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Preface to the murder of Wuyue Mansion in Ayatsuji Yukito On Saturday, August 30th, 2008, a wonderful building-Wuyue Mansion, sleeping in the mountains, has a mysterious family living in its gorgeous interior. During the visit to this lakeside mansion, a group of eight people from the "Dark Sky" Troupe, who was accidentally caught in a snowstorm, began a nightmare beyond reality. Beiyuan's nursery rhyme Rain, like the devil's whisper, indicates a bloody murder tragedy; At the same time, the mysterious building itself, Wuyue House, seems to have some inexplicable magic, and the tragedy it implies has actually come true. Facing the malice of Blizzard Villa, how can a frightened visitor get out of the corner?

The rhythm of murder is gradually accelerated with the lullaby, and the prediction of death also appears quietly in nursery rhymes. ...

"It's raining, it's raining, I want to play outside, there is no umbrella, and the leg strap of the red clogs is broken."

The first murder scene was in an octagonal greenhouse. The twisted body was completely wet by the watering can hanging above. The most incongruous thing is the red clogs next to the body and a book of poetry in Kitahara. ...

"Rain, rain, don't play in the house again. Let's fold colored paper and play origami games. "

The second murder took place in the fountain lake in the square. The dead woman was wearing a bright yellow dress, clinging to the stone statue on the lake, with a purple paper crane in her abdomen. ...

"Imitation killing" refers to imitating lyrics or novel content to arrange killing scenes. These two murders in Wuyuefu are typical imitation killings! The murderer looked for the inspiration of killing in Beiyuan's nursery rhyme Rain, and followed each paragraph to capture the rhythm of killing. ...

Why did the murderer choose to imitate the nursery rhyme rain to kill people? What's the motive?

What is even more frightening is that the nursery rhyme Rain has five lyrics. So, will there be three murders next? No one dares to think about it. ...

Wuyue Mansion is also a sleeping building against the times, and the author also mentioned that the times are changing too fast.

"The pace of time is still very short ..."

"There are ambiguous premonitions everywhere, and all people and things are like being possessed and heading for the end of the century."

"From the moment we were born, we went to death; The world as a whole is the same. "

"The world is really moving towards that doomed moment and accelerating. Unless the orientation of today's civilization is completely changed, such rapid progress cannot be stopped. No, even if the directionality is completely changed and a new directionality is generated, I am afraid that the end of this new directionality is only the end of another form. The time left in this world must not be as long as everyone still believes. "

"I often think impatiently, is it necessary to worry so much? However, if I want to return to my thoughts, I can't help falling into the torrent of madness, which really makes me anxious. "

The murderer, the crime he directed turned out to be a creative act. He had no interest in "life", but "death" was full of charm for him. He is such an emotional person. The scenery he pursues is the kind of beauty that is frozen, and will be preserved forever when things are at their best. Pursuing perfection, he can't stand anything imperfect;

"You people don't know to cherish good things. True beauty must not be decadent. If a beautiful thing itself has no ability to prevent decay, we must help it. "

Attach a catalogue and the relationship between people.

catalogue

preface

The first scene is a dark canopy.

Act II Blizzard Mountain Villa

Imitation of rain in the third act

One minute at halftime.

Act iv origami game

Act V Lonely Pheasant

Act VI The human figure lies down.

Halftime two

Act VII Escape from the Internet

end

Age when the number in brackets is 1986 1 1 month.

Visit "Wudu Building"

Yalinaka Akisaya with a gun.

-Director of Dark Sky Troupe (33)

Namo Nashi

-"Dark Sky" actor's real name is Matsuo Shigeki) (29)

Kai xingyan, Garfield.

-"Dark Sky" actor, whose real name is Aida Teruo)(26)

Sakaki Yuta

-"Dark Sky" actor, whose real name is Lino Imisulu (23)

Lu ye mei du Ji

-"Dark canopy" actress, real name is Cattori Mitsuki) (25 years old)

Junzaki orchid

-"Dark Sky" actress, real name is Luo Zhenhuan Nagano) (24)

Nomto Ayaka

-"Dark Sky" actress's real name is Xia Mei (19)

Ryuichi Hayashi

-The real name of "I" in the gun friend story is Sasaki Naoko) (30)

Lonicera plants.

Medical practitioners (59)

Residents in Wudu Mansion

Shiraishi Hideyiro.

-The Mist Master Through the Building

Naruse Takashi

housekeeper

Izeki Yuekou

-Chef

Tian Ye Ayumi (Bemba Ayumi)

physician-in-charge

Sunega Kuzi

manservant

-the mysterious figure who lives in Wuyue Mansion

Note: Who is in a good mood to study their names? There is a big conspiracy among them. ....

preface

The wind is blowing from a distance.

The timbre is very sad, as if the mountains armed with syllables are whispering in winter; It is also like a huge animal from another world, crying because it lost its way and missed the original world. Listening quietly, I feel a tingling emotion from the bottom of my heart.

The melody of that song began to ring deep in my ears, like singing with the wind; Just like the music quietly played by the wind itself.

The melody is also very sad, and it is a song worth remembering; I heard it a long time ago-when I was a child. Did you learn it in primary school music class, or did my mother once sing it to me? I'm afraid everyone born and raised in this country has heard this famous nursery rhyme.

I hummed the lyrics and melody of this song, thinking of the person who was destroyed by this song.

For this song ...

Four years ago, on that day in the same season, it seemed that an invisible rope pulled us towards the house, and then an unusual serial murder happened.

There is something incredible in that house that is completely divorced from real life. Modern science may completely deny it or give a different explanation. But it doesn't matter, because as long as our subjective consciousness directly related to that event agrees that it does exist, that's all. In fact, that song can be said to symbolize the incredible idea of owning a house.

I think of that person, because I knew the existence of this idea, tried to surpass it, and finally ruined myself.

It's been four years.

The pace of time is unprecedented. From the 1980s to the 1990s, the world has changed so fast that people are dazzled. Even living in this unchanging country where slogans of "peace" and "prosperity" can be seen everywhere, we can clearly hear the gasps of the times, as if possessed by something and heading for the end of the century. This unusual acceleration has pushed people like me into an autistic state.

Four years. I'm 34 years old. Six months ago, I got a slight illness and had my first operation. Let me deeply realize that I am no longer young; The body wrapped in fragile spirit has passed its heyday and started to move in the established direction. It is also an indisputable fact that the weak belief that exists in my heart to some extent has also been shaken.

The wind roared in the distance; That song is repeated endlessly.

Four years ago, I went to Ye Xiang Station in Xinzhou Mountain Area.

There is no one else in the waiting room. The fluorescent lamp on the ceiling is surprisingly bright; The walls are as white as if they had been repainted recently; There are some beautiful sightseeing posters on the bulletin board.

Great changes have taken place in the appearance of this ancient station building in the past four years. In a few weeks-no, it should be around next week, and there will be a large number of young tourists coming to ski.

Not strong enough wooden frame window, shaking the glass coldly. I felt that the indoor temperature began to drop rapidly, so I couldn't help putting my hand in front of the oil heater. However, the oil heater has not been ignited yet.

Four years ago-1986165438+10/5.

When I took out the last cigarette from the crushed cigarette case, I slowly reached out and tried to stop the clock hands from moving in my heart. In this way, casually open your eyes and look out the window at the place where darkness is coming-

At present, it began to snow, as if repeating that day, the beginning of that event.

It has been snowing.

There is still some time before sunset, but maintaining the absolute brightness of vision is close to the darkness of night. The snow kept falling, trying to cover the dark space sprayed with ink with pure white particles. Snow, riding the cold wind, is flying wildly and violently.

After a while, the cold wind cut his face like a sharp blade. Sharp whistle, roaring in the ears that have become hot and paralyzed before feeling cold or pain.

The essence of "mountain" is only to show explicit hostility to the eight of us lost in her arms.

Trapped in the accumulated snow, my feet can't move, and the fingers of my right hand carrying my backpack have frozen and fallen off. The snow piled on the eyelashes began to melt, and the line of sight was cold and blurred. Every time I breathe, the cold will burn my throat. Consciousness becomes hazy in cold and fatigue, and the sense of direction and time is out of normal state.

No one dares to mention the word "loss", perhaps even the strength is gone, but "loss" is indeed an undeniable fact.

Why did it turn into such a situation?

I know it's no use thinking about this question now. However, I still can't help asking.

A few hours ago-in the afternoon, when we set off from the hotel, let alone snow. In late autumn, the sky is clear, and Wan Li can't even see a cloud. I went to Xinzhou for the first time this season, and it was sunny for two or three days, which was completely different from our vague imagination. Even the endless, towering brown mountain gently stretched out its hands and greeted us.

However-

It all started when the skin of the neck felt the wind strangely cold. At first, everyone didn't have any ominous premonition, and continued to walk on the unpaved monastic road, winding and starting downhill. After a long time, I don't know who said "it's getting colder". Then, everyone looked back at the sky and saw that a dark cloud suddenly appeared on the other side of the mountain and began to drift to the sky here. The speed is fast, like a large amount of paint sprinkled on the canvas, spreading rapidly.

A cold wind roared by, and the reddish-brown larch shivered with cold. Gaunt and faded pine branches, white bamboo leaves covering the ground, issued a long scream of terror. The sky was soon covered with deep clouds, and then white crystals were spit out.

When it began to snow, people not only didn't worry, but also enjoyed the rare beauty of Tokyo and cheered. However, the weather deteriorated rapidly, and soon everyone fell into extreme anxiety.

It happened so suddenly that no one expected to face this situation. Just now, the scenery silently presented to us was still the nature with a growing autumn, but now it has become like flipping hands, making people feel lost in the virtual picture of ancient horror movies, lacking realism.

In this sudden snowstorm, there is no choice but to keep your feet forward. Of course, I still have optimistic hope in my heart-if I walk like this for another hour, I should be able to reach the urban area, so as long as I get through this, I can escape the danger of being trapped.

but

Snow no longer falls from the air, but pours out from the air in waves. For us, it has become a terrible demon, which not only blocks our sight, but also takes away our body temperature. We can feel that our bodies and spirits are being persecuted bit by bit.

It was too late when I found that I had gone the wrong way somewhere. The fatigue accumulated before this and the judgment dulled by the snow around us made us even forget to discuss a countermeasure and turn back to the original road. In that state, it's like being tightly fastened by some kind of spell. I know clearly in my heart that if I go on like this, I will probably never get to this city, but I will continue on the same road. This can be said to be a kind of abnormal movement struggling in despair and expectation, and even self-abuse.

The road is getting narrower and narrower, and it is not clear whether it is uphill or downhill. Everyone was covered in snow and walked silently. At this rate, sooner or later, someone will fail to keep up with the team.

Just then-

Something suddenly appeared in the infinite monotonous white, and I couldn't help but stop.

The strong wind blew in the opposite direction, and the snow hit the face like a cold bullet. Although it is not very painful, it also makes people unable to open their eyes. So, we walked back and forth with our eyes under our feet all the time (I think this may be one of the reasons for going the wrong way). The sudden change stimulated a corner of my frozen retina.

"What is it, Latato?"

In the gun directly behind me, it was clearly the Mid-Autumn Festival, and a sentence was thrown. I feel like I haven't heard a human voice for a long time.

"Look." I took my left hand out of my snowy, hard, rattling pocket and pointed it slowly in that direction.

On both sides of the gently curved road ahead, sparse birch trees stand, and the falling snow in front of them is blocked in the Woods. I tried to open my eyes and cheer up to see what it was.

The wind changed direction slightly, and the snow on the face eased a little.

Snowflakes fell obliquely in the darkness. From the cracks in the snow, you can see that it is covered with a light gray suede, and there seems to be a crisp sound on the suede.

I think it might be the sound of water.

Thinking about it, my frozen heavy feet took another step like being possessed. It did not get lost in the desert. In this case, what is identified as "water" can't be the savior at all, but I feel inexplicably excited.

I covered my eyes with my right hand and walked slowly. Velvet, which stands in the ancient biological birch forest, gradually shows the whole picture with my progress.

It was water. What I heard was the slight sound of the wind blowing over the water.

"It's a lake." Cold and stiff mouth, climb out of this lip.

"Lake?" Yougao, who walked in front, looked back at me. It sounds like he is venting his anger. "What's the use of that kind of thing!"

"No, you see," said the gun standing side by side with me, raising his hand and pointing straight ahead. "Look at that!"

"Hey? Ah, "almost neigh voice, rushed to the throat.

A lake in front of the forest-not just a lake; It's not just that!

As if someone had specially arranged a wonderful time, at this moment, the wind suddenly stopped for a moment. The sudden silence surrounded us standing in the snow, which was a little creepy.

We can't help but wonder about our eyes and whether what we see is an illusion brought by the white devils. That feeling is really strange. It seems to break through the barrier of time and space and come to another world; It's like being thrown into a spectacular dream. Terms like "mirage" and "group hypnosis" flashed through my mind.

In addition to the lake extending in the dark snow scene, there is a huge western-style building protruding from the light gray lake, or it should be said that it is semi-floating on the lake. Not that kind of cottage in the mountains; Not the kind of villa that is not very impressive, but this magnificent building that is unlikely to appear in the deep mountains.

That building is like a giant bird, falling from the sky with falling snowflakes, spreading its wings and resting by the lake. In the black outline, the lights are a little bit. The flashing lights are more beautiful than the neon lights at any night I have ever seen.

The wind soon picked up again, breaking the short silence.

However, this building still stands still in the snowstorm and has great weight. This is definitely not a dream, nor is it an illusion.

"Ah ..." The deep sigh turned white because of the cold and was caught in the wind. "Saved."

The rescued ... other people's mouths have also popped out such a sentence.

This is the scene where eight of us, under the arrangement of fate, meet the incredible house called "Wudu Mansion".

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