Hesta resisted the urge to vomit and leaned back, but the hand and the dead rat followed closely and were presented to her.
Dean Alma's two forearms wrapped with bandages were unusually thick. Through the thick gauze, Hestad could almost see the ups and downs of the pulse on her arms.
"Dean Alma...?" Hesta's face turned pale, "You...what the hell..."
Alma looked at Hesta, and the smile on her face gradually solidified. She first let out a surprised sigh, and then slowly lowered her head, causing half of her face to sink into shadow.
"Didn't you say you wanted to eat..."
For a moment, Hesta suddenly smelled a slight omen of death from the light and shadow. While Alma was still immersed in her soliloquy and did not act, the girl had quickly stood up and tried to rush towards the door.
"grid--"
She only had time to say one word when she called for help. Hesta felt a piece of fishy meat being stuffed into her mouth, and two thick arms came around from behind and clamped her neck and face.
Hesta's feet slowly struggled off the ground, and she was completely restrained in Alma's arms - the old man's body was unusually hot and extremely powerful.
"Eat, eat...my Jane, my good boy..."
The rancid meat juice seeped into Hesta's mouth, and she felt that everything in front of her eyes was turning blue. The dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen gradually made her hands and feet weak. The previously vague premonition of death suddenly turned into a thread. The thick curtain came down, it was airtight and as heavy as a thousand stones. At the moment when his consciousness was almost blurred, Hesta suddenly changed his previous action of trying to escape and moved his upper and lower jaws tightly towards the dead rat and Alma's arms. bite.
Four sharp tiger teeth instantly bit through the bandage on the old man's arm. Alma quickly raised the bitten hand, swung Hesta's whole body in a half circle, and threw it towards the wardrobe against the wall.
After a loud noise, Hesta fell heavily to the ground. Behind her, the cabinet door that had been smashed loose suddenly opened. Before Hesta could stand up, the naked Frasan had already fallen out of the closet. . Hesta instinctively reached out and caught her former partner.
Frasan's body was cold and she had obviously been dead for a long time. Hesta saw two densely packed stitches - a pair of crow's black wings, which were finely sewn onto Frasan's back.
"She is a little devil." Alma pointed to Frasan's body with a smile, "Look...she still has the devil's black feathers."
Hesta raised her head tremblingly. The elderly Alma was walking towards her step by step. However, what made Hesta tremble more than the terrifying smile on the old man's face was Alma's arm - the torn arm. The bandage was removed, revealing the real skin surface of the arm, which was as bright red as a lobster shell.
Chelation disease…
Hesta finally realized what everything in front of her meant: the person standing in front of her at this moment was no longer the gentle and loving dean of the past, but a demon who had been infected with chelitis and completely lost his mind.
But it was too late.
Alma caught Hesta again. This time she didn't try to stuff anything into the girl's mouth, but directly clamped her neck with her arms.
"Bad boy." The old man said indifferently, "Have you also learned to lie?"
Hot tears flowed from Hesta's eyes, and the frightening feeling of suffocation came again. Her fingers tightly grasped Alma's arm, but apart from tearing off more bandages on Alma's arm, this struggle did nothing at all. To no avail—until there was a blunt thud of something heavy.
The hand that had been squeezing her neck finally relaxed again.
Hesta fell heavily to the ground, coughing and wheezing violently. When she looked up again, she saw Sister Gerding bursting in at some point. The nun was holding a wooden stool in her hand, and the corner of the stool was stained with the blood from the back of Alma's head.
Gerding looked at the scene in front of him with a pale face, his arms trembling with unspeakable fear.
"Miss Gerding—" Hesta wanted to explain everything that happened here, but Sister Gerding raised her eyebrows and quickly interrupted her with a loud shout.
"Run!! Jane!"
The putrid smell, the scattered squirrel corpses, the dead Frasan, Alma who was trying to strangle Hesta, and those thick red arms...
——What she saw in front of her was enough for Sister Gerding to understand everything without anyone explaining it.
The nun waved her chair frantically, trying to attract Alma's attention in the narrow aisle.
"Run!! Run!! Jane!! Go to the police!!"
In extreme fear, Hesta felt that her hands and feet were becoming a little uncontrollable. She stood up on her hands and knees. However, in front of her, the direction leading to the main door was blocked by Alma and Miss Gerding. , it’s too difficult to rush out...
But the south window is still open!
Hesta jumped up to the dean's desk and only half leaned out of the window when he felt a sharp pain in his right ankle.
Alma shattered the wooden bench with her bare hands and took out a dagger from somewhere - she held the handle of the knife tightly with her four fingers that had been glued together, and stabbed Hestad's ankle accurately.
Hesta let out a low hiss of pain.
Sister Gerding, who was pushed to the ground, roared and rushed towards Alma. However, her strength was too weak. Even if she hugged Alma's waist, she could not drag the chelate away from the desk.
Seeing Alma's knife raised high again, Hesta felt that everything in front of her seemed to slow down - the air between her and Alma seemed to be suddenly filled with some kind of transparent gel, This invisible gel greatly slowed down Alma.
But in the extreme panic, she could hardly move, and could only watch Sister Gerding's right hand being cut off in half - the separation of bone and flesh was so clear in her eyes, she even saw clearly the gushing blood and blood. The cross-section of flesh and blood and the chelated dagger were immediately knocked to the ground not far away by Sister Gerding.
Chelate screamed in annoyance, casually took out a pen from the pen holder nearby, and stabbed Sister Gerding hard on the right shoulder.
"Miss Gerding!"
The nun let out a scream of pain and fell onto the table. She kept vomiting blood, her eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on her forehead were bulging.
"Go quickly..."
Gerdin stood up again and used his last strength to push Hesta out of the window.
The next moment, the window was tightly closed, and the softly lit glass window instantly spattered with frightening blood.
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Currently known information:
"Chelated bacteria" "chelation disease" "chelates"
Cheratosis is a disease caused by chelated bacteria. There is an incubation period of 1 to 2 months after infection.
In the early stages of infection, patients will experience symptoms such as persistent low mood, loss of appetite, insomnia or lethargy, laziness and weakness. At this stage, if patients take the initiative to detect and seek medical treatment, they can completely remove the pathogenic spores from the body through a series of complex biological treatments and restore health.
Once it enters the onset stage, it cannot be cured and the patient will become a complete "criminal". Their speed and strength will be greatly enhanced in a short period of time, and their criminal methods are directly affected by factors such as the patient's occupation, personality, hobbies, and important life experiences.
After onset, patients are usually able to remain active for 1 to 2 weeks, and then die quickly from hemorrhagic fever.
It is worth pointing out that although the patient still maintains the appearance of the original person after the onset of the disease, he has essentially become a puppet.
People call these extremely harmful organisms "chelates".
