Chapter 99 Chapter 99 He is coming.

99

Quiet.

Very quiet.

It’s like entering a space where time stands still.

But occasionally, a strange echo came from the distance, very small, like crying or roaring.

Mo Shiyu groped forward following the noise, but could never find the end.

Not a single person.

He had no idea how big the place was; he had no windows and no idea what lay beyond those corridors.

The humidity here is very high, and the carpet is so damp that it's moldy. Every time you take a step, your feet sink in easily, and when you lift your feet, it feels like something is pulling them.

Over time, his legs became sore and painful.

Endless yellow corridor, one empty room after another of the same color.

Occasionally, some abandoned sofas or tables and chairs would appear abruptly in one of the rooms, but there was no sign of human activity at all.

Mo Shiyu squatted on the ground and made a mark with charcoal.

He turned around and saw almost the same scenery.

The entrance was nowhere to be found.

For the first time, he realized that even though there was no danger at all, just walking through one yellow wall after another was unbearable and almost nauseating.

The boundless yellow was like a monster that devoured people, turning and gnawing at him in his field of vision. Mo Shiyu's eyebrows twitched, and he leaned against the wall, breathing softly with the back of his hand against his hot forehead.

This environment can really drive people crazy.

She Yu beside him looked up worriedly, stroking his bruised eyes and hot forehead with her fingertips.

Fortunately, fortunately there is someone with him.

This thought flashed through Mo Shiyu's mind helplessly.

But……

"Sheyu, before you sneak up on me, you should at least learn how to merge into my body." Mo Shiyu said in a hoarse voice the first words after they started walking together.

A white mask hung on one side of his head, revealing a pale face with a faint red tint. He pressed down She Yu's white hair and pressed him towards himself. He looked into his eyes, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"If there is no other way, I can only eat you. Do you want to be eaten by me?"

She Yu probably knew how angry Mo Shiyu had been along the way, so he hadn't dared to speak. Now that he finally heard the real body's voice, he blinked softly and immaturely, the ends of his drooping white hair trembling, and he whispered softly, "Eat me..."

He moved closer and opened his lips slightly, "Here you go."

Mo Shiyu was silent for half a second, then became angry, "This is not a question that needs to be answered!"

There is only one smiling mask to resist pollution. Even though Sheyu is his vest, it is an independent vest.

If Sheyu gets close to the "Book", she will be contaminated and turned into a monster.

Mo Shiyu was afraid that he would wander here forever and couldn't even get his body out. Isn't She Yu afraid?

Why do you have to follow me?

"It's okay, original."

She Yu's caress and embrace were like a crawling snake. Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes blankly in the cold embrace.

Maybe it was his illusion, but the white-haired boy's voice had a lingering quality in this strange space. "Only part of me is here. There's still a lot of me out there."

"So, if I die here, there will be many of me out there to accompany you."

"No," Mo Shiyu fixed his gaze on him and said in a hoarse voice, "Even if I swallow you into my stomach, I won't leave you here."

She Yu narrowed his blood-red eyes, "The original body must remember to eat me before I turn into a monster."

"..." Mo Shiyu looked at him, and for some reason, his heart suddenly trembled.

There was no fear in She Yu's words, and he even contained some strange expectations.

He seemed to have reached a strange agreement with both of his aliases in a row.

It must be an illusion.

Mo Shiyu sighed, unilaterally ended the cold war, and tried to stand up by holding on to the wall.

"What does this place look like?" he asked.

The yellow walls everywhere, the repetitive rooms that almost make people feel claustrophobic, and the occasional old sofas, tables and chairs in the even more eerie rooms.

I can't find the source of the noise.

"It looks like a collection of grievances of modern workers." Mo Shiyu complained.

She Yu was silent for a moment before saying, "The pollution is appearing in a form that humans can perceive, and it's already more concrete than the Yokohama underground."

This is not a good sign.

Mo Shiyu passed through one door after another, marking them with charcoal pencil while whispering, "This is the second unsolvable alternate dimension..."

【——】

Mo Shiyu heard the noise in the distance again, still the same harsh sound like nails scratching glass, not like a human voice.

This is probably the third time since coming here.

He immediately glanced at the time on his watch. "21 minutes since the last time. Lasted... 34 seconds."

The last time the interval was 14 minutes, and the time before that it was 7 minutes.

“It’s a multiple of 7.”

If the next time is 28 minutes later, the pattern can basically be confirmed.

The noise ended and Mo Shiyu began exploring again.

"Books and the cube of seven are both part of the foundation of the world, and Sawada-kun said the Vongola ring is the key to the door, and the interval between the noises is a multiple of seven. There must be some connection between the two."

Because there was no clue around, Mo Shiyu could only muster up his strength and continue walking towards the direction of the noise.

****

The next time was indeed 28 minutes later, and it lasted even longer.

After this noise, Mo Shiyu encountered a somewhat different room.

The room had a broken screen cover, a ceiling fan that sometimes turned on and sometimes stopped, and a tall chair that was not the right size.

Mo Shiyu looked at the room and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

Ceiling fans, screen covers...it feels like an old house in southern China, very similar to his grandparents' home.

That tall chair...

Mo Shiyu remembers that when he was a child, he spent more time at his grandparents' home in the south than at his own home.

At that time, he felt that the chairs and tables were too high and he could never reach them. Occasionally, there was food on the table, covered by a gauze cover by his grandmother. He would try hard to climb onto the chair, then lie on the table, lift the gauze cover, and reach in to get something to eat. Sometimes there were crispy dates and sometimes water chestnuts under the cover.

He doesn't know when he's full and will eat until he's very full.

Every time he was caught, his grandmother would slap the palm of his hand.

She always grumbled, "It's a bad name. It's just like a fish without a brain. It won't stop eating until it pukes. If no one takes care of it, it will turn into a big fat fish."

Mo Shiyu walked into the room.

He heard his own breathing becoming more and more obvious. In this dead silent room, there were only a few shabby objects, but he stood there looking at them for a long time.

She Yu squatted at his feet and looked at the gauze cover, his face turned pale and strange.

"Master, do you still remember what the objects looked like when you were a child?" he asked.

Mo Shiyu shook his head blankly.

Those objects were always gray, and he had never been interested in looking at them carefully before. When he grew up and went back again, he no longer saw these objects.

She Yu looked at the mesh cover with a hole in it and slowly lifted it up. "There's something underneath."

Mo Shiyu was stunned and squatted down to check.

It's water chestnut.

A few diamonds fell under the cover.

"Finally I see food..." Mo Shiyu complained subconsciously, but it didn't prevent his hands and feet from turning cold in an instant, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

It's not a coincidence.

Absolutely not.

She Yu put the mesh cover back on. Even though he looked as cold as a ghost, he was also feeling a bit cold. "The proportions of the chair are abnormal. There is a gap between them and reality. It's probably not something in reality. It's just created based on our memory."

Mo Shiyu's voice trembled a little, "What's the point?"

She Yu was silent, "I don't know."

There was nothing worthy of being called a clue to finding the "book", so they couldn't keep wasting time here and had to keep moving forward.

Things in Mo Shiyu's memory slowly appeared in front of him.

It appeared here in a strange way, exactly as he remembered it.

An incredibly thick textbook, covered with words that seemed understandable but were actually scribbled; a doll hung on a torn rope, which was his first handicraft; a scarf made by his mother, wrapped around a plastic mannequin.

Things that looked like but not like what I remembered, with strange proportions, were piled up in the room.

Mo Shiyu couldn't go on.

He felt a strong nausea, wanted to vomit, wanted to retch, wanted to scream, but in the end he just leaned against the wall, looked up at the glaring incandescent light, and muttered blankly, "What is this?"

【——】

The noise appeared again.

It's very close.

Mo Shiyu scratched his sweaty hair, his body, which was close to its limit, issued a warning that it could not bear the burden. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped, his cheeks were pale, and the shadow along his jawline disappeared into the deep collar.

There are no monsters.

There are only endless rooms and corridors that cannot be walked out of.

This time the noise lasted for an astonishingly long time. As I got closer, the pollution contained in it became more and more obvious. It was like a cry mixed with all the negative emotions, like a sharp needle, drilling straight into the ears, making people want to pierce their ears to relieve themselves.

Then, portraits began to be hung in each room.

There are those for one person and those for a group of people.

Class photos, family photos.

Old drawing paper, the same expression.

A close friend whom I haven’t seen for a long time, hiding on the other side of the painting and watching him.

Mo Shiyu didn't want to believe the terrible thought that suddenly popped up in his mind. He hurriedly walked through the rooms, unwilling and afraid to take a look inside.

Like a not funny prank.

She Yu clenched his hands lightly in the air.

Mo Shiyu turned around and saw that the white-haired boy's body had become faded and yellowed, like a gradually aging portrait.

"Wait, Sheyu..." Mo Shiyu walked over, his throat was sore and his tongue was bitter as if he was about to cry, "Sheyu."

She Yu looked at him, then suddenly turned around, walked forward, tore off one of the photos, and tore it into pieces.

Fragments of the portrait fell to the ground with the wind, and the eyes, nose and mouth could be vaguely seen.

"..." Mo Shiyu watched the fragment with the mouth printed on it change from pursed to open, and finally opened wider and wider. The eyes painted on it became extremely angry and resentful.

She Yu half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head and stared at the fragments.

He turned into a white doll, turned around, jumped a few steps, and pounced on Mo Shiyu.

"It's pollution, it's all pollution." He waved the tip of his hand. "It's not real people, no."

Mo Shiyu touched the baby's hair and hugged him tightly, "Okay."

He held Sheyu in his arms and stepped over the shattered paintings on the ground.

"Sheyu." Mo Shiyu called softly.

"Yeah." She Yu said.

Mo Shiyu held the doll that was gradually turning yellow and old, and said, "I said before that I could do it alone, but in fact, I can't do it at all."

"Without you here, I would have lost the courage to go on and slowly got lost here."

"So," Mo Shiyu looked at him blankly with his eyes lowered, "don't leave."

"I won't leave."

She Yu touched Mo Shiyu's head with the flattened tip of his head and said softly without any fear, "I miss the time in my original body. I can be with my original body forever."

He said, "I want to return to my original body, the warmth and moisture... the original place."

Mo Shiyu lowered his head and kissed the baby's little nose and the corners of his mouth that were sewn with needle and thread.

He didn't notice or care when the doll turned back into a white-haired boy.

White hair and gray hair were mixed together, they pressed against each other, Mo Shiyu opened his moist and red lips and bit She Yu's neck.

“…” She Yu hugged Mo Shiyu’s neck tightly in an instant.

What flowed out was blood, but there was also a part of Mo Shiyu that was missing before, which now flowed down his throat and wrapped around his body intimately.

He remembered the sound of blowing colorful bubbles when he was a child.

Mo Shiyu hugged She Yu tightly, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep like a little bird in a warm nest.

Sweat flowed into my eyes and mixed with tears and flowed down.

She Yu closed her eyes, tilted her head back, hugged Mo Shiyu's neck, and rubbed it gently until his hands lost strength and fell down.

Slowly turned into a yellowed, flat doll portrait.

What is worth noting is that the doll in the portrait has no soul and is just an empty shell.

****

Stand up again and move forward.

I don't know how much time passed. When the noise sounded for the tenth time.

Mo Shiyu saw a wooden door painted yellow.

This should be the first door here that is closed tightly.

The Vongola Sky Ring, which was isolated by glass, was shining with a strange light as he approached.

"He's here."

"He's coming." "He's coming, he's coming, he's coming..."

Mo Shiyu heard many strange noises mixed together, and the Vongola ring was shining with dazzling light at this moment.

Almost defenseless.

The door opened.