They quickly returned to the murder scene, where Bendis was still waiting with his two children in his arms. This shadowy creature seems to hate the sun so much that it huddles completely under the shade of a tree.
"What is that?" it asked after Jing Huang landed.
Jing Huang was holding the book in his hand - which had been confirmed to be the diary of the deceased - and the painting with a sinister meaning. He glanced at Bendis and said, "The man-wolf has been killed. This is what the murderer left behind."
Bendis twisted his head slightly, seeming to consider his words.
"The murderer..." it whispered, "didn't you kill that wolf?"
"No, he had been dead for a while when I found the place. I don't know who did it for heaven, leaving only a layer of skin for the wolf. I also burned the body, and this matter is almost over... But what should I do with this brat? Just stay at your place?"
"No," Bendis replied, "His mother works for the Alliance, and the White Tower will send someone to house him."
Jing Huang looked at Qiqi.
"Hey kid," he said, "the wolf who killed your mother is dead. From now on, you just stay within the alliance and don't go to Yolu's territory anymore - people like you who have been attacked, the soul is the most It’s unstable and can easily attract restless things.”
Qiqi looked at him confusedly, seemingly unable to understand the content of his words. The girl on the other side chuckled.
"This is what is called karma, Qiqi." She said.
Jing Huang glanced at her.
"It would be better for you to isolate this brat as soon as possible." He said to Bendis, "If the people of the Silent School go crazy, it is not something that low-level monsters like you can control. Then you will not only set yourself on fire. , and also involve the whole house of children."
Bendis held the two children silently, like the shadow of a lonely pine tree.
Jing Huang said nothing more. Together they returned to the pine tree where they came from, crawled through the deep tree cave, and returned to the bright yellow brick road.
"Now that this matter is over," Bendis said, "please allow me to leave first."
He hugged two young children and disappeared quietly at the end of the street. Looking at this scene, Luo Binhan had mixed feelings, and then suddenly remembered something.
"Don't we also have a little one here?" He grabbed Momolo and asked, "Where did he go on Saturday? Is he still in the hotel?"
"Senior Zhouba is right behind you, Mr. Luo," Momolo said.
Luo Binhan looked back in horror. Zhouba was standing by the pine tree, playing with a small golden ball he got from nowhere. She held the ball in her arms and looked at Luo Binhan harmlessly.
"No hug!" Luo Binhan replied in horror.
After finding Saturday they continued on to their next destination. During this period, Luo Binhan was distracted and often hid behind Momolo and peeked at Zhou Ba. However, the little girl just walked very normally, and sometimes had to hold Yaleriga's hand to keep up.
"Hey, Mo," he whispered to Momolo, "what the hell is August?"
"Senior Zhouba is a human being." Momolo said with a wink.
"...Then why don't you let her be your human body?"
Momolo immediately showed a solemn expression: "Fighting for peace is a great and arduous cause, Mr. Luo. We will not let minors be involved in such a cruel fate!"
"Then please let me go." Luo Binhan said, "I'm just a fucking twenty-six-year-old kid!"
They came to a fountain. This time Jing Huang threw a coin into the pool and then played the harp on the top of the pool. The water parted, revealing a tunnel at the bottom.
At the end of the tunnel is a very dreamy lake. The water surface is colorful, as colorful as a rainbow. The lakeside is covered with calamus and floating roses, and the lavender flowers are swaying in the mist.
The intoxication caused by the beautiful scenery quickly dissipated when they reached the lake pavilion.
There were dark brown bloodstains all over the pavilion, and the crab-shaped white stone pillar foundation had a large chip, as if it had been hit by some high-speed small object. Jing Huang bent down and groped under the seat, and took out two round bullet casings and a few strands of animal hair stained with blood.
"It should be cat hair." He then said after rubbing it a few times.
He walked to the entrance of the pavilion and sang a song. After a while, several mermaids emerged from the water and looked at the pavilion from a distance. They were different from the picture albums Luo Binhan saw. Except for their slippery appearance, they looked very much like humans.
Jing Huang sang for a while, and the mermaids finally gave up their worries and cautiously moved closer to the pavilion. They only got closer to about five steps, and then they let out a soft, dolphin-like cry at Jing Huang.
"Don't you know any foreign languages?" Jing Huang said.
The mermaids looked at each other. One of them, a female with algae hair, put her webbed hands on her hips dissatisfiedly and splashed with waves of water.
"...Okay. Use dialects freely, as long as you are happy."
Jing Huang stretched out the cat hair in his hand towards them: "Do you recognize this?"
The mermaids began to stir, and finally a strong male took the initiative to move forward. He shook off his wet hair as dark green as waterweed, and stretched out his scaly hand towards Jing Huang.
Jing Huang held hands with him. The mermaid closed her eyes, as if reviewing some kind of information. After a long while, he seemed to make a judgment, so he started singing in a high-pitched voice.
To Luo Binhan, it sounded like a song that had no trace of language at all and was purely expressed in tone. He asked Momolo in confusion: "What is this?"
"The Essen mermaids are a race that communicates with their hearts, Mr. Luo." Momolo replied, "As long as the skin is in contact, they can read your mental state and understand whether you have any ill intentions towards them. If you are willing, you can You can talk to them this way.”
Luo Binhan couldn't help but feel a little curious about this method of communication. However, he has not been able to get rid of the psychological shadow caused by the mermaid album, and he is not willing to let others read his thoughts.
The mermaid's song continued gracefully and seemed to never stop. Luo Binhan quickly lost his sense of freshness and began to look around. He first found Zhou Ba who was squatting by the pavilion playing with water, and then he found Yaleriga hiding in the pavilion and reading the diary of the human wolf.
He leaned over and asked, "What is written in it?"
Yaleriga had no intention of blocking it and allowed Luo Binhan to read together beside her. The text on the page was extremely clear and correct, belonging to a common language that Luo Binhan recognized.
The first diary he read contained only a few lines:
I am sick. I have a severe headache, I'm always afraid of light, and I can't stand the wind. Bila said I was overworked, but I don't think so. I was bitten by that strange dog last week when I was on a business trip to Elfland. I'm worried about some virus it carried. I made an appointment for a checkup next week, hoping it's nothing serious.
Yaleriga continued to scroll down. Her reading speed was so fast that Luo Binhan couldn't keep up. He could only roughly understand that the next few articles were about the diarist's work and life worries. This seemed to be a person who had a very regular life. He kept writing diaries frequently, but always very briefly, as if he regarded this as some kind of routine task.
The diarist saw a doctor the following week, but no physical pathology was found. The doctor prescribed him some sedative drugs and cautiously suggested that he undergo another test for psychic phenomena. He declined based on financial and time considerations.
Then things started to get worse. He began to suffer from insomnia at night, was addicted to eating raw meat, and even scratched the wall panels uncontrollably. His hair and nails are growing faster and faster. He found that the light by the window looked more and more like a full moon to him, and his girlfriend who slept next to him every night smelled mouth-watering.
That was the beginning of bad things, he wrote in his diary. Some force was changing his body and mind. Now he had to believe he was cursed. He no longer had to worry about career development and financial pressure, and just wanted to seek professional help as soon as possible——
The increasingly frantic writing stopped here, and the diary was only half used. Yaleriga continued to look back, leaving only blank pages for them.
"Is it gone?" Luo Binhan asked depressedly.
Yaleriga has reached the end. There were blood stains on the yellowish pages, and she gently peeled off the glued pages.
There was only a blood-red animal claw printed there.
