Chapter 236 Cellar

After sending Li Xiaoxiao to school, Ye Tingbai went back to his home to take a look. Chen Lan got along very well with the workers. Ye Tingbai came to chat with her for a few words and felt relieved.

Now Chen Lan is not only a problem of being created, but she may not exist at all.

If Ye Tingbai lived in an orphanage since childhood, what is the role of these parents who were created? This made Ye Tingbai fall into deep doubts, but at the same time, the good impression and dependence on Chen Lan in his heart always existed, even if he told himself that it was not a real person, it still could not affect it.

He could only drag it on like this for the time being.

Yangcheng is not small, and it should be like this in the whole world, with vast land and sparse population. After all, people die all day long, and the consumption is too fast.

The suburbs are very desolate, basically abandoned unfinished buildings, and there are many low-rent houses. In fact, genes can only determine a person's living environment, but will not bring you wealth directly. Those who are waste are still waste, and those who are moths are still moths.

The western suburbs happened to be the base of Si Youxu's private army. Almost no citizens would come here to hang out. Ye Tingbai had to pass several checkpoints before he could enter. This was also Ye Tingbai's first visit to Yangcheng's army. He also met an unexpected person, the officer who had borrowed the dagger from the secondary personality before.

Because it was a single person entering, they also took it seriously and specially sent him, the officer, to guard the door. Unexpectedly, they sent an acquaintance. The officer kept pointing his fingers when he saw Ye Tingbai.

"You, you, you, give me back my dagger!"

Ye Tingbai was a little embarrassed. The dagger was borrowed by the secondary personality. What does it have to do with him?

"You recognized the wrong person!"

After saying that, Ye Tingbai rode away on his bike, leaving the officer alone stomping his feet and shouting "I want to complain!"

Following the map given by Lin Nianhua, Ye Tingbai went all the way and arrived at a deserted small village. This should be the village of the lower class people when Yangcheng was not so large before. Later, when Yangcheng expanded, these villages were naturally banned.

The village in front of him looked abandoned for a long time. The building materials were all red bricks, and the history should not be too long. Walking along a dirt road, Ye Tingbai arrived at a school. According to the map, the 07 area was behind the school.

There were claw marks everywhere in the abandoned school. Judging from the size, they seemed to be left by the same hand, and all the handprints led to one direction, a cellar in the school.

Ye Tingbai pried open the cellar door and looked down. It was dark inside. Even under the sun, nothing could be seen, as if it would swallow the light.

A rotten wooden staircase creaked. Ye Tingbai walked slowly into the darkness, feeling that he was surrounded by a strange breath, like thick yogurt, and smelled a rancid sour smell.

The stairs went down as if there was no end. Ye Tingbai walked down for three minutes before he finally saw the ground. This ground was completely different from the style of the village outside. It was a flat blue brick floor. When he stepped on it, the blue bricks immediately broke.

Maybe it's because of the long time and natural weathering, the top layer has turned gray.

But looking along the light of the mobile phone, the blue bricks at the entrance of the stairs are intact, without a single footprint. It's unrealistic to say that no one has come here for hundreds of years. Ye Tingbai tried to walk forward a few steps, and when he looked back, he found that his footprints were disappearing one by one.

Ye Tingbai walked around here and found that it was not infinite. It was only the size of a football field. It was all made of rectangular blue bricks of the same size. The surrounding walls were also closed by blue bricks, like a tomb.

In the center of this tomb, Ye Tingbai found a two-story villa, all built with mahogany. The blue bricks outside had weathered, but the mahogany was still like new. There were two pure gold door knockers on the door, and a gold-rimmed plaque was hung on it, but there was no word.

Ye Tingbai: "It smells a bit. This house is so beautiful."

Subpersonality: "Or I'll do it. You seem quite scared."

"Do you know that some things are better known than spoken?"

Subpersonality: "What?"

"I give up. Come on, come on."

Subpersonality controlled the body, pushed open the wooden door, and walked straight into the house. The courtyard was fully furnished, but almost all of it was damaged. There were several mahogany chairs in the main hall, and a portrait of a woman was hung on it. The woman was wearing a red veil and had a graceful figure, but her face was blurred. It should be said that her whole body was blurred, and only her left hand was still clear.

Below the portrait, there was a copper basin full of incense ash.

This small wooden building has two floors. Only the main hall on the first floor is exquisite. The other rooms are all empty. It seems that no one has lived there since it was built. Deep in the room, he found a staircase leading to the second floor. The second floor is not a room, but a terrace. There is only one large room without any partitions.

The secondary personality took a casual look and basically confirmed the layout of the room. He walked straight to the center of the room. The sound of the wooden floor was very clear in the quiet underground, and the stench in the air became stronger.

Finally, the secondary personality seemed to have arrived at the destination. It was a coffin with gold lines painted on it, and the coffin lid was half open. The secondary personality walked forward and shone inside. A slender woman's palm was quietly placed inside.

The arm was fresh and white, and the incision was even more ruddy and lustrous, as if it had just been chopped off a human hand. Carefully, I felt that there was still warmth on it. Maybe I sensed someone coming, and the palm came to life. Just like a person stretching after waking up, his palms first curled up and tightened, then opened and relaxed.

There is a piece of yellowed A4 paper next to the white palm, and a ballpoint pen. The ballpoint pen is held in that hand as if it wants to write something on the paper, but the pen has been left for too long, and the barrel of the pen has become crispy. There is no ink at all in the core.

The palm seemed a little annoyed. He shook it twice in annoyance and threw the ballpoint pen aside. Then it stood up on its own and dripped some blood from its wrist. Then it dipped its finger into it and wrote three words.

"What's the question?"

This palm is extremely flexible, just like a living person, and it can float, even more flexible than a living person.

"Can I ask anything?"

The palm immediately wrote "Yes" on the paper, and then it got into the depths of the coffin, pulled out a broken bowl, and wrote on the paper again.

"The reward is a bowl of blood."

Ye Tingbai quickly controlled his body and started to charge for this random question. Who knows what the deputy personality Twitch said later, making him unable to pay the price.