A middle-aged man with a beer belly who looked like he was eight months pregnant walked into the prison with a thin young man and went straight to the door of Colin's cell.
When they came closer, Colin also saw their appearance clearly. They had slightly white skin and brown hair. They were wearing coats that looked like chain mail. Under the coat were normal cloth clothes. They had swords on their waists. Chinese.
To be more precise, it's not like modern people...
If he hadn't known that he had traveled through time, Colin might have thought that this was a medieval movie set.
At this time, the two pointed at Colin and discussed matters related to him in a language he did not understand.
However, gradually, Colin suddenly felt that he could understand what the other party said...
"Your Excellency, Warden, I can't believe this. Is this really how someone with lycanthropy should behave? He doesn't look crazy at all. I can even feel that he was just observing me, without any malice!" The thin young man stared at Colin, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, his tone uncertain.
"Hey." The middle-aged man with a beer belly who looked like he was pregnant laughed, "otherwise, how could I tell you that this is a very special case? In the past two months, among the hundreds of people our dungeon has taken over, this is the only one. An example..."
"Then, do we still want to hand him over to the Holy Healing Church?"
"It still needs to be submitted. Moreover, I submitted the application a week ago, but it's been more than a week and I still haven't seen a response. Hmm..."
The middle-aged man pursed his lips, obviously dissatisfied with the church's neglect.
The young man glanced at Colin, and then looked away: "But, he looks like this, it seems that he has been sent in for ten days, which means that in five days at most, he may enter the second stage of lycanthropy, and then... ..It is very likely that the symptoms will explode and lead to death!”
kindness?
Colin, who secretly pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, was stunned - wasn't he fine, why was he about to die?
What is "lycanthropy"?
"If the church doesn't respond, we can't move...and it's hard to say whether he's crazy or not. Although his symptoms have been getting worse,...it seems to me that he is becoming more and more rational. You see, he Those eyes are not crazy at all..."
The middle-aged man pointed at Colin, then looked sideways at his assistant, and smiled casually, "To be honest, even if you told me that he would be able to speak soon, I wouldn't show even a little bit of surprise. ..”
"Really? What is lycanthropy?" came a hot voice.
"Well, lycanthropy is..."
The middle-aged man answered subconsciously, but soon his smile suddenly stiffened - his subordinate didn't speak, but the one who spoke was...
hiss!
There's something dirty!
The middle-aged man jumped back with agility that was inappropriate for his stature, and jumped two meters away, looking at Colin with a horrified expression.
The young man who was suspected to be his subordinate pulled out his sword with a "swish" sound and pointed it at Colin, his face full of solemnity and vigilance.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the dungeon solidified.
There was silence for several seconds.
The middle-aged man was the first to break the silence. He took a step forward to grab his subordinate, pulled him back a few steps, and then asked from a distance: "You...can you still speak?"
...What's so surprising about this? You didn’t say it yourself, so it’s not surprising that I started to talk...Ke Lin remarked and nodded.
He was about to ask again what he just said...
However, the middle-aged man who was the warden of the dungeon seemed to have thought of something and spoke first:
"Do you remember your name?"
"do not remember."
Colin shook his head. He didn't seem to have inherited the memory of this body, but he had inherited some language and so on, just like instinct.
"That's really a pity, otherwise we might be able to figure out where 'lycanthropy' comes from, but amnesia in 'lycanthropy' is also normal..."
"What is 'lycanthropy'?" Colin interrupted his emotion.
"Well..." The warden looked at Colin and after thinking for a while, he said, "How about you take a look at your hands first? Especially the hair on your hands..."
He wanted to see if he could help the other party recover his memory and find out the causes related to "lycanthropy".
If you can crack it yourself, that would be a great achievement!
Hearing this, Colin lowered his head in confusion. He had been eavesdropping with his head down just now, but it seemed that he didn't find anything wrong...
Damn it?
Colin's eyes widened and he looked at his arms, only to notice that his hair was two or three inches long, and the nails on the top of his five fingers were sharp, like animal claws...
Lycanthropy!
Colin suddenly understood what this word meant.
At the same time, he also noticed that there was an indescribable violent energy in his body, like a suppressed anger.
However, it seems to be temporarily suppressed by something.
"This is what you look like in the first stage of lycanthropy. Generally, you will enter the next stage in the second day at the fastest and half a month at the slowest. You have been with me for ten days, and after five days at most, Either he died suddenly, or he became a second-stage patient..."
"Well, it seems that the one locked up with you is already dead. 'Lycanthropy' will quickly turn into a mummy after death..."
"There's nothing to say. Let's continue the topic of the second stage. At this stage, it doesn't look like a human being. Then it won't take more than a week and it will melt directly. Why this happens, I don't know... "
When the warden said this, he was suddenly interrupted by a scream. In another cell on the opposite side adjacent to Colin, someone howled wildly:
"Let me out, I'm not crazy, my child...my child hasn't eaten yet, let me go to eat quickly, my child, him, me, I haven't eaten yet!"
It was a woman with crazy hair all over her body and a crazy expression. She was constantly banging her head against the iron cage, causing her head to break and bleed, but she seemed to have no feeling.
Colin's heart was trembling and his scalp was numb.
A full minute passed before it gradually stopped.
"Did you see it? This is what it looks like in the first stage, and she only had the attack yesterday, but you are already in the later stage. Under normal circumstances, you have to be much crazier than her."
The warden pointed at the other party, shook his head and sighed, "You are the only one special in the past two months since this disease appeared. It's a pity that your memory is gone. Otherwise, you might be able to find something if you remember the previous encounters. Solve this problem as soon as possible..."
Previous encounters? What else could have happened before...
Some memories suddenly came to Colin's mind. He remembered that he seemed to be going to a restaurant alone, eating hot pot, checking his cell phone, and then dipped tripe into a large ball of mustard and put it in his mouth...
Choked on a mouthful of mustard?
Well, it shouldn't be such a funny death...
This should be the last memory that can be recalled, not the last memory before time travel...
But what matters now is...
What should I do if I have this "lycanthropy"?
Colin took a deep breath, calmed down, raised his head and asked, "That Holy Healing Church you just mentioned...do they have a way to solve my troubles?"
"Them? Hey, I didn't see them coming out anyway..."
As soon as the warden started to taunt him, a subordinate next to him let out a "cough" sound. He suddenly thought of something and closed his mouth.
After all, the "Holy Healing Church" is one of the three orthodox churches in the Knight Kingdom...
Can't afford to offend.
Colin's heart skipped a beat. Doesn't this mean that he will be gone if he is sent away?
He wanted to ask something from the other party, but the sound of a bell suddenly came from outside the iron door of the prison corridor.
"Okay, it's time for me to leave. Someone will come to clean up the body in your room tomorrow. I hope I can see you still sane tomorrow."
After saying that, the warden took his subordinates and left together. Before leaving, you could still vaguely hear his instructions to his subordinates:
"When encountering something in the future, don't think about confrontation as soon as possible, you know! You have to retreat first. One of my teammates died because of this habit back then. He died miserably. Not a single piece of the body was intact. Yes, that's what I said. Your dad..."
The sounds became farther and farther away, and the dungeon became quiet again, except for some heavy breathing and the occasional grinding of teeth.
"I've just traveled through time and am about to die?"
Colin sat helplessly in prison, looking at his hands, feeling that his lycanthropy seemed to be deepening unknowingly.
The violent temper in his heart was like a boil ready to erupt at any time.
The relationship between that thing and him is like putting an Okamoto 0.01 filled with ink into a bucket of clear water. It swells like a balloon that is constantly injected with turbid ink. It will burst at any time, and he will be contaminated at any time.
but...
Everything is not negotiable.
Colin had a vague feeling that if he could recall the details of his memory and the experience of the last day, the current situation would change.
Thinking of this, he forced himself to calm down, and then focused his energy on thinking after that mouthful of offal...
Finally, with Colin's unremitting efforts, subsequent memories emerged bit by bit - there was indeed something wrong with that mouthful of mustard beef offal...
One bite, stimulating the upper part of the body, causing the whole body to tense up, and then the body lost strength and fell to the ground.
When he opened his eyes, he was already taken to the hospital.
Then he discovered that his body was weak and he was diagnosed with "ALS"... To be more precise, he had already had it, but that mouthful of mustard made his symptoms explode.
Later, during a year-long treatment, he got his own wheelchair at a young age.
but...
“I had a terminal illness before I traveled through time, and I got a terminal illness after I traveled through time. Didn’t I travel through time in vain?”
Colin couldn't help but complain.
Then, I worked hard and continued to reminisce...
Not long after, he finally remembered that after spending all his savings, still making no progress, and no longer wanting to persevere, an organization sent him a job invitation letter.
The name of this organization is...
"'Camp Fire Special Items Containment Company'."
Colin murmured to himself, and his whole body suddenly woke up when he recalled this word, and suddenly felt that something was connected to him at this moment.
A message popped into my head.
[The interfering items have been eliminated and re-established contact with the "Special Investigator". The events of this special mission are loading, please wait...]
