Mysterious as the wind, always with me

Chapter 1 Twenty-Side Dice

"what!"

Mark opened his eyes, feeling as if he was being affected by the aftertaste of a nightmare, and woke up with extremely strong palpitations.

Drenched in sweat, he held his heart that was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and looked around in a panic.

He sat in the corner, and with the dim moonlight coming in from the window, he saw a dark room that could be summed up as 'dilapidated'.

With a slight movement of his left foot, the old cabinet he touched immediately made a heart-pounding "squeak" scream, which made him frown.

Apart from the dilapidated European-style furniture, there are moldy walls on all sides that seem to break when touched.In the entire brick and wood structure house, the air was filled with a musty smell of decay, and the surrounding environment told Mark in a clear way how long the building had been abandoned.

Through the gaps in the windows made of rotten wood, you can see the traces of the years on the bricks and tiles on the opposite eaves, and a large number of dark red vines clinging to them.In the dark place where the moonlight cannot reach, with the night wind blowing, they are like a large group of poisonous snakes, secretly wriggling their disgusting bodies.

Fragmentary memory fragments poured into the brain——

The owner of this body is also named Mark, Mark Destiny, the son of an ordinary middle-level military officer who died in the Wright Empire, with a relatively generous pension, he studied at the National Mistry University for mystical studies Subject, junior.

If he wants, he can either become a noble lady's little boy because of his handsome looks, or rely on his father's shadow to infiltrate the military's mysterious department that studies [weird] phenomena, become a civilian, eat and wait to die, and be stable. Live your life safely.

This time was more like an internship before graduation. Tonight, he was instigated by several new adventurer 'friends', and followed him to explore this ancient castle located in the valley more than 30 kilometers west of the city.

It didn't take long to come in and something happened.

The original owner didn't know what kind of horror he saw, but he was frightened to death.

Mark, who has occupied the magpie's nest, is in such a chaotic state.

By the moonlight, he checked his equipment... It was unexpectedly good, he was wearing a full set of close-fitting leather armor.Although there are a lot of fancy decorations on it, after pulling it, it feels strong.The leather armor also has a piece of metal armor on the chest. Not to mention thin and hard, it also exudes a faint sacred aura.

He touched a revolver on the ground with his left hand. This oversized old-fashioned revolver weighed at least three kilograms. It was heavy and heavy, and he lifted it like a dumbbell.

The complicated golden pattern on it shows its great value.

Yu Wen on the barrel told him that the gun had been fired not long ago.

He fumbled to open the roller magazine, only to find that there was only the last bullet left in it.

That was all his weapons, there should have been a sword, because he found an empty scabbard on his belt...

As far as the eye can see, the place is in a mess, and there is a dilapidated wooden door firmly propped against by a dilapidated cabinet at the far end, clearly telling how flustered the former owner of this body was after entering the room.

Looking at this old room with nowhere to escape, Mark instinctively felt bad.

At this moment, something fell out of the pocket of the clothes with a "click".

Picking it up, Mark was stunned.

"This is……"

Suddenly smiled wryly!

It was a twenty-sided dice that ordinary people would not use. It was used by Mark to play [Dungeons and Dragons] with his friends before crossing.

I still remember the game last night, when he rolled 10 full 20 points in a row, killing all directions, and was laughed at by his friends for cheating, and when he was joking, he posted his experience of overwhelming luck on station B.

The title is impressively [I am very lucky tonight, as long as I get [-] likes, I will travel to another world. 】

This was purely a joke. I didn't expect to get [-] likes within an hour.The most common sentence in the comments is "Help every life-or-death dream"!
Cough, I don’t know if this is considered an outrageous time travel?

Just when he picked up the crystal dice that traveled with him, the originally unclear moonlight dimmed, and the shadows of furniture bathed in moonlight in the room suddenly elongated.

The lights and shadows around kept flickering, and in the next second, most of the light between the sky and the earth disappeared, leaving only three-quarters of the door panel. The black gap was dark and quiet, like the mouth of a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour.

Mark found a kerosene lamp, dug out the skills engraved in his memory, and lit it with an old-fashioned lighter. The flickering dim light illuminated a small area in front of him, and the raised dust seemed to be happily welcoming the arrival of visitors .

Mark, who has watched countless horror movies, quickly made a decision: "Damn! This room must not stay."

He didn't believe in any rubbish legends about getting under the quilt to prevent ghosts.

After putting away the revolver and dice, he opened the cabinet and opened the dusty door. The long sound of "squeak" spread far and wide in the night sky.

Behind the door is a stone staircase, which is a cylindrical spiral stairwell.

Mark was in a difficult situation and felt very confused. When he extended upwards, he seemed to reach the Louis XVI Terrace, and when he descended, he seemed to reach the bottomless hell.

His intuition told him that no matter which way he went, he would be dancing between the fangs of a dormant dragon.

"Too quiet..."

Just when he was indecisive, suddenly there was a shrill scream from about twenty meters above his head.

"what--"

That kind of desperate roar full of fear of the unknown and the indescribable, a heart-warming coolness rushed from the soles of Mark's feet to his scalp, causing goose bumps all over his body, and Mark's face turned pale with fright.

Someone was killed! ?

Uh, knowing that something happened above, you still ran over to watch the fun?
I'm not a stupid roe deer!
No matter, run now!

Without thinking about it, Mark ran away towards the stone steps extending to the ground.

The light was dim, and the darkness deprived him of his perception of the distance, and the monotonous footsteps blurred his sense of time and distance.

All he knew was to run away and get away from the place where the screams came from as soon as possible.

Just when he was running so fast that even his own consciousness was a little fuzzy, he heard crackling sound from the outer wall of the stone steps.

Something was running fast down the outer wall of the stairwell.

Anyone who wants to use their butts knows that it is definitely not a good thing to be able to walk on the outer wall!

In theory, he could still return to the house just now, but ignoring the so-called retreat behind him, Mark continued to rush down without hesitation.

The more he ran down, the colder the air became. He ran so intensely that the air that penetrated his lungs seemed to be zero-degree freezing air.

The surrounding light was completely dimmed, and there was no transom to allow the moonlight to penetrate into the stairwell.

I don't know how many times I ran, the stairs suddenly reached the bottom.

The strange being running wildly on the outer wall of the stairwell seemed to have hit the ground, or was blocked from chasing Mark and let out an anguished roar.

"Ow—"

At this moment, a human scream representing panic and despair suddenly came out not far from the voice.

"Wow!"

"what--"

I don't know who else was killed.

The voice came from afar, and Mark didn't know what it was. He only knew that if he didn't run away, he would be no different from a trick in a horror movie—he was going to die.

Facing the darkness ahead, he subconsciously held up the kerosene lamp.

The light diffused a little, cast into the distance, and covered the wooden door frames of the underground passages, and long shadows were drawn from the door frames.

This is a typical European dungeon wooden door.

The many broken stone floor tiles under his feet made it difficult for Mark to move.

Suddenly, some cold white light appeared in the gap of a dungeon door ahead.

Mark thought to himself: Damn it!

His heart was beating wildly, and the blood agitation caused by the running just now hadn't subsided. He tried his best to calm down his breath, approached slowly, and sneaked a peek into the gap.

With the help of the light in the middle of the hall, it can be seen that this is a place similar to a dance hall.

The dance hall has obviously not been visited by anyone for a long time, and even the dust floating in the air has stagnated.

Among the ruins, there is a shocking scene.

So many pieces!

There are not only a large number of human bones, but also fragments of furniture.They seem to have been cut by a laser knife, and each fracture is sharp and neat.

Taking a few steps back, Mark saw the scene that made him hesitate the most—he didn't realize it at first, but when he lifted the light and looked carefully, the gate of the dungeon was actually two sacred objects made of bronze, with two protruding Big eyeball embossed.

Due to the age, the sacred objects that once shone as brightly as gold are now all dull patina.Coupled with the fat residue left from burning in the groove next to it, and the engraved name of the God of Light on the copper pillar, which no one in this world will mistakenly recognize, even the ignorant and inexperienced Mark, the original dead ghost, knows that this sacred object is probably It is the most common evil-suppressing holy object [Eye of Light] in this world.

Since it is the classic mode of suppressing evil, then...

If there is a choice, killing Mark will not enter this kind of place that makes people feel like a boss room at first glance.It's a pity that there was a sound of knocking open wooden doors or windows from a distance, and the sound of continuous and heavy footsteps broke into Mark's ears from far and near.

Without further hesitation, Mark opened the door and rushed in. He didn't forget to lock the door bolt again when he was nervous.

The closer to the middle of the ballroom, not only are there many fragments, but even the hard marble floor tiles are covered with cutting marks in all directions.

After comparing it, the widest place can easily fit his index finger.

"Goo."

Subconsciously swallowed his saliva, Mark was not too sure, he instinctively realized that the culprit of all this should be the thing on the square altar in the middle of the ballroom——

Following the reflector on the top of the ballroom, the cold silver moonlight formed a beam of light, projecting on the booth like a high lamp.

It was a rectangular music box about the size of a lunch box!

The shape of this music box is extremely exquisite and simple.There is an old-fashioned metal knob next to the ebony base.

There are two circular tracks on the top of the box, one is empty, and on the other track, there is a delicate doll.

To say it's a puppet is a bit of an understatement.

Unlike the dolls with fixed movements on ordinary music boxes, this female humanoid object with two high knuckles and metal texture can be called a figure-level puppet.

The thick arms and long legs of a matchstick are connected by movable metal joints.

She has shoulder-length short silver hair, and she is wearing a white ballet dress that looks like a fairy, with a few white silk laces dangling from her shoulders that are windless and automatic.

What is palpitating is the face of the female puppet: three-quarters are made of unknown material, like a delicate face made of silicone, and the collapsed part of the left forehead has an extremely realistic human bone structure.There seems to be a small sapphire embedded in the glass eyeball as the pupil.

But the protruding eyeballs made people feel extremely frightened and weird. Just a glance, there is a sense of trance that cannot be looked away.

It's a pity that dust fell from the decaying ceiling of the hall...

'It' came.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

This is a heartbeat that is so intense that it cannot be calmed down!
Look around and stop hesitating.

Mark quickly put down the kerosene lamp, and crawled under a red chaise longue with one corner broken.

Drilling into this gap about [-] centimeters high, I had the illusion of being the old king next door.

As the loud cracking sound of the door of the ballroom being knocked open, Mark knew:
It really came.

"Mark...Mark...it's all right, that monster... I beat it away...come out..." The whispered voice was hoarse with a shifted tone.Obviously the voice came from the gate, but there was an illusion of coming from the ghost.

"Batta! Batta!"

There were strange footsteps, and it felt like there were more than one pair of feet coming.

Mark's nerves tensed to the extreme in an instant.He recognized it, it was the voice of one of the adventure companions, what was it called?

"You...don't hide...I know...you are here..."

The sound of footsteps was mixed with the faint sound of liquid dripping on the ground. As a thick smell of blood smelt away, Mark, who was hiding under the chair, suddenly shrank his pupils to the extreme.

Someone is looking for it, are you moved?
Don't dare to move!Don't dare to move!
With the dim kerosene lights rippling on the floor of the ballroom, a pair of bloody palms and half pale arms entered Mark's field of vision.

The opponent was lying on all fours, feeling that his chest was almost touching the floor;
Immediately, its jaw slowly appeared in Mark's vision.

He subconsciously held his breath.

No, the extreme tension and fear made him completely forget that he could still breathe at this moment, and just stared at the other person's jaw that kept moving down.

Then, there are the white to blue lower lip, the upper lip, and the hook-like tip of the nose.

A little bit further down, a little bit further down...

Just a little more...

Mark could see the thing's face.

Of course, this also means that the other party can also see him under the chaise longue.

Mark knew that if he waited a little longer, he would be seen and caught, but he just didn't dare to look away.

At the moment when he was so frightened that his heart and lungs almost stopped,
The face suddenly began to rise, and its upper lip, lower lip, and chin disappeared from Mark's vision one after another.

The footsteps left the chaise longue and the ballroom, farther and farther away.

It's gone.

Mark finally realized that he seemed to be holding his breath for a long time, opened his mouth, and began to gulp and greet the air soundlessly.

He felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen in his brain, and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Such a big man wanted to cry.

Before time travel, he never worried about anything. The biggest worry every day when he was studying was just which department he should agree to go out on a date tonight, and he couldn't hear the referee's whistle when playing basketball because too many girls were noisy on the sidelines.

He can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't commit crimes publicly.

There were countless opportunities in front of him, but he didn't know how to cherish them.

Now?

Do whatever you want, just don't stay in this damn world for a second longer.

Just when he was cursing his fate and rejoicing that he survived the catastrophe, suddenly a pale and ferocious face came into view.

Half of its face has been peeled away, exposing scarlet eye sockets, bulging cheek muscles, and half of its gums.

With supreme malice, it opened its mouth quietly.

"...So, you are here!"

(End of this chapter)