In addition to the book, Lin Mo also found something very strange.

A blood-red phone.

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

But this call is clearly unusual.

Because at first, Lin Mo didn't find this thing at all, and it was the sudden ringing of the phone that caught his attention.

In this gloomy church, the jingle of the phone was especially harsh.

It's hard not to notice.

Ordinary people may be afraid, or even deliberately ignore it.

Lin Mo no.

He had to figure out what was going on.

So following the sound, I found this phone in a dark room behind a wall.

The phone continued to ring at this moment.

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

Because the phone exudes a black gas that is visible to the naked eye.

It was full of terrifying resentment and malice.

very powerful.

If it is an ordinary person, it may immediately fall into a state of madness when touched.

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

There is this call, who is calling?

Thinking about it, it's quite emotional.

Observe first.

There is only one phone, no phone lines.

It was obviously a call from metaphysics, the kind that science has no way of explaining.

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

Because the victims are the "talkers" here, and they have the highest status and power in this church.

And the phone rang for so long, and no one else came in to see it.

Now Lin Mot wondered who made the call.

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

Do you want to take it?

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

"I'm upset when I hear this voice, you don't pick me up."

Sister Yue thought of it.

Lin Mo reached out and stuffed her back.

"Don't, Sister Yue, sleep a little longer, or I'll take it."

Lin Mo felt that what Sister Yue said was very reasonable. If she wanted to know who was calling, she would not know after the call.

So Lin Mo stretched out his hand and picked up the red phone with a black aura.

Stopped on the phone.

Lin Mo put the microphone to his ear.

The next moment, an incredible thing happened.

Lin Mo found that the surrounding scenery had changed.

First, the billowing black mist enveloped the surroundings, but when the black mist dissipated, Lin Mo found himself sitting beside a long table with a strange shape.

And around, is a huge space.

The long table is extruded from countless bones, and it can definitely be called a work of art.

Lin Mo subconsciously moved the phone away.

In an instant, he was back at the previous church.

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

Reach the long table again.

This time, Lin Mo watched carefully.

He was sitting in a high-backed chair, and there was more than one high-backed chair on either side of the long table.

Roughly speaking, there must be at least dozens of them.

And on some chairs, a shadow has been made.

The black shadow can't see clearly, only an outline can be seen, and every shadow exudes a strong breath.

Lin Mo shrank back.

What's the situation?

telephone conference?

A bit like.

But it should be the dark version of the conference call. At this moment, apart from finding that the environment in which he is located has changed, no human voice can be heard in the receiver.

There are only faint bursts of electrical noise.

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

These Lin Mo know nothing.

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

What to do now, Lin Mo didn't know.

Observe first.

At this moment, Lin Mo's mind was spinning fast.

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

Does that mean that they are all the same.

From here, they are all shadows, so the other party should see themselves as shadows.

If this is the case, then the best way is naturally to observe calmly, take a look first and then talk about it.

So Lin Mo was so concerned and daunted, sat down on the high-back chair without saying a word, and just watched secretly.

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

At the end, most of the seats had their owners, and all kinds of terrifying auras collided with each other for a while. This scene fits the description of the dance of demons very well.

Judging from the kind of terrifying atmosphere, everyone here is afraid that there is no good person.

In fact, Lin Mo mainly focused on the seats in front of the long table.

Those seats are also high-back chairs.

But bigger.

The seat back is higher.

Also more gorgeous.

Generally, this situation means that the status is higher.

There are not many 'deluxe' chairs, seven, half of them are shadowed at the moment, and there are still a few vacant.

At this moment, one after another terrifying breath descended, and the seven luxury chairs were filled in an instant.

"Now, have a meeting!"

A hoarse, low voice came from the telephone receiver.

The sound was like a thorn, and the eardrum of the thorn hurt.

Lin Mo held back.

It was obvious that he couldn't quit now, or he would definitely be found out.

"Now everyone needs to do one thing. Several outsiders have entered the eleventh district. I want you to find them and kill them immediately."

The voice in the telephone receiver said.

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

Lin Mo looked at the two figures very seriously.

"It's like me and Xiao 6."

Look again.

"Come on, it's not like, it's just like that."

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

Moreover, a lore order was issued.

Very lucky.

When these guys were discussing this matter, they were known by themselves, otherwise they would be attacked by others without knowing why.

Lin Mo especially wanted to ask, are we recruiting you or provoking you, why did we issue a lore order?

But there is no way to ask that.

Asked for direct exposure.

As a result, Lin Mo didn't ask. During the on-site meeting, there were other beings who asked.

A hoarse, old woman's voice rang out.

"Can I ask, why do you want to kill them?"

Lin Mo was overjoyed.

Good question.

I also want to know.

So he listened carefully.

The voice that said the lore order before was obviously a little puzzled.

"Meng Tianshen, why are you asking this?"

"Just curious." The old woman's voice carried a kind of persistence.

The voice paused.

But still explained.

"They broke into the lab and discovered secrets that couldn't be discovered, so they had to die."

This explanation is actually the same as no explanation.

But it can keep other people's mouths shut.

Meng Tianshen did not ask again.

Obviously 'approved' the answer.

Lin Mo wanted to ask at this moment, if I discover any secrets, I have to die? I don't even know what secrets I've discovered. Isn't this what you want to do?

Or is it just that the other party just found a reason to kill himself and Xiao 6?

Lin Mo calmed down for a while, thinking that this possibility is not very likely.

It can be seen that it is not so easy to hold this 'conference conference'.

This shows that it is indeed touching the opponent's weakness.

The problem Lin Mo really didn't know what he found.

Or are these people misunderstood?

"Understood, they thought me and Xiao 6 found something."

Lin Mo straightened out this mess of problems.

Only this possibility.

In addition, it is a personal grievance, but Lin Mo just came to this place, even if there is an enemy, he will kill him directly, how can he be hated by others, and he even holds a special meeting.

So it must have been a misunderstanding.

It is estimated that the problem still occurs on the cat's side.

This was the only place Lin Mo felt strange and full of unknowns.

If you look at it this way, the person who held the conference call must also be very concerned about that area.

By now, Lin Mo has basically been able to determine what is participating in this meeting.

It must be all "gods" in this place, and it will have something to do with redemption.

Because of the phone he used, the "victim" was the owner; and he heard Meng Tianshen's name, and that voice was his cheap godmother.

That is, the one who took away Doudou.

That's enough to explain the problem.

And from their few words just now, Lin Mo had an inference.

about the eleventh district.

The godmother is indeed from District 11, and she is currently located in District 11.

The so-called eleven districts, in all likelihood, refer to neighboring countries.

The entire country belongs to the eleven districts.

It's like another rule for dividing areas, not defined by human society, but by the nightmare here.

If you count it like this, there are eleven districts, and so on, there must be ten districts and twelve districts.

Lin Mo was thinking about it, he felt someone patted him.

Turning his head, he saw a dark shadow on the seat next to him.

What does this mean?

Exposed yourself?

Lin Mo froze, all kinds of thoughts popped up in his heart.

The next moment, he saw the shadow secretly hand over a note.

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

Open it up and take a look.

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

Meeting again?

But how do you feel that the other party is sneaky.

The next moment Lin Mo reacted, the other party was definitely not talking to himself, but to the 'victims'.

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

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

See how the other person reacts.

Of course, doing so is more risky and easy to reveal.

Lin Mo felt that the risk was worth taking.

And because the other party is sneaky, even if he finds out that he has a problem, he probably won't point it out in person.

The other party looked at the note, obviously a little stunned.

It is estimated that he is guessing the meaning of Lin Mo's 'question mark'.

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

There are four numbers written on it.

"5144!"

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

The heart said what this guy is doing, is there anything he can't say more directly?

This gives four numbers, guess what?

Otherwise, draw a question mark and ask?

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

Soon, this conference call was over.

The main thing is to say one thing, kill yourself and Xiao 6.

Lin Mo has thought about it, he has to be careful in the future, or he will do it 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 cabin.

Then he looked at the phone, then reached out and dialed the four numbers 5144 at the dialing position.

The possibility that Lin Mo thought of just now was that this might be a phone number~lightnovelpub.net~ This possibility is very high.

So he decided to try it.

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

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

really.

This is the same as the private conference room. The number just now is the password of this conference room.

When Lin Mo found out that he came in, there were already a few shadows here.

"Sufferer, you finally came in." A voice came from the telephone receiver.

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

"Not much nonsense, let's also hold a meeting to discuss **** those new gods."

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