……really.

He leaned forward and carefully observed the traces on the glass - there was a shallow, almost dissipated handprint on it.

Mo Yi took a step back, swept roughly in the room with a flashlight, paused his wrist slightly, and saw a few crooked words written on the uneven wall opposite the window.

god-please-help-me

【God saves me】

Compared to the handwriting on the letter paper, the walls were more chaotic and crazy, with black liquid flowing downwards, and then dried up on the rough walls, leaving crooked marks, and a dull brown color under the light.

This color Mo Yi is so familiar with.

——Bloods.

The big English letters are written in blood and printed on the dirty walls, sloppy and messy, like a person's crazy mental state, shocking and terrifying.

Mo Yi subconsciously touched his backpack that he was cross-body.

Through the nylon fabric, the metal music box was hard to touch his palm.

Mo Yi suddenly became stunned, and a coldness rose from behind.

He suddenly remembered that...Black and white photos were inventions in the nineteenth century.

And if they were based on their previous guesses, this copy should be related to the Black Death.

But the time when the Black Death raged on the last large scale in Europe...
Chapter completed!