I don’t know how long the flames here have been extinguished, but there is still a lingering smell of fireworks in the abandoned building.
It can be seen that this place was once a textile factory. The charred textile machines looked like large animal bones left after the mountain fire, and they were covered with thick dust.
This place is so quiet and depressing that it makes people shudder. If the daylight hadn't filtered in through the broken windows every now and then, it would have been particularly terrifying.
As Sean walked, he extended his soul and explored everywhere, trying to find any clues - after all, Aaliyah had most likely been here based on the address, and she might leave some clues.
Although he knew that the probability was very small, Sean did not want to miss even the smallest possibility in order to find Aaliyah.
"Judging from the fire scene, this textile factory has been abandoned for a long time. Why hasn't it been acquired or disposed of yet?"
Sean searched with such questions. His soul tentacles extended to the third floor, and he felt a stinging pain that seemed to be burning, "Is there a fire?"
In order to reduce consumption, Sean collected his soul. Guessing that there might be a homeless person lighting a fire here to keep out the cold, he climbed up the stairs to the third floor.
The third floor seemed to be where workers stayed. The burn marks here were particularly serious. Almost all the walls were burned to a pitch black color, and rows of deformed lockers were placed along the walls.
A few beams of skylight shine down from the hollow skylight on the roof, illuminating the gray flakes flying in the air.
Sean frowned in the shadows: "My soul tentacles clearly felt burning just now. Why didn't I find any flames when I came up?"
In order to verify that it was not his hallucination, Sean tried to diffuse his soul.
First, the soul felt a wave of heat coming over him, and everything in front of him suddenly burned violently. Dozens of people who were burned black and whose flames were not extinguished stood facing Sean.
Sean's soul suddenly retracted. There are still dark walls in front of me, flying ash, flames and burned people are gone.
Sean's nerves suffered a strong shock, and he was suddenly sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
"What was that?!" Beads of sweat fell from Sean's forehead. He seemed to have traveled back to the scene of the fire, but it felt very strange.
He recalled it and soon discovered something strange: he could hear the sound of flames burning, but those who were burned by the flames just looked at themselves quietly without any movement or making any sound.
This feeling is too weird.
However, Sean quickly calmed down, because his reason told him that if there was danger here, it would have already happened when he stepped onto the third floor or saw the fire scene through the symbols, so he would not let him go. I have stayed here for so long.
Moreover, in addition to discovering that the people who were burned did not make any sound, Sean also discovered something keenly. He closed his eyes and recalled the scene just now. That was the only calm thing in the turbulent flames... He saw a pair of eyes.
Those people were covered in flames, and every inch of their skin was turned into charcoal. Only their eyes could prove that they were once human beings.
Those eyes stared at him, and Sean knew that they wanted to say something.
"They seem to want to tell me something!" Sean suddenly realized.
He looked around and found no danger; at the thought of witnessing the fire scene again, his instinct was somewhat resisting. Sean could only take a few deep breaths, suppress his emotions, and put his soul into the symbol...
The whirring sound of burning flames sounded in his ears, and the heat wave hit him. Sean slowly opened his eyes.
The dozens of burned-out people, covered in flames, stood quietly in the burning room.
This time, Sean took a closer look and realized that judging from their body shape and height, these people seemed to be women.
Moreover, it's not that they don't make a sound, it's that they can't make a sound - only a few wrinkles remain on their charred faces where their mouths should be.
They have no mouths and no sound...
Letting the flames rage on their bodies, they looked at Sean silently, as if complaining about their experiences.
Just when Sean couldn't bear the heat and wanted to withdraw from this weird perspective, dozens of women raised their hands at the same time, pointing in the same direction from different angles.
Sean squinted his eyes and looked in the direction they were pointing. There was an iron box placed there.
After exiting the soul vision, Sean violently retched.
People have the ability to empathize, and watching their own kind being burned, Sean's mind was severely impacted, and even induced a violent physical reaction.
He vomited out almost all the bread and sausages he had eaten before, and the intense feeling of vomiting made him sober up a little.
"Those are not vengeful spirits, vengeful spirits are not so silent," Sean recalled the faceless things wailing in the spirit room on Central Avenue. "Those poor women did not continue to be tortured. What just seemed to be a A symbolic scene...
“But what does that mean?
“Covered-up martyrs?
“People who can’t tell what happened to them?
"It's very possible. However, there is too little information at the moment. We will conduct an in-depth investigation later on what happened here.
"Now..." Sean's eyes focused on the iron box, "I have to see what's there."
Sean forced himself to stand up, walked through the beams of light cast by the skylight, walked to the innermost wall, and looked at the iron box.
This is also an object that was burned beyond recognition by fire. It may have been used to store textiles or sundries before.
Sean smelled something bad. "What is in here..." As he spoke, he opened the lid of the iron box.
Inside the box was the body of a young woman with a purple exterior and bulging limbs.
Sean just felt a little dizzy and wanted to identify it, but he didn't dare to identify it.
He first saw the thick and long braids on her head, and the dress she liked to wear with a lace collar and lilies embroidered on the skirt. Sean once laughed at her that this dress was a bit tacky, but she liked it very much.
Now, this white skirt is covered with blood stains. Because it has been stuffed in this box for too long, the blood stains have turned black.
Then he saw countless scars on her body, as if she had been scratched countless times by sharp blades, and the skin and flesh were torn all over her body, including her face.
Oh, that face. Sean's eyes became blurry without realizing it. The face was also cut with several long and deep cuts with a knife, and the small nose was also missing.
Since she had been dead for a while, there was already putrid gas in her body, and her whole body was swollen, as if she had gained weight.
Sean fell to the ground.
"Aaliyah..."
He didn't expect that the worst-case scenario that he had never dared to think about would be hit directly without any expectation.
