Norm, who had always been calm, let out a rare scream.
Hearing the noise, Joey quickly put down the body bag in his hand and went straight to the second floor, where he saw Norm slumped on the ground with a look of horror on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"The notebook... that notebook..." Norm's face was extremely ugly, his voice was trembling, as if he had seen something terrifying, and he pointed to the picture album on the desk.
Joey frowned and cast a contemptuous look.
Are you still punishing the priest? Are you so scared?
He stepped forward, walked to the desk, picked up the picture album, and opened it gently. The teasing expression on his face froze for a moment.
Originally, I expected that this page should be an outline of a strange creature with only half of its face drawn.
Now there is a line written on it:
"Dad, I miss you so much. I will come back to find you."
what is this? He looked at the words above suspiciously.
Then turn to the second page.
"Joy Creevey died on December 3, 1385"
"Duke Cormy died on September 9, 1375."
"..."
Just the two names at the beginning made Joey's whole body shaken. The hairs on his body stood on end. The hand holding the album was shaking constantly. He lost his balance and fell back. The album fell to the ground.
Duke picked up the picture album on the ground. He wanted to see if there was anything in it that could scare the two of them like this.
He looked at it twice and then screamed and threw the album away, his face turning blue and white.
It says: "Brother, come home quickly"
In the next few minutes, the atmosphere in the room fell into dead silence, and no one spoke. This depressing mood was finally broken by Joey's sarcastic laughter:
"Don't be like this, maybe this is just a prank, right?"
In fact, he didn't even believe it when he said it.
Norm's mental state has been tense since he saw the words in the notebook.
Panic, fear, and suspicion of the unknown, those memories that he deliberately wanted to forget, now filled his mind like spring water.
Finally, he couldn't stand the torture anymore and whispered hoarsely:
"I should have died a long time ago and should atone for my sins."
Norm looked out the window blankly, as if there was something there.
Joey hurriedly stepped forward, put his hand on Norm's body, and shook it vigorously: "Please wake up."
Then he turned to Duke and said, "Go and burn the album."
In a burst of fire, the album turned into a pile of ashes.
The two of them helped Norm downstairs and came to the yard. The sun shone on them, finally making people feel a little warm.
In the yard, the three people had different expressions on their faces.
Norm still looked dazed. After a moment of silence, Joey spoke first:
"You are also an orthodox priest of the temple, right?"
Among the three of them, the words on the picture album had the least impact on him, and they were not even painful or itchy.
"Duke, what do you see above?" He only turned to the second page, not knowing what was behind it.
"What?" Duke kept his head lowered, and then raised his head blankly when he heard Joey's question:
"Oh~nothing"
His eyes were dark and deep in thought. He was silent for two seconds and then said teasingly: "That should be a curse~. I saw my sister's message. The handwriting was exactly the same, like..."
He stopped and did not continue.
At this time, Noam's mood seemed to have recovered a lot, and he took over the conversation and said:
"Yes, it's a curse. It's the Mother Goddess, the Mother Goddess's call."
"This is impossible. Don't scare yourself. The higher ups are cursing me to death. I'm still standing still." In fact, when he said this, Joey himself was muttering in his heart.
December 3, 1385 was the time when he came to the outside world.
Although these things may sound bizarre, they are true.
Among the three of them, who can be affected, except Nomu, because he is the most important fighting force.
Without this help, it will be even more difficult to find Barbara, and he must be stabilized.
"Yes, we have all been led astray. We shouldn't believe the information in the album." Duke said with a smile: "It also said that I died ten years ago."
"Then... the child is also fake?" Norm could never forget the sound of the baby crying that echoed throughout Islamton.
"Okay, stop thinking about it," Joey said with a cold voice and a serious look on his face: "Now, the most important thing is to recycle the remaining problematic albums."
"Even an extraordinary person like you can be affected. If you let it go, big problems may occur."
Norm's eyes were lowered, he couldn't refute this.
"I know who owns those albums." A dark and unclear emotion flashed across Duke's eyes.
"In this case... you and Duke rush back first. It's 3:15 now. It's too late to catch the bus. With your ability, it's no problem to take someone with you."
Norm nodded silently.
"What about you?" Duke asked.
"I have to bury him first. I can't let him lie like this. The dead one is the most important."
Duke curled his lips, looked at Joey with a strange expression, and muttered: "He is not a good person."
"So, you designed to kill him?" Joey's face showed a hint of sarcasm that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"Don't look at me like that. It has nothing to do with me. I just told him that when he encounters something difficult to solve, he can try praying or something."
"So, his death still has something to do with you."
Being stared at by Joey, he felt unnatural all over. Although he did not take action directly, he could not escape the crime of instigation.
"Then just catch me." He couldn't run away anyway, so he just grabbed his neck and killed me.
"Okay." A slight smile appeared at the corner of Joey's mouth, and he reached out and patted his shoulder: "Why are you catching me? It's just a joke, don't be nervous."
"Let's go quickly"
"Be careful," Norm took out a revolver from his waist and handed it to Joey, and warned, "The bullets inside are specially made, seven rounds."
As he said that, he glanced at the body bag next to him with a complicated expression: "Burn it clean."
Norm didn't sense anything strange on the body, so he gave Joey the gun just in case.
"Same for you"
Watching the two people leave, it must be said that the mid-level transcendent's magic and physical strength have been greatly improved.
Norm held Duke in one hand, and in a few seconds, he was already a hundred meters away.
"Okay, now it's time to deal with you"
Get a shovel from the utility room, dig a hole in the ground, collect firewood, light it, and finally throw the body in together with the body bag.
There was a burning sound, and the fire quickly covered the body.
When lighting it, Joey poured a layer of tung oil on it. The fire was so strong that it jumped two or three meters into the air.
"Wow~"
Suddenly, a high-pitched, high-pitched baby cry exploded.
Then there was the sound of something exploding.
In the firelight, the bookstore owner's belly was like an inflated balloon that burst after reaching a certain critical point.
From his belly, a little baby emerged. He struggled desperately in the fire, trying to crawl out.
"Bang bang bang~"
Joey took out his revolver unhurriedly, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
After three shots, the crying finally stopped.
At this time, the baby's arms had crawled out of the fire, and there were five deep scratches on the ground.
"It's better to be dead than alive"
He raised his foot and kicked him back, stroking the revolver sadly.
"I wasted 3 bullets"
"If I hadn't been prepared, would I really have let you run away?"
Norm would be shocked if he were still here.
He had clearly sensed carefully that there was nothing strange about the bookstore owner, but now a little baby crawled out of his belly alive. This was really terrifying.
"Maybe I really should be a detective"
Joey felt more and more that Lucky Master's ability was very suitable for detective work.
The main thing is that detectives are paid well.
Extraordinary events are unstable, and are often linked to evil god rituals. This forces investigators to be more careful when investigating cases, and they even dare not use their abilities, thus extending the profession of detective.
They use their extraordinary minds and keen insight to help investigators investigate cases. Even if an accident occurs, it can be controlled within a small scope.
If the extraordinary world is compared to a magnetic field.
Only if the positive and negative poles exist at the same time will the effect be produced. If only one of them exists, it is controllable.
It is difficult for investigators to handle cases without the ability to use their abilities extensively, because once they use the corresponding abilities, they will be noticed by criminals. In this case, it is almost impossible to arrest people.
Joey held his chin and waited quietly for the flames to go out.
Staring at the pile of ashes, until now, he still found it difficult to accept that a man could become pregnant.
A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered suddenly.
"Okay, where to go next!"
He raised his head and turned his gaze to the window on the third floor.
Looking out from the attic window on the third floor, the view here is very broad, passing through one reinforced concrete building after another, and finally settling on a towering black spire.
That was Levitt Street, and his spiritual vision allowed him to see everything there clearly.
"Is this a coincidence?"
When I came here for the first time, I didn't pay attention because of the heavy rain. I didn't pay attention at all after that, if it hadn't been for a baby popping out of a corpse just now.
He wouldn't be able to relate to that either.
When the bookstore owner died, he clearly saw something and was frightened to death. His sight was directly facing the window.
Looking at it from this angle, the afterglow of the setting sun is just blocked by the black spire.
The rope on the beam was swinging from side to side.
Perhaps for the purpose of lighting, the windows are designed as pull-out floor-to-ceiling windows, and there is an open-air balcony outside.
"If the store owner was standing here at that time"
He gestured at the distance between the beam and the balcony, calculating whether he could commit suicide without external forces.
It turns out that this works.
The balcony is enough to be that leverage point.
This excludes the possibility that a second person existed in the house when the bookstore owner died.
The cause of death leads to the transcendent, so now he has to find out what he saw.
Joey is like a wooden sculpture, standing on the third floor balcony with his spiritual vision always on.
Soon he realized something was wrong.
Under the refraction of the sun, those reinforced concrete buildings slowly turned into lines and outlines into different shapes.
He tried to identify which buildings belonged to which street and where.
In your mind, match the patterns in the album one by one.
The outlines slowly come together.
Time passed little by little, and when the sun was about to set, he finally saw the last scene.
It was a huge monster lying on the Port of Leah, and its head corresponded to the tallest bell tower on Levitt Street.
Only at the last moment of sunset do they appear briefly.
“This is incredible”
Although Port Lia is small, it has existed for a long time. In my memory, people have lived here since two hundred years ago.
The building of a house expands bit by bit, not all at once.
The deeper I thought about it, the more shuddering I felt.
Who built this city?
"Why no head?"
Joey recalled what he had seen before. The monster seemed to be missing only its head.
"No, it's not that there's no head, it's that there's no face. That's the back of the head!"
Only its back is visible here.
"The body can be seen by sunlight, but what about moonlight?"
Turning his head by mistake, there was a hazy shadow in the direction corresponding to the sunset.
With this thought, an idea appeared in my mind.
That thought urged him to leave here, urging him to go to the back of the bell tower.
Driven by this idea, he began to imagine some scenes he had never seen before.
Everything in front of me was covered with a layer of fog, and in that fog, there was an outline that was gradually becoming clearer.
He is huge, towering, and cannot be looked directly at.
Joey became restless, his body shaking uncontrollably, and he wanted to get rid of the feeling of restraint.
He tried to bite the tip of his tongue and let the pain replace the random thoughts in his mind.
But none of this helped, the picture in my mind became clearer and clearer.
It was as if a voice kept calling his name: Joey, Joey.
The huge outline in the mist twisted and deformed, and slowly turned into a human outline. The face looked more and more like Joey.
"Damn it, if you keep this up, it will be over..."
Just when that face was about to solidify, Joey jumped down from the balcony on the third floor.
Bang~
Like a cannonball, it fell heavily, and a big pit was sunken into the grass on the ground.
The severe pain made Joey faint for a moment.
In the early morning, several chickadees were jumping up and down on Joey's body.
Suck on his face with your mouth from time to time.
The numb and itchy feeling woke him up from his sleep.
"Um?"
Just as he was about to move, he felt a stinging pain, as if a big stone was pressing on his body, making it difficult to move.
"Huh~"
He breathed steadily and looked up to see the open window of the third floor balcony.
“I really don’t know if it’s unfortunate or lucky.”
My whole body was sore and it was difficult to get up. I was too lazy to struggle. I just lay on my back on the grass and looked at the blue sky, with birds flying by from time to time.
If he had been in the balcony guardrail last night instead of on it, he would not have fallen, and perhaps he would have followed in the footsteps of the bookstore owner.
The chirping of insects and birds, as well as the fresh fragrance of dust, relieved a lot of pain in the body.
Now, he could do nothing but wait.
Waiting for the healing power of the extraordinary to restore the body.
