Is this...my head?
The scene in front of him was extremely weird. Little Quinn held the head in her arms tenderly, as if she was holding a tiny baby. She turned a blind eye to Ed in front of her and hummed some kind of lullaby-like tune.
Ed stared at his body, as if something was about to explode in his mind.
As if in response, his head turned towards himself and smiled strangely.
A moment of insanity-like whirlwind -
The overwhelming feeling of compulsion came over me. He wanted to say something, but couldn't. He wanted to turn around and run away, but he couldn't move his legs.
Suddenly, all those chaotic, chaotic, burning red light and blood magic circles disappeared like a mirage.
There were no bloody vines floating in the air, no dark and terrifying corridors, and not even any visual traces.
As if everything was just an illusion in his own mind.
Me, this is...?
He felt a fainting sensation, which was worse than the headache.
Ed held on to the cane to prevent himself from falling, and carefully held his forehead with his right hand, as if to confirm whether it was still hanging around his neck.
The head is still there, so it doesn't look too bad.
He could clearly see a thin ribbon-like blood stain on the ground. The bloodstain continued to extend to the stairs on the third floor, where there was a large pool of blood, apparently a fierce struggle had broken out.
Someone tried to drag the prey toward the window, but was repelled, as evidenced by fragments of the wooden handrail of the spiral staircase.
Ed followed. Finally, the blood trail extended all the way to the attic on the top floor. He continued walking along the blood trail and finally found Quinn——
She was seen sitting in the penultimate concave storage shelf with her knees in her arms, holding a white stuffed toy sheep in her arms.
Her right calf was injured, the skin and flesh were turned out, and the blood pooled into a small pool, and the snow-white leg bones could almost be seen.
"Sorry, I'm late... Just be patient for a little longer and I'll bandage you right now, okay? You'll be fine soon."
Ed dropped a one-eyed spider on the spot to monitor the surrounding movements, then took out the first aid bandage from the side pocket of the gun bag and started to bandage Quinn. If time permits, his right arm will also need to be bandaged.
"I'm sorry, Brother Edgar, I shouldn't have bitten your arm."
The whites of Quinn's eyes have been dyed red by the moonlight, but there is still a trace of clear green in her pupils:
"...Does your arm still hurt now?"
"No, it doesn't hurt anymore." Ed looked around with his one-eyed spider and replied calmly.
The gunshots and roars outside were extremely intense, but no other werewolves were approaching them yet.
"Hiss...you smell like you're lying."
Little Quinn leaned her face closer and smelled the shocking tooth marks she left on Ed's right arm, and suddenly sneered slightly, "And your blood smells so sweet."
My blood, this couldn't help but remind Ed of the hallucination he just saw. But he didn't show any unnecessary emotion, he just smiled lightly:
"Don't worry, I've been injured much more seriously than this. The whole leg bone was broken, and in the end I had to have Uncle Rowan put a plaster on me. A flesh injury like this is nothing."
Ed put a bandage around the wound on her leg. A large leg wound like this would require a spiral bandage, which was what Rowan had told him.
"Who did it, a bad guy?" Quinn asked curiously.
"No, they are actually friends. They are very similar to you. Very similar." Ed wrapped the bandage twice in a circle and then spiraled upwards. "You shouldn't have run out. It's too dangerous outside."
"I know, but I left Mr. Corbett here. It's very similar to that sheep outside, except it's a sheep and I have to protect it."
Little Quinn shook the plush black-faced sheep in her hand:
"This is Mr. Corbett. In fact, it also has a pair of glasses, but I think it's better not to see too clearly - there are strange things everywhere here. Just now I was almost killed by a big, strange-looking thing. The gray wolf took it away."
"Where did it go?" Ed took out a short hunting knife, separated the ends of the straps, and tied a knot.
That's it. With Quinn's self-healing ability, she should be able to recover quickly as long as she stops the bleeding. He was not sure whether the young Quinn had as strong a self-healing ability as in the real world, but the situation should not get worse.
"I don't know. It bit me and dragged me away. I suddenly felt very angry, so I stabbed it too. I can't remember what happened after that. When I woke up, it had already run away. .”
Quinn took out her iconic folding knife and showed it to Ed. There was fresh red blood on it:
"Brother Edgar, I hate myself so much. Why am I suddenly angry? I tell myself I shouldn't be like this, but sometimes I just can't control myself."
"It's okay, everyone loses control sometimes, including me." Ed began to bandage himself, "But even so, it doesn't mean we have to bow to the worst side of ourselves."
"Do you think they will find us?" Quinn asked, "Olivia and I often hide in this location when we play hide and seek, and she has never caught me here."
Even he could find Quinn by following the blood stains, let alone a werewolf with an extremely keen sense of smell?
"I hope not." Ed said with a wry smile. It was a bit awkward to bandage his right arm with only one hand.
Suddenly, he stopped bandaging, hastily tied the bandage into a crooked knot, and stood up.
"I seem to smell another smell, Brother Edgar." Quinn reminded in a low voice.
"I know."
Ed raised the muzzle of the gun, and a tall, stooped, semi-erect figure appeared at the end of the crosshair:
"Someone is coming."
