Is the plague really gone?

In the confusion of the DCUI personnel pretending to be DCP, the people in the town go about their normal lives again.

SEEING THAT HE DIDN'T COME TO ANY CONCLUSIONS, DCUI NATURALLY TOOK THE CREDIT FOR RELIEVING THE PLAGUE ON HIMSELF, AND LEFT AMID THE CHEERS OF THE PEOPLE IN THE TOWN.

In this plague, the miraculous death toll is zero.

I don't know about the onset of this plague that is not a plague, and I don't really want to know about it, because I know it's a curse, so why bother with the appearance of the cursed! Importantly, the curse seems to have been lifted.

A week later, I gathered the people involved and told them a story that I had gathered from Jone's research, some of the information I knew, and my imagination.

Yes, it's just a story, there's nothing real to prove it, just a small amount of messy data. And the only object that can be proven has disappeared in the fire that I deliberately caused.

The story takes place more than 100 years ago and begins with a poor puppeteer. It took the puppeteer years to make a very delicate puppet, a puppet named Xian'er.

The puppet can keep saying "I love you" to him while it is winding. But what he didn't know was that this work that he had painstakingly worked on gradually had a soul of his own, that is, this soul, which caused everything we are experiencing now.

The puppeteer decided to participate in a puppet exhibition held by a rich man in poverty, and when he participated, he declared that he would never sell the puppet, because she was already more important than his own life, but what he didn't expect was that the rich man actually took a fancy to his puppet at a glance.

At the end of the puppet show, the puppeteer received a handsome prize, but he never got his puppet again......

The poor puppeteer fidgets at home and finally decides to go to the rich man's mansion. Whether it was persuasion or pleading like a dog, he didn't care...... He didn't care, he just wanted to get back his puppet, the puppet that was more important than his life.

But as fate would have it, this could never have been achieved.

The rich man brought the beautiful puppet home and fiddled with it every day, but no matter how much he filled the clockwork, the puppet never snorted, like the sweet voice of the booth, and never came out of her body again.

Finally, one day, the rich man got angry, and he threw the puppet on the ground and brutally slashed it in the puppet's face with a knife.

And this scene happened to be seen by the puppeteer who had just walked in, and when he saw that the puppet that was more important than his own life was trampled, he frantically pounced on it and punched the rich man in the face.

"Kill him! Beat him to death! The rich man's bodyguards immediately set up the puppeteer and dragged him out of the door, and the rich man's furious roar continued to be heard behind him.

The puppeteer was really beaten to death, and the puppet's soul saw all this in her eyes deeply, not letting go of any detail, and her beautiful face became hideous.

At that moment, the devil was born......

The puppet who turned into a devil somehow scared the rich man to death and took revenge on his family, so the rich man's family hired some psychic mediums to deal with her.

The mediums built a church on top of the original mansion, and because he didn't know which of the puppets they were, he sealed all the puppets in the sarcophagus of the church's morgue.

More than a hundred years passed quickly, and just three years ago, the Kobanis were preparing **** in that church, and stumbled upon those puppets and took some of them out of the morgue, and one of them was her!

After the fire was gone, she was not burned down, so she began to wait endlessly...... After more than a hundred years of baptism, the hatred of the puppet has not dissipated a little.

Two years later, when the unwitting sister Xiaojie went to the church to pray again, she stumbled upon the puppet and was controlled by her hatred.

The kind-hearted sister Xiaojie was afraid of doing something wrong under the drive of this hatred, so she chose death.

"But why did the puppets come back to that church?" Shiya asked strangely.

I sighed, "Maybe it's God's arrangement." According to Yaojia, after Uncle Haruka moved, he buried Xiaojie's sister's relics in a nearby church, and more coincidentally, the place where the puppets were buried happened to be the center of the Abukelus Exorcism. With the opening of the exorcism array, she absorbed the power of more than 4,000 unjust souls, and she thought that the time had come, so she launched her own revenge. ”

"But why would she want to take revenge on the whole town?" Shiya asked again.

I smiled and explained, "According to what Jone found, the rich man had many women during his lifetime, and countless people gave birth to children for him, and after a hundred years of integration, almost seventy percent of the people in the town have his blood. ”

"It's a good thing you burned down that church with a fire, otherwise I really don't know how to solve that curse." Shiya leaned close to me and whispered.

"What was burned?!" Jame on the side asked confusedly.

I immediately laughed and hidden, "It's nothing...... That's the secret between me and Shiya. ”

Secret? It is indeed a secret, and this secret, I will never tell anyone in my life. I believe that neither will Shiya.

However, it all ended up......

Everyone sat quietly, trying to digest the data I provided.

After a long time, Mark asked hesitantly, "Although I don't quite understand the facts you said, there is one thing I see that everyone is desperate to be sure, is it that the curse brought to us by the exorcism array has ended?" Now we don't all have to die? ”

"Not bad." I nodded, "I've destroyed the puppet, and the curse shouldn't be there." ”

Suddenly, many people let out a long breath, and their hanging hearts finally relaxed.

Jame laughed and stood up and said to me, "Now that everything is done, then I must be Night's tour guide and take you around, so I should thank you for doing us this great favor." ”

"I can't ask for it, to be honest, it's been a few weeks since I've been in the United States, and I really haven't had a good time!" I readily agreed.

Night, midnight, the dim moonlight was dimly sprinkled on the earth, but there was an indescribable weirdness. At some point, it began to fog, and a thick fog filled the town.

Jone was tossing from side to side in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He simply sat up and wanted to go to the living room to drink a glass of water, when suddenly something hit the bedroom window, and there was a slight "pop" sound.

"Who?" He exclaimed, pulling back the curtain and looking out.

The night was dark, and nothing could be seen outside the misty window.

"What the hell is the weather, there is such a big fog in summer!" Jone scratched his head and muttered quietly.

At this moment, the bedside phone rang suddenly.

Jone was taken aback, then picked up the phone in annoyance and shouted, "Who, it's scary to be so late?" ”

There was no sound on the other side of the phone, nothing at all. There was no noise, no teasing, not even the caller's breathing, just deathly silence.

Jone felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and his heart began to beat violently without warning.

He found himself locked in a secret room that was absolutely soundproof, and all sounds were gone except for the sound of his own heartbeat, his own pulsation. Pain, irritability, restlessness...... All kinds of emotions appeared in the brain like lightning, and then inexplicable fear began.

"Who? Who is it? Jame? God, please stop kidding! Jone yelled into the microphone, but there was still no sound on the other side of the phone.

He just stood with the microphone in his hand, not moving. It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that every muscle in his body seems to be frozen by this silence, and he only froze.

I don't know how long it took, but there was finally a little sound on the phone, which was actually a sharp "beep" sound after the line was disconnected. As if suddenly unleashed by some force, Jone lost his balance and slumped on the edge of the bed.

"What the hell is going on?" Jone took a deep breath and looked around.

I don't know when the atmosphere in the whole bedroom has changed completely, and it has become depressing. No, weird, to be exact! Whether it is inside or outside the house, it seems very quiet, and the silence makes people feel irritated.

What's the matter, there's not even the slightest sound of insects on summer nights?

Jone stood up and felt for the light switch, he needed a little light to suppress the fear in his heart.

Suddenly, a burst of music came from the cabinet, Jone was startled again, he reflexively turned around to look, it was actually his music box that turned by itself for some reason, no wonder the music was so familiar.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, it's not the first time this old antique has sounded by itself." Jone thumped his heart hard and continued to walk in the direction of the light switch, and just as his hand was about to touch the switch, all the movements stopped at that moment.

Jone's whole body trembled with fear, because just now he suddenly remembered that the clockwork of the music box had broken more than a year ago, and last week, on a whim, he took out the clockwork inside, and was about to buy a new one.

Jone's breathing grew more and more rapid, and he shivered and slammed the light switch.

The lights, instead of coming on, were replaced by a loud bang. The curtain in front of him "snapped" and was pulled open by an invisible force. The moonlight penetrated through the thick fog and into the window, and the light was not as white or golden as the previous moonlight, but a red, blood-like red.

In that crimson and crazy light, a figure stood quietly in front of the window.

Jone suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The shadow cast in the window began to move restlessly, but the owner of the shadow outside the window still stood quietly, not moving, only the shadow.

The fear continued to climb geometrically, and the shadow that dragged longer and longer, twisting in disgusting curves, continued to extend towards him, and Jone tried to dodge, but found that he could not move at all, only his eyeballs could move.

The heart was beating even more violently, not just because of fear, but more like the heart suddenly had a will of its own and wanted to jump out of this master.

Jone's mouth opened wide, and he watched feebly as the dark shadow approached him, devouring him, but he couldn't make a sound at all the time.

He felt that his brain had reached its limit, and he collapsed...... Despair, endless despair filled the entire consciousness.

Reluctantly, Jone slowly reached under the bed with his right hand and struggled to write something with his index finger.

Finally, his whole body twitched violently, and he could no longer move.