Chapter 100 Communication with the Dead
It must be admitted that there are differences among colleagues. The difference between the spirit world detectives is huge. Some people have to take two doses of medicine after seeing an evil thing, and their ribs hurt when they look back to calculate the benefits. Some people are like the legendary investigators in those stories. When they see a foreign land, they kick the door open and go in, and then beat up the entity inside...
But Little Red Riding Hood quickly adjusted her mindset and decided not to argue with the "hostel trio" in front of her. After all, according to the judgment given by the Secret Service (and her own judgment), the three members of the entire "hostel" could not even form the word "human", and one of them might be a high-risk entity. Which good person would compete with an entity in "alien adaptability"?
Yu Sheng didn't know what the girl in red was thinking about when she suddenly fell silent. He just circled around the strange and terrifying "sacrifice" again, trying to find more clues, and asked curiously: "If this was done by a human, what a perverted person he must be - I can understand running in to steal things, after all, we are essentially stealing things, but after stealing things, why do you do this?"
"In a weird religious ceremony, sacrifice should be the main purpose. Taking away the statue of the 'Lamenter' might just be a convenience," Little Red Riding Hood shook her head. "Those who do this are usually cultists or extremists. They hope to gain powerful power, enlightenment, blessings, or the 'attention' of some strange existence by sacrificing to a foreign land. Judging from the powerful mental pollution that this 'sacrifice' has already caused, the person who performed this 'sacrifice'... is an 'expert'."
"There are people like this?!" Yu Sheng's eyes widened in surprise. "There are people who 'follow' such a weird thing as the foreign land?"
"What they are after is not the foreign land, but power and something of a higher dimension. The foreign land is just the most convenient way for them to find the way to transcendence. Of course there are such people, and there are quite a few of them," Little Red Riding Hood sighed, revealing the other side of the truth of this world to Yu Sheng, a newcomer who knew nothing. "The Priory of Saints, the Black Spot Group, the Angel Cult, and those 'Convert Assemblies' that wander in the foreign land and are no longer sure if they can be considered human beings, may all do such things."
She paused when she said this, her expression becoming a little complicated: "In the foreign land... many people have suffered greatly. There are people in the border area and in the world outside the border area. We can rescue many people, but many more people fall into... the world of the 'other side' before they can be rescued, and can never come back again.
"Those who were not saved but did not die either went crazy, were taken away by the groups I mentioned, or were completely transformed into something other than human. The various influences in the alien realm have a huge impact on the human mind. It is common for people to be seduced by power, bewitched by hallucinations, and controlled by false memories.
"In fact, if you think about it, you should know that with so many strange and dangerous entities, it is impossible for everyone to always be firm in their determination and abide by human nature. There will always be people who go astray. It's just..."
"But?" Yu Sheng was listening to the new knowledge carefully. When he heard the other party suddenly stop, he asked subconsciously.
"But this kind of 'illegal intrusion' is not common in the border area," Little Red Riding Hood said solemnly, "The entire border area is monitored by the 'node network'. How did the 'intruder' in the museum sneak in?"
"That will be a headache for the Secret Service. They set up the 'node'. If there is a loophole in it, it will be a lot of fun."
Yu Sheng said this, shook his head, and walked towards the sacrificial victim on the platform.
When Little Red Riding Hood saw his action, she immediately exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Put him down," Yu Sheng said naturally, "He's dead. He can't continue to suffer like this. I've seen it all. I can't just ignore it."
"Be careful of curses! It's better to leave this kind of thing to the Secret Service's deep dive..." Little Red Riding Hood reminded subconsciously, but closed her mouth halfway through.
The deep-divers from the Secret Service came in fully armed, but their "resistance" might not be as high as the man in front of them...
"Do we need to protect the scene?" Yu Sheng turned around and asked Little Red Riding Hood curiously.
"...Yes," Little Red Riding Hood thought for a moment and nodded, "We'd better not move and leave this matter to professionals."
"Oh," Yu Sheng felt that this made sense, so he could only sigh with some regret. He had already come to the platform, observed the way the iron thorns were wrapped around and found its opening. He was grabbing the part without thorns and preparing to pull it down with force, but considering the necessity of "protecting the scene", he let go of his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he nodded to the victim kneeling on the platform, "I'm sorry, brother, I'm not a professional here - when we get out, we'll report to J... to the Secret Service, and ask them to send someone to take you out. Sorry for asking you to stay here for a while longer."
Little Red Riding Hood looked at Yu Sheng with a strange expression, and the latter soon noticed the look and turned his head: "What's wrong?"
Little Red Riding Hood almost said "I didn't expect you to be so humane" in her heart, but she changed her words abruptly: "...I didn't expect you to be so humane. Too many accidents happen in foreign lands, and many people are used to it. When they see the victims, they just mourn in their hearts, then go out and report to the Secret Service to send corpse collectors to deal with it. Few people care as much as you do... and even talk to the dead."
After she finished speaking, Hu Li beside her frowned slightly: "Isn't this a bit cold?"
Little Red Riding Hood sighed, "After all, in foreign lands, the 'corpse' itself can often become a dangerous factor. It is not uncommon for the remains of the victim to become the next perpetrator."
Yu Sheng waved his hands when he saw this: "I can't help it. After all, I'm a novice and I don't understand this."
As he spoke, his fingertips accidentally brushed the edge of the platform.
He touched the blood that had almost dried.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Everything happened in an instant, and Yu Sheng did not react at first - he saw Little Red Riding Hood, Irene and Hu Li suddenly stand still, and then everything in the hall quickly lost its color and became dim and depressing. A monotonous black, white and gray covered the entire exhibition hall, and in this suddenly still and quiet world, he was stunned for two or three seconds, and suddenly heard a slight creaking sound coming from behind him.
It sounded like the sound of stiff joints being twisted with difficulty - against such a quiet background, the abrupt sound even seemed a little harsh.
Yu Sheng slowly turned his neck.
The corpse on the stand, entangled in iron thorns and bleeding to death, also slowly turned its neck.
One gradually became terrified, and the other's face was covered in blood.
"Fuck!" Yu Sheng exclaimed subconsciously, but he stopped abruptly just halfway through the exclamation because he heard the corpse in front of him speak.
"The one who killed me..." The corpse's lips opened and closed, making a hoarse and difficult sound, "The one who killed me was... was..."
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Although Yu Sheng still didn't understand what was going on, he was almost anxious when he heard this: "Just get to the point first! Don't worry about grammar!"
Then he saw the corpse suddenly take a breath -
"The ones who killed me were Angel Cultists. There were two men. One was about 1.7 meters tall, black and fat, with short hair, glasses, and a mole on his forehead. The other was about 1.8 meters tall, very thin, bald, with a high nose bridge, in his forties, and wore a silver watch on his left hand. When they attacked, they kept repeating sentences like 'You will help Him come' and 'Savior from the sea of suffering'. They had a heavy accent from Wusonghe, Nancheng. They didn't take the statue of the Weeper away, but threw it directly into the corridor opposite. They were not interested in that. They just came here for the sacrificial ceremony. It hurts me to death..."
The corpse spoke a long string of words at an alarming speed, and even seemed to bite its tongue once or twice. Then it suddenly relaxed, raised its head slightly, looked at the ceiling of the white exhibition hall, and said softly and slowly as if whispering in a dream: "Ah... Eternal Peace is here to pick me up..."
He slowly lowered his head, returning to the "weeper" posture with his face covered with his hands, and became completely still.
Yu Sheng: “…”
He stood beside the stage in amazement. The corpse's words were so fast that he didn't even react. He was stunned when he saw the other party suddenly quiet down. After two seconds, he couldn't help but say: "Hey wait! Can you say it again? "
The corpse did not respond to him. Instead, the black, white and gray in the exhibition hall suddenly faded away. Irene, Hu Li and Little Red Riding Hood, who had just been in a static state, recovered in an instant - as if nothing unusual had happened.
Irene was the first to notice the slight changes in Yu Sheng's facial expression and "atmosphere". She looked at Yu Sheng curiously: "Hey? What's wrong? Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"
Yu Sheng suddenly woke up, took a breath, and turned to look at Little Red Riding Hood.
"The murderers were Angel Cultists. There were two men. One was 1.7 meters tall, dark and fat, with short hair, glasses, and a mole on his forehead. The other was 1.8 meters tall, thin, bald, with a high nose bridge, in his forties, and wearing a watch on his left hand. The two kept saying something like 'help Him to come' and 'save the Lord from suffering'. I don't remember it clearly, but it was something like that. They had a heavy accent from Wudaohe or something in Nancheng. They threw the statue of the Weeper in the opposite corridor... I almost forgot about it."
Little Red Riding Hood was confused: "...Ah?"
(End of this chapter)
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