Chapter 189: Shadow of Thorns
Before leaving the Secret Service Bureau, Yu Sheng told Baili Qing some details he had found out from Lao Zheng.
After hearing about Lao Zheng's experience, Song Cheng on the side showed an indignant look. Even though the leader was present, he couldn't help but curse: "Damn, what these Angel Cultists do is never human..."
Baili Qing listened silently and thought for a moment, frowning slightly: "Did you write down the pattern drawn with blood in the 'spiritual ritual' that the cultists taught Lao Zheng?"
Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, his expression a little embarrassed: "Uh, I really can't remember this clearly, mainly because the pattern itself has been cleaned once, it is very, very faint, and I can't see it..."
Before he finished speaking, Irene beside him suddenly blinked and raised her hand happily: "I'll write it down."
Then the puppet looked at Yu Sheng and immediately explained: "When you were distracted, the pattern on the ground lit up for a moment. Although it was only for a short time, I remembered it."
Baili Qing immediately took a pen and paper from the desk and handed it to the doll: "Can you draw it?"
Irene struggled to hold the pen that was almost as long as her arm: "Maybe it will work, I'll give it a try..."
As she spoke, she bent down and began to carefully sketch on the paper a complex circular pattern composed of a large number of strange symbols and patterns. She was very unfamiliar with it at first, as if she was not very used to the pen in her hand, but soon her movements became smoother, and a circular array that looked dizzying gradually took shape under her pen.
Yu Sheng was dumbfounded watching from the side, and blurted out after a while: "Oh no... is your memory really that good?! I don't usually see you remember anything important!"
Irene struggled to draw without looking up. "I was sealed and forgot a lot of things, but my brain is not damaged! Normally, my memory is very good, okay... Oh, my hands are too small, it's so hard to draw this, Yusheng, when can you make me a body of normal size..."
Yu Sheng listened to the little puppet's mumbling, and his first reaction was to look at the guy's head, and a question popped up in his mind -
The three Iresnes were either made of clay and lotus roots, or built of rebar and stones... Is there really an organ called a "brain" in her head?
While Yu Sheng was muttering to himself, the little doll had almost finished drawing the complex array. When she was about to finish the last section, Baili Qing suddenly broke the silence: "Don't complete the last section of the pattern, draw it on another piece of paper."
Irene said "oh" and ran to another piece of paper and continued drawing seriously. Yu Sheng couldn't help but be a little surprised. He looked up at Baili Qing and thought that it really took a professional to do this - he had never thought about such detailed safety measures.
"Finally finished the drawing - MD, I'm so tired." After a while, Miss Doll finally finished drawing the whole pattern. She raised her head and glanced at Baili Qing, then handed over two pieces of paper. "It should be correct."
Baili Qing took the papers very solemnly and looked at the patterns on the two papers with a serious expression.
"It does have the basic elements of spiritualism... but the key nodes have been modified. It should be used to 'point to' the sleeping dark angel. This may help us understand his nature. Very important information. Thank you."
Irene immediately straightened her chest and her expression gradually became proud.
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Little Red Riding Hood strolled through the open space between the East Building and the West Building. When she passed the outdoor activity area, she couldn't help but stop and looked in a certain direction in a trance.
Near the sandpit where the children played, a brightly colored swing set caught her eye.
Looking at the swing, she somehow recalled the painting in Lao Zheng's notebook - and the smiling girl standing in front of the swing.
This should be the place in Lao Zheng's memory, but the swing in front of him is actually not the one from twenty years ago - the previous one was replaced with the new one a few years ago because it was too old and posed a safety hazard.
Little Red Riding Hood hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat on the swing, rocking gently back and forth.
It was winter, very cold, and there was still some wind near dusk. It was not very pleasant to swing outside in this season. Little Red Riding Hood stopped quickly, and at this moment, she seemed to see something out of the corner of her eye.
In the evening glow, a shadow seemed to be floating at the corner of the outer wall of the east building - the outline of the shadow looked like a piece of thorns attached to the wall, spreading from the base of the wall to a height of about one meter.
Little Red Riding Hood frowned, immediately took out her cell phone to take a picture, then quickly jumped off the swing and ran over there. Her figure seemed to jump in the shadows, and she reached the corner of the wall almost instantly, but when she arrived, the shadow that spread like thorns had disappeared.
She took out her cell phone and looked through the photos she had just taken. She saw that everything was normal in the photos and there was no thorny shadow in the corner.
An optical illusion? Is it because the light at dusk is bad and you are dazzled?
Little Red Riding Hood dismissed the idea almost instantly. After being a spirit detective for so many years, one of the most important lessons she learned was not to easily regard those fleeting inconsistencies as "illusions". Because in mysticism, even if you are really "dazzled" and see something that does not exist, when a scene is observed by yourself, it also has its "reality interference meaning".
There were footsteps coming from the side. Little Red Riding Hood looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a thin girl with short hair who looked two or three years younger than her walking by with a pile of books. The girl noticed this and stopped curiously to greet her: "Sister Red Riding Hood, what are you doing?"
In the orphanage, members who become "parents" are accustomed to calling each other by code names. Only those children who have not yet passed the awakening period will be called by their real names. This is a rule passed down from a long time ago. It is said that this can stabilize the "role identity" after the awakening period, but no one knows whether it is useful or not.
In the "Fairy Tale" organization, no one knows whether rules like this are effective, but everyone believes that there are many "rules" that can be used to stabilize the situation and prolong survival.
"I just saw some strange shadows, but they disappeared as soon as I turned around. It's better to arrange for someone to walk around outside this building a few more times tonight," Little Red Riding Hood said casually, and then she noticed the pile of books in the little girl's arms, "Snow White? Where did these books come from?"
The petite girl called "Snow White" raised her arm and said, "It was donated by someone else. It went through the channel of the Sunshine Foundation and will be sent to the reading room."
Little Red Riding Hood frowned and asked seriously, "Have you checked the contents?"
"I've checked. There are no gay men or lesbians. The content of the books for readers over 14 years old is normal heterosexual. Those under 14 are not allowed to date..."
"I didn't ask you to check this!" Little Red Riding Hood glared at Snow White, "What on earth do you usually pay attention to..."
"I was just kidding. You've been so nervous lately," Snow White laughed. "I really checked. The contents of the book are fine. There is no tampering or replacement. There are no factors that may cause mental instability in children."
Little Red Riding Hood waved her hands helplessly, and at this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang - the monkey started to somersault again.
When Snow White heard the ringtone, she couldn't help but complain: "Sister Red Riding Hood, seriously, have you ever considered changing this ringtone? And where did you find this tune? It hasn't been changed in years..."
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"When I was on a mission, I met an Algrad man who shared this with me. He said it was a song from the 'Distant Realm' star region," Little Red Riding Hood said casually, "I quite like it, and I'm not used to it when it's changed."
As she spoke, she answered the call, and the next second she heard Yu Sheng's voice coming from the receiver: "Hello, is this Wang Jiajia?"
The corner of Little Red Riding Hood's eye twitched, and Snow White next to her pulled her mouth open: "Ah, your real name is exposed?"
"Go away," Little Red Riding Hood waved her hand to drive the other person away, and then coughed twice, "Ahem, I didn't mean that you - have something to do with me?"
Yu Sheng's voice came from the receiver: "I'm back from the Secret Service. I told them about Lao Zheng. Also, we caught the angel believers who performed the sacrifice in the white exhibition hall. I dug out something from one of their heads."
Little Red Riding Hood's expression changed visibly, and her tone suddenly became serious: "What did you find?"
"Are you in the orphanage now? I'll go over and tell you about the situation and discuss something with you."
"I'm here..."
Little Red Riding Hood said this, but just as she finished her words, she saw a door not far away suddenly opened, and Yu Sheng walked out with Hu Li, waving his cell phone in his hand: "That's perfect, let's go back to the same room as last time?"
Irene also poked her head out from behind Yu Sheng: "Hi, here we are again!"
little Red Riding Hood:"……"
The girl held it in for a long time before finally saying, "Can't you say hello before you open the door?"
Yu Sheng: "When I was talking to you on the phone just now, I also reported it to the Secret Service..."
"I mean you say hello to me!" Little Red Riding Hood glared at the other side, "What if I'm taking a bath!"
Yu Sheng was embarrassed when he heard this, and he quickly explained: "That's not the case. Unless I teleport randomly, I can only open the door to places I've been to. You haven't taken me into your bathroom - and I'm not a pervert."
Irene slammed her head against his knee: "You'd better stop explaining. The more you explain, the more you sound like a pervert."
Yu Sheng: “…”
(End of this chapter)
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