"Quinn, where are you?"
Ed turned around and the door disappeared behind him.
Where the door and the outside were originally, the space was suddenly stretched by a powerful force - it was an endless black corridor. The dark red walls wriggled like the intestines, and the transparent bright blood vessels were covered with barbs like thorns, and from time to time they produced eyeball-shaped black fruits.
[The system has detected unstable data flow... Be vigilant. 】
The last sentence in front of me turned into handwriting. This was obviously specially noted by Sylvester.
How is this going? Ed didn't want to just walk in stupidly, but there was no other way into the room. He could continue to waste time where he was, but the corridor had no intention of disappearing just like that.
Sylvie, please be prepared to interrupt your dream in an emergency at any time.
After checking his equipment, Ed walked into the black corridor of flesh and blood. The thick bloody smell hit his face, and the floor had a slightly soft but extremely uncomfortable touch, as if he was stepping on a corpse.
A snow-white crow was nailed to the wall and its internal organs were hollowed out. However, it did not die. Instead, it opened its mouth and said:
"This is a warning."
The white crow with its internal organs eviscerated said, "Three-legged cat of the Divine Bureau, your every move is putting yourself in a dangerous position - from prey to sacrifice."
White crow, white crow staff, fortune teller. Ed immediately thought of its identity.
"I recognize you. You are the fortune teller, aren't you?" he asked.
"I'm not him." After saying this, the white crow lowered his head and lost his vitality.
"..."
After confirming that it was dead, Ed continued walking down. After walking a few hundred steps, he met the second white crow:
"I am an acorn drifting in the river of time -" said the second one. Then it becomes stiff and decayed.
"I am the despicable Master Slayer-" Soon, the third one said before dying.
"...I am the descendant of the eternal blood, I am ashes and smoke, I am a humble prisoner in the cage of fate. At some point in the future, I once was him. But soon I will no longer be anything .”
They said, and then died.
Ed stopped and said calmly to the ninth crow. The more panicked he felt, the calmer his words became:
"You see, I can't remember so many names, and I'm really not good at guessing riddles."
"...How about this, let's discuss it, Mr. Crow, you tell me directly what you want, I will try my best to give you what I can, and I will try my best to do whatever I can. This way we can all save time and worry, okay? "
The ninth white crow said more words than the other crows, but the language was the same hoarse:
"I don't need you to do anything. Because that's what you will do in the future. I am only warning you of the danger. It is my duty to warn others, although they will not always remember it."
"Since you want to remind me, you should at least let me understand what you are talking about. 'From prey to sacrifice', does this sound any different?" Ed said unbearably.
"You are her prey, and she is the wolf's prey. She may eat you, just as a wolf eats the one he once loved, but maybe not. In any case, eventually the wolf will wake up, In the body of a dog.”
The crow without its internal organs is still telling riddles to itself. Ed asked:
"Who is she? Quinn? Olivia, Sylvie, Charlotte or someone else."
"She is a shepherd dog and a sacrifice to the wolf. Although she is only a puppy, she is the salvation of the sheep. The wolf king will peel off her fur, cut out her blood, and use her Meat as a tribute. Sacrifice her out of grace and mercy."
"Grace and mercy? I don't know what mercy there is in that."
Ed picked up some clues from it and said with a sullen expression, "So you advised me not to save Quinn, just to fulfill those prophecies of yours?"
"The prophecy does not need people to fulfill it, it will fulfill itself. Whether in a dream or a more lucid dream, a sacrifice is a sacrifice. It doesn't matter whether it is a dog or a cat."
The white crow chuckled strangely, "I've finished my words. Be careful, you are the one who flies into the flames."
"I will."
A sickle cut off its head, and the strange laughter stopped abruptly. The bird's head fell to the ground, shaped like the handle of a walking stick.
Ed walked on and the bird never appeared again. There is a bright light ahead, indicating that this corridor has an end. This is good news for him.
After walking wordlessly for thousands of steps, he finally saw the end——
The room ahead was burning, the flames reaching into the sky. Quinn was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, with a bloody circle of thorns surrounding her. In her hand, she held a ball of fluffy black stuffed animals.
"Quinn, are you okay?" he called from afar.
What I saw in front of me was obviously not a normal phenomenon. How could the whole house suddenly burst into flames? Whose blood is on her body? What happened?
Quinn seemed indifferent as if she didn't hear it, holding the toy in her arms tightly. I don’t know if she can hear the words in this black and red corridor.
"...Are you hurt? Can you hear me?"
Ed quickened his pace and ran towards her. The distance of hundreds of meters in the black corridor in front of him was only half a minute for him.
The picture got closer and closer, and he gradually saw clearly that the black stuffed toy turned out to be a human head dripping with blood.
"What did you do?! Whose head is that? Answer me, Quinn! Don't do anything stupid!"
Finally, he sprinted in front of Quinn at full speed, but was stunned for a moment.
That head...
Black eyes, slightly curly hair, and a familiar face that I have seen countless times in the mirror——
It was his own face.
