"Oh, a textbook dismemberment scene." Agnes couldn't help but clicked her tongue as she looked at the scene in front of her.
The various parts of the corpse in front of me have completely lost connection with each other. Only the thick blood dripping on the ground connects them like a symbol, and there is still a sense of flow.
The organs that were originally inside were neatly placed near the corpse, giving it a strange sense of ritual.
Small drops of bright red splashed on the walls, floors and various furniture within a few meters, leaving a state that seemed to be flowing downwards, and the dizzying bloody smell filled the entire room.
Therefore, the death of this gentleman has caused a change in the information. The description of "ordinary" represents the death of the eager owner, and this desire will not change again; while the expression of "growing" represents the desire of the owner. Still alive, this desire still has the possibility to continue to develop...
If Captain Lawrence had not died last time, the first seed should have shown a similar description. Agnes looked at the second seed in her hand thoughtfully, and took the first seed she had obtained. The three seeds, the one belonging to Karat, were taken out and placed together.
"A growing, delirious desire,"
"The owner of this desire uses physical pleasure as an anesthetic to escape pain. Unfortunately, these are only temporary. Of course, if he indulges more, there may be qualitative changes."
Whether the desired owner is still alive or not has an essential impact on the existence of the seed. Agnes gently fiddled with the seeds in her palm and couldn't help but sigh. The only owner of the seeds in her hand was Kalat. .
There are also those few wisps of gray-black mist lingering on the second seed. I don't know if it is due to her contamination or if it comes from the eager owner himself.
And if it comes from the desire of the master herself... Agnes raised her eyebrows, having some suspicions in her heart.
"The owner of this desire is addicted to the pleasures of the body and regards these as nectar from the gods, although the source of these also becomes the end of his desire."
Agnes reconsidered the implicit meaning of this sentence. The source of physical pleasure became the end of desire, which almost made it clear that the cause of this gentleman's death was - by the person who once gave him pleasure and joy. killed.
This sentence almost instantly reminded her of Ms. Rani, and she still vividly remembered the vigilance and coldness in Ms. Rani's eyes.
If the gentleman had offended Ms. Rani for any reason, she had little doubt that the Rani would resolve the problem directly by killing the gentleman.
And this style... is really too "criminal" and looks like some kind of devil worship ritual, although all of this gentleman's bodies are still "intact" in this room.
Agnes looked around at all the details in the room again, carefully avoiding the blood stains, and left the room.
The blood was not yet dry, so the person who killed the gentleman must not have gone far, so she decided to follow him and take a look.
If the person who killed this gentleman was really performing some ritual to please the devil, or even summoning the devil from the abyss...
That will undoubtedly have a big impact on the following events, and it is even very likely that this incident itself is the plan of the indulgence faction. Agnes never doubts the brain circuits of the indulgence faction. They always cause destruction in some places. He has extremely high talent for things.
Angni had no doubt that the cruelty and strong occult implications of the gentleman's death scene were enough to attract the attention of the punisher, as long as someone else discovered the dismemberment scene.
But this also saves the act of reporting, but Mr. Chester needs to be reminded.
"Nightingale," Agnes called softly, "help me inform Mr. Chester of what is happening here."
"Yes, ma'am." Nightingale echoed in her ear.
The faint smell of blood filled her nose, and Agnes turned her eyes to the alley.
...
"Damn it." The woman couldn't help but curse. She held the dagger with a cold texture tightly in her hand, maintaining the most convenient attack posture at any time. A deep sense of crisis lingered in her heart, constantly arousing inner anxiety. .
She didn't see any enemy shadow, but she knew that someone must be chasing her, although this inference only came from her intuition.
Her intuition had saved her countless times over the years. But she knew very well that her intuition told her that the crisis existed, but whether she could escape the crisis depended entirely on herself. She had learned this deeply from the tragic lessons she had learned.
She hated herself, everyone who had brought her misfortune, and the whole world that seemed like an abyss.
No matter how glamorous Bayam's appearance is, she can always smell the pungent smell of rust, rot, and heather, coming from the purged "heathens", the emaciated and ragged locals, and the Pirates and Loen people having fun in places like the Red Theater.
Her mother called her Rani, so the prostitutes and men who came and went also called her contemptuously, saying that "the daughters of prostitutes are also prostitutes."
The men laughed disgustingly, talking obscenely to the woman in their arms, and some even set their sights on her.
It doesn't matter, she is a born criminal. With her petite stature and nimble hands and feet, she can easily avoid a person with malicious intentions, and she can also take his wallet by the way. If she hadn't been worried about hurting the guests and the Red Theater hadn't given her food, she could have easily broken the leg bones of those who reached out.
Of course, every time, the mother knew that she had taken the guest's wallet and told her that this was wrong.
Weakness and despair are the only impressions she has of her mother, just like most of the women in the Red Theater.
But she always felt that her mother seemed different, and her mother seemed to have an inexplicable and helpless expectation.
Mother would always tell Lani what a good father and brother she had, and then always think about how to leave the Red Theater and take her out.
Rani always felt that this was an inexplicable and helpless expectation. Apart from the flesh business, her mother had no other means of making a living.
If you stay in the Red Theater, at least you won't have to worry about food and clothing. Lani always felt that her mother was lucky enough. At least she was not involved in fights and dead people from time to time like those ordinary local women, and occasionally had to accept prostitution from Loen people without paying them.
She had sneaked out of the Red Theater many times and knew exactly what it was like outside.
But every time the mother got angry, it was one of the things that the mother would get mad at her.
Every time her mother scolded her, she would close the door sadly, count over and over the little money she had secretly hidden that could not survive outside for a week, and then tell her over and over again that she would definitely be able to bring her with her. Ni goes out.
It's a pity that her mother didn't even persist when she was eight years old.
