37. Shouldn’t I pursue shoveling in dungeons (9)
“…That’s creepy.”
Karina ran her arm over her body as if she had goosebumps all over her body. Lenny didn’t say anything either, but she frowned as if the atmosphere on the third floor didn’t like her.
To be honest, I did too.
If the second floor was just a graveyard, the third floor was a temple with a gloomy atmosphere. We looked at the blood-stained altar in the middle of the room, which looked like a game-like pagan temple. The gray altar gave off a gloomy atmosphere as if to offer a sacrifice.
“I don’t know who, but the guy who designed this dungeon is crazy.”
“I want to give the owner of this dungeon a baptism of purification…”
Maybe it’s because she’s a pagan, Karina was a little excited, unlike her. Lenny stood next to Karina, looking around her with her hand on her sword. She doesn’t need Karina to care about her. I went forward to the altar without hesitation.
Five bowls were placed on the altar as if to offer something.
Are you offering sacrifices again?
“Milia. Do you remember anything?”
…Milia?
She didn’t answer, so I looked down at Milia, who was hanging from her waist. Milia was staring at her altar with her bluish face. Judging from the work on the second floor, the third floor…
“Milia. Are you okay?”
“Okay, I’m fine…”
Millia’s voice was shaking beyond words. A voice that was painful to hear, like a mixture of fear and anguish. I put her hand on her head to calm her milia. A tremor travels through her palms. I turned her head and looked at Karina. As Carina met her gaze with mine, she quietly came over to me and she hugged Milia.
“Now, calm down, Milia…”
Carina held Milia in her arms and cared for her with a benevolent smile.
“John, where shall we search?”
“You left. I’m right.”
“Okay.”
We split left and right and entered the corridor on either side. A long hallway on either side of the temple. And the doors on both sides of the hallway. I opened the nearest door.
A chilling sound echoed through the quiet temple. I frowned at the sound of scratching my eardrum. Annoying
“…Is it a warehouse?”
A room with stains everywhere. And a doll that was torn to pieces and had cotton sticking out. I picked up the doll in the middle of the room and looked around.
The doll’s head, which looked as if it were a human, would have had its skin ripped off and internal organs spilled out, was red like blood. Is this milia? I turn my gaze and look around the room. Old bed. A desk that is cracked and broken in places. A featherless quill rolling across the desk. A note that is so worn out that it looks like it will crumble even with a little force.
I walked over to the desk and carefully swept the dust off the notebook. A small note that can be found anywhere. What is the content of this little note? My heart beats wildly. It feels like finding clues to a hidden story in a horror game. I carefully unfolded the notebook to avoid breaking it. It was the diary that greeted me as I turned the pages with a pounding heart.
Crooked handwriting. Is it a diary written by a child?
[X month xx day
My dad always called me a dirty kid.
I washed clean every day, why is it dirty?]
[X month xx day
My sister showed me the doll and boasted. I envy you.
I want one too.]
[X month xx day…]
A diary full of sad grievances. The content itself was nothing special, but he seemed to know how Millia was being treated. I quietly closed my diary and left the room. I look slowly down the hallway. There are still 4 doors left. I immediately opened the next door. With a grating, the door opened without resistance.
“…What the hell is this family doing?”
I don’t know what kind of house it was that it had all these bloody rooms. I looked at the cage and at the doll beyond. A doll that looks exactly like the one we saw in the first room.
Judging from the first room, it’s probably a doll that symbolizes Milia. I don’t think I can take it out this time. The door on the barbed wire had a hole for a key, and I didn’t have the key. Does this mean that the key must be found somewhere to solve the puzzle? I looked away from the cage and looked down at the small table. Brown stains on wooden chairs.
It must have been hardened blood.
I picked up the whip that lay on the table. This is a complete mess. Examining the whip, there are brown stains on the whip as well. It looks like it hit me. I threw the whip on the table and left the room. I don’t have any information to get from there anyway. I’ll have to come back after I find the key. Would you like to try it before you go out though?
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Hold the barbed wire with your hand. I feel the cold, gritty feel of the iron bars. I activated the skill in a low voice.
“Production.”
…There was no response as expected.
I guess I expected something like this. It seemed pretty flimsy, so I wanted a shortcut to work better. I left the room with a sad feeling behind. Third room now. What terrible sight awaits me in the third room.
With a calm mind, I turned the third doorknob.
A bright light hits me with the sound of a hinge scratching.
“…What is it?”
I wonder if my eyes are wrong, so I look at the hallway, then at the room again. Unlike the previous rooms, this room had an overly bright atmosphere. The yellow wallpaper, the warm sunlight coming through the windows, and the splendid feeling that a noble lady would live in. A soft-looking bed and a table in the corner of the room. And a doll sitting on three chairs.
This time, it felt like she was older than the dolls I had seen in the previous rooms and looked like a middle school student. I immediately looked over the table. 3 Mugs. Teacups with yellow, vermilion and red liquids respectively. I lifted the teacup and watched, being careful not to spill any liquid.
“There is nothing special about it. Do I have to use the contents inside?”
You can’t do it blindly. Seriously, if that liquid plays an important role in solving the puzzle, it’s game over. So hold off for now. I carefully put the teacup down and went to bed. I pressed down on the soft-looking bed a few times and lifted the duvet. Of course nothing.
“If I were to hide things in my bed, where would I hide them…”
Lift the pillow. Unfortunately, there was nothing under the pillow. I thought it was the most powerful place. Rather, isn’t that so? Next is under the bed. Taking out the lamp and setting it down, I put my face on the floor and looked under the bed. A dim light illuminates the interior. But all I could see was the floor and the wall on the other side.
After that, I eagerly searched the entire room. Under the table, under the chair, on the dressing table in the corner, etc. I searched everywhere and couldn’t find anything.
After all, what should I do with the teacup on the table? I went back to the table and inspected the teacup.
Three teacups with different colored contents. And three dolls. See the doll Red, yellow, orange… Did you think it was too hard? I set the teacup down in a position that matched each person’s hair color.
It’s not as simple as I thought… Why is there no response?
What should I do?
Do I need to do more? Or not…
It was then.
The sound of something falling was clearly heard in my ears. I immediately looked down. A note fell under the table.
Where did it come from? It didn’t seem like there was space under the table for notes. I tilted my head and picked up the notebook. Familiar cover. Is this a diary too?
I immediately opened the diary window and started reading the first text.
[X month xx day
I’m happy. Happiness is like this
I want to live like this forever.]
…What happened between your miserable childhood and this point?
[X month xx day
My father gave me a new room saying he was sorry for me until now. I love it!]
The more I read, the more questions I feel. I continued reading the diary. Even though it was only five pages.
The conclusion I came to after reading to the end was simple.
“…For some unknown reason, the hospitality has improved.”
What is the ‘reason’? I remembered the altar. And five vessels lying on the bloodstained altar. Even a country with not very good brains can make a rough analogy. Maybe that’s…
“It’s still too early to be sure, so I’ll have to look for more evidence.”
Premature conviction leads to misjudgment.
I looked around the room again. Although messy because of my mess, the room still seemed peaceful, with an atmosphere that girls would like. The inside was torn and ruined, but it was miserable.
“…Can I check it out now?”
First, smell the yellow liquid. Fragrant I don’t know what kind of car it is, but it’s a pretty luxurious car. The scarlet tea smelled like black tea. And the last car…
“…Blood?”
I thought it looked like blood because it was red, but it smelled faintly like blood. Whose blood is it? It’s not Milia’s blood. Putting down the teacup, I put my hand on the doll that I hadn’t touched because I was reluctant. Unlike other dolls that were small stuffed toys, it is a large-sized doll that looks to be 1M tall. Looking closely at his face, his mouth is slightly open.
As if to ask for it to flow inside.
I poured the contents of the teacup into the doll’s mouth as a test.
The blood that could not enter the mouth flowed down the corners of the mouth, and the doll, which looked as if it were bleeding from the mouth, drank all the liquid in the teacup and began to tremble as if having a seizure.
I stepped back and straightened my grip on the shovel.
I was thinking of breaking it down if I had to. However, the doll trembled, spat something out of its mouth, and collapsed helplessly.
I don’t know who it is, but it looks like they’ve decided to make a horror spot. I picked up an object covered in gooey liquid. It was the key.
“Is it the key to the cage?”
After wiping the key on the blanket and putting it in my pocket, I grabbed the doorknob to leave the room. And…
“Huh?”
What, why won’t it open?
Knocked out.
This feeling as if the hairs all over the body are standing up. It’s very familiar, but it feels like sh*t.
Yes, with a theme like this, there should be at least this. I grabbed the shovel with both hands and swung it at something that was attacking me.