The moment the eyes on the head opened, a gust of dark wind suddenly swirled in the basement.
Candles, oil lamps, and even the only electric light were extinguished.
The entire basement was plunged into darkness.
Only two spots of scarlet glowed ferociously.
Those are... the eyes of the head!
"careful!"
The mutation surprised John, but it didn't frighten the sheriff to lose his mobility. While pulling out a flintlock revolver and shooting at the head, he pulled the old nun behind him.
John didn't forget that he promised Lied to protect the old nun.
However, things were a little unexpected.
boom!
bang bang!
Three shots in a row hit the forehead between the foreheads.
Although the surroundings were dark, the light from the head's eyes gave John the best illumination, like a 'guiding light'.
It's just that the head was unscathed!
The bullet hit it, and it was useless except for a few sparks splashed.
On the contrary, a cold feeling came from the hand, and quickly hit the whole body.
Not the palm that holds the gun!
Yes... pulling the palm of the old nun.
"Could it be?!"
The bad guesses welling up in his heart made John subconsciously let go.
But he was holding the old nun's hand as if it was glued on by super glue, and he couldn't let go no matter what.
And the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow more and more.
Along with the cold came a slippery liquid that dripped from the neck. He didn't need to touch it. With the police's experience and the stench, he could tell it was blood.
Then, the head appeared in front of John.
The necks intersect and the eyes meet.
They look extremely intimate.
But if he could choose, John would never choose such an action.
Even the owner of this head was extremely young and beautiful during his lifetime.
But there was only one head left, which was still soaked in blood and swollen, and no one could look at it calmly.
At the same time, a question appeared in John's mind.
Where is Sister Moni
As if seeing John's doubts, the head showed an ugly smile, and it was slightly shifted to allow enough vision.
Immediately, John saw the old nun.
The old nun whose head was beaten to pieces and fell in a pool of blood.
"this?!"
John froze in place.
Even as a sheriff, he has experience that ordinary people don't have, and has dealt with many vicious guys, but the scene in front of him still had a great impact on John.
He actually killed the person he wanted to protect? !
How can this be? !
The impact made John unsteady and his body shook.
And when the old nun who was lying in a pool of blood staggered up from the ground, John was struck by lightning, opened his mouth facing him, showing sharp teeth, and turned a blind eye to the head biting towards his throat up.
puff!
Blood sprayed out.
Pain travels to the brain.
John touched his throat instinctively.
Just when his fingers touched the skin on his neck, the light turned on!
Candles, oil lamps and electric lamps were lit at the same time!
The entire basement is flooded with light.
That box is still a box.
The corpse in the box is still a corpse.
The head was fixed there, and although the eyes were opened, they were of ordinary color, not scarlet.
The old nun prayed in a low voice, and a faint white light appeared on her body.
"Benevolent Bernadette, your radiance protects your believers!"
"Benevolent Bernadette, your brilliance protects innocent people!"
…
Looking at the white light, John quickly felt the inner peace.
But everything that just happened in my mind became more and more clear.
"What just happened?"
When the old nun's prayers stopped, John asked impatiently.
Even though he had seen Gong Lansen's inhuman strength in the sewer, the scene in front of him was even more unforgettable.
The wave formed by gold is undoubtedly terrifying.
But a moving corpse is even more terrifying.
Death, is essentially the same.
But the fear brought about by death is different, especially when it is related to corpses and the like, the fear will be magnified countless times.
"Wandering brought on by restless souls."
"But… "
The old nun hesitated to speak.
"But what?"
John pressed.
"It is impossible for ordinary souls to form such power, and..."
The old nun stopped talking again.
This made John even more anxious.
"Sister Moni, can you finish it all at once?"
"I don't think it's a nun's job to tickle people's appetites!"
John said so.
It can be seen that what happened just now, even bathed in the radiance emitted by the old nun when she was praying, still made the sheriff feel deeply uneasy, otherwise he would not have asked in such a joking tone hoping to relax.
"yes… "
The old nun's words stopped again.
This time, it was not Sister Moni's will, but another mutation occurred.
Not the corpse whose soul rests in the chest.
Instead, it was a little farther away, in a few simple metal cabinets.
where is this
The morgue of the police station.
What is the most indispensable thing in the morgue
corpse.
The answer is obvious.
However, when he heard the knocking sound of 'dang, dang' echoing in his ears, John, the sheriff, had never felt disgusted with the morgue like this moment.
"Sister, what shall we do?"
Looking at the constantly shaking metal cabinet, John raised his hand and raised his pistol and asked anxiously.
John knew that a pistol was useless against these things, but what he could call a weapon in his hand was a pistol.
The old nun didn't answer, but prayed again.
This time the prayer was confirmed more than before.
Not only did she kneel on the ground, but the old nun also drew a simple picture on the ground.
Standing on the sidelines, John can roughly tell that this painting is a sun that has just emerged halfway from the horizon, and the sun is shining on the fields, rivers, and hillsides.
"Benevolent Bernadette, please show the lost souls their way back..."
Amidst the sound of prayer, the sketches on the ground and the old nun were shrouded in a faint light.
But the banging sound of the metal cabinet did not disappear.
instead…
It's getting louder.
After all, the gods are long gone.
How can they possibly guide the lost soul
"Sister Monie, we need to leave!"
John looked at the severely twisted metal cabinet, as if he saw the corpse that was about to pounce in the next moment, and pulled up the old nun involuntarily.
The prayers stopped abruptly.
The old nun looked pained.
Nothing was more unacceptable to her than the scene in front of her.
The once great Lord of Dawn, but now he can't even appease a few lost souls...
Although not the first time.
But every time the old nun felt hopeless.
Layer after layer of superposition.
Show up again and again.
Like an abyss.
boom!
The overwhelmed metal cabinet cracked in another impact.
Three corpses crawled out from inside, with low roars, and rushed towards the old nun and the sheriff like wild beasts.
Without hesitation, the sheriff once again blocked the old nun behind him and raised the gun in his hand.
Even if he knew it was useless, he would not sit still.
However, the sheriff did not pull the trigger.
Because, a figure stood in front of him.
With a faint, yet substantive brilliance.
At the same time, the sketch on the ground suddenly lit up.
That is ten times, a hundred times the light far beyond before.
After touching the light, the rushing corpses fell to the ground without any signs of movement.
Everything was quiet in the morgue.
Only the brilliance that covered up all the light remained.
Gentle and tough, unyielding, just like the morning light.
"Son of God?!"