The waves at night were undulating, blood red almost directly above the seemingly still sea.
The white wolf huddled quietly on top of the cliff by the sea, its shining blue eyes glowing with a bloodthirsty scarlet color.
Agnes's consciousness returned to her body. At that moment, an unbearable sense of illusion and a desire for blood surrounded her entire consciousness, making the white wolf who was originally just standing on the top of the cliff unable to bear it. Curl up.
Staring at the red moon in the sky with her shining blue eyes, she clearly felt that under the illumination of the full moon, the spirituality that was constantly revitalizing and rising filled the entire world, and along with the energetic perception of the surrounding world, Agnes suddenly felt a strange emptiness.
She felt her body was silent and cold, like a mummy that had been frozen for a long time. She felt that her heart, her lungs, and almost all her organs were dissolving and disappearing. She even felt that soon her body would become an empty shell with only skin, and then turn into wisps of mist and spread to the surrounding areas. in the air.
But she knew it was just her imagination.
Agnes's reason clearly told her that her body was still substantial and possessed far more vitality than ordinary people. As long as someone else, or she herself, cuts open the skin and muscles of her abdomen and uncovers the omentum covering all the internal organs, she can see the tender flesh that is crowded together underneath and represents vitality. intestines. As long as you're careful, the process won't even bleed much.
Of course, the cuts need to be made a little faster, or maybe a little something is needed to inhibit the healing of the wound. Otherwise, the wounds on the skin and muscles will heal quickly under the strong self-recovery power, leaving only little bits of blood as proof of the trauma.
Agnes could not suppress her thoughts, and she almost tried her best to find proof that she had not disappeared. She couldn't help but have the idea of using injuries to find evidence that she was still alive in this world, even though she knew it was abnormal for her to have such an idea.
Agnes knew that this was just her hallucination, derived from some kind of delusion of nothingness and negation. She clearly knew that this feeling was definitely the price of using the power that she could not use originally - a kind of will and psychological barrier.
Agnes even knew why she was so crazy.
The "waiter" Bernie who he had just transformed disappeared into thin air in this act, which in a sense was similar to the essence of "divine descent", and was even directly and completely assimilated by the power, with no trace of body or consciousness remaining. .
In this process, Agnes clearly received all the feelings of Bernie's consciousness about his own body - Agnes did not feel that this feeling was any different.
If there is any difference, relatively speaking, Bernie's consciousness did not last long in this process. Before his body collapsed, his consciousness had been completely transformed, and then turned into a gray-black mist. part.
To be honest, Agnes was actually quite surprised - she originally thought that Bernie's body would only last a shorter time. After all, his body had already begun to collapse from the moment he pronounced his honorable name.
To be honest, Bernie's body was able to support Agnes to solve the Bodivian matter and then follow the traces to find the culprit. It was completely beyond Agnes' expectations. Although when Agnes found the other party At that moment, Bernie had vanished into thin air.
"Maybe we can call it, walking dead syndrome?" Agnes thought a little funny to herself.
Agnes suddenly thought of the broken walking corpse she had never seen, the crew member who left the diary on the Silver Rose, and Bernie who turned into gray-black mist.
"To a certain extent, Bernie died the fastest and most simply?" She stared at the blood-red full moon still hanging in the sky, thinking with some boredom in her heart.
"It seems like I suddenly lost my sense of reality."
Agnes carefully felt the irritability that had always existed in her heart, as well as the boiling desire for blood and killing. These feelings were mixed with the feeling of nothingness, so that she couldn't help but feel... Thought - why not try yourself to see if it bleeds?
...
Miss Gregory slowly opened her eyes in the pale winter sunlight.
The monastery is peaceful. The morning light shining through the stained glass windows is like the colorful wings of a butterfly, and a slightly moist breath permeates the air. The screams and wails from last night seemed to never exist, but she could still feel some residual dancing sensation in her arms and legs.
She sat upright on the bench in the chapel and looked around.
She didn't find the little boy who sent her to the monastery yesterday. She only saw a nun who looked at least fifty or sixty years old. Her gray eyes looked a little sad and her face looked a little tired.
"You..." Miss Gregory spoke subconsciously, but had to stop under the old nun's gaze because she suddenly didn't know what she wanted to say.
But the old nun just looked at her with pure compassion, and then said: "I'm sorry, I..."
Miss Gregory stood up subconsciously and covered her ears.
She covered her ears and backed away slowly, but her eyes did not leave the old nun's eyes.
Miss Gregory was a little flustered. The chapel of the convent was not big, and the ground paved with some oversized stone bricks was not smooth. She tripped and fell to the ground, and the rough stone surface rubbed her Another mark was added to the smooth skin of the palm.
The old nun stood up, and Miss Gregory subconsciously got up and turned around and ran out.
...
"What about Miss Susanna Gregory?"
"She," Wentz sighed, pinching his eyebrows with one hand, "she is lucky, but also very unfortunate."
"Lucky that I wasn't killed by the zombies, lucky that we eliminated the pollution in advance, lucky that I left home early, and that I didn't lose my mind to the sound of drums."
"But she is indeed very unfortunate..." Wentz fell silent. He paused for a long time before saying, "She has no relatives."
"This is our responsibility, our incompetence." He finally said with certainty, "The conspiracy started a few months ago, and the seeds were planted in everyone who went to Newlin Manor..."
"Yes, this is our responsibility." A deep voice interrupted him, and the tall figure stood up and looked at his empty palms.
"But she still needs to be examined first." His Excellency the Blessed One said in a low voice, "We can't be careless..."
"After all, we have been walking on the edge of a cliff, and the abyss of depravity has always been hidden around us."
