I made myself the protagonist

After leaving Wilson's house, Ling Yun and others took the address he gave and planned to find a man named Wollaston.

I heard from Wilson before that the old pastor Nick had no children. After his death, the two assistants gave some of his notes, books and other relics to Nick, a distant cousin.

When Ling Yun and his party arrived, the person who opened the door for them was a slightly plump middle-aged woman. The woman said that she was the nanny of the family. After hearing Ling Yun and others express their intention to come, she immediately entered the house and took out a man in a wheelchair.

The octogenarian pushed out.

The old man in the wheelchair is hunched over and has gray hair. He is missing a thumb on his right hand, has almost no teeth in his mouth, and is weak when speaking.

The nanny told everyone that the old man was Wollaston.

Ling Yun and Lin Yuanqi spent a lot of effort to explain clearly their intention to visit.

Fortunately, although the old man was in poor health, his memory was still good. He quickly recalled Richard and Downey mentioned by Ling Yun and others, and remembered this incident.

Wollaston told everyone that he had locked Pastor Nick's relics into a box and placed them in his attic. If it could help Ling Yun and others, they could take the things away. Anyway, those manuscripts were of no use to them.

It's of little value at all.

"Thank you so much." Ling Yun did not expect that the other party would be so generous, and immediately thanked him repeatedly. After welcoming everyone into the house, the nanny found the key to the basement according to the old man's instructions.

She took Ling Yun and others to the second floor. Seeing that he was very inconvenient to move due to his nearly two hundred kilograms, Ling Yun took the key, moved the ladder, climbed up to the attic and opened the lock.

After pushing open the small window on the ceiling, a musty smell instantly hit my nostrils, and dust continued to fall from the cracks.

Ling Yun held on to the ladder with half his body, turned on his mobile phone and took pictures around him. The attic was full of debris, except for some furniture and sculptures covered with white cloth. There were many photo frames hanging on the wall, filled with various photos.

, there are also specialized equipment around.

"The old man was a photographer in the town before he retired. He has been working in that photo studio run by a Russian."

The nanny explained enthusiastically: "There are photos of some guests on them. After getting their consent, the old man will leave the works he is satisfied with at home, which can be regarded as a souvenir."

"That's right." Ling Yun nodded.

Pan Rong stood aside, choking and sneezing several times, not knowing whether it was the smell of dust or the potion that irritated her.

"No one has been to the attic for a long time." The nanny said, raised her head and looked at the attic, and raised her voice: "Mr. Wollaston said that the box should be placed next to the safe."

"I saw it!" Ling Yun's eyes locked on an old wooden box covered with dust in the corner.

"That's good. I'm sorry that I can't help you much, Mr. Charles. I can only ask you to go up and get the things yourself." The nanny touched her chubby belly and joked: "It seems that I should really listen to my husband. From now on

I’ll start eating salad tonight.”

"It doesn't matter, I can do these things myself." Ling Yun responded, and he had already climbed up to the attic.

Looking at Lin Yuanqi and the three children, the nanny bent down and asked them with a smile: "Children, do you want to drink some milk? There are some cookies on the table in the living room, do you want to try them?"

"Then I'm sorry to bother you. Go ahead, honey, just wait for us in the living room." Lin Yuanqi took the words calmly, lest he and his three children wait here and wait for someone, which would make the other party feel uncomfortable.

polite.

Pan Rong also understood what the other party meant. She held the hands of Tang Yao and Li Xinjian and returned to the living room under the guidance of the nanny.

While everyone was talking, Wollaston was sitting alone in the wheelchair, with his eyes closed, and seemed to have fallen asleep. The nanny took a blanket from the sofa to cover him, and lowered his voice and said to the three children, "Let's go."

They don't want to disturb grandpa's rest.

Seeing the children nodding obediently, she smiled, turned and walked into the kitchen.

At the same time, above the attic.

Ling Yun looked around with a flashlight. Lin Yuanqi's voice came from below, asking if he wanted to come up and help.

Ling Yun walked to the box, opened it, glanced at the contents inside, and responded to the other party: "No, there are only a dozen books and some manuscripts here. I will take them out in batches, and you can just take care of them below."

As he spoke, he moved the box to the attic door and took out the materials one by one.

"Hey, that's so thoughtful. I love you, baby." Lin Yuanqi stood on the ladder, took the information from the other party, and then gave Ling Yun a wink.

"Believe it or not, I will smash these things on your head." Ling Yun rolled his eyes at him.

"Wait a minute, I'll borrow a bag from the nanny to put these books in." Lin Yuanqi stacked the materials and put them aside, raised his head and said to Ling Yun.

"Okay, let's go."

Ling Yun turned on the flashlight and roughly looked through the priest's notes. It felt like the religious contents recorded there were all obscure and difficult to understand. Ling Yun pinched his eyebrows with a headache: He always had a headache when he saw these things about demons.

If Su Li, who has extensive knowledge, was here at this time, the problem would be much easier to handle.

It seems like I’d better take the information back home first and search the Internet with others at night to study the details.

Lin Yuanqi hadn't come back yet. Taking advantage of this moment, Ling Yun stuffed the manuscript back into the middle of the book. After taking out the remaining books from the box, he decided to push the box back to its original place first.

At this moment, Ling Yun's attention was suddenly attracted by the photos on the wall. The photos included half-length photos of single people, family portraits, and artistic photos. There were men and women, old and young, and there was nothing strange about them at first glance.

However, for some reason, Ling Yun felt that he had seen the woman in one of the photos somewhere before. The woman was wearing a loose skirt, her belly was slightly swollen, and she was smiling brightly at the camera.

Ling Yun stepped forward to identify it carefully, and then suddenly recalled that the woman in the photo was Mr. Wilson's late wife.

When he visited Wilson's house this morning, he accidentally saw the other's family photo on the desk.

"I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Ling Yun was a little surprised to see the photo of Wilson's wife here. Thinking that the other party had helped him so much, he also decided to do a good deed and tell the old man if he could take this photo

I brought the photo to Mr. Wilson as a keepsake.

Thinking of this, Ling Yun took the photo off the wall.

But soon, he discovered that not only Wilson's wife, but also the people in the other photos looked very familiar.

"how so?!"

His eyes quickly swept over the photos, and cold sweat remained along Ling Yun's forehead.

The Anderson family of four, the Green family of five, the Hill family of four, and the James family... photos of the past victims all appeared strangely on the wall at this time.

Not only that, Ling Yun soon noticed that there was a chubby middle-aged woman next to the photo of James' family of three.

And she is the nanny of the Wollaston family who received her just now!

"Bang--"

There was a loud noise behind him, and the small door of the attic was closed directly.

After realizing something was wrong, Ling Yun immediately called out to his other companions. However, there was silence downstairs, and no one responded to him.

In the darkness, Ling Yun looked around with a flashlight. Soon, he noticed a tall wardrobe standing by the wall.

At this moment, the white cloth covering the cabinet was blown up by the wind. The cabinet door was slightly open, and there was an unpleasant smell inside. He had always felt that there was something wrong with the smell in the attic, so it seemed that the source of the smell turned out to be

here.

Ling Yun stepped forward and opened the cabinet.

His eyes widened in surprise: he saw more than a dozen shriveled corpses standing in the cabinet. The corpses were in the shape of dehydrated mummies, and the skin on the surface was as dry as orange peel. What made Ling Yun even more frightened was that these corpses

They are all children.

One of the corpses was relatively fresh compared to the others. Judging from her blond hair and clothing, she was Leah, the youngest daughter of the James family who disappeared half a year ago.

And against the wall, there was a male corpse with atrophied lower limbs and curled up.

The male corpse looked to be in his forties. The tongue in his mouth was missing, and some insects could be vaguely seen in the dark eye sockets. The spiders and centipedes were crawling along their mouths and noses, and they seemed to have died.

He has been dead for some years.

Seeing the other's mutilated right thumb, Ling Yun immediately realized that the corpse in front of him was the real Wollaston.