mtl008 Chapter 522 [Domain · Second Gate] Big Yellow, Notebook
Chapter 522 [Domain · Second Gate] Big Yellow, Notebook
The hearse carrying the remaining people drove into the night.
Only Feng Yao and Huang Yue remained standing in front of the Brocade Garden, their faces full of confusion.
"Go inside or stay outside?" Huang Yue asked.
Based on his experience in the area, entering such apartments or residential complexes is never a good thing; the address is most likely a haunted house.
"Do we have a choice?" Feng Yao rubbed her temples and sighed helplessly.
This gate was quite lenient at the beginning, without forcing entrants to stay in a specific location, and the scope was expanded to an entire city.
Those who enter the domain can leave, but the price is obvious: they may miss crucial clues to exit.
The two entered Jinxiu Garden, a resettlement housing community with many buildings, all brightly lit.
"There are quite a few residents..."
Feng Yao glanced at the passersby. Several elderly couples were taking a walk, and in the distance, children were riding bicycles recklessly. There were even a few unleashed teddy bears barking at each other on the lawn.
In short, it's very noisy.
Noisy people get headaches.
But it also has a very down-to-earth feel, what is commonly known as "human touch," and Feng Yao always feels like she is back in her own backyard.
"Yeah, that's a bit weird."
Huang Yue observed the expressions of the residents here, seemingly lost in thought.
"This neighborhood doesn't look like someone has died here...at least not recently."
In any case, this gave the two of them an extra sense of security.
Soon, they arrived at the location in the text message, room 101 in unit 3, which surprised them.
There's even a small supermarket on the first floor, with six households per floor, which seems perfectly normal.
There were still Spring Festival couplets pasted on the walls of room 101, and nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.
The door was slightly ajar.
But just as the two pushed the door open and went inside, a fierce barking suddenly came from inside the house!
"Wang Wang Wang!"
"Ugh..."
In the shadow of the corridor lamp, a large yellow dog bared its teeth and growled, its canines glistening with sticky saliva under the light.
Instinctively, Huang Yue took a step back, but Feng Yao squatted down and waved to the big dog.
The growling stopped.
With a few thuds, the dog approached with heavy steps and gently sniffed Feng Yao.
Its tail wobbled like a propeller.
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Huang Yue tried to pet it and found that the big yellow dog was actually very friendly.
"Where is your owner?" Feng Yao asked softly. "Did they leave you at home?"
The big yellow dog didn't respond, it just rubbed against her palm.
On the other side, Huang Yue had already turned on the lights and found the room to be very empty, with very simple furniture, not even a coffee table.
There was a doghouse and a dog bowl, but there wasn't a single grain of food left in the dog bowl.
Judging from the dog's weight, the owner of this house probably hasn't been away for too long.
"The mission hasn't appeared yet." Huang Yue took out the card and looked at it; it still only had a general guideline. "Why don't we take this opportunity to quickly search the house?"
Soon, they got a general idea of the layout. The room wasn't big; it had a bedroom and a study. There were signs of habitation, but not many.
Several points are worth noting:
First, this is a rented house. The landlord seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. All the large furniture is placed against the wall, and there is almost nothing in the middle.
Second, this person had collected many videotapes, which were all piled up under the TV cabinet.
Third, the study appeared to have been cleaned out; it was empty except for a set of table and chairs.
Aside from these three unusual things, the two did not see anything related to ghosts or corpses in the house.
Sitting at her desk, Feng Yao silently gazed out the window.
The lights are bright, and every household is at peace.
Perhaps because the mission hasn't been announced yet, the house looks very peaceful and not dangerous at all.
Her hand was hanging by the chair when she felt Big Yellow's wet nose brush against her hand, and then something was bitten out of her pocket.
"........"
Looking at the necklace with the Buddhist amulet, Feng Yao's eyes revealed a complex emotion.
Dahuang seemed to treat the necklace as a toy and tried to sneakily take it away. Feng Yao moved slightly, but ultimately sat back down without stopping it.
Suddenly, she remembered something else and took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket.
Old Wang's ugly line drawings.
A stick figure fencing.
For some reason, when she thought of this picture just now, she felt a sudden stirring in her heart.
It feels very familiar.
Are they from this domain?
But there were too few clues. Apart from the blond and red-haired men, all the other men had black hair, making it impossible to tell them apart.
Furthermore, the stick figure doesn't depict body shape...
So the most important thing should be what this person is holding. It's very short, like a screwdriver or a short sword.
Just as she was observing the painting, a loud bark suddenly rang in her ears!
"Wang Wang Wang!"
Big Yellow's tail stiffened, adopting an aggressive stance, and it glared fiercely at Feng Yao.
"What's wrong with you again?!" The barking suddenly erupted like a bomb, almost scaring Feng Yao so much that her heart stopped.
"what happened?"
Huang Yue outside was clearly startled as well.
As soon as he finished speaking, Big Yellow's tail drooped down listlessly, and he sighed before walking away.
After a while, the sound of a dog's paws scratching at its food bowl could be heard outside.
Feng Yao shook her head helplessly; Da Huang must be hungry.
She stood up and decided to find some food for Dahuang first, in case the dog had another attack.
The house is only so big, with almost no storage space. Thinking about how Big Yellow wagged its tail and followed me into the study, the dog food might be stored here.
Thinking for a moment, Feng Yao opened the drawer.
There was indeed a small bag of dog food inside...
However, the plastic bag had a strange green tinge.
Feng Yao picked up the dog food, confirmed it was moldy, and was about to throw it away when she suddenly paused.
There's something else in the drawer.
A notebook.
The notebook... that's practically a direct indication that "I am a clue".
Feng Yao's expression shifted slightly as she opened the notebook and casually glanced at a few pages.
[At the last quarter of Hai hour, there was no rain or wind, the moon was bright and the stars were shining. A guest knocked on the door, and the divination began.]
When the guest entered, his face was pale and his brow was dark. He asked me how many days he had left to live.
I generally don't take jobs from people like this, because the answer is obvious.
But in our line of work, there are some things we see that we can't remain silent about.
Even after all these years of fortune telling, I must say that this person's birth chart is the most ominous I have ever seen.
[With no root in the Day Master, death is likely, and the person is afflicted by negative influences, leading to a tragic and gruesome death.]
The following is the guest's information.
[Date of birth: February 15, 1997]
【Gender: Female】
Name: Feng Yao
[Death date: Three days later]
When her gaze shifted to the last few lines, Feng Yao's entire body stiffened instantly.
her name.
It was indeed her birthday.
The guest recorded on this page is Feng Yao, but she never had her fortune told! Is this about the future, or...?
She stood there stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly looked at the very first word and a chill ran down her spine!
The last quarter of Hai hour...11 o'clock.
It was eleven o'clock when they entered the house.
The fortune-telling described on this page is happening right now.
But this was a page she randomly flipped to!
Could it be...? Feng Yao felt a chill run down her spine and quickly flipped through the notebook, looking forward page by page.
Wow.....
Wow.....
Until the entire notebook was flipped through.
It fell to the ground with a thud from her hand.
On the opened page, the last two lines are:
Name: Feng Yao
[Death date: Three days later]
The content on every page is the same.