I draw a card first

Chapter 96 Strange Diary
Soon, Aiwen found his current identity in this world.

Because this three-storey building, which seemed to have been around for a long time, was covered with withered vines, and it was less than 100 meters behind him.

The board on the wall that says 114 Green Street is a little rotten, missing a nail and making it crumbling, but at least the writing is barely legible.

He fumbled in the windbreaker pocket and took out a bunch of keys. After comparing the keyholes, he quickly opened the wooden door with the longest key.

With a slight push, some rusty latches made a harsh sound, and as the door slowly opened, a dark entrance was suddenly revealed.

I don't know why, but looking at it, Ivan somehow thought of the hideous huge mouth full of terrifying sharp teeth opened by a terrifying giant squatting on the ground.
"Hey, pretend to be a ghost!"

With a sneer, he instantly suppressed all distracting thoughts, and walked in without hesitation.

Clearly, something is interfering with itself.

Let his subconscious, instinctively fantasize towards horror, shorten the distance between illusion and reality, and try to make Aiwen feel scared.

However, as a terrifying existence who has truly pissed off countless monsters, and whose hands are full of grievances from other worlds enough to fill the small building in front of him, would someone be afraid of this?
joke!

If the full strength is restored, especially the transformation of the king * zombie tyrannosaurus, who is more like the evil boss!

As long as the other party shows up, Aiwen dares to take a kitchen knife and let the other party taste it, what does it taste like to sashimi himself.

It seemed that someone was completely unmoved, or it might be because he had already entered the house. In short, he seemed to be wandering in the fog, and something that made Aiwen feel vaguely uncomfortable finally disappeared.

Looking back at the hazy moon behind him, Ivan sneered and closed the door.

With the light of the street lamps scattered from the windows, you can see that the front half of the first floor of the small building is a small living room.

The floor of the living room is covered with simple handmade carpets covered with dust and some garbage. On the walls on both sides, there are several oil portraits of people who don't know who they are and abstract landscapes.

A few simple couches are scattered around the extinguished fireplace.

In front of the sofa, on the round wooden table with a cup of coffee that seemed to be unfinished, there was a half-open letter and a notebook, which were placed there casually.

Ivan looked around, reached out and took down the kerosene lamp hanging at the door, popped a little spark to ignite it, and then placed it on the log table.

Sitting on the sofa under the dim light, he picked up the letter first.

This is a request for help, and the content is very simple.

It is a woman who calls herself "Mrs. Yulia" who seeks help from the private detective Mr. Aiwen, hoping to help her find out the real cause of her husband's death.

In the last line of the letter, it is written that the other party will visit on June 6th.

Ivan blinked, then got up and looked around, and soon found a pile of newspapers under the sofa.

The date on the top one is June 6th. As for the year, it is 4 in the solar calendar, which is completely unfamiliar. If there is no accident, this should be today's date.

"In other words, the event of finding the cause of death mentioned in the mission should have just begun."

After roughly confirming the current time point, putting the letter back on the table, Ivan picked up another diary.

This is a diary with a pure black cover that looks very heavy. When you open it casually, some bits and pieces of content begin to appear.

"On April 776, 3, the weather was fine.

My luck was really bad today. I received a commission to find a cat, and I was finally scratched by that damned cat.

Next time someone comes to me looking for a pet, I will definitely throw him out! "

"September 776, 3, light rain.

Well, well, I take it back, I haven't had any business in a few days.

If someone entrusts me to find a lost pet at this time, I think I can try it too."

"October 776, 3, cloudy.

Damn it, I knew there was something wrong with the commission I received yesterday!

He was just kind enough to help a charming lady find evidence of her husband's cheating, but that guy turned out to be an aristocrat with a musket on his body!

If that guy hadn't spent so much on his lover, that sudden shot might have really killed me. This was really too bad! "

"Eh, the guy I played, is he a funny guy?"

Ai Wen thought about it, and simply turned the diary directly to the last night.

"June 777, 6. Another damn cloudy day!

Those goddamn nightmares, I just... feel like I'm going crazy!
I...shouldn't have touched those strange antiques back then, so I won't get entangled in...strange things!
those whispers, damn it. hallucinations
I can feel it. those weird things they're wet and slippery in those shadows
I really don't know how long I can hold on.
May the Lord... bless me”

Ai Wen looked at the scribbled handwriting and realized that it should have been written in a very bad state.

There were several misspelled letters in just a few sentences, and some of them couldn't make out what they were. The last sentence was as scribbled as a three-year-old child's scribbles.

"It seems that this guy, Yuanshen, is in trouble?"

Turning back, he wanted to see what the antiques and weirdness mentioned here were, but he found that there were some traces of paper being torn off suddenly.

Counting, through the remaining paper edges, it can be seen that about seven or eight pages have been torn out, which seems to be exactly the situation during this period of trouble.

Because the previous content is the boring daily record again.

"The painting style of this plot seems familiar, doesn't it?"

Horror film?Suspense film?Magic movie?

After thinking about it, Aiwen put aside the diary that could not find any useful information, and started to turn around in the small building with a light.

On the first floor of the small building, there is a living room at the entrance, a dining room and a small kitchen at the back, and three bedrooms on the second floor through wooden stairs.

The upper three floors are a small space similar to an attic. The attic is full of dust, and there are some incomplete seats, old wooden boxes and other sundries.

Overall, the layout of the environment can be regarded as the normal state of a typical single male residence.

It was messy and sloppy, things were lost everywhere, and even some food that had been moldy for an unknown amount of time could be found.

And the only harvest in this circle is that Ivan found an old-fashioned musket from the drawer of the master bedroom on the second floor.

The wooden handle is carved with delicate textures, and the musket, which looks new, is obviously well maintained, with a faint smell of pine oil.

At the same time, some packed gunpowder and lead projectiles were also found.

"In other words, at least on the surface, this should be a world that has begun to popularize firearms?"

Putting the gun back to its original position, there was nothing to gain in the end, and Aiwen finally started to clean up the hygiene.

Judging from the description of the mission, it seems that this is not a short period of time to end the dungeon. Unless he chooses to quit halfway, he will probably live here for a while, so it is necessary to clean up first.

As for defense and safety, since the abilities and props have been stripped away, there is no way to think about it for the time being.

Anyway, Aiwen made up his mind, if any monster dared to attack him at night, he would directly burn his face with a fireball!
(End of this chapter)