The red moon returns

Chapter 4 Nothing failed
  Bluebell Lane is a remote alley.

Outside are clean streets, tall and gorgeous buildings, and neat and bright gas street lamps.

But as soon as I turned into the alley, the stinky sewage flowed all over the floor. Fresh feces and old garbage were piled together, exuding a sour smell. The outer walls on both sides were covered with ugly and ferocious thick and thin pipes, which leaked out from time to time. Hot steam, dirty stains all over the pipe surface.

The bumpy stone road was pitch black, with only the red moon above its head emitting a mysterious blood-colored light.

20:25, countdown to three hours and thirty-five minutes.

Lynch appeared at the entrance to Bluebell Lane.

Checking the arm again, it was not an illusion. The withering was indeed spreading upwards, and it was estimated that it would spread to the heart in more than three hours.

What will happen then?
  Lynch didn't know either, he just felt that death was lingering behind him.

Sighing, he put down his sleeves and looked up. This two-story building was an older, medieval-like building. It didn't even have a signboard, and a dim gas light flickered in the glass window on the wooden door.

Lin Qi secretly thought that it should be a structure with a shop on the first floor and people living on the second floor. Since there are lights inside, it means someone is there.

Is this really here? I'll look into the other party's direction.

Worrying about gains and losses was the most vivid portrayal of him at this time. He stood at the door for more than ten seconds, and his hand holding the door rope was trembling.

Forget it, I'm a time traveler. Travelers are so thick-skinned, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Lin Qi gritted his teeth.

jingle.

The old door rope was pulled.

However, several times in a row, there was no response inside.

After taking a few steps back, the light and shadow on the first and second floors seemed to have frozen.

No change.

Lin Qi became increasingly nervous and tried to push the store door.

The door opened.

hiss~~
  Nervousness caused his muscles to tremble involuntarily. Lynch pressed his hand on his violently beating heart, looked around, raised his cane as a weapon, lowered his hat and got into the antique shop.

The lighting in the store was not good, and there were various antiques piled on the wooden shelves.

The whole house was dark and depressing, filled with the smell of decay.

There are several old black and white photos hanging on the counter, one is newer than the other, they should be of generations of shop owners.

The shelves are filled with old bottles, broken boxes, broken swords...

Everything is so old.

"anyone there?"

There was no response in the narrow shop, only bursts of unpleasant music, faintly coming from the second floor.

Lynch felt like he was in a horror movie instead of a criminal investigation drama. His skin was trembling all over his body and his hands and feet were cold.

Only the cane in hand can bring some false sense of security.

Isn't anyone here?

Licking his dry lips, Lin Qi looked around.

The first floor is an unobstructed hall. If you walk around it, you will know that there is no one there.

Only the music from the second floor was still coming, quite harsh, like a record skipping frames.

Gritting his teeth, he climbed up the stairs.

There was also a lone lamp burning on the second floor, and the flame danced dimly. In front of him was a long corridor with at least six or seven rooms.

Almost all rooms have closed doors, exuding an evil atmosphere.

Only one door was open, and the awful music was coming from inside.

His lips moved, but he still suppressed the thought of calling. Lynch raised his cane and walked lightly, slowly approaching the room.

It was brightly lit inside.

It looked like a living room, with two high-backed sofas facing away from the door. The walls were covered with twisted gas pipes. There was a gramophone by the window, and the unpleasant music was emitted from the huge speaker of the gramophone.

You can be sure there is no one at the door.

Did you forget to turn off the gramophone?
  The sound was too harsh. Lynch shook his head. After one last look at no one behind him, he walked into the living room and quickly raised the needle of the phonograph.

The terrifying chirping noise was instantly cut off, and complete silence returned to the room.

Phew, finally clean.

Lin Qi breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

He saw a person sitting on the sofa, silently, looking straight at him.

shit.

Lynch took two steps back, almost knocking over the gramophone, and subconsciously raised his cane in front of him.

Fortunately, the opponent was still a few meters away. If he had gone any further, Lynch suspected that he would die suddenly on the spot.

He pressed his body tightly against the window, ready to jump out of the window and escape at any time.

Only then did Lynch calm down and see clearly that the man was wearing a gray formal suit, with his hat on the side and glasses hanging around his neck.

Short and thin, exactly like the photo at the counter downstairs, he is the owner Granville.

It was just the angle, the back of the sofa blocked his view, so Lin Qi didn't notice him.

"You don't move even if you don't answer. You are trying to scare people."

Lin Qi pressed his hand against his rapidly beating heart and felt a little weak all over.

"Cuckoo..."

Granville made a dry sound in his throat, then stood up, raised his hands flat, and walked towards Lynch unsteadily. Lynch's eyes widened instantly, and he realized that only Granville's head was still normal.

The hands and neck were as dry as skeletons, the skin hung loosely, the mouth made the deepest gurgling sound, and a pair of eyes almost protruded from the sockets, staring at Lynch.

"Hey, well, Leviv...statue..."

The sudden chill rushed straight to his brain, and Lynch wanted to run away, but the extreme panic made him weak. He froze at the window and could only watch the shop owner getting closer and closer.

At this moment, the mummy-like shop owner’s voice suddenly became clear again, and he roared:
  "You'll come, you'll be with us right away."

Then he took another step forward and his body made a pop sound.

So, right in front of Lynch, the mummy shattered into pieces like a ball of extremely dried gravel and piled into a pile on the floor.

Only one head remained intact, and it rolled all the way to Lynch's feet, with a pair of strange eyes still staring at him blankly.

Such a strange death of a human being in front of his eyes made Lynch feel as if he was frozen. He fell to the ground, his body stiff and unable to move at all. The blood hit his brain again and again. His brain went blank, and even his consciousness was a little dizzy. .

After sitting on the ground blankly for a full minute, Lin Qi felt that his chaotic consciousness gradually calmed down, as if a cool breeze rushed straight into his brain, allowing him to regain his sanity.

"Chuck, cluck..."

His teeth were still chattering, but his body could barely move.

Lin Qi tremblingly avoided the gravel on the ground and ran to the door. His heartbeat like a galloping horse gradually calmed down.

But his face turned a little gray because he realized something.

Pulling open the sleeves, the skinny and shriveled arms did not spread upward too much. But the image of the arm is almost exactly the same as that of the shopkeeper just now.

It's just that he is more serious.

In other words, this is your future.

Looking at the gravel on the ground and turning around to look at the clock, the fear of death is getting closer and closer.

It's 20:30, and there are three and a half hours left.

But the second target that he finally found was also dead, and his death was so strange.

Could this be my final fate?

No, it's not over yet, I still have a chance.

Any action will leave clues. There must be something I am not aware of.

Now is not the time to give up.

Lynch took a deep breath, regained his fighting spirit, and plucked up the courage to walk into the living room again.

Go around the 'gravel' pile and walk all the way to the sofa.

A small notebook was thrown on the armrest.

Lin Qi was overjoyed and looked through it quickly by the light in the room as if he had found a treasure.

It should be the ledger of goods coming in and out of the antique store.

After turning the last page and seeing the content clearly, Lin Qi felt a chill running from his tailbone to his head.

‘The thing has been given to Lynch, why is the effect still continuing? ’

'Asshole, the amulet is broken, I was deceived by that person. ’

‘Damn it, damn it, I have a strange thing too, I’m not afraid of you. ’

Sure enough, someone was behind it, and the next target was me.

Lin Qi closed his eyes, tried his best to regain his composure, and ran through all of today's experiences in his mind.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the account book again, starting from the back, and checked it twice carefully.

The handwriting was ugly, messy, and difficult to read clearly. It was not until the second time that Lin Qi found a line of small words among the dense records.

'Special Cargo, L'

It seems that this is the cargo record, L should be my name, I... hmm?

As he was flipping through it, his hand shook, and a cardboard card like a business card fell out.

A hole as thick as a thumb appeared in the center of the card, as if it had been burned, and the edges of the hole were full of scorch marks.

Is this the broken amulet? Why is this world so weird?
  As he was immersed in watching, he suddenly heard something moving behind him. Lin Qi stood up and turned around...

A black shadow flashed before his eyes, and then he was picked up again, his arms twisted and pinned to the floor.

Why should I use again?

"I'm arresting you for spreading dangerous substances with the intention of murdering citizens of the kingdom. You...why are you?"

"Officer Angel, don't you think this scene looks familiar?" Lynch lay on the ground and sighed, "Besides, you're late."

"Lynch Leviev?" The tall figure paused, and the iron-like hand loosened again. This time the police officer picked him up by the collar and looked at him in surprise, "Why are you here? "

"It's nothing strange. I said I won't wait to die at home, I will die on the road of struggle." Lynch shook his head, "On the contrary, I want to ask why you can trace it here."

"Someone found a burnt body in a club, which may be related to the statue. I asked professionals to predict the first person who saw the body. This person might be able to see the death of the body... This person can't That’s you.”

"It seems that you are continuing to work hard. That is the Mole Club, 'Drunk Peter', my informant." Lynch recounted his experience tonight in the simplest words, "Finally traced it here. , witnessed Granville’s death.”

As Lynch narrated, Officer Natalie's beautiful face became clouded. After a few seconds of silence, she took a step back, took off her hat, put it on her chest, and bowed deeply to Lynch.

"I must admit, Mr. Lynch Leviev, your desire to survive and your ability to trace are far beyond my expectations." The police officer sighed, "Although the shop owner here is dead and the efforts were ultimately in vain, but Your performance tonight deserves my respect.”

"I don't feel that my efforts have been in vain." Lynch breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relaxed smile for the first time. "On the contrary, I feel that I have found him."

"Huh?" The police officer's mouth was slightly opened, and her fierce eyes were full of surprise.

　One update a day before the first round of recommendations, two updates a day after the start of recommendations (should be next Monday)

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