Chapter 247

That afternoon, Yitu was sitting in Mr. He's study. A European-style desk lamp was on, but the dim light couldn't reach the other end of the table, nor could it illuminate the old man's tired face.

Yitu held the book and read three horror stories to the male protagonist.

He read very slowly, sometimes even pausing for a long time on purpose. If Mr. He didn't remind him, he would grasp this delicate boundary and continue to delay time.

Fortunately, the old man's energy was limited, and Yitu's reading voice was light and weak, so the story was always intermittent.

He wanted to remind her, but the nurse seemed to know what he was thinking and continued reading without even opening his mouth.

Mr. He fell asleep in the wheelchair. Yitu gently closed the book and carefully carried him to the bedroom.

The man who looked very tall became frighteningly light after aging.

Yitu noticed the empty cuffs in his trouser legs. After his legs were crippled, his muscles had atrophied and he had lost all sensation. He actually looked a little pitiful.

Yitu closed the bedroom door and paced back and forth in the room, looking around.

He didn't know how to pass this level, but his intuition told him that this was most likely the last one.

He went to the study and picked up the story collection again, flipping through it again and again.

Mr. He said that his lover wrote the agreed time in the story collection.

But so far, none of the horror games Yitu has experienced have clearly involved a specific time.

No date can be matched to a love story unless the story has not yet appeared.

Thinking of this, Yitu felt his heart beating faster.

He knew that he could no longer bear it, as no one could survive an infinite loop.

It consumes not only time and life, but also the will to be human.

Yitu bit his fingers anxiously, and soon his white fingers were bleeding.

He felt no pain, and for a moment, his mind drifted far away.

He thought of Xu Heng jumping off the cliff, the words on the black stone tablet, and Jiang Hanyu turning away...

They turned into large black nets, surrounding Yi Tu and almost suffocating him.

In his opinion, there is no boundary between madness and rationality. He thought of the white treatment room and his attending physician.

He has always been a patient who cannot find the door and a traveler who is standing still.

Yitu's will was declining. At a speed invisible to the naked eye, the hope of life was getting farther and farther away, and the idea of committing suicide was getting closer and closer.

For a moment, he even felt that the trial of this level might be just waiting for death.

Only by sacrificing oneself can one embrace the God of Death, become His believer, and become His son of God.

But that moment was actually very short, and Yitu only dared to think about it.

He licked the roof of his mouth and tasted blood, but it still didn't feel real.

He stood in the dim room, like an unconscious zombie, with a withered face and a hunched back. He didn't look like a living person at all.

During dinner, Paji came to deliver food to Mr. He, and Yitu also received his own portion.

In European manors like this, the lords would have their own servants and slaves to farm and raise livestock to ensure the self-sufficiency of the manor.

Paji ignored Yi Tu and walked into the room as if to wake up Mr. He.

Yitu silently took the meal to the small table to eat, and occasionally he could hear the low conversation between Paji and the host.

After a while, Paji came out with a tray of food. Yitu looked up and glanced at it, barely moving.

Padget glanced down at him, without even lowering her head, and left the room.

Yitu didn't care at all. After thinking about it, he still walked to Mr. He's bedroom door with the dinner tray.

Before I could think of how to say it, I heard the tired voice of the man from inside the door.

"Yitu, I need to rest for a while, please don't disturb me."

Yitu was stunned for a moment. Could an old man's hearing be so sensitive? Especially since he was standing on a wool carpet?

"Okay, Mr. He."

Yi Tu sat in the study until after ten o'clock. There was no movement in Mr. He's bedroom, so he decided to go back to his room to rest.

His room is just to the right of the study, not far from Mr. He's master bedroom.

Perhaps it was because the day was too peaceful, or perhaps it was because Yitu hadn't finished reading the storybook, which brought some sense of security.

He fell asleep quickly, thinking that nothing would happen that night.

He won't enter the cycle of terror again until the story is finished.

But he was wrong. After falling asleep, he was still finishing his story collection.

The empty, nameless town, the dark sky, and all kinds of birds that fell to their death at his feet.

There was some confusion in Yitu's eyes, which was soon replaced by numbness.

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The door of the nurse's room was not locked so that the male owner could push it open at any time.

The wheelchair rolled very slowly and even with some difficulty on the fine wool carpet, but the only advantage was that it did not make any noise.

The man stopped beside the nurse's bed. In the darkness, any expression was hidden, only the pair of eyes staring at the person on the bed were still bright.

Yitu had no idea what was happening in his room. His body seemed to be pressed firmly on the bed, unable to struggle or move.

The thin duck down quilt covering my body felt as heavy as a mountain.

The man didn't care much about the person trying to struggle on the bed. He just stared at the caregiver's hideous and painful face.

The next morning, Yitu opened his eyes from the bed. He looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his expression was extremely haggard.

He opened the door and found Mr. He already enjoying breakfast at his specially made table.

Of course he saw Yitu's pale face, but he said nothing and pointed to the small table, meaning that his share was there.

Yitu was not in the mood to eat, so he just had a couple of bites after washing up.

He asked Mr. He if he wanted to hear a story. Mr. He looked at him for a while before nodding.

After getting permission, Yitu hurried into the study, picked up the book and turned to the table of contents.

Sure enough, another story was added to the catalog, Spade 2: Bird Attack.

Yitu was a little out of breath. He lowered his eyes and looked at Mr. He, but the old man didn't react at all.

Yitu struggled internally for a few seconds, then actually sat down and read the story to him.

This time, Yitu did not deliberately slow down his speech. After finishing a story, he looked up and asked:

"Mr. He, if you remember the agreement with your lover, do you not need to listen to the story anymore?"

The old man looked up belatedly, "Of course, you know I've heard it many times."

"But what if this book doesn't contain the answers you want?" Yitu suddenly asked.

Who knew that as soon as these words came out, the old man's expression suddenly changed:

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! The time he and I agreed on is right in the storybook!"

"It's just that I can't see it... I'm old and I can't see it!"

The old man suddenly looked up at Yitu, his eyes gloomy and terrifying. He said:

"If you can't see it either, then I'll have to get a smarter caregiver."

Yitu fell silent, as he already knew the conditions for passing the test.

However, he couldn't find the answer to pass the level.

While the male owner was taking a nap, Yitu left his activity area.

He tried to talk to the servants in the castle, but most of them ignored him.

It’s not that they don’t know Chinese, on the contrary, all the servants here can speak Chinese, but they just don’t communicate in Chinese.

Yitu guessed that this was probably Mr. He's request. Even the housekeeper Pa Ji was the same. They also used Chinese when communicating.

Thinking of Paddy, Yitu can only wait and see if he wants to find her.

The castle was so big and the manor was so large, but Yitu couldn't even get out of the former.

He could only wait patiently until 4:30 in the afternoon when Paggie came to clean Mr. He's room.

Yitu stopped her at the door, but Padji still had that serious expression.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Yitu motioned her to move to the side, as he remembered how sensitive the male host's hearing was.

"Paki, do you know who Mr. He's lover is? Or do you know anything about Mr. He's experiences when he was young?"

Hearing this, Padge's eyes widened slightly, and her tone became more severe:

"Excuse me, this is not something you can know. As Mr. He's caregiver, you just need to take good care of him."

Yitu was not intimidated at all. He looked back at him:

"But you said I would do my best to meet Mr. He's requirements."

Padgy was stunned for a moment and said nothing, as if she knew the hidden story.

Yitu continued:

"Mr. He is looking for the time he and his lover agreed upon. Will the answer be in that storybook?"

"I don't know, and maybe you don't know either. No one has found it before me, and no one will know it after me."

Padget was stunned by his appearance, and after a while she spoke carefully:

"I don't know much. Mr. He... suffered from mental illness when he was young, a very aggressive mental illness."

"He was sent back to his hometown in China by his father, where he received treatment for a period of time. When he was brought back, he brought the storybook with him."

Yitu suppressed his excitement and asked:

"What year was that? In what year did Mr. He return to China? And in what year was he brought back here?"

He had an intuition, and the answer in his heart seemed to be about to come out.

Padge thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know when he went to China, but he was sent here in 1977."

"And stayed here, or rather, was detained here." A sneer flashed across Padget's face.

It wasn't the answer he wanted, and Yitu didn't react. After a while, he spoke:

"Then do you know who Mr. He's lover is?"

Padge shook her head. "I don't know."

"Because that person died a long time ago."

"What?" Yitu was stunned.

Paige continued, "It was because of his death that Mr. He became ill again..."

"Mr. He nearly shot and killed his own parents. I heard he was just trying to commit suicide at the time, and who would have thought he would accidentally kill someone?"

When talking about this past event, Padge's voice became very low.

"In which year did his lover die?" Yitu asked calmly, so calmly that Paddy could hardly continue.

She answered the question and ended the conversation on her own initiative.

"Died in the summer of 1975."

The author has something to say:

Let me explain in advance why Mr. He, a disabled person with paralyzed legs, was able to sit in a wheelchair by himself. It was because there was another person outside at that time. I will write about it in the next chapter.