"You don't want to?" Agnes frowned slightly and looked at the man who was walking away very lightly. She sighed helplessly: "Why did you run? It was obviously you who said so. We can trust each other.”
Len Rambo's face looked extremely ugly. He ignored Agnes's words and quickly retreated, his body gradually dissolving in the shadows.
"It turned out to be a cute little 'instigator'," Agnes laughed with a bit of malice. Her eyes followed the movement of Lun Rambo. She put a little force on her feet and quickly followed Lun. En Lambeau.
"The sound of your breathing, the sound of your heartbeat, and the smell of fresh flesh and blood on your body are like beacons of light in the dark night to me. The prey has been delivered to me. How can I let you run away?"
Before Agnes' outstretched hand touched Len Rambo, a dagger stained with blood stabbed Agnes' heart at a weird angle.
The sharp edge pierced the shirt on Agnes's shoulder, and the skin below almost felt the cold temperature of the dagger. It seemed that with just a little more force, it could pierce the skin and cut open the muscle and fat layers below.
But it was no longer possible. Agnes' hands that had transformed into a "werewolf" form had already broken off Len Rambo's wrist holding the dagger without hesitation. The sharp edge of the dagger passed through the fabric of the poor shirt, revealing the Some fair skin.
"That's a lot of force," Agnes said very sincerely, and the sharp nails on her other hand pierced Len Rambo's other wrist without hesitation: "But I chose The attack style and location weren't quite right...maybe for me."
Agnes waved the dagger she snatched from Lunn's hand with her other hand and said, "You seem to have made some mistakes in your judgment of my strength. You actually tried to attack my heart from the front. You really Have you ever been an 'assassin'? Or is it that the potion you took didn't give you this knowledge?"
Len Rambo blushed, perhaps because the wrist that was broken by Agnes was too painful.
Agnes dropped the dagger on the ground casually, then picked up Len Rambo and threw it on the blood-stained wooden platform on the side of the room.
"You were not 'persuaded' by me from the beginning, were you?" Len Rambo asked hoarsely with cold sweat on his head.
"No, no, no, how can you say that? I really hope we can trust each other." Agnes said with a bright smile.
"I also sincerely hope that you can become my work of art," Agnes raised her hand, lightly traced the side of Len Rambo's face with her index finger, and said slowly, "I just lack something like you."
"Madman!" The veins on the top of Len Rambo's head were unconsciously exposed, and he cursed viciously.
"You are slandering me," Agnes whispered with some dissatisfaction. She leaned down and said in Len Rambo's ear: "I am making my suggestion very sincerely. You are like this." His attitude really makes me sad.”
"But your opinion doesn't actually matter," Agnes laughed softly. Her sharp fangs pierced the skin on the side of Len Rambo's neck. The werewolf poison quickly entered the blood along the wound, and The toxins that entered his body from the wounds caused by his claws quickly transformed his body.
Len Rambo wailed miserably, and Agnes spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at him with disgust.
"Don't shout too loud. I don't want you to become hoarse from shouting and be unable to answer my questions when you become good again." Agnes covered Len Rambo's mouth with both hands and whispered. He whispered in his ear.
Len Rambo couldn't help but widen his eyes, reflecting the malice in Agnes's eyes and the weird and crazy smile on her lips.
Agnes stood up with a smile, no longer looking at Len Rambo, whose body was gradually distorting. She turned and walked towards Snow, who had been huddled in the corner of the prison. She frowned and turned Snow's body around. He reached out and patted Snow's cheek.
"Coma...pale face...cyanotic lips...cold and clammy skin..."
Agnes stretched out her hand to open Snow's closed eyes, then stretched out her hand to explore Snow's breath and feel the rise and fall of his chest. She reached out and used a little more force to open Snow's mouth. She couldn't help but frown. She smelled a smell that disgusted her. This smell she had smelled when she walked into Newlin Manor.
"Trismus...intermittent breathing...pupils have been dilated...I can't save him at all with my ability, let alone wake him up from coma." Agnes frowned slightly.
"There was no fatal trauma, and the symptoms were like poisoning. There were many injection needle holes on his arm, some had been there for a long time, some were new, plus the smell in his mouth... someone injected him What kind of drugs were used? Why does it look like an overdose of drugs was used to kill someone?"
"As for...killing people like this, does it mean that Snow has any secrets? Is this method related to the Silver Rose case?" Agnes narrowed her eyes slightly.
"It's a pity that I'm not good at channeling." Agnes sighed slightly. Although she had learned the channeling ritual, to be honest, the success rate has never been high.
"But now we can only give it a try. Fortunately, Snow is not completely dead now, and it is easy to get a response if he prays to the Mother Goddess. Len Rambo will be hiding here, and there is a high possibility that he will know the reason. , I have to ask later." Agnes took out several small brown bottles from the inner pocket of her leather jacket, and sprinkled chamomile hydrosol, nut essential oil and other materials around Snow's body in turn, and then maintained a meditative state. Recited in a low voice in Hermes:
"The master of all prosperity and ruin,"
"I pray for the strength of life,"
"I pray for my mother's favor,"
"I pray that you will allow me to communicate with Snow's spirit."
The low and ethereal voice echoed in this dark room. Agnes felt a soft and gentle power enveloped her. She felt that her spirituality slowly spread out under the guidance of this power, and a series of flashes flashed before her eyes. Different colors of brilliance, and finally saw a world that seemed a bit fragmented, and the shimmering storm outside was chaotic and abnormal.
Agnes knew in her heart that this represented Snow's "mental body", and the other party, who seemed to be on the verge of death, was in a very pessimistic state.
It seemed that she had to ask for the information she wanted as soon as possible, so Agnes immediately spread her spirituality through the "storm" that became increasingly chaotic.
Agnes saw Snow curled up on the ground, his body transparent and blurry.
