Haunted Places Live

In the quiet old manor, suddenly there was a string sound like veil and smoke.The sound blends with the moonlight falling on the mottled stone walls and old wallpapers, like a ballet girl dancing solo in the long corridor without a sound.Bai Dian, who was lying on the bed and had just fallen into a light sleep, and Zhao Censhang, who was playing a mobile game, were taken aback when they heard the music, and each sat up from the bed.Bai Dian pushed open the door to look at the room at the end on the right, but saw Zhao Censhang also pushed the door open.

The two looked at each other, then walked towards Lynch's room one after the other.They did not knock at the door, but listened outside the thick oak door.

The sound of the piano was deep and mellow, which was different from the works of Chu Yang that Bai Dian had heard before.There is not too much heavy and depressing darkness in it, and there is no suffocating death.On the contrary, it is endless, soft to the point of shyness.It was a feeling that did not exist in Chu Yang's heart before Lin Qi appeared, like a rope suddenly falling from an endless abyss, a ray of sunlight shooting into the cold and silent tomb passage.Nothing aggressive or dizzyingly gorgeous, just a simple and quiet trickle out, wandering among ancient corridors and statues.

Bai Dian was slightly surprised, but suddenly felt Zhao Censhang pat him on the shoulder.He looked at the young elder, but the latter pointed behind him.

Bai Dian turned around, but saw that in the middle of the corridor, at the place just up from the first floor, under the projection of the moonlight, a woman in red was faintly visible standing there quietly.

Both of them held their breath at the same time, not daring to move.But after blinking his eyes, the figure disappeared again.

Zhao Censhang whispered, "That can't be..."

Bai Dian shook his head and said softly, "Let's go back. Don't disturb him."

Behind the door, Chu Yang closed his eyes lightly, letting himself be in the music, in the cello in his arms.His body swayed slightly back and forth with the rhythm, and the cold environment around him disappeared, leaving only him and Lynch.He fantasized about countless vines coming out of his chest, winding up Lynch's bed, intertwined with each other, and blooming some kind of strange beautiful flowers that do not exist in this world.Those bright red flowers bloomed around Lynch, and the fragrance of life diffused from the heart of the flowers, entangled with Lynch's breath, and was sucked into Lynch's body.Accompanied by the music, those flowers bloomed more and more, like a red blanket covering Lynch's withered body, continuously repairing the dried up cells and flaccid muscles.

When the song was over, he opened his eyes.

Everything was still the same, and Lynch was still lying silently, without any change.

Disappointment mixed with a certain overwhelmed sense of exhaustion came in impenetrably.Chu Yang gently put the piano on the piano stand, and then climbed onto Lynch's bed.He was lying on his side so he could see Lynch when he opened his eyes.

Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely seemed to hear the voice of a child.It was as if there were a few children standing by the bed, biting their ears and whispering softly.But he was so sleepy that he didn't open his eyes, so he just fell asleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by Bai Dian shaking him.

"Chu Yang? Chu Yang? Wake up!"

Chu Yang opened his eyes in a daze, turned over and looked at Bai Dian, "Huh? What's wrong?"

"I called for a long time and there was no answer. I thought something happened to you." Bai Dian said, and Zhao Censhang who was standing behind looked at him with a strange look.

Chu Yang sat up and rubbed his eyes with his hands, "I slept very late yesterday."

"I know..." Bai Dian looked at him with a strange expression similar to that of Zhao Censhang, and said in a low voice, "Look at Lynch."

Chu Yang then turned his head.

Lynch was still lying motionless between the blue velvet covers, but...something was different.

His cheeks were no longer sunken, and his skin even had a hint of blood.His arm muscles were obviously fuller than yesterday, no longer like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin.Although he was still haggard, but the morning light fell on his face, and finally he was no longer as scary as a dead person.

Chu Yang's eyes widened in surprise, and he reached out to touch Lynch's cheek in disbelief.The skin will bounce back by itself when pressed, and no longer will leave a bruised pit mark.

"Is it your piano?" Zhao Censhang asked.

Chu Yang mumbled, "I don't know..."

Bai Dian smiled, "Did you have such ability before?"

"No... I haven't even touched this piano for nearly three years." Chu Yang looked down at his hands, unable to believe that he had really succeeded.

Zhao Cen said, "His price is vitality. If you want to make him better, you have to use the same thing to repair it. Whose life are you using?"

Chu Yang looked at him in a daze.

Bai Dian turned around and glared at Zhao Censhang, "Where are you interrogating the prisoner in the early morning? Isn't it a good thing that your eldest brother is getting better. Well, hurry up and eat your breakfast."

Zhao Censhang frowned, but after all, he turned around and left without saying anything.Bai Dian looked at Chu Yang and said in a low voice, "I don't know how you did it. But judging by your face, it's better not to play that song again."

"Am I looking bad?" Chu Yang asked.

"Just look in the mirror and you'll know."

Chu Yang moved into the bathroom and saw that his face was indeed much more haggard than before, even almost catching up with the effect of insomnia all night when he was mentally unstable before. There were two thick blue marks under his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were also covered. Red blood.

Could it be that he really used his vitality to make up for Lynch?

Baidian leaned against the door and said in a low voice, "Did you know that the book that black wizards want most is called the Necronomicon, which was written by a lunatic Arab. It's just that the copies of this book are extremely rare , some realities don’t even have a copy. It is said that countless mysterious spells and rituals with terrifying power are recorded in this book, and it can even resurrect the dead... such as injecting your own life into the body of a dying person go inside."

Necronomicon... The name Chu Yang sounded familiar.

It seems to be in Fuci Hospital, another doctor Xiao who was infected was mentioned in the video.He said that the person who caused the infection—that is, the masked Chu Yang—was looking for the book.

Chu Yang immediately said, "I have never seen the Necronomicon. The only book I have in my hand is the King in Yellow."

"Then how did you know that song can do this?" Bai Dian asked, "Has anyone taught you?"

"No one has taught me, and I don't know it can be successful. I just want to try." Chu Yang can hardly describe the feeling, "I just really want to help him..."

Bai Dian saw that he was explaining clumsily, so he didn't intend to continue asking.He softened his expression and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I don't doubt that you have seen it. Well, don't think about it anymore, it is a good thing that Lynch's condition can improve."

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Chu Yang didn't plan to go out that day, but Zhao Censhang seemed to need to go to the center of Leeds to meet a local elder.Bai Dian said that he hadn't broadcast live for too long, so he had to record a video in his room to catch up his popularity.So Chu Yang turned around in the manor by himself.

The dining room, study room, reception room, art exhibition room and afternoon tea room are all on the first floor, and there is even a small library next to the study room.The collection of books inside is full of tomes, and there are also various strange languages ​​that Chu Yang can't understand, books on the study of occultism, research on herbalism... After reading it for a long time, I almost think that I am in the Hogwarts library.But obviously few people have come here in recent years, and most of the books are covered with a thick layer of dust.Chu Yang walked slowly among the bookshelves, and saw a "Biography of Famous Dark Wizards in the Victorian Era", and reached out to take it out to see what was said in it.But the moment he took it off, he suddenly saw an eye.

Chu Yang exclaimed in shock, and then saw a small figure who seemed to be a boy running away quickly on the other side of the bookshelf, accompanied by the sound of pattering footsteps.Chu Yang hurriedly chased after him, but when he ran out from between the bookshelves, he saw that there was no one around, and there was no sign of a young man.

Is reality overlapping?After all, this is also a multi-observation point, isn't it?

Living in this kind of place... If you get scared suddenly, you will get a heart attack sooner or later.

No wonder Lynch is so courageous, after all, he was frightened from childhood...

After being here for a while, the mood of reading is gone.Chu Yang took the book and planned to borrow it back to his room to read.When he came out of the library, he happened to see a narrow door on the wall next to him being opened, and the butler Raymond came out of the darkness.He saw Chu Yang froze for a moment, and then quickly closed the small door.

Chu Yang smiled at him, "Good afternoon."

"Hello." A polite but warm voice.

"Where does this door lead to?" Chu Yang looked curiously at the retro wooden door half shorter than the normal door.

"The cellar," replied the butler succinctly.Then, as if wanting to change the subject, the butler suddenly said in cadenced British English, "I just got ready for afternoon tea, would you like to have a drink with me?"

"Ah... okay." Chu Yang always felt that in front of the authentic British accent, his Canadian English was like an idiot from the village, and it was not decent enough to listen to.He followed the butler to the afternoon tea room and sat at the exquisite round table.Raymond put the three-tier snack plate in front of him, with all kinds of exquisite refreshments on it, poured two cups of tea, and handed him a cup.

"Usually, you guard such a big manor alone?" Chu Yang had nothing to say, "Will it be difficult to maintain?"

"Occasionally, gardeners or repairmen will come. And all the rooms on the third floor have been sealed, so there is no need to clean them."

"Closed? Why?"

"No one lives here, so the young master locked everything up."

"How long have you been working here?"

The butler gently put down the teacup, as if counting the years in his mind, "It's been more than 20 years."

"More than 20 years?! So long?"

The butler picked up the teacup and took a sip, "I like this manor."

Chu Yang chuckled twice, "All I heard from the town was the opposite opinion."

"That's because they don't understand that it's never the inanimate things that are problematic." The butler said inscrutablely.

Lynch looked into his wise and deep eyes, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "What kind of person is your master...?"

Mentioning the word master, the housekeeper's lips were tightly pursed.He lowered his eyes and said, "As a housekeeper, you shouldn't talk about the master's family affairs. Please forgive me."

The way to inquire from here is also blocked.

As the day went on, Chu Yang found it difficult to find traces of the so-called master here, and there were hardly any traces of Lynch's mother, only two portraits of her oil paintings were still hanging in the hall and gallery.Although this is the place where Lynch was born, there are hardly any traces of the past.Like Lynch, an enigma.

Could those traces be in those locked rooms on the third floor?

After drinking tea, Chu Yang went to Lynch's room to check on Lynch's condition.

The moment he held the doorknob, he suddenly felt a strange sense of nervousness, and his heart beat suddenly accelerated, as if something ominous was about to happen.

He immediately opened the door, but in an instant, he was cold from head to toe, and his whole body was stiff.

He saw a person standing beside Lynch's bed, looking down at the sleeping person.The man was dressed in black, the same height and figure as Chu Yang, with a bird head mask on his face that Chu Yang could never forget in his dreams.