She was sure of it - it felt exactly the same as what she had experienced at Gebrina's doorstep! She wanted to speak, to warn Darent to jump down, or even to pull out her pistol and shoot directly at the gap. But she couldn't do anything. The body was nailed down like a specimen. Not to mention moving or speaking, she couldn't even look away. The exposed right eye was like metal attracted by a magnet, and the focus of his sight was fixed on the figure in the gap. He felt the gaze directly and was looking at it at the same time. "Ok!" At this moment, a faint, refreshing feeling spread from my left eye to my entire head. Hitzfeld was refreshed and finally broke free from the restraint. She immediately pulled out the Prang-style aiming slit from the holster under her armpit and fired three shots in a row. This time, her magazine was filled with silver bullets.
"Ouch!" The branches rustled and a figure fell from them. "Dalent!" The girl ran over, "Are you hurt?" "It's okay." Darent lay in the bushes and raised a hand to show that he was fine. "I think you should pay more attention to our employer than me." "Mickey?" Hitzfeld immediately turned around and happened to see Mickey Gebrina's body limp and fall down. The kerosene lamp fell heavily to the ground, and the flame inside flickered for a while before going out, plunging them into complete darkness. "Do you have a gun, Darent?" "Bring it." "Then I'm going to go see Mickey first." Smear reached the man and Hitzfeld forcefully flipped him over to face up. Her vision gradually adjusted to the darkness, and with that tiny bit of weak moonlight, she saw that Mickey's eyes were wide open, with tears of blood flowing from the corners of his eyes. "Mickey." She patted his face. "Can you talk, Mickey?" "Okay." The man nodded, but still stared at the sky, at the lush branches and leaves that blocked the sky. "Briefly describe how you feel right now." Hitzfeld put his hand on his chest and could feel his heart beating very violently. "I will decide whether to take you to see a doctor immediately based on your statement."
"I feel a little uncomfortable..." Mickey said. "My eyes hurt, my head felt dizzy, my heart ached, and I felt uncomfortable everywhere..." Eyes, brain and heart. Aren’t these the three sets of organs that Johnny is missing? Hitzfeld decided immediately: "Hold on, I'll let Darent carry you to find a doctor." "Hitzfeld!" At the same time, she heard Darent calling from behind, his tone very tense and serious. She clenched the Plankton and turned around, looking in the direction that Darent was staring at, and saw clusters of branches and leaves swaying in the night breeze. "sand……" "sand……" This kind of noise alone is nothing. The key point is that these branches and leaves are constantly changed in position by the wind, and occasionally, some gaps between them will form deep and strange slender human figures. Darent really got it right... As he stepped back a little bit, Hitzfeld felt a tingling sensation from his scalp to his back. As long as a gap of a certain shape is formed, it can cause harm... Yes, she was now very sure that Johnny must have died from such an evil spirit! Isn't the scope of harm caused by this thing too wide? Is this a curse? If it is a curse, how big is its scope? Is it true that the curse can only be activated by the human-shaped gap formed near the river beach? Or as long as it is within the scope of the town of Barvik, no matter when and where, no matter whether it is a human figure drawn on paper or a human figure outlined on the edge of a building on the corner, as long as an outline is formed and someone sees that outline, it can be activated? In an instant, she thought a lot. At the same time, she also felt the cold gazes coming from all directions, looming along with the human figures. "Gold..." "Gold..." The whisper that had always troubled her and never disappeared from her side suddenly became louder at this moment. "Do you have any gold..."
"Do you have any gold..." "Watch..." "Watch..." "Anything humanoid..." "Anything humanoid..." "I want gold..." "My gold..." Completely, immobile. Hitzfeld was feeling it now, too. My head felt heavy, my heart ached, and my exposed right eye seemed to be shedding tears. Damn... She desperately urged her body to try to struggle out again. Why is my left eye unresponsive? Is it because it’s only Tuesday? Will it not move until it approaches eternal night? "……Well!" Just when she was at a loss, she felt herself being lifted up by the waist. It's Darent. The head is facing down, the back is facing up, and the body is folded in half on the shoulders. She saw Darent's trousers and shoes swinging rapidly, and through the gap in the middle she saw Mickey dragging on the ground. He ran for an unknown distance in one breath, and only when he saw the flickering fire inside the house again did Hitzfeld feel that he had stopped. "call!" A sigh came from above my head. He steadied her shoulders with one hand, and with a shake of his left shoulder, he lowered her steadily to the ground. His legs and feet felt tingling and numb, and Hitzfeld almost sat down. "……what is that?" She was still frightened and trembling as she tried to look back. "Don't look!"
Darent blocked his view with his hand. "One of the triggering conditions is eye contact." "It will manifest itself if you see it." "So don't look at it, and try to focus on where it's impossible to form an outline." "understood." Hitzfeld stared down at the road beneath his feet. Then she saw Mickey. Because Darent had dragged him by the collar all the way, and because he was already feeling unwell, he had completely fainted. Seeing the traces of blood and tears on his face, she quickly wiped her own face. Fortunately, she was just shedding tears. Would that kind of gaze be so harmful to ordinary people who didn't have their spirits awakened? Looking at Mickey again, she couldn't help but feel terrified. Then she raised her eyes slightly to look at her partner and found that even though he had just experienced strenuous exercise, Darent's face was not red and he was not out of breath. He looked particularly calm and composed. His brows couldn't help but furrowed. Darent came from the Wheel of Fortune. As a transcendent being, he had his own ways, so it was not surprising that he could break free from the gaze. But this physical strength... isn't it a bit exaggerated? Not to mention he's so thin. It doesn't conform to common sense at all? And that strange figure... He hadn't taken it seriously before, but now Hitzfeld remembered what Mrs. Gebrina said. "The curse of blood-veined gold..." she murmured. Just then, she heard a shrill scream. It can be distinguished that the sound is coming from the Gebrina family, which is 20 meters away. Chapter 14 Red Hair Bernie-Gebrina is dead. When Hitzfeld heard this name for the first time, he was confused for a moment. But she soon realized that since she already knew the other members of the Gebrina family, or at least had heard of their names, then this person she had never heard of must be Mickey Gebrina's mysterious grandmother.
Things happened very quickly. When Darent carried Mickey on his back and rushed back to the Gebrina home with Hitzfeld, they only saw Chris, Helen and other children kneeling in the yard, crying around a person lying down. Mrs. Gebrina hid aside and wiped her tears. She was fine - her emotions were more controllable than her children. But when she saw the unconscious man on Darent's back, she also couldn't help but panic. "This is Mickey!?" She screamed, "What have you done to him?" It took Hitzfeld a great deal of effort to explain their experience in general, but even then he could not stop Mrs. Gebrina from cursing. "You accomplices!" "Executioner!"