A blood-red phone.

It is a very old-fashioned telephone, the kind that was popular more than 30 years ago. It looks very ordinary, even a little shabby.

But this call was clearly unusual.

Because at the beginning, Lin Mo didn't find this thing at all. It was the sudden ringing of a phone that caught his attention.

In this gloomy church, the ringing sound of the telephone seemed particularly harsh.

It's hard not to notice.

Most people may be afraid or even deliberately ignore it.

Lin Mo said no.

He had to find out what was going on.

So I followed the sound and found the phone in a dark room behind a wall.

At this moment the phone continued to ring.

Lin Mo didn't touch it, but stared at it.

Because there was a stream of black air coming from the phone that was visible to the naked eye.

It is filled with horrible resentment and malice.

Very powerful.

If an ordinary person were to touch it, he would probably go insane immediately.

Although Lin Mo can resist this negative force, at present, no one knows what will happen after answering the phone.

And who called me on this phone call? It's quite exciting to think about it.

Observe first.

There was only one phone, but no line.

It's obviously a call from metaphysics, the kind that science can't explain.

Lin Mo guessed that the owner of this phone must not be an ordinary person, but a victim.

Because the martyrs are the "talking heads" here, and have the highest status and power in this church.

Moreover, the phone rang for such a long time, but no one else came in to check.

Now Lin Mote was curious about who called.

He squatted beside him, his chin in his hands, hesitating.

Do you want to answer it?

Sister Yue in the pocket struggled to climb out of the pocket, revealing half of her body.

"This voice makes me upset. If you don't answer it, I will."

Sister Yue figured it out.

Lin Mo reached out and pushed her back.

"No, Sister Yue, you should get some more sleep. I'll answer it."

Lin Mo felt that what Sister Yue said made sense. If he wanted to know who was calling, he could just pick up the phone and find out.

So Lin Mo reached out and picked up the red phone that exuded a black aura.

The call stopped.

Lin Mo put the microphone to his ear.

The next moment, something incredible happened.

Lin Mo found that the surrounding scenery had changed.

At first, rolling black fog enveloped the surroundings tightly, but when the black fog dissipated, Lin Mo found himself sitting next to a strangely shaped long table.

And around it is a huge space.

The long table is made of countless bones and can definitely be called a work of art.

Lin Mo subconsciously moved the phone away.

In an instant, he was back in the church.

After thinking about it, he moved the phone closer and tried again.

Arrive at the long table again.

This time Lin Mo paid close attention.

He sat in a high-backed chair, and there was more than one high-backed chair on both sides of the long table.

A cursory look shows that there are at least dozens of them.

And on some of the chairs, a dark shadow has been created.

The appearance of the black shadows could not be seen clearly, only a rough outline could be seen, and each shadow exuded a strong aura.

Lin Mo shrank back.

What's going on? Conference call?

A bit like that.

But it should be a dark version of the conference call. At this moment, apart from discovering that the environment he was in had changed, he could not hear any human voice in the receiver.

There was only a faint electrical noise.

Where is this place, what are those figures, and what are they going to do.

Lin Mo knew nothing about this.

But there is no doubt that this is definitely a valuable discovery and a good start.

Lin Mo didn't know what to do now.

Let’s observe first.

Lin Mo's mind was working rapidly at this moment.

Through observation, he found that the high-backed chair he was sitting in was the same as the high-backed chairs of the other shadows.

Does this mean that they are all the same existence?

From here they are all black shadows, so when the other party sees themselves, they should also be black shadows.

If this is the case, then the best way is naturally to observe calmly and see what happens next.

So Lin Mo was so nervous and frightened that he sat obediently on the high-back chair, not saying a word, just observing secretly.

As time went by, dark shadows began to appear on the empty seats around the long table.

In the end, most of the seats were occupied, and for a moment, all kinds of horrifying auras collided with each other. This scene was consistent with the description of a riot of demons.

Judging from the aura that is more terrifying than the last, I'm afraid that none of you here are a good person.

In fact, Lin Mo was mainly concerned about the seats in front of the long table.

Those seats were also high-backed chairs.

But bigger.

The chair back is higher.

Also more gorgeous.

Generally speaking, this situation means that the status is higher.

There were only seven 'deluxe' chairs, half of which were occupied by shadows, and a few were empty.

At this moment, a terrifying aura descended, and the seven deluxe chairs were filled in an instant.

"Now, meeting!"

A hoarse and deep voice came from the receiver of the phone.

The sound is like sharp thorns, hurting the eardrums.

Lin Mo held back.

It is obviously impossible to retreat now, otherwise I will be discovered.

"Now I need everyone to do something. Several outsiders have entered Area 11. I want you to find them and kill them immediately."

The voice on the phone receiver said.

The next moment, a figure on a high-back chair swung his hand and swept out a cloud of black mist, which quickly condensed into two figures in the air, and then slowly became clear.

Lin Mo looked at the two figures very seriously.

"It looks a lot like me and Xiao Liu."

Look again.

"Fuck, it's not like, it's exactly like."

Who would have thought that he and 416 were actually being targeted by the mysterious existence here.

Moreover, a killing order was issued.

Very lucky.

Lin Mo really wanted to ask, did I provoke you or offend you, why did you issue a kill order?

But there is no way to ask this question.

Asked direct exposure.

In the end, Lin Mo didn't ask, but someone else asked during the on-site meeting.

A hoarse, old woman's voice rang out.

"Can I ask why you killed them?"

Lin Mo was delighted.

I thought to myself, what a good question.

I would like to know too.

So he listened carefully.

The voice that had spoken of the killing order earlier was clearly confused.

"God Meng, why are you asking this?"

"Just curious." The old woman's voice was insistent.

The voice paused.

But I still explained it.

"They broke into the laboratory and discovered secrets that cannot be discovered, so they must die."

This explanation is actually the same as no explanation.

But it can shut other people up.

Meng Tianshen didn't ask any more questions.

Obviously, this answer was 'approved'.

Lin Mo wanted to ask, what secret did I discover that I must die? I don't even know what secret I discovered, aren't you just accusing me?

Or was it that the other party just found a random excuse to kill himself and Xiao 6?

Lin Mo calmed down and felt that this possibility was not great.

It can be seen that holding this "telephone conference" is not such an easy thing. The other party is willing to make a big fuss and even hold a special meeting just to deal with me.

This means that the opponent's soft spot has indeed been touched.

The problem is that Lin Mo really doesn’t know what he has discovered.

Or did these people misunderstand? "I see, they thought Xiao Liu and I had discovered something."

Lin Mo sorted out this tangled mess of issues.

This is the only possibility.

Apart from that, there were personal grudges, but Lin Mo had just arrived here, so even if he had enemies, he would have killed them directly to silence them. There was no possibility that he would be hated and would have to hold a special meeting.

So the other party must have misunderstood.

I guess the problem still lies with the cat.

This is the only place that Lin Mo feels is weird and full of unknowns.

If you look at it this way, the person who held this conference call must have been particularly concerned about that area.

By now, Lin Mo has basically determined what kind of person is attending this meeting.

They must be the various 'gods' of this place, and they must be related to salvation.

Because the 'victim' of the phone he was using was the owner; and he heard the name Meng Tianshen, and that voice belonged to his cheap godmother.

That’s the one who took Doudou away.

That alone is enough to illustrate the point.

And from the few words they just said, Lin Mo made a deduction.

About District 11.

My godmother is indeed from District 11, and I am currently in District 11 as well.

The so-called eleven districts are most likely referring to neighboring countries.

The entire country belongs to District 11.

It’s like another set of rules for dividing areas, not defined by human society, but by the nightmares here.

If we calculate this way, there are eleven districts. By analogy, there must be ten districts and twelve districts.

Lin Mo was thinking hard when he felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

I turned my head and saw a dark shadow sitting in the seat next to me.

What does this mean? Has he been exposed? Lin Mo froze, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind.

The next moment, he saw the dark shadow secretly handing him a note.

Lin Mo glanced at the other person and reached out to take the note.

Open it and take a look.

It said: There will be a meeting at the old place later.

Another meeting? But why does it feel like the other party is being sneaky?

The next moment Lin Mo realized that the other party was definitely not talking to him, but to the "victim".

Because the seat I was sitting in was the victim's seat, and I was also using the other party's red phone.

After thinking for a while, Lin Mo drew a question mark on the note and handed it back.

See how the other person reacts.

Of course, this is quite risky and can easily lead to exposure.

But Lin Mo felt that the risk was worth taking.

And because the other party is sneaky, even if they find something wrong with me, they probably won't point it out to my face.

The other party looked at the note and was obviously dazed.

I guess he was guessing the meaning of Lin Mo's 'question mark'.

After a while, the other party handed the note over again.

There are four numbers written on it.

"5144!"

This time, Lin Mo resisted the urge to draw another question mark.

I wondered what this guy does. Why can't he just say it directly? Here are four numbers. Are you going to guess a riddle?

Or, should I draw another question mark and ask?

While thinking about it, Lin Mo suddenly realized a possibility and immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to draw question marks.

Soon, the conference call ended.

The main point is one thing, to kill himself and Xiao 6.

Lin Mo thought it over and decided to be more careful next time, or to strike first.

The figures around the long table began to disappear one by one.

Apparently, they all hung up.

Lin Mo also hung up the phone.

He found himself back in the church hut.

Then he looked at the phone, reached out, and dialed the four numbers 5144 respectively.

The possibility that Lin Mo just thought of was that this might be a phone number.

This possibility is very high.

So he decided to give it a try.

After dialing the number, Lin Mo put the phone to his ear.

The next moment, he found himself in another small room.

really.

This is just like a private meeting room. The number just now is the password to this meeting room.

When Lin Mo found himself coming in, there were already several dark shadows here.

"Victim, you're finally here." A voice came from the receiver.

Lin Mo didn't dare to say more, he could only say "hmm" and nodded.

"Let's not waste any more time talking nonsense. Let's hold a meeting and discuss how to kill those new gods."

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