"Do you want power?"
"Do you want to gain power..."
"You want to get..."
Lard on the bed suddenly woke up and sat up in the darkness covered in cold sweat.
At this time, a rough male voice sounded from the side: "What, nightmare?"
Lalder was startled at first, turned his head suddenly, saw the familiar skinny figure standing by the window, he was relieved, and whispered: "You are here."
The "person" at the window turned around slowly, "he" was wrapped in a gray robe, and the huge hood was buckled on the "top of the head", revealing the darkness below.
The place where the face should be is empty, as if the hood is hanging in the air.
Even though they were already familiar with each other, Lalder couldn't help but flinch when he looked at the clothes that seemed to be floating in the air—he wondered countless times, what exactly is this
God? No... There must be no gods who are so downcast, so demons? Or... some ghost that haunts the world forever
Anyone with a normal brain knows that this guy of unknown origin should not be trusted. Lalder knows he should be on guard against him, but...
No one can resist that temptation.
That kind of... under the guidance of the other party, the unparalleled power that I can really feel. Human language cannot describe it, because humans have never had that kind of power.
Human beings are born to enjoy sunshine, rain, dew and wisdom, so they are deprived of this inherent power by fair creation.
This upright walking race can't fly, can't go into the water, doesn't have enough strong muscles, and even feels very limited natural elements. Every part of the body is so fragile and delicate. Every time the teacher's explanation let them know that human beings What a fragile creature it is, with just a little strength, it can kill him in an instant.
That is what the world deprives people of, and only those who take it back can feel the inseparability. Lard tried to control, but failed.
At this time, the person at the window said: "The flower has already grown its petals. You have done a good job. Why don't you go and have a look?"
The moonlight shone on his "face", but it seemed to be absorbed by a black hole, and it disappeared without a trace in mid-air.
Lard hesitated for a while, got up from the bed, pushed open the closet in front of the gray-robed man, groped inside for a while, and after a soft sound, a narrow door for only one person appeared in front of them.
Lard habitually turned his head back, asked others to go first in a gentlemanly way, and stretched out his hand halfway, only to remember that the monster behind him never walked in front of others, so he could only smirk with an asymmetrical face, pushed open the door and walked away went in.
The narrow door behind him closed quietly, and Lard seemed to hear the low laugh of the gray-robed man. He endured the horror and looked back, but he didn't see any clues from the face that was integrated with the darkness.
Just after they left, two people sneaked into Lard's apartment.
"Be respectful." There was no one in the hall. Carlos looked around indifferently, and even couldn't help reaching out to rummage through. Finally, Aldo couldn't bear to hold him back, and warned in a low voice, "Although Mr. Lard doesn't come out Tasks, but he has been in the temple for so many years, big and small things are taken care of by him alone, I know you don't take him seriously behind the scenes, and it's enough to stop in front of you."
Carlos shrugged and said casually: "Yeah, I heard that the temple he runs is running a deficit every year. I really don't know what to say-well, what is this?"
There is a painting in the corner, which is obviously not to the owner's liking. There is a layer of dust on it, as if it has not been taken care of for a long time. Next to the painting is a strange-looking puppet, which is not like the ones on the market. Again, rather than cloth, it might as well be some kind of wool—Carlos picked it up and looked at it curiously.
"If you don't know what to say, just keep your mouth shut." Aldo frowned and knocked off his hand, "Put it down—you guys' reputation is not much better."
"At least it was made with real knives and guns." Carlos was still reluctant to part, "He is an old man who puts some puppet at home, maybe it is some kind of evil thing... Hey!"
"Will you put evil things in the living room for people to visit casually?" Aldo burst out a sentence through his teeth.
"I won't play with this kind of thing!"
"Then who goes into District Six all day long to read dubious books?"
"I'm going to clean the house..."
"Shut up, idiot!"
The two were arguing like thieves, and went upstairs carefully, so that Carlos didn't see that there was a line of small characters written on the back of the plush doll he had thrown in the corner-"Childhood Toy Factory, 2003".
Carlos asked in a low voice: "Do you really think there is something wrong with him? Just from a visit record?"
"Mr. Lard visits the teacher regularly, and sorts out the things that need to be seen by the archbishop. He came that evening, but because he forgot something, he left on purpose to retrieve it." Aldo used his usual, some He explained in a cold but unhurried tone, "I admit that Mr. Lard, a priest, really doesn't have much authority, so he likes to use every opportunity to show off. The materials that will be recorded by the therapist are obviously trivial. It’s such a trivial matter, why would he go there himself because of this? And the therapist’s note said that the teacher’s spirit was particularly bad that day. I suspect that Mr. Lard took some kind of… such as a key from the teacher when he was in a coma. Or something like a license, and then deliberately pretended to take the document, and took something while leaving."
"Hmm." Carlos didn't seem to be touched at all, and it took him a long time to reply in a strange voice.
"What's the matter?" Aldo asked violently, his eyes twitching.
"It's nothing, I think you are really a child genius."
Aldo: "..."
This brat!
However, at this moment, Carlos, who had been briskly trying to squeeze him out with words, suddenly let out a muffled grunt, knelt down on the ground with one knee, and pressed his hand firmly on his chest.
"Hello!" Aldo was taken aback by the sudden movement, and looked around. Fortunately, no one was disturbed, so he quickly squatted down, "What's going on?"
Even in the dark, Carlos's extremely ugly face could be seen. The young man's fingers were clutching the clothes on his chest almost convulsively, and his lips were pursed white.
"I..." he took a deep breath, "I... I..."
With three "I"s on his face, he didn't speak a complete sentence. Aldo finally realized the seriousness of the problem. He grabbed the back of Carlos's hand and felt the coldness on it. Through the skin, his pulse was beating fast. , Carlos's shoulders trembled a little.
"What's wrong? Injury? Illness? How come I never knew you had heart disease?"
Carlos waved his hand, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and the boy's clear eyes suddenly turned sharp, which made Aldo let go of his hand involuntarily, and was shocked to find that the person in front of him became strange. ...something that only people like a teacher have.
Carlos made a movement subconsciously, as if the person wearing the hat pulled the brim of the hat down, but it was in vain. He was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed a little confused, and a layer of contradictory bewilderment flashed across his face.
Later, he came back to his senses and whispered to Aldo: "There is something... uncomfortable in this room."
"What?" Aldo failed to grasp the spirit of his abstract words.
"I can't describe it. I had this feeling when I was in Tangers Castle, as if something was pressing on my chest, but it passed in a flash, and I didn't pay attention."
"You can't pay attention to this!" Aldo wanted to pinch his neck and shake it to see what was going on in this guy's mind all day long, "Think about it carefully, what makes you feel uncomfortable? Don't Pretend to be garlic! I know you have a good memory."
"Oh, that's all right, just lighten up, let me think about it..." Carlos frowned and recalled for a long time, "It seems like a box, white, with a circle of strange patterns on it."
Aldo was stunned, and asked, "What kind of pattern?"
"It's kind of like water waves, going round and round—what do you ask for?"
"Human bone box." Aldo said softly.
"Um?"
"That's probably a human bone box," Aldo said with a serious face while pulling him up from the ground, "I know this thing, it is said to be a very solemn magic weapon, only evil things that can't be killed in legends , will be sealed in that thing."
"Wow," Carlos sighed, "sounds amazing?"
"Of course it's remarkable! If you pay more attention to the 'orthodox classics' in the temple and avoid reading two idle books in the sixth district, you should know that this is common sense!" Aldo gave him a stare, it doesn't matter, he said in horror When he found that Carlos ran to the door of a room that looked like the master bedroom at some point, and pushed the door open a small crack, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Help! You're going to tell Mr. Lard that the two of us came to him for a late-night snack, you idiot!
Carlos had pushed the door open a small crack, and then calmly turned around in Aldo's panic: "There is no one inside."
Aldo was taken aback.
"The feeling just came from here." Carlos walked in carelessly, whistled suddenly when his next foot fell, his footsteps hung in the air abruptly, he swayed to maintain his balance, and moved He said to Aldo funnyly, "Guess what, our idiot priest can draw a magic circle, or attack a magic circle."
He moved his feet a little to the side, and cautiously tiptoed against the wall and walked around the magic circle on the ground.
Aldo felt the weak power of the magic circle, but frowned: "Spikes?"
"If you step on it, you will be strung into a hedgehog." Carlos shrugged, "Who is he defending against?"
The two walked around the room cautiously. The bedding on the bed was spread out, but it was already cold, the windows were closed tightly, and there was no trace of the owner.
Just when Aldo was about to ask Carlos to leave together, there was a soft sound from behind the closet, and a door that only one person could pass through slowly opened in front of the two of them. The inside was extremely deep, like a black hole.
Aldo and Carlos tensed their bodies at the same time, but after waiting for a while, not even a fly flew out of it. The two teenagers looked at each other, and Carlos was the first to go in, but Aldo grabbed his wrist.
The blond boy shook his head solemnly: "No—Carl, let's go back."
"But I feel that thing is down there, the one you mentioned, the human bone box." Carlos was a little anxious, as if something in the black hole was calling him.
"No!" Aldo suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he firmly rejected it.
This is so wrong! If the door hadn't been opened by itself, he and Karl would never have discovered the master's secret passage. Aldo thought about it, and a layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on his back—it was so smooth, the records found by the teacher were so smooth, why did the therapist note Will it be put together with the daily records, so that people can't help but look at it at the same time? Someone led them to this place on purpose.
Aldo is not as curious as Carlos, he is a resolute and cautious faction.
Normally, Carlos' position is not very firm. Usually, once Aldo gets serious, he will soon follow suit. However, at this moment, a man's hysterical laughter suddenly came from the narrow door, which seemed crazy.
It's Lard!
The secret room smelled bloody, and the entire wall was covered with totems of human or animal blood, and a dark flower was cultivated in a complicated magic circle in the middle.
The gray-robed man standing in the corner admired Lard's greedy eyes enough, and smiled quietly in the darkness.
His empty sleeve floated lightly in the air, and a skeleton-like hand stretched out from it, making a strange gesture.
Lard suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his whole body was in an abnormal state of madness. He opened his mouth wide and let out a scalp-numbing shrill smile: "Did you see it? Did you see it? The petals turned red." ! turned red!"
The man in the gray robe didn't speak or move, watching Lard perform like a pantomime - in fact, there was still only a black flower in front of him.
"I feel it, power! Yes, the power that was taken away by the gods! It's starting to return to my body! As long as I kill him, as long as I kill the sacrifice immediately, it will never be lost again! Haha Ahahaha!" Lalder was ecstatic about the "power" in his body, he felt that he could feel all the elements of the entire temple, the entire Sara State, and the entire continent—as if he suddenly had the power to call the wind and rain , The ability to pull mountains and fill seas.
The man in gray robe added fuel to the flames at the right time, and said softly, "The person you are looking for is here."
"What?"
The gray-robed man stopped talking, and suddenly, his whole body turned into a dusty shadow, and suddenly got into a box under the flower... a human bone box carved with patterns like water patterns.
At the same time, Lalder raised his head and saw the two teenagers appearing at the door of the secret room. After a moment of stunned, he slowly grinned, revealing an inhuman smile.