The originally perfect crimson moon disk gradually became depleted during the singing, and the whole world seemed to be shattering. All the colors seemed to turn into gray-black mist that intertwined in the air, stuck together, and then settled under the land.
An almost complete darkness enveloped everything the few people could see. Whether it was the theater they had just left, the municipal square not far away, or the faintly visible church bell tower further away, they all dimmed quietly. It looks like a faded old photo.
As if time had gone by rapidly, the colorless flames ignited and extinguished, and the ashes fell and floated. In the end, only the sparse square in front of the theater and the empty building with the steps in front of the door were left.
"The 'illusion' that obscures our eyes..." Okfa's voice was filled with uncontrollable surprise, "disappeared on its own?"
A small flash of black flashed in Agnes's left eye. Her gaze followed the guards coming and going, the cautious pedestrians, and the clergy who gradually covered themselves with black robes, to the church bell tower, which seemed to have never changed. .
Then, she suddenly retracted her gaze and looked at the guard who was following behind her and controlled by her.
In the reflection of her shredded black left eye, the flesh of the guard that had not been protected by the armor was young and plump, like a reborn fruit. From the hole she left on her neck, there was still bright red blood overflowing.
In the fine black sunken right eye, the guard's skin was so shriveled that he could clearly see the rugged bones, with the remaining tissues connected between them, sandwiching the dug holes. Flames of indescribable colors were burning in the eye sockets where the white bone plate behind could be seen, dancing in Agnes' sight.
"Hey," Anderson tugged at the corner of his mouth and said in a weird tone, "It looks a little scary -"
"It's terrible!" A voice sounded in Agnes's ears almost at the same time as Anderson's words. Agnes almost subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
And in that direction, there was only Capas squatting in the shadow of the chimney.
...
The belatedly arriving guard took off the handcuffs from his waist and cuffed the attacker who fell to the ground.
The young prosecutor gently adjusted his clothes that had become messy during the struggle, and bent down to help the man with light brown semi-long curly hair.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Pagani," the middle-aged man said with a hint of a wry smile in his gray eyes, "I thought they had given up."
"There is no need to thank me, Lord Bartley." The young prosecutor said casually, picking up the notebook that the middle-aged man had dropped from the ground, and some wrinkled notes fell out of the notebook with his movements. , fell into the mud.
The young prosecutor paused and reached out to pick up the mud-stained note.
Juanxiu caught the young prosecutor's eyes with some elegant handwriting again, and the young prosecutor almost immediately froze on the spot.
"Extremely happy and extremely unhappy people have a tendency to be cruel. Only those whose families are neither poor nor rich, and whose fate is neither good nor bad, are gentle and compassionate."
"Who gave you this note?" He was silent for a long time before he spoke, with an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.
The middle-aged man looked at the young prosecutor up and down in surprise, his eyes gradually becoming thoughtful.
"An assassin whose purpose is not to kill me," the middle-aged man replied, "an assassin who takes orders from others."
"Nearly two months ago."
...
"Why can't we get out of here? It's scary here!"
"Is there something scary over there?"
"We will be discovered! The end will be terrible!"
"This scary guy is coming to me!"
The sounds coming from the direction of Capas came to Agnes's ears almost continuously. Agnes felt that her mind was almost filled with all kinds of "terrible", and she couldn't help but look at the card. Paz glanced at it, raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
"The lady is angry! It's terrible!"
Agnes withdrew her gaze with some helplessness and glanced at the church bell tower not far away, where she could already see the full picture. The faint gray-black mist gradually evaporated, gradually covering everything in the field of vision.
All the darkness seemed to be gradually painted with color and became vivid again.
"A new round of changes is happening," Agnes said.
"So many! How scary!" Capas's voice still kept ringing.
"Is the root cause a change in time or a change in location?" Edwina slowed down her pace and looked at the church that looked graceful and luxurious under the decoration of gold, red and blue, her eyes full of inquiry, "I've been since I have never seen a church decorated in this style, but I see it more in palaces.”
"To be honest, this color scheme does look quite... harmonious and classic." Anderson commented aloud. After hearing what he said clearly, Agnes couldn't help but glance at him. .
"What's wrong?" Anderson raised his eyebrows, "This is the most pertinent evaluation made by an outstanding painter with excellent professional appreciation ability based on his profound artistic quality."
There were too many adjectives, and Agnes couldn't help but rub her forehead.
"Are you taking the initiative to invite us in?" Spasnerecki's voice sounded cold.
"Choosing not to go in may not be a better option," Okfa said helplessly. He shrugged, "You will know where the 'people flow' goes."
Figures of people wearing various clothes appeared on the road, and they all had the same destination.
Among the crowd heading towards the church, only the five of them and two living corpses stayed in place, like huge rocks blocking the flow of water, being impacted and stared at by different water droplets.
"Our differences are too obvious." Agnes concluded aloud.
"Anderson, why are you still here?" A young man in a sailor suit with thick limbs raised his hand and patted Anderson. However, his palm never touched Anderson's body. Instead, he pulled his own body with excessive force. The body took a staggering step.
"If you want to talk, just talk, don't move your hands or feet." Anderson looked reserved, and rubbed one hand harshly where the other person's palm should have fallen.
"I moved my hands and feet?" The young man with thick limbs raised his voice, "I kindly reminded you that the mass is about to start, but you said I moved my hands and feet?"
Anderson smiled, looked meaningfully at the young man with thick limbs, and said loudly: "Hey, don't get angry so easily, you are like a scolding madam now..."
The young man with thick limbs took a deep breath, glanced at Anderson, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.
Anderson looked deeply at the direction where the young man with thick limbs disappeared, and fell silent.
"It seems that what we should do next is clear," Agnes broke the silence. "It's time for us to go see this mass."
