you like to go to the third floor with us?"

Wuwanghai, the young man sat next to him, his eyebrows crescent. He looked at him and smiled: "Brother Chang, how about I live with you?"

Block Tower, the young man said casually: "I could see ghosts when I was a child..."

This is The first stranger who took the initiative to approach him had similar experiences and traits to him. He was also a...monster who was rejected by the crowd.

If possible, he hoped that he had guessed wrong, that everything was just his malicious speculation.

Meng Shuo was not very clear about the origins of Chang Xu and Qisi. There were hundreds of faces on the photo wall, and they were all distorted black and white photos. At most, he could recognize the members of the Tingfeng Guild who came in with him as a team.

Seeing that Chang Xu had a strange look on his face, he thought he was also worrying about the meaning of numbers in his dream. He immediately went on to analyze: "I have wanted to say it for a long time, find a way to read the aboriginal characters in this space. It’s simply a fantasy. Hundreds of years have passed, and the people who know these words are dead. Even the ghosts can’t be found, let alone ask them for advice.”

“If we want to solve our main plot. For the task, I'm afraid they have to rely on their friends in another dimension. They are in the past of the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. There is a high probability that they can find the living aborigines, even if they can't find the living ones, they will encounter the ghosts who have just died and can communicate with them. , the possibility is much greater.”

“Let me guess, there must be some way for us to travel between the two spaces. What we need to do next is to find records in this area and fill them in. This clue is blank.”

Chang Xu came back to his senses and nodded in agreement.

As for how to complete the main task of "reading the documents in the memorial hall", both of them had only vague ideas, and all they could do seemed to be to continue looking for clues.

It was still early, so Chang Xu moved forward along the long and slender corridor, looking through the rooms on both sides, but found no new clues.

There was a lingering chill floating in the cement room that was not exposed to sunlight. After standing for a while, Chang Xu felt that his sweatshirt was soaked by the cold and humid air.

Even though his physical fitness was not bad, he still felt a little uncomfortable and could not help but frown.

Shuomeng exhaled cold air, rubbed his hands, and exited the cement house along the original path.

Chang Xu didn't stay long, stepped on the broken mushrooms, walked out of the house and walked towards the memorial hall.

At half past nine, the two returned to the Memorial Hall for the Aboriginal Victims.

There is no one in the empty hall, only cold exhibits displayed alone.

Shuimeng put the cigarette in his pocket and looked up at the ceiling: "While Ms. Medina is not here, let's go to the fourth floor. I feel that all the important things are on the fourth floor."< br>
I feel like this copy is expected to reach chapter 33! (Thanks to the crab roe in the heart for the 300-point reward. The two egg-filled biscuits for Si Qi have been received! Thanks to the book friend 20240221171415027 for the 200-point reward. The two chicken drumsticks for Fu Jue have been received. Received! Thanks to Qi Zhining for the 100 book coins! Thanks to the 8 monthly passes from Zui Zhao! Thanks to Book Friends 20220814015004125, Langxueli, and Nineteen monthly tickets! )

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