69novels Chapter 315
Chapter 315
AM10:00, church.
Froyce Veitch lay flat on the operating table, where he used to reassemble the corpse, and now his own corpse was displayed—it sounded like a British satirical joke.
[kp: Anna inspiration 701D100=58 success]
The corpse had no temperature. Considering the extremely low temperature in the basement, Anna couldn't judge the time of the priest's death by the stiffness of the corpse, but she recalled that when she opened the door, she saw the corpse still dangling in mid-air—if the priest hadn't put it down by himself. If he hanged himself, it means that the assailant has not gone far.
[kp: Anna reconnaissance 601D100=24 difficult success]
Anna searched the entire basement with vigilant eyes, and keenly found something in the corner that shouldn't exist here.
[kp: Dark cast? ? ]
She moved closer to the corner and saw what it really was—a canvas bag with paint trays and paintbrushes scattered around it.
"Alice, we..." Anna's words stopped abruptly, and she changed to a more icy tone, "You are the murderer who killed Father Vicki."
At the door of the basement, the slender writer was held hostage from behind, with a sharp utility knife at his throat, and he had to raise his jaw to avoid being cut by the sharp blade.
"Father?" The man holding Ellis stood on the steps, with one arm around Ellis' neck, the other hand holding a utility knife behind his back, with brown hair and brown eyes, he licked his dry lips, " I thought he was a pastor who believed in Christ, ha, why do you think I killed him, and you didn't see it with your own eyes, do you think you are Sherlock Holmes!"
[kp: Anna Psychology 101D100=? ? ]
[kp: Ellis Psychology 401D100=? ? ]
Ellis heard the man's panting in a hurry, and the arms clasped around his neck were not as calm as the man said, and his heartbeat was very fast.
Ellis was surprisingly not nervous, and even frowned because of the hot and humid air pouring in from his neck.
Ana couldn't see that well, but the man's crude bravado couldn't fool her.
"If you didn't kill anyone, why did you hold Ellis hostage?" Anna said coldly, then frowned, "You look familiar, I seem to have seen you somewhere, do you also live in the 'dormitory'? "
[kp: Dark cast? ? ]
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Anna's words obviously touched a sensitive nerve in the other party. His pupils trembled violently, and his spirit became extremely unstable. The utility knife in his hand scratched Alice's neck indiscriminately. A bloodstain, "Stand back! Don't follow! Or I'll kill him!!!"
Ellis was held hostage in pain and fell up the stairs, the wound on his neck continued to ooze blood.
With Anna's strength, it didn't take three seconds to break through a short distance of ten meters and then knock down the hostage-taker, but it didn't take a second for the other party to cut Alice's neck with a utility knife.
Anna didn't act rashly, but slowly followed the other person up the stairs, approaching the stairs - and at the door, there was Victor the white-haired man waiting for him.
[kp: Dark cast? ? ]
The hostage-taker was so focused on guarding Anna that he didn't realize the threat from behind - a heavy fist hit the hostage-taker on the head, knocking him off balance, and he fell straight down from the stairs, taking Alice who was being held hostage by him with him. They also lost their balance and fell down the stairs together.
[Anna:? ! ]
[kp: You can't expect the Russians to take care of the hostages, it's not bad if they don't serve with bullets. ]
[Anna: Milk today (1/1). ]
Anna didn't struggle at the stairs, instead of catching the captor, she opened her arms to Ellis without hesitation.
[kp: Dark cast? ? ]
The hostage-taker didn't fall to the ground in embarrassment, but rolled on the ground with extraordinary agility. Before Anna put down Alice, the hostage-taker reappeared with an extra gun aimed at Anna and Alice.
His spirit looked particularly bad, and the hand holding the gun was trembling, which reduced the threat of the firearm in his hand by ten percent: "Do you know who I am, I am Anlun Kana Duran, yes A well-known painter!...I know, you all look down on me, you all think I'm a bastard, not worthy of painting, ha, guess what happened to the last old man who looked down on me...Why did you look at me like this! You want to try too Want to taste the power of the metal slug?"
[kp: Dark cast? ? ]
Anna, who was ready to go, opened her eyes wide, and Alice, who was clutching the wound on her neck, looked in the direction of the captor unconsciously.
Anlun Kana couldn't help but licked his lips nervously, but the tip of his tongue touched his cold knuckles.
The stiff female fingers gathered together, tightly covering Anlun Kana's mouth and nose, and then the bloody filth covered half of Anlun Kana's body like a shadow. A few bloody ripples were added to his perspective.
[kp: Ellis san271D100=23 success]
Ellis paid more attention to the wound on his neck than to the wriggling slime monster.
"Ah... dead, Father, dead..."
The bright tongue kept repeating such a sentence, like a damaged tape, a broken accordion, mechanical and dull.
Accompanied by its words was the sound of Anlun Kana's joints being broken and smashed, because he was covered with his mouth, and he couldn't even cry out in pain.
"Wait, don't kill him yet," Anna walked in front of the blood-colored silt monster, "I've seen him before, he should be just a painter, he has nothing wrong with Father Vic, maybe someone is instigating him behind the scenes, you now Kill him, and we will never know the truth!"
[kp: Dark cast? ? ]
[kp: Anna intimidates 401D100=16 difficult success]
Anna's "persuasion" worked, the blood-red mud flinched, and the pale knuckles slipped from Anlun Kana's mouth. It did not release the person from its body, but gave him the right to speak and breathe temporarily.
As soon as the French painter who called himself "Anlen Cana Duran" got his mouth and nose free, he immediately coughed up a mass of bright red internal organ fragments. Na's face became even paler, but his eyes regained his sanity.
"Did you kill Father Vicky?" Anna squatted down, looking straight into Anlun Karner's brown eyes.
Anlun Kana: "...Father?"
Anlun Kana was in a daze, realized who Anna was talking about, and immediately shook her head: "No, it's not me, I just wanted to paint a picture for the church, Vic... Father Vic agreed, I swear!"
[kp: Anna Psychology 101D100=? ? ]
Ana judged from her own experience that Anlun Kana did not lie.
"If you didn't do anything bad, why did you hold Ellis hostage just now?" The question returned to the original point.
The pain-blocking hormone failed, and Anlun Kana experienced severe pain everywhere in his body. He almost broke down and yelled at Anna: "I don't know! I don't know anything! I just heard that the design of the church here is rare. , just came to paint! I don’t remember what happened after that, my head is full of paste! My body hurts! Please help me! I’m innocent!”
"I heard it, who told it?" Anna asked.
Anlun Kana: "Kai Suo, I heard what Ke Suo said!"
[kp: Dark cast? ? ]
Anlun Kana had a flash of inspiration, and looked at Anna eagerly as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "By the way, I saw the Chinese woman who was with you before, she talked to Kai Suo before she disappeared, please Help me, I will help you find Kai Suo and rescue your companion..."
Before Anlun Kana finished speaking, the vocal cords in his throat made a harsh sound that was pushed to the limit: "Ah, ah, ah——"
Before Anlun Kana got Anna's help, he was completely digested after being melted into the body of the mud monster, and then the inhuman sensory stimuli continued to flood into the brain, making Alan Kana only howl for a while. To crowd out the strange physical sensations he felt - even pleasure.
Anna: …
[Anna: Should I drag him out before questioning him? ]
[kp: What do you think. ]
[Anna: ... Amen. ]
Before leaving the noisy basement, Ellis looked around, trying to find a white cloth to cover Father Vicky's body.
[kp: Ellis scouting 251D100=1 big success]
On the shelf Ellis found the white cloth he wanted, clean and smelling of lavender, and under the white cloth he found a letter signed on the cover—"Received by Ellis"—for him of.
Ellis opened the envelope, inside was the map he had given to Father Vic, but some marks and words had been added to it - indicating in detail the place and time of the illegal transaction - and there was another piece of paper that stated Father Vic Some things I couldn't tell him in person.
"Dear Ellis:
By the time you get this letter, I must have been a corpse.
Please don't be sad for me. People are mortal. Although I am not very enthusiastic about Christianity, death can no longer scare me. I am very happy to be able to provide some help to you and your companions with a sense of justice before death. .
Remember the time-lapse anomaly we talked about earlier, I can recall experiencing something similar at some point.
When I first came to Snow Mountain, the priests who were stationed in the church at that time took me to the inside of the Afgomon Hotel, which is the last shelter for the desperate people. When you have nowhere to go one day, please go to Afgomon Meng, the owner there is unexpectedly friendly to humans. Don’t be scared away by the name of the hotel. As long as you don’t lift the veil of the hotel owner, he will always maintain a gentle and friendly attitude towards you.
I once drank a glass of Brew Spase-Mead, as the owner called it, at the Avrgomon Hotel, and I must admit it was the most delicious wine I have ever had in my life, although I only drank Not a little bit below the fingernails, it is not only spicy, but also makes me feel very sleepy, so my memory of that time is not clear, but I can still recall it after thinking about it.
At that time, I was taken to the second floor by the clerics after drinking. There was a strange door there. He asked me to guard the door and wait for the hour hand to point to the number 6 before opening the door. But I drank that glass of wine, Dizzy, when I shook my head and woke up from the sky, the hour hand had already reached the number 9. When I was not conscious but still opened my eyes, a full 12 hours passed abruptly. I opened the door, only to see a pile of clothes.
The owner of the hotel said that since this is the case, there is nothing to do, just let me go back to normal human activities.
I now sort of understand what happened.
But I don't regret it.
Your trusty Froyce Vech. "
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The author has something to say:
This is the last big success (sigh.jpg).
The format of the letter is written by me according to the template, because I have never written a letter (trance.jpg)!