resentment resuscitation

Evening prayers ended, and after greeting the dean, all the monks and nuns walked out of the church quietly.

The cold wind blows away everyone's sleepiness, bringing goose bumps all over their bodies.

Mai Dingdong stood on the snow-covered steps and turned to look at the church.

The exquisite spire soars into the sky, and a ghostly black shadow flashes past in the colorful window.

"Remember not to run around at night, this is still the world of resentful spirits."

Mai Dingdong was startled by the sudden appearance of the voice, and turned around to find that it was Lu Shiyan.

"Great, you are safe too." He rejoiced in a low voice.

"Well, it's not convenient to say more now."

"I know you have something special, but please be careful." Lu Shiyan coughed, pretended to put the broom back in place, and told the newcomer to eliminate grievances, "Be careful to listen to information that is not disclosed by outsiders, and find someone who has walked out of this floor." Clues, information exchange tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he turned around to look for Shi Wu and the staff member, and he was relieved to see that the two of them also left the carriage safely.

"The recent ghost possessions are very strange, and there is a great possibility of autonomous consciousness. The space of resentment will also affect more ordinary people, and it is difficult to deal with."

Mai Dingdong looked around as he said.As Lu Shiyan said, it was also difficult for him to distinguish who was an outsider from the silent nuns and monks.

After experiencing the horror scene in the carriage, the innocent people who were pulled in also learned to try their best to cover up their panic.

After all, in this case, following the masses is the safest thing to do.

"I see." Nodding obediently, without waiting to say more, the dean had already walked out of the church, sternly scolded those who were slow to walk, and even took out the pointer and shook it twice vigorously.

The last monk was severely whipped, he got up without complaint, and ran to the room with small steps.

Here, academicians are the highest existence.

The dense crowd stepped on the snow and moved dully in one direction.

Mai Dingdong shrank back coldly, trying to lower his body so as not to appear tall in the group.

A few seconds later, I heard familiar footsteps.

In the past two days, he had figured it out a bit, wherever he went, sooner or later, Zhong Mozhi would appear there.

Sure enough, the other party avoided the crowd, put his shoulders up skillfully, and then his hands were pulled over.

The cold hand was gradually warmed by the opponent, but this posture was too strange, and Mai Dingdong didn't know whether to withdraw his hand for a while.

"Thank you." After a long silence, he said dryly.

Then there was silence.

"I said."

"Huh?" Looking up, Mai Dingdong could only see Zhong Mozhi's sharp and serious profile.

He touched his lips lightly twice, and then patiently declared again, "I belong to you."

Because of surprise and shock, Mai Dingdong was two steps slower.

Zhong Mo held him lightly and embraced him, turned his head and said softly, "Before I saw you again, it simply belonged to you. But now."

His eyes burned.

There was a string of footprints on the snow, and the crowd in black and white clothes looked like penguins huddling together to keep warm. No one noticed the ambiguousness of this place.

Zhong Mozhi's steady heart beat twice, and with his fingertips, he clenched those hands even tighter.

"It's just that now, it seems like it's more than that."

He looked at the tip of the other's nose that was red from the cold, and his eyes slowly moved down, landing on those two plump and red lips.

The violent and restless mood was forcibly restrained, and the human body continued to heat up.

Adam's apple rolled again, hot and uncomfortable.

Mai Dingdong was in a daze, and hurriedly turned his head away from the anxious sight.

So weird.

He even felt that the ring on his ring finger was part of Zhong Mozhi.

After a while, Mai Dingdong shook his head and laughed, "You belong to taro paste, and I belong to tiger."

"Huh?" Zhong Mozhi was taken aback.

Someone in the distance was calling the priest, Mai Dingdong took the opportunity to look over, coincidentally, that person seemed to be calling him.

He withdrew his hand, pointed at himself, and tilted his head suspiciously.

"If you don't go back to your room, where are you going?" Curly-haired priest waved his hands funny.

"Here we come!" Mai Dingdong hastily straightened his collar, realizing that the number of people around him had already decreased by half.

He raised his feet and ran towards the priest, not forgetting to tell Zhong Mozhi to be careful, "See you tomorrow! Be careful."

Zhong Mozhi stood where he was.

After an unknown period of time, he stroked his chest, which felt stuffy, and he didn't know what it was like.

After the figure of the priest completely disappeared into the darkness, he put his fingertips into his pocket, took out a key, and then walked slowly towards another building.

The room is different, just change it.

The corridor is deep and dark, and the frosted wallpaper is dimly illuminated by the wall lamps.

Mai Dingdong rubbed his hands and let out a breath, raised his feet on the edge of the steps to wipe off the residual snow on the soles of his feet, and walked into the building lightly.

He tried not to look too curious, and looked around calmly while chatting with another priest.

"It hasn't been this cold for a long time."

If it is an outsider, there is a high probability that they will be vague and do not know how to respond when they hear this. After all, it is still autumn in the real world.

But the roommate's expression was calm, and he affirmed in a warm voice: "Yes, it has been snowing for a long time."

Be calm and relaxed, not like an outsider.

Uncompromising, Mai Dingdong was gradually attracted by the hanging murals.

A large group photo of the monastery is hung at intervals.

He stopped suddenly, pointed his fingertips at a part of the photo, and asked indifferently: "Why is there an empty space here?"

Basically every group photo has a vacancy.

It is impossible to deliberately leave a gap when queuing up to take pictures.There is only one possibility, the people there were picked out for some reason.

The priest pondered, leaning over to think carefully.

After a long while, he shook his head, his eyes were a little dull: "There is no space, you are wrong."

Mai Dingdong did not refute, and silently glanced at the priest's eyes, trying to find traces of lying in them.

With a slight smile, he looked away, "Let's go back to the room."

The corridor is very narrow, the murals are arranged at intervals from the priest's room, and the chandelier is simple and low, and it almost touches the top of the head when walking.

There are two narrow beds in the room, and wooden basins and wooden tables are placed neatly at the foot of the beds.

The priest deftly opened the door and began to change clothes.

Mai Dingdong didn't intend to spend the night in a daze.

He stood at the door, carefully patting the flying snow off his shoulder with the palm of his hand, his eyes wandering, not letting go of any strange places around him.

Everything seems to be perfectly normal.

Apart from…

There are several scratches on the underside of the door where it is barely noticeable.

It looks like it has been pried from the bottom many times.

Seeing that Mai Dingdong came in after a long time, the priest sat at the table and asked with concern, "Is something wrong?"

"No." After a pause, Mai Dingdong pouted and touched his forehead, and said helplessly: "It seems that I have caught a cold, and I feel dizzy. I always feel that I have forgotten a lot of things."

Acting well.

"Then write down today's confession early, and go to bed quickly."

Without further words, the priest opened the diary, bent down and began to record reverently.

Mai Dingdong imitated the priest and sat on another chair, calmly opened the drawer and took out the notebook.

The thick book was empty, but Father Yu Guangli's diary was already densely packed with handwriting.

Who knows what happens when you write something down?

Mai Dingdong turned the pen holder hesitantly, then rubbed the center of his eyebrows with the tip of the pen in frustration, and sighed: "I'm really sick, I don't know what to write."

"Ha." The priest closed the book, with an expression that I understand you, "Don't be afraid to see the confessor, he's not that scary. Just write something simple."

"Um…"

The tone of the other party is very relaxed, and there should be no surprises after writing.Mai Dingdong picked up the pen, imitating the pious appearance of the priest, and wrote down a sentence in an upright manner.

His shoulder was patted twice, Mai Dingdong trembled all over, he stuffed the notebook into the drawer guiltily, looked back and asked in doubt: "What's wrong?"

"I brought you a cup of hot water and have a good rest at night."

The steam was steaming, and the tip of Mai Dingdong's nose turned red after being smoked.He nodded gratefully, embarrassed to put it down under the gaze of the priest, so he took a sip.

"Very fragrant." He raised his chin and smiled sincerely.

It does have a pleasant floral fragrance.

All church personnel had returned to their rooms, and the corridors of all floors were dead silent and empty at bedtime.

The room was dark.

Mai Dingdong slept on his side with his arms under his head, because of strange palpitations and cold sweat on his forehead, he couldn't sleep.

The senses are infinitely magnified in the dark night, and the sound of heavy footsteps from far to near becomes particularly harsh.

The chandelier creaked and shook, and every time it stepped it seemed to crush the ground.

It's approaching.

After several adventures, Mai Dingdong remained calm and tried his best to breathe as long as possible, pretending to be still asleep.

bang—bang—

His bed was on the outside, and the dark light from the corridor leaked into the room through the crack of the door, reflecting rectangular bright spots on the floor.

The vibration of the bed became stronger and stronger.

The palpitations continued, Mai Dingdong pinched his palms hard to stay awake, and put his ears up.

It is looking.

Every time you take a step, there will be a long silence, accompanied by a high-frequency scream in the throat.

Every room is dead silent.

It's just that Mai Dingdong is far from the only one who wakes up and opens his eyes in the middle of the night.

Panicked exclamations came from nowhere, and it suddenly screamed like a chainsaw turning at a high frequency, and the sound became higher and higher.

The bed shook constantly.

In the next second, there was no expected sound of the door being knocked open, but the frightened pleading of the monk.

In just a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

The smell of blood filled the air again.

Even if you don't see it with your own eyes, you can imagine the horrors of hell torture.

Mai Dingdong pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were sour.His palpitations were subsiding, and with a small hiccup, his body returned to normal.

It was just because of this hiccup that the faint aroma lingering in his mouth made him flustered suddenly.

It's the cup of hot water that's the problem.

The bedding was dented, and small things were thrown on the bed.Mai Dingdong took a breath, supported the quilt with one hand, rolled it around deftly, and got under the bed.

Sure enough, a series of deafening alarm clocks rang.

bang bang bang —

It approached rapidly, and two leg bones as thin as bamboo poles appeared at the door in an instant.

Something like human skin blocked the light from the bottom of the door, curled up and twisted into the room.

The pitch-black leg was almost stuck in front of Mai Dingdong's nose, and the smell of rotting flesh stuck to him.

It wailed loudly and beat on the bed without knowing where.

Sawdust from the bed board kept falling, getting stuck between the hair, eyelashes, and even the breathing duct.

Mai Dingdong tightly covered his mouth, restraining the physiological reaction of wanting to sneeze, his eyes were red from holding back.

Hold back, he kept repeating in his heart.