Nan Zhou stood in front of the black church building with a gloomy expression.
He grew up in a closed world where death could come at any moment.
The kind of sixth sense that grew up in the barbaric world made him stand still more than ten meters away from the church.
Just because Jiang Fang was on the west bank behind him, it was difficult for Nan Zhou to judge whether that ominous sixth sense came from in front of him or behind him.
… Maybe they really overlooked something important
The behemoth-like church quietly hung a pointed shadow full of oppression on his head.
The sun moved back slightly, letting the light of the cross projected onto Nan Zhou's body, cutting his pale and beautiful face into two parts.
Nan Zhou raised his head and looked at the attic window.
The only place you can look across to the West Bank.
Reverend Keith locked the only place where he could see the castle, threw away the key, and built himself into the dark study.
He almost gave them all the things in the church, and by the way, he lived as a lonely city isolated from the world.
When Keith was trapped, he had just entered the study, and the invisible depression was like a boulder, pressing down on his chest.
Ban Hang's generalization is more direct.
"Good guy, is this a room or a coffin?"
People say that looking at the scenery while working can soothe the body and mind.
But Keith didn't even leave this happy space for himself.
He locked his body and mind firmly together, forcing himself not to visit his sick friend, not even giving himself the leeway to look at each other in the dark, paranoid and silently fighting against the world.
What is the reason why he wants to fight alone, even at the expense of excluding his friends
Nan Zhou thought that what Keith fought against with all his might was not only the devil, but also his beliefs.
There was probably a bridge in Keith's mind too.
He could stand on the shore here, and hold fast to his distant and noble god, who would never cast a glance at a mortal, a believer.
His lover would die in the name of his friend, and every moment, every moment after that, was brilliant, brilliant, and lonely.
And when he crosses that bridge, he will be in the company of the devil and fall into darkness forever.
In the end, Keith made a choice, so he had no face to face his gods.
He summoned demons, caused their spirits to trample sacred territory, and possibly even completed sacrifices with previous cultists.
The church thus became empty.
Perhaps the demons needed new offerings, so they came.
The ducal castle on the west bank is the only place connecting the town.
But at that time, the West Bank was still peaceful, and there was no curse.
Therefore, when these foreigners enter the East Bank through the West Bank and one-way, they did not realize the spread of the curse virus.
Keith simply taught them how to fill out a journal, how to pray, how to make holy water, and then sealed himself in that silent world, waiting for an opportunity...
Nan Zhou squinted his eyes from being stabbed by the thin layer of silver plating on the cross, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
The logic advances here, it is indeed impeccable.
However, Keith refused to engage in theological work and closed himself up. Could it be that there was only one reason for him to have "no face to the gods"
Just out of guilt... just
Nan Zhou's drooping eyelashes cast shadows of varying lengths on his face.
While thinking, Nan Zhou heard footsteps behind him.
Because it was a familiar footstep, he didn't use his eyes to confirm it right away.
Then, the sound of pulling the gun bolt ran over Nan Zhou's nerves crisply, instantly mobilizing every muscle in his body.
"Raise your hand."
It was Ban Hang's voice.
… so nervous that even the vocal cords are tensed,
Nan Zhou raised his hand obediently, turned around, and faced a dark gun muzzle pointing at his forehead.
There was a bloody cut on Ban Hang's chin, and the bones came out from the flesh and blood.
A few inches lower, his trachea would probably be turned out like this.
Nan Zhou asked calmly, "Are you okay?"
Ban Hang's face was ashen, but his hand holding the gun was very steady.
Because the laceration on the chin was too severe, it was difficult for Ban Hang to open his mouth, so the tone of his speech was obviously different from before.
He bit out every word alive: "Don't move. The distance between us is enough for me to take a gun and crush you. Even if you use Brother Nan's body, I'm sure I'll kill you when you get close to me. You... If you don't believe me, just try."
Nan Zhou sighed: "Don't worry, I won't try. What happened?"
If nothing else, Nan Zhou believed that he had the ability to hurt himself.
Although Ban Hang usually has a smiley face, he is extraordinarily talented in playing guns. His accuracy and speed are not comparable to ordinary people.
Facing Nan Zhou with a good attitude, Ban Hang's wariness was unusually strong: "Tell me, when did we meet?"
Nan Zhou asked back, "You said, when did we meet?!"
Ban Hang took a step back, and his hot fingertips controlled the sinking of the trigger to a delicate critical point: "I'm asking you now!"
Nan Zhou didn't intend to argue with him more: "In "Eternal Day". You were the ones who found me first."
Ban Hang: "What does the boss like to give you the most?"
Nan Zhou: "Dessert."
Ban Hang: "What's your biggest weakness?"
Nan Zhou: "The full moon."
Ban Hang's attitude softened when he asked the second question, and his face gradually improved. After getting the answer to the last question, he dropped his butt to the ground, put the gun on his side, and gulped. Breathe.
"Fortunately..." he murmured incoherently, "fortunately you're still..."
Nan Zhou walked up to him and squatted down: "What happened?"
Ban Hang's sloppy eyes suddenly tightened, and he grabbed Nan Zhou's hand.
"I just settled the person from the west bank, and just returned to the room, Hai Ning... She attacked me suddenly, I almost, almost... "
He trembled all over: "No success... No success... That demon started to possess itself again!"
"We failed..." He looked straight at Nan Zhou, and said in a weeping voice, "... What is the boss going to do? He went to the west alone—"
This question caused a subtle tingling in Nan Zhou's heart.
But his response was still accurate and flat: "Don't look down on your boss."
He asked again, "Where's Hai Ningren?"
… to speak to everyone.
Song Haining held his head, covered in blood, and walked out of the church staggeringly.
Seeing Song Haining, Ban Hang breathed a suffocation, and in a panic, he picked up the gun in his hand again, and quickly retreated a few steps, aiming at Song Haining.
When she saw the two people in front of her, she suddenly screamed: "Leave him! Brother Nan! He is Keith! Stay away from him!!"
Nan Zhou was confused.
He stood between the two, digesting the amount of information that could be called an explosion in this moment.
… Keith
Amid the cloud of suspicion looming over his head, Nan Zhou's mind moved, he raised his head again, and looked at the cross that was shining like a judgment, standing on the highest point on the entire east coast.
His eyes moved, and he finally realized where that ominous sixth sense came from.
Not on the East Bank, nor on the West Bank.
Not between the two people who were fighting with each other.
The question is, why hasn't the shadow of the cross moved for so long
Why is it still as long as the shadow... when he sent Jiang Fang out of the church
…
Jiang Fang stepped over the body of the man who was still twitching on the mica floor, pulled out the bloody dagger from his body, and wiped it off with the curtain on the side.
The man couldn't rest his eyes, and within five seconds, a short dagger cut through 12 evenly deep wounds all over his body.
The most deadly place is in the throat.
There were also slight burn wounds on the man's eyes.
After realizing the amount of information behind the sentence "Give me back my body", Jiang Fang mixed the holy water with the remaining holy water and conducted a simple test.
Experiments have proved that the madness in the castle on the west bank is really mixed with the demon curse on the east bank.
From this, Jiang Fang knew that they had not succeeded in dispelling the demons.
The demon still exists in some form on the Holy Land on the east coast, and has been broken by the visitor, allowing the east and west sides of the curse to connect.
However, Jiang Fang had no plans to turn back.
Now that it's over, he can't go back.
The long suspension bridge was enough to kill him.
Just as Nan Zhou was worried, Jiang Fang was alone and was trapped on the east bank like a lunatic asylum.
Instead of thinking back, move forward.
Just make sure that the last one to fall is not yourself, right
The castle is indeed huge.
The owner of the castle has good taste. There is a special painting room and a handicraft workshop on the first floor, and from the perspective of various utensils, Mr. Duke is quite fond of making metal ornaments.
In the main hall, there is a metal pterosaur about the size of a person, ready to fly.
The base below is engraved with the name of its creator.
Shelley, a name as romantic as a poet.
There are a lot of people walking around in the castle, and the rooms are not as mysterious as the East Bank Church. I can't wait to lock the doors of every room.
It stands to reason that the investigation of the East Coast teammates will not be completely locked up like they are, and it will be difficult to advance.
Unfortunately, their role is that of servants, and they have to serve a sick duke. They are busy every day, which greatly dilutes their time to investigate the available information.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the people on the east coast are ordinary players with more than enough execution and lack of decision-making.
They will not have outstanding individual abilities like Ban Hang, nor will they be emotional like him, but they really lack a backbone who can command and order.
So, the other day, their progress was so slow that they missed the most valuable information.
For example, the Duke's diary.
Jiang Fang smashed the only locked drawer in the upper left corner of the study desk with his bare hands, picked up the luxurious and gilded diary with his blood-stained hands, and walked straight out without giving himself time to read it in detail. .
Jiang Fang's figure walked through the silent castle, and his unsmiling face was reflected on the bright floor.
Without any audience, he has no need to pretend.
While looking for the team members, he avoided the lunatic who would come out from nowhere, and opened the diary with his blood-stained fingertips.
The first sentence of the title page is, I would like to fall in love with you for any period of time. But, but, not now.
When he read this sentence, Jiang Fang was walking up the stairs.
As he stepped up a step with his right foot, he couldn't help but stop.
… "time"
When he was looking down at the diary, a pale face appeared on the top of the spiral staircase, holding a knife in his palm, watching Jiang Fang quietly and from top to bottom.
The author has something to say: a big crisis on both sides qwq