He pointed at the mummy. "It tortures them in nightmares, abuses them, and absorbs the energy they lose when they wail in pain. The deceased only thinks it is a nightmare during that time - it may also use some methods to make them forget everything after waking up. When it thinks the time is right, it will start to reap the fruits. It will kill them in reality, and at this time, the memories and pain accumulated in the nightmare will fall on them in an instant. That's how those marks come from." "What about corruption? Won't corruption give birth to nightmares?" "The birth of a nightmare requires a lot of life essence." Ethan frowned. "They lost a lot of life essence before they died, and their life essence was drained on the spot after death. Such pupae cannot hatch nightmares." "It's most likely a new generation experimental product of the Eclipse Church... Our team 17 came here just for this thing! At this point, a smile appeared on his face. "The captain has been talking about this for a long time... She will definitely be very happy." I'm glad too. The girl breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the root cause of the murder lies in this thing.
Although the mastermind behind this, the Eclipse Church, cannot be dealt with yet, this is what Shadow Lion should worry about, and her life will be able to return to peace from now on... Out of caution, after bandaging the body, she walked to the corpse with the gun, considering whether to shoot it a few more times. She brought a full magazine and two full boxes of bullets. The small box containing the bullets was angular, and even though it was made of paper, it still made her feel uncomfortable. Anyway, the lady has a lot of bullets, so it would be a waste if she didn’t shoot a few more. As she thought this, she reached out and took off the mummy's hat. Then a scene that stunned her and Ethan appeared - The fine dust merged into the breeze and slowly dissipated. Where was the mummy's face under the hat? The clothes, pants and shoes quickly shrank and fell to the ground, including the two sickles extending from the cuffs... This thing called "Nightmare Man" actually disappeared again? "It seems that its maker anticipated this situation and left a way out for it." Ethan stood up and put his clothes on, his expression becoming serious again. "This special corpse puppet will become ethereal again after being destroyed once, and automatically seek out the deepest lust nightmare around to possess." "It had been killed by the captain once before. We thought this ability only happened once..." "There's some trouble..." Ethan frowned. The clock in the main room began to chime, and the clock in the main room began to chime. At this time and in this environment, how are they going to knock on those people's doors? I'm afraid that before we find any clues, the "nightmare man" who has possessed the body again will escape again. "Deepest desires and nightmares, huh?"
Hitzfeld thought. "Do greed, jealousy, and the like count?" "Of course." Ethan nodded. "In fact, any extreme negative emotions can easily attract it to possess you." "if it is like this……" He saw the one-eyed girl smile. "Then it didn't run very far..." Chapter 23 Life and Death After making quite a bit of noise, the former haunted house finally quieted down and fell into a terrifying atmosphere. Harvey Weir was holding a bloody chair leg in his hand, and in front of him lay his younger brother Jack Weir, who had a big hole in his head and something disgusting was slowly flowing out of it. "It's not my fault...Jack." Harvey panted softly and walked to the body. His stiff face twitched. "Everyone knows that I love you very much, Jack... You forced me to do this... You forced me to do this..." He behaved like a schizophrenic. Sometimes he pointed at the corpse and cursed it angrily, asking why it had disobeyed him in such a way when it was alive. Sometimes he sat on the floor, covered his face with his hands and cried out in pain. "I...I actually killed Jack!" "Goddess, am I going to fall into that invisible abyss?" It took him a while to calm down before he accepted the fact that he had really killed his brother. "...I didn't expect that Griman was right." Harvey stared blankly at the corpse not far away, his expression uncertain. He is the only one in the entire Flo Street, or even in the entire Sara Kingdom, who knows that Grimman's real identity is not a doctor, but a commercial spy from a neighboring country. When he arrived at the local area, he needed spies to collect enough intelligence. The Silver Wolf Gang, which the Will brothers could talk to, was naturally a good choice. He then took the opportunity to find Harvey, one of the brothers, to cooperate with him and promised to give him enough compensation when he left. This was seen by Xavi as a chance to leave the bottom. Even though the Silver Wolf Gang was doing well in the surrounding area, Harvey, who had been to the royal capital, knew that the Bridge Street District was really a remote place. There is not even a single person here, not even a single person, not even a single person. Life is only a few decades long, and he feels that he should not hesitate any longer. But Jack is different. This younger brother has been somewhat unambitious since he was young, as if the most important things in the world to him were eating, drinking, having fun and having friends. ...Once upon a time, this "most important" also included Harvey. [People who want to do great things should not be bound by temporary emotions. If your brother wants to hinder you, you can consider killing him. ] [Here, this is medicine. One portion is for the living, and the other is for the dead. The portion for the living can help you temporarily change your appearance to escape inspection, and the portion for the dead...]
Dr. Grimman's words continued to echo in Harvey's head. [It can make him look like he died from evil...] He took out two small paper packages from his pocket, each of which had the words "life" and "death" specially marked on it with a pen. "It's already been done. Now we can only listen to him." With a furious look on his face, Harvey decided to act immediately. He suppressed his nausea and fear and moved closer to Jack's body, straightened his terrifying head, pried open his mouth, and poured the "death" powder into it. Then he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, poured the "life" powder into it, stirred it well, and drank it all in one gulp. I sat on the three-legged chair and waited for a long time, but there was no response. "Maybe it will take some time for the medicine to take effect..." This was a good opportunity for Harvey to pack his luggage. He hurried upstairs, found a large, worn-out suitcase, and began packing the valuables in the house to take away. Jack said that bastard Grimman had already fled on the boat... While cleaning up, he gritted his teeth at this act of "betrayal". Fortunately, he asked him for these drugs in advance, so he didn't have to escape from the Bridge Street District. Let's see if he will keep his promise at the agreed place then. If he didn't defend it, he could do some small business in Port Wayne with the deeds of these houses and lands and the cash, which was much better than staying here as a suspect. Silverware cutlery. Gilded lamp. Pearl necklace. Out of print stamp album. Harvey was so focused on wrapping the items in clothes and putting them into boxes that he didn't notice a foot in the shadow outside the door. But no matter how slow he was, he could still smell the fishy odor. He turned around subconsciously, his eyes widened, he took a few steps back and knocked over the table, he pointed at the shadow, his whole body trembling and unable to speak. Because that was Jack Weir, whom he had just killed. There was a big hole in his head, and as he took steps, a mixture of red and white things would flow and drip out of it. For Harvey, there was no more horrifying scenario. He backed away, yelling, and kept ordering it not to come over. But this obviously didn't work. In the eyes of this thing, Harvey at this moment is like the sweetest and most precious food in the world. It wants to tear him apart bit by bit and eat everything of him into its stomach.
"Damn Grimman--damn it!!!" Finally realizing that he had been tricked by the devil, Harvey screamed in anger and tried to kill it again by swinging the chair leg. Just as he rushed out, a strange wind blew in from outside the door, carrying with it a faint black smoke, which quickly sank into Jack Weir's body and disappeared. As Harvey took the first step, the height of the corpse suddenly jumped from 173 cm to at least 180 cm. When Harvey took the second step, the face of the corpse, including the wounds, shrank rapidly, revealing a strange face that could be called a mummy. His lips slightly opened, he dared not take the third step. Instead, he turned around and reached for the window. He remembered that the fence should not be locked... Then he touched a locked button and saw a small note stuck to the window. [It's almost eternal night and you're still so careless... No need to thank me, just buy me a drink later.] Turning around tremblingly, he saw the final change in his brother. The five fingers stretched, twisted together in a spiral, stretched again... extended, deformed, and finally became two sickle-shaped organs similar to the forelimbs of a mantis. Two points of faint blue fire appeared in the monster's eye sockets, and a strong stench of rotting corpse began to spread from its body to the surroundings. "Jack...no...Jack?" The fishy wind blows against my face. The last thing Harvey saw was a spinning room and a headless corpse spurting blood. Then something grabbed his hair and a sharper pain pierced the back of his head. "boom!" Gunshots echoed. The mummy's action of absorbing the liquid suddenly stopped, a bullet hole appeared between its eyebrows, and it slowly fell down holding its head. ...just revealing Hitzfeld in the door frame. "Finally caught up..." Ethan followed upstairs breathlessly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. "I sent out fireworks, and support will arrive soon." "For your own good life, I suggest you go home and take a shower and go to bed immediately..." "I think so too." Putting down the gun, Hitzfeld's mouth curled up slightly. Centered between eyebrows.
This time the performance was perfect. It was worth it that she ran so hard all the way - to enter that trance state. She put away her gun and ejected an empty shell. She fired the gun in a self-proclaimed chic manner, immersed in the joy of discovering her "superpower" and the pride of playing a key role. But she didn't notice that Ethan was staring at the ordinary bullet shell. The mouth is opening wider and wider. --------