Chapter 263 Falling into a box
Chapter 263 Falling into a box
Unlike the previous two times he entered the castle, this time Ning Zhe did not obtain the key item for exploring the castle - the corpse oil lamp - at the 'birth point'.
Checking the ID photo and personal information on the ID card, the red-haired man named Geza Ogu was not any member of the group of college students who disappeared in the mountains. He seemed to have entered the castle earlier than Spencer and Cynthia, and was one of the last batch of "players".
"Didn't early players have corpse oil lamps?" Ning Zhe was a little confused: "Is it because they didn't have them, or because they stayed in the castle for too long and they've all been used up?"
The corpse oil in the oil lamp will be consumed. So far, Ning Zhe has not found a stable channel to replenish the lamp oil. The candles in the bell tower hall may be a direction, but taking away the candles will alarm the ghosts there, and he will eventually end up like Spencer.
Ning Zhe put the two hand-drawn castle maps into his arms and roughly confirmed his current location.
There are two libraries in Vanessa Castle, one is the large library of the Frimmisret family, and the other is the private library of Grand Duke Vanessa. The large library is located in the attic on the top floor of the bell tower, and the small library is adjacent to the bedroom of the castle owner. He is now in the latter.
"Gezza Ogu came to Grand Duke Vanessa's private library, probably looking for something, a book, or some information..." Ning Zhe thought, walking slowly among the rows of bookshelves.
Grand Duchess Vanessa's collection of books is neatly arranged, strictly classified according to the different fields involved and in alphabetical order. However, judging from the wear and tear on the spines and the maintenance conditions, the owner of the books must not have had very good reading habits during his lifetime, and this library must have been quite messy before.
The reason why it is so tidy now is probably that after the death of Grand Duke Vanessa, the descendants of the Frimmisret family sorted it out on her behalf.
Grand Duchess Vanessa's collection of books is mainly about civil engineering and architecture, mixed with some history, religion, and art and design books, and there are few story-based biographies and novels. Ning Zhe has read her life story, and this castle was designed by the Grand Duchess herself.
So what is Gezza looking for here?
Ning Zhe paced past the bookshelves and returned to where he first stood. The bright windows were not blocked by curtains, and the gloomy sky cast a heavy light. The sky of this castle seemed to have always been like this, with no sun or moon, never getting dark or getting light.
click-
The library door was unlocked.
Ning Zhe turned his head alertly, only to see that at the other end of the rows of bookshelves, a heavy copper-clad wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a pale, skinny hand slowly stretched out from the gap in the door. As the door opened, flickering firelight filled in from outside.
It was a skinny, hunchbacked 'man', crawling on the ground like a dog, holding an oil lamp and using his head to open the door of the library. His knuckles dug into the floor and he pulled his body in from outside. A corner of the library became brighter, and the floor under the light became fragile and rotten, making a crackling sound as he crawled.
Ning Zhe pressed his body against the bookshelf, watching the man crawl into the library from the door. First, a hand holding an oil lamp came in through the crack in the door, followed by a skinny head as thin as a skull, then skinny shoulders with clearly discernible bones, and then...
And then nothing happened.
The 'person' who crawled into the library holding an oil lamp had no lower body, and his torso below the shoulders was empty. He crawled across the floor dragging a bloody spine, with dry intestines wrapped around the exposed spine, and the internal organs had long been thrown away somewhere.
A shriveled upper body crawled through the door of the library and came under the desk where Ning Zhe had just drawn the map.
Under the light, the tidy desk turned into a pool of rotten wooden boards scattered on the ground. Half of a human body passed by the bookshelf holding an oil lamp. Foul-smelling corpse fluid dripped from the cross-section of the body, leaving a trail on the floor like a snail crawling, slowly extending towards Ning Zhe.
"It's looking for me... Does it know I'm here?" Ning Zhe's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked around. There was no cabinet or anything like that in the library to hide in. At most, he could use the cover of the bookshelf to play the game of Qin Wang circling the pillar with this ghost thing.
A damp stench of corpse wafted into my nose. The orange light illuminated the books on the bookshelf, and it crawled closer.
Ning Zhe quietly turned to the other side of the bookshelf and walked towards the door with light steps. The books on the bookshelf behind him became old, with spots of green mold growing on the spines, and the unpleasant corpse smell became stronger. Using the cover of the books on the shelf, Ning Zhe quietly came to the end of the bookshelf. The closed door was not far ahead - the half-corpse pushed open the door on the "other side" illuminated by the oil lamp, while the door on the "this side" was still closed.
"Huh..." Ning Zhe took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the 'ghost' holding an oil lamp and crawling between the bookshelves behind him, walked quickly to the door, grasped the spherical door handle with both hands, and turned it slowly without making any sound.
Be gentler...be more gentle...don't let it find you...
Ning Zhe watched from the corner of his eye a candle flame flickering faintly between the bookshelves. He slowly turned the doorknob in his hand, and the friction of the mechanical structure made a slight rustling sound. Another turn, a little more to the right, and the door would open.
Click...
The old door lock made a crisp sound.
Ning Zhe's whole body suddenly stiffened and even his heartbeat slowed down.
The orange candlelight between the bookshelves behind him had stopped flickering at some point. Ning Zhe raised his head stiffly while holding the door handle, only to see that the door in front of him had opened at some point, with orange light pouring in from the crack in the door.
The heavy door panel gradually became damp, and the four copper-clad corners were covered with rust. A skinny ghost hand appeared in the light and slowly stretched in through the crack in the door.
Ning Zhe let go of his hand, allowing the thing outside the door to push the door open with its head, and he quietly retreated.
It was another shriveled corpse with only the upper body, holding a brass oil lamp in its skinny hands. The cross-section of the torso was rotten and rotten, bringing with it the stench of a corpse.
Ning Zhe held his breath and stood behind the door, staring motionlessly at the old and rotten wooden door in front of him.
This is the door "over there". The original door of the library has not been opened by Ning Zhe and is still closed. In other words, as long as the corpse holding the oil lamp crawls away, this door that only exists under the light will disappear.
But time passed minute by minute, and the door panel blocking Ning Zhe remained in place, with no sign of disappearing, which meant that the lamp and the body holding the lamp had remained at the door and had not gone far.
Ning Zhe stood motionless in the small triangular enclosed space formed by the door and the corner of the wall, feeling already very disappointed.
Suddenly, a streak of orange candlelight shone on his face. Ning Zhe looked up and saw a terrifying skull-like head lying above the door, staring at him motionlessly.
Ning Zhe's pupils shrank slightly. The next moment, he was dead.
"Grass……"
Ning Zhe, wrapped in the soft touch of the wool blanket, suddenly opened his eyes while lying on the bed, and in front of him was Xia Yubing's naked white thighs.
"what are you doing?"
(End of this chapter)