Inside The Black Mist Chapter 696: Crueler than death (sixth!)

When Tianyang saw the figure clearly, Tianyang heard a sound of air-conditioning behind him.

"Captain, is that a human?"

"I don't think so, but that way, it doesn't look like a black man."

Questions like this erupted in the 'Blue Sky' team, and Kun Lan, who also couldn't find an answer, shouted a little irritably: "Don't make noise!"

Tianyang observed the surroundings, and boldly communicated with the black mist to extend his perception. He was searching for the existence of "Old Weaving Dreams" nearby.

This is similar to how they fell into the dream weaved by the "Dream Weaver" when they first explored the Dream City.

Soon Tianyang confirmed that they did not encounter the 'Old Weaving Dream', and did not fall into some kind of woven dream.

Tianyang did not find the weird old woman at all, and if it was a dream, it must be more beautiful, so that no one can see the flaw at a glance.

And now.

The sky in the small town was still dark, with black mist floating around, and the strange man was dressed in rags.

Such scenes and pictures will only raise people's vigilance, and the "Dream Weaver Old Woman" will not weave such dreams.

Because it is not conducive to capturing 'prey'.

In the light, the man staggered into a building not far away, which seemed to be his workplace.

Even though, that building is already dilapidated.

Tianyang moved the light of the lighting, caught up with the building, and suddenly saw figures in the broken windows of the building.

Men and women, coming and going, very busy.

These 'people' don't seem to know what's going on in the world, they don't seem to know what's happening to them. They still live in this small town, still living and working in the dark.

"Tell me, am I dazzled?" Kunlan's hand has already grasped the handle of the turning blade, "What's the matter with these people, are they working?"

"Hell, shouldn't they be human?"

Tianyang nodded, and added, "But it can't be called black people. Their bodies just lost water, but they didn't mutate. They didn't become any kind of black people we know."

Kun Lan released her hand from the handle, rubbed her face and said, "I'd rather bump into a group of black people. It's too weird in this way."

Probably because they were not black people, these 'people' were not affected by the migration. Otherwise, they should migrate with the black people.

"Continue to go deeper and continue to observe." Tianyang did not forget his identity today, and the captain of the team is Kunlan, so he added, "What do you think?"

Kun Lan nodded vigorously and gestured: "Continue to go deeper, continue to observe!"

The team members calmed down, grabbed the guns or swords in their hands, relied on the weapons to give them confidence and courage, followed the two captains Tianyang and Kunlan, and continued to go deeper.

As we continued to deepen, there were more and more "life" scenes similar to those just now.

On the street, 'people' can be seen coming and going everywhere. They wear eerie and filthy clothes, like walking corpses, haunting the broken streets and buildings invaded by vines.

The whole town is like a huge stage, and these 'people' who should have died a long time ago are now performing silent pantomime like actors on the stage.

These people have been dead for too long. For some unknown reason, their bodies have not decayed, nor have they been polluted by the black mist.

But obviously, their organs have stopped working, so they are all performing silently.

Otherwise, Tian Yang suspected, these people would even talk in the dark, mechanically recounting what they had said before their lives.

In the dark.

Repeat constantly.

Day after day.

Year after year.

During their exploration, they came to a hospital, which remained largely intact.

In the hospital and in the corridors, there are patients in striped hospital gowns, doctors and nurses in coats, and family members of patients in various clothes, walking in and out of the wards in the black mist.

Tianyang stood in the corner, looking at a 'doctor' with a withered face and sunken eyes, and a stethoscope with embroidered spots on his neck, swaying past his eyes.

Then he saw a 'couple' arguing. Of course, the two of them didn't make a sound.

They stood in front of the window of a ward, making body movements of arguing. They were in the dark, and they didn't know how many years they had been arguing.

In that window, on a hospital bed, there was a little girl sitting on the hospital bed, looking at the 'couple' outside the window.

The little girl's face had already lost moisture, the dead gray skin was tightly attached to the skull, and the empty eye sockets were devoid of any emotion. But her hand was making a writing movement.

Tianyang walked into the ward, and when the light came on, he saw the little girl holding a diary in her hand.

She doesn't have a pen in her other hand, but repeats the movement of writing like a machine.

When he came to the bedside, Tianyang illuminated the diary with a lamp, which was covered with dust. He blew away the dust, revealing lines of twisted handwriting.

'They were arguing again, and the stepmother said that the family had no money, even if they sold the house, I had to undergo this operation. Later, there are more operations waiting. ’

'Dad was in pain, but he nodded just now, and I think he agreed with his stepmother. ’

'Yesterday, I asked Dad. I asked him if he would not leave me? Dad didn't say anything, I know, he won't continue to treat me. ’

'I don't blame him, it's just, if he could say something to me. ’

'I won't abandon you, that would be great. ’

'Daddy, I love you. ’

In the darkness, the little girl was still 'looking' out of the window, and was still writing endless notes.

Like a clockwork machine, it never tires.

Tianyang didn't have any expression on his face, he just held Yueguang's hand and tightened it.

"What's written on it?"

Kun Lan also came in, and looked at the diary curiously, but he couldn't understand the words in the reverse world.

"Nothing."

"It's just a story."

Tianyang lowered his head slightly and walked out of the ward.

Kun Lan sensitively noticed that the guy who just passed by her was a little depressed.

Also, mixed with a little anger that I don't know where it came from.

"Bai Mao, is everything going to be okay?"

Kun Lan shook her head and walked out of the ward.

After they explored the hospital, they found no other abnormalities except for the 'person' who played the pantomime.

It's just that everyone knows that these people who are still 'alive' are the biggest anomalies.

The team stopped and went and came to a house. Inside the house, a man was sitting on the ground, motionless.

Compared to the busy 'people' outside, this man who didn't move looked so strange.

Kun Lan said excitedly: "We finally found a normal one!"

He held up the lamp and stepped forward. When he came in front of the man, he couldn't help stepping back a few steps, with a very bad expression on his face.

Tianyang felt strange, went up to look, it turned out that although the man didn't move, he was holding a photo frame in his hand. And, with a weird smile on his face.

A person hugging a photo frame, sitting alone in the dark, with a stiff smile on his face.

It's no wonder that such a situation scares Kunlan away.

Tianyang noticed again that there was a notepad dropped beside the man, the notepad was open, and there were a few lines of writing on it.

The handwriting is beautiful, and it seems to be written by a woman.

Tianyang squatted down and read out.

"Honey, I'm leaving."

"You are always busy. You are so busy that you don't pay attention to what I tell you on weekdays. I know that you are so busy to make our life better. Good."

"So I didn't blame you, it's just, can you listen to my last sentence?"

"I know, you love me. I love you very much too, I really miss you, so should you..."

"So, I hope you can promise me. I'm leaving, can you stop crying?"

"Don't be too sad, I just went to a very beautiful and warm place in advance."

"I will wait for you there, we will meet there one day."

"Don't cry, don't be too sad, live with a smile, grow old with a smile."

"Then, on a sunny afternoon, I will say something to you."

"Long time no see..."

Speaking the last word on the notepad, Tianyang raised his head, and looking at the strange smiling face in the darkness, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently cover his chest.

The chest was stuffy, and it twitched lightly one after another.

"I want to get out of here."

Kun Lan rubbed her eyes and said, "This place makes me uncomfortable, I don't want to explore anymore."

Tianyang stood up and said calmly, "He deserves to rest in peace, he has the right. Somewhere, there is a woman waiting to be reunited with him."

"But for some reason, he still stays here, he still holds the photo of his dead wife, smiling in the dark."

"And."

"The little girl in the hospital just now."

"She knows that her family will abandon her. Even so, she just wants to hear her father say 'I love you'."

"But she will never hear it again, and she has to repeat the same despair every day."

"There should be a lot of things like this in this town."

"What is more cruel than death?"

"I think so."

"That's it."

Kun Lan narrowed her eyes slightly: "Bai Mao, what do you want to do?"

Tianyang raised his head with a cold expression: "I want to find out the cause of all this, if it is man-made. I want that guy to experience the same pain."

He looked at the man in the dark, his coldness gradually disintegrated, and his expression softened: "I think, let them all rest in peace."

There was a silence in the room.

Kun Lan was the first to break the silence. He walked up to Tian Yang, didn't say anything, and just patted Tian Yang on the shoulder.

Then strode toward the exit.

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go, find out the reason, and let these poor guys rest in peace as soon as possible!"