If an ordinary girl had come across this scene, she would have probably rolled her eyes and lost consciousness.
However, there is a divine skeleton buried in Wendy's body, which not only makes her superpowers more powerful, but also makes her more adaptable to unexpected situations - this is not the ability of the divine skeleton. If someone else experiences a chaotic change, their psychological quality will also increase exponentially, not to mention Wendy, or the Sullivan family are quite talented in this aspect.
The girl subconsciously avoided the tentacle of the unknown creature and was about to give her brother a hug, but her fingers suddenly passed through Igor's arm.
Got through!!!
Everyone present was stunned by this scene.
The lights in the basement were so dim that they effectively concealed Igor's translucent body.
Then Igor reacted quickly. To be honest, he didn't expect that he had really turned into a ghost so completely. He hadn't felt anything unusual when he was talking to Shirley Joyce just now.
"Wendy, it's okay, it's just..."
"Brother..." Wendy's golden, beast-like eyes suddenly filled with tears. She sobbed and asked, "Is this the afterlife? Are we all dead?"
“…”
**
[-Red Line Army Internal Forum-
Title: The Sky Is Falling
Posted by: Margarita Cocktail
Margarita Cocktail: Have you received the news qaq?
Floor 1: The capital should know it soon, but brothers and sisters in other places may not know what you are talking about.
Second floor: I am the one on a business trip, who can tell me what happened?
Margarita Cocktail: Something happened at the Joyce House (；′⌒`)
4th floor: Damn, who is it?
5th Floor: Something happened? Who did it? Who got into trouble?
6th Floor: Are there so many people on a business trip? The news has already been broadcast, and the Pope didn't hold it down. Now the whole world knows that Viscount Shirley Joyce is in the hospital with severe burns. But we all know that Wendy Sullivan has also disappeared.
7th Floor: ...
8th Floor: ...Fuck, even at the risk of getting my account blocked, I still want to curse.
9th Floor: I want to curse too. Damn, what the hell is going on? The anonymous forum next door is already arguing, and they don't even know about Wendy's situation. Didn't Viscount Joyce go to Luweihai to confront Marshal Sullivan yesterday? I heard it was Wendy who gave him the information.
10th Floor: What was said above is true, Defense Minister Antonio also went.
11th Floor: Didn’t catch it?
Floor 12: Reply to Floor 11: No, not only did we fail to catch him, but we also scrapped a helicopter and almost wiped out the entire army. Fortunately, not many people knew about it, otherwise we would have been slapped in the face.
13th Floor: The military is so useless. No one can watch it since Marshal Sullivan stepped down.
Floor 14: Reply to Floor 13: Buddy, this is not an anonymous forum. Do you dare to say this in front of Antonio and Marshal Gongger?
Floor 15: Stop arguing, I heard that the evil god’s agent, who is not sure whether he is real or fake, is also here.
16th Floor: ...I knew it.
17th Floor: So Sulli was retaliated against?
Margarita Cocktail: Not sure. The cause of the accident is still under investigation, but it seems she detonated the bomb in the robotic arm herself. Beyond that, there's no further information. [Accident Scene Photo.jpg] This is the picture. I didn't see Shirley, so I went to the Joyce house to check, but I didn't find anything unusual.
19th Floor: How could it be such a coincidence? Igor Sullivan was just blocked over there, and Wendy Sullivan ran away over here?
20th Floor: Reply to Margarita Cocktail: It’s so tragic…
21st Floor: I smell a conspiracy.
22nd Floor: ls1, I suspect that everyone in the capital is about to take action.
23rd Floor: Not really...?
Floor 24: This is a crisis that occurs only once in a century. Although we usually don’t go to places other than the battlefield, now that the war has stopped, aren’t the only things left? Internal conflicts.
Floor 25: Speaking of internal conflicts, it reminds me that the hacker we encountered last time has not been caught yet.
26th Floor: ...
Margarita Cocktail: &*…………%#%&&(*（*）)……
27th floor:?
28th Floor: Wait, why is the floor above 27? Shouldn't it be 28? Is the forum down again?
Margarita: *……&! @~#%*&*%……&￥@
Floor 29: ...What happened, Sister Rita?
Margarita: Hacker...found...in...*&￥@...I can't...
30th Floor: Holy crap!!
Administrator: This post has been blocked, no one is allowed to view it.
Administrator: I found another interesting forum:) Everyone in the anonymous forum next door is too cautious in what they say. Is it because that is not considered the base camp?
Administrator: Hello everyone! I greeted you politely, but no one is talking?
Administrator: Never mind, it doesn’t matter if no one is chatting. Let me see what you were discussing just now (∩_∩)]
With a crackling sound, Margarita unplugged the power cord, and the computer screen in front of her went completely dark.
The researcher in a white coat looked at the monitor that reflected his own figure in the pitch-black darkness, and an ambiguous light flashed in his red-orange eyes.
**
Joyce's old house.
Bishop Gilbert sat across from Antonio, with a table between them. The dagger at his waist was thrashing like crazy, desperately trying to escape this filthy place. Gilbert had to tie a rope around its handle and secure the blade with a metal sheath.
However, this is not a long-term solution. Given the sharpness of the dagger, it should be able to quickly tear the scabbard on its body and cut the rope, allowing it to escape successfully.
Antonio glanced at the dagger. "Is it always like this?"
"Alas," Bishop Gilbert said with a look of sorrow on his face. "I didn't want to carry it. After all, I'm just an ordinary clergyman... But they all thought my abilities were perfect for repairing the damage it caused, so they insisted on pushing this trouble onto me."
"That's true, but it's not usually this lively. Maybe it's the lingering effects of this house that are making it feel like something's wrong."
Antonio subconsciously looked around when he heard this, but didn't find anything unusual.
The Vatican’s elite Red Line Legion had also sent people to check before. If anything unexpected happened, they would never let Antonio in like that.
They were now in Shirley Joyce's study, next to her bedroom. A door opened in the wall between the two rooms, allowing them to pass through. Furthermore, if they walked out of the formal study door, there was a corridor leading directly to the hall.
The foyer of the Viscount's residence had been destroyed by the explosion and fire. Scorch marks were everywhere, spreading from the carpet to the walls and then to the ceiling, which was more than ten meters high. The professionals who had previously examined the fire had expressed their doubts: given its origin and the distribution of flammable materials, the fire should not have burned so fiercely.
But there may be other human factors involved.
"Shirley Joyce loved collecting art," Antonio said. "This old house is in a remote area and rarely has visitors. So she placed most of her collection in the front hall, where you can see it as soon as you enter the door."
"Although these artworks are very valuable, the person in charge of renovating the Joyce House did not move them lightly. This is because the previous explosion damaged many parts of the sculptures and paintings, and the exposed surfaces are extremely fragile, which can easily cause secondary damage during the moving process."
"But I didn't invite you here today for these dead things."
His eyes fell on the dagger that was struggling in its owner's hand like a husky that was determined to go out. He asked politely, "What do you think of this situation?"
Bishop Gilbert tugged hard at the string that bound the dagger.
It fell down with a thud and lay there motionless in anger.
"Alas," sighed the old bishop, "as you can see, I find this house quite unusual."
Antonio looked as if he was listening attentively.
"I've noticed that many of the specimens and statues that should have been placed on the platforms are not in their proper places," Bishop Gilbert said slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. "Did you see the stuffed puppy near the center of the explosion?"
Antonio thought about it and nodded.
"You might say it's just naturally like that, frolicking in front of its owner," Gilbert continued, "but for some reason, I feel it's too 'flexible.' Many taxidermists like to make their creations as realistic and detailed as possible, but there are limits to skill. It can't be confused with a living thing; there must be something different."
"But the dog, I felt like it was panting and sticking out its tongue in front of its owner, and suddenly time stopped, and it was frozen in that state."
Antonio's eyes darkened.
"And the sculptures... the portraits. This house gives me such a strange feeling," Bishop Gilbert said absentmindedly. "I can't say for sure, but if you stay a little longer, you might get the same illusion as me."
Antonio suddenly felt that someone was watching him from behind.
He suspected this was a psychological implication of Bishop Gilbert's words. After a long pause, he couldn't help but turn around and found only a photo behind him. The girl in the photo frame didn't look at the camera. She tapped her lips and gazed into the distance in the sunlight, looking very well-behaved.
Several reptiles scurried across the roof. One of them suddenly froze in its long, thin legs, and fell from the ceiling. It landed on the floor, twitching for a few seconds before becoming motionless.
“…”
The study became quiet for a moment.
Bishop Gilbert grabbed the dagger again, which began to struggle violently and try to jump out of the window to escape. Seeing that it could not escape, the red light emitted from the dagger became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that it wanted to turn around and chop off its owner's hand.
"Activate...activate..." the old man muttered, using his supernatural powers to heal the parts of his body that were bruised by the metal sheath.
Even though Antonio had never witnessed Bishop Gilbert interact with this legendary relic, he felt that the old bishop's situation was truly difficult. Out of respect for the elderly, he said, "In that case, shall we leave this house for the time being?"
As Antonio finished speaking, there was a sudden sound from the basement in the distance: liquid dripping onto the ground and water pipes, as well as a sharp sound of metal products scraping against each other, which made people's backs cold and their skin crawl.
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