Mermaid Reef

The phosphorous fire burned fiercely, and the choking black smoke quickly filled the bell tower, and the stone steps were scorched hot.

A huge and terrifying black shadow rose slowly from the flames, its powerful tentacles pierced through the black smoke, and rested on the window of the bell tower.

The tentacles hovered left and right, drawing terrifying tooth marks on the hard rock.

The combustion-supporting liquid flowing on the stairs was crushed by the monster's body.

It is like a city destroyer, a god of death who proclaims the end of mankind, descending in the dark night of chaos and turmoil.

"Boom--"

The roar sounded like a mountain avalanche, with a terrifying echo.

The walls trembled, all the nearby glass windows shattered, and the sound waves echoed between the buildings and spread to the entire city.

The water surged inexplicably, and all the boats blocked on the river experienced a bump. Some fell and some were hit by things.

"Oh, God!"

People were crying unconsciously.

The chaos subsided strangely for a minute, because many people were already lying in place, unable to get up.

At this time, the white phosphorous was burned out, and the flames of the bell tower were extinguished, leaving only a puff of choking smoke.

The square below the clock tower.

Gaimil put on his mask and looked up at the "performance stage" just now, as if he was very satisfied with the big scene he had come up with.

The smoke smell from the phosphorous fire was too strong, and Jason always felt that his body was stained with an indelible smell. He lowered his head and smelled it, with a disgusted expression on his face. He didn't understand why Gemil didn't feel it at all?

In fact, the "warm massage" surprise experience of the secret order is very effective.

The ignition point of phosphorus fire is low, even if it burns violently, the temperature is lower than the general fire scene.

If you are not afraid of this bone-eating fire like the evil gods, you will indeed feel warm and comfortable, and you will feel sleepy while roasting.

This made Jason even more eager to find the secret sect. If the sect's cellars were full of such "self-destruct devices", he... definitely had to try again.

"That octopus-like shadow, did you deliberately disguise it?"

Jensen looked back at Gamir, trying to figure out which god looked like an octopus.

Octopus does not.

But there are quite a lot of evil gods with tentacles.

At least three out of ten!

What, 30.00% doesn't sound like a lot?

The evil god is a chaotic and disorderly creature, and its appearance is completely irregular. Tentacles are already a very prominent feature among its kind.

But everyone's tentacles have different shapes.

For example, Jason's tentacles have nothing to do with octopus arms.

"Don't think about it, I'm not pretending to be someone else of the same kind."

Gemil said that he did not blame other evil gods.

"then you……"

"Didn't you notice? In human biographies and legends, such huge monsters that look like octopuses often appear."

Gemil took out a book at random, turned to the page with illustrations and handed it to Jason.

The picture shows a giant squid entangled with a three-masted ship, trying to drag the ship to the bottom of the sea in a violent storm.

"Well, I've seen it, but they can't be the followers of the evil god."

It looks so "ordinary" that it's not messy at all.

It just magnifies the octopus squid a lot... Well, humans are too brittle, such monsters are indeed terrifying.

Jensen recalled carefully and determined that such creatures multiplied on the earth hundreds of millions of years ago, and later there might be some survivors in the deep sea, and then they or their corpses were seen by unfortunate humans, and only then did similar legends emerge.

"Humans always believe in things that have evidence." Gemil put the book back into the shadows.

Jason understood a bit: "So, you are creating a new legend of the evil god?"

Gemil shook his finger and said seriously: "It's not a god, but a powerful monster that humans can deal with."

What if the secret order finds out that the evil god is descending on Venice, they don't want to resist, and they all run away?

What else are you playing?

——The first key to finding the enemy is not to let the enemy die.

The difficulty of a detective game pretending to be human is so high!

"The roar that was released just now is neither from you nor from me, but the sound of a volcanic eruption in a trench."

Gemil was well prepared. He had long discovered that it was difficult for human beings to resist sound waves of a certain frequency.

He rummaged through his collection and found that this sound was the most practical, and the mixed sound of the explosion could be disguised by the burning bell tower.

"Humans will feel headaches, fatigue, coma... If our Mr. Detective is here, he can clearly distinguish the difference between the two, but he is not here!"

Gemil happily raised his arms, imitating the opening curtain in the human theater, and said to Jason, "This city is about to become a huge stage, are you ready for the adventure?"

***

Four men in gray cloaks were carrying an unconscious man, bending over the low and narrow passage.

Strange runes are painted on the walls of the passage.

The colors of the runes are very strange, some are pitch black and smooth like refined oil, and some are shockingly bright red.

These black and red intertwine to form one complex pattern after another. If it is drawn on the ground of the square, someone will definitely scream the demon summoning pattern and then faint, because these lines are alive, they seem to be alive Flow in wall grooves.

After each walk, people have to stop and wait for a few seconds.

The rattling, rattling sound of gears reverberated in the passage, obviously there were mechanisms buried behind the walls and ceiling.

When the last stone door opened slowly and the gray cloaks entered quickly, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

Ahead are simple stone houses, like a medieval dungeon.

There is a torch in the dungeon entrance.

Above the torch is something out of place in the entire dungeon: a glass chandelier.

The glass is fired a beautiful red in various shades.

From a distance, it looks like the garden vines that the hostess is proud of. After careful pruning, the branches and leaves are coiled regularly, and half-open roses stick out their heads.

Under the yellowish light of the torch, this masterpiece, which can be called a treasure art, has a burnt-sweet color like molasses on a cake.

"Don't look at that thing."

The leading gray cloak snapped.

The others forced themselves to bow their heads and walked down the steps into the dungeon.

They found a relatively clean stone house, and then put the person they were carrying on a simple platform made of stone slabs.

"Any blankets? It's damn cold in here!" the leader in the gray cloak asked loudly.

Soon someone found a dirty blanket from the cabinet, it was gray and black, it was definitely not the original color.

Still, it's thick enough.

It was strange to say that it was July, but it was so cold in the dungeon.

"...The blanket smells a bit musty, forget it, as long as it can be used."

Everyone was flustered for a while, and finally found all the things, which were collected from other houses.

The leader shook the empty clay jug in his hand, and told one of his men to go out and get some milk.

"Hans will be staying here for several days."

"His luck is very good, so far there is no sign of mutation."

"When he wakes up, he will be appreciated by the bishop and become a top figure in the church."

Hearing this conversation full of envy, the leader of the gray cloak sneered and said: "Let you use the pupil of the rose to look at the burning bell tower, would you like it?"

The other three immediately shut their mouths.

The leader locked the door of the stone house, and the four left the dungeon.

At this time, vague screams came from the depths of the dungeon.

"Is that guy still alive?"

A short man pulled a gray cloak and said as he walked, "His life is really hard. It seems that he has lived in the dungeon of the church for more than a year?"

"That's not fate." The leader couldn't help scolding, "You have been in the cult for ten years, and those who have been exposed to mysterious power, polluted and cursed, have you seen too few people?"

"Uh, most people can still get rid of nightmares by relying on runes. If it is completely polluted, they usually won't survive seven days. But this guy lived for hundreds of days! Isn't this hard life and strong willpower? "

The leader said indifferently: "Whether the willpower is strong or not, I don't know. I just heard from the Bishop that the guy's 'provoking' power keeps him wandering between life and death. Think about it, is it a change?" Is it better to be killed as a monster, or to struggle to survive like a puddle of mud?"

Everyone: "..."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Hans' eyelids trembled as he lay on the stone slab.

The man felt as if he was walking down a dark corridor.

Only the front was a mass of warm yellow light, and the rear was bottomless. As he walked, he found that the corridor had turned into a wooden staircase again.

The stairs are very simple, the wooden boards are a bit rotten, and they will make a shocking creaking sound when stepping on them, and they look like they will collapse at any time.

Hans is tall, and he had to bend his back and turn his body sideways to barely climb up.

Above appears to be an attic.

At this moment, Hans suddenly heard a voice coming from inside.

"You are a monster, poor wretch!"

The sharp child's voice cursed harshly.

Hans poked his head out from the stairs, and he saw a boy dressed like an English country gentry from decades ago, waving a short horsewhip in his hand, pointing at something in the darkness deep in the attic and cursing.

"It's all you! It's all your fault!

"I was brought here to pretend to be you!"

The horsewhip knocked out a large cloud of dust from the rotten floor, and the boy whipped the invisible thing like an animal.

Hans immediately went up to stop him, but he couldn't move, so he was forced to watch what happened in the attic in a strange posture and position.

The boy's brutality did not continue, and he backed away step by step.

An old man walked out of the darkness. His face was covered with corpse spots and his lips were black and purple. He was shaking and opened his hand towards the boy: "Linde, you naughty boy, you should obey my order and stay in the manor .”

With a scream, the boy dropped his whip, turned and ran.

He ended up bumping into another man who was wearing a priest's clothes.

The pastor's face was pale and his face was slightly swollen from the blisters. He pressed the boy's body and said with a smile, "Linde, father is here to pick you up. I finally found the treasure, so I can go to Brandon's house to exchange you. "

The attic shook violently, turning into a large windmill spinning in place in front of Hans.

The boy seemed to be firmly imprisoned there, his knees stuck to the floor, and he was forced to turn rapidly, his screaming voice changed.

A huge, distorted shadow slowly emerged from the corner of the attic, and many small black vines grew from its body, stabilizing the dilapidated attic, and then the monster looked at the boy without saying a word.

The boy also quickly lost his immature appearance. In just a few seconds, he changed from a boy to a youth, and then to an old man with white hair.

In the end, all her hair fell out, and she was so thin that she only had a pair of brown eyes full of fear and hatred.

"Monster! Monster!"

Linde yelled frantically.

The monster stared at Linde silently, as if waiting for something, and as if admiring Linde's madness.

Linde's body gradually deformed, his skin peeled off like stinking mud.

The monster murmured strangely, and Linde's mutation stopped again.

The attic scene seemed to be swallowed up in a gray vortex, and the boy with the whip whipped and cursed furiously again.

"I originally had a bright future and a good background, but I was forced to be a substitute for an illegitimate child! It's still an ugly monster like you!

"Our fathers are all greedy demons! You are a little demon! Why am I being implicated by you lunatics? You deserve to die here, rotten here!"

Then the old man and the priest appeared in turn, the attic shook, and the monster appeared.

The old Linde was forced to kneel down, his head was pressed almost to the floor by an invisible force, his back creaked unbearably, and he could not move to "face" the black monster in the attic.

"Kill me!" Linde howled frantically.

Then mutate again, and repeat.

When the third reincarnation was coming to an end, Hans finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked angrily, "Are you a fool?"

The black monster in the attic and Linde turned their necks at the same time, looking over in a strange posture.

Hans' body was stiff and his hairs stood on end.

The board in front of him collapsed with a loud crash.

A pair of brown eyes and a pair of light blue eyes were staring at Hans who was curled up at the door of the attic.

Hans: "..."

Feeling that the terrifying breath was about to swallow him, Hans worded his words in his heart, and said quickly: "To solve the nightmare, we need to find the source! You should apologize, Linde!"

"What did you say?" Linde yelled angrily.

His face became deformed, his teeth protruded and his skull distorted.

Hans looked at Linde, who was about to turn into a monster, swallowed, and managed to maintain his composure: "I don't understand the complicated relationship between you, what is a substitute, who is implicating whom, it's a mess... But I'm good at helping people out of nightmares, and now you're suffering from this, aren't you?"

Linde paused.

Hans said at once, "Think of the beginning of every nightmare you have ever had. You did violence to another child as a child. Do you think it is right?"

Linde roared and began to change again.

Hans wasn't afraid at all this time.

Sure enough, before Linde rushed over, he was tightly entangled by black vines, and the black monster who had never spoken was looking at Hans.

"...and the end of your dream, he was looking at you like this, he was waiting for your apology, the kid who was also in the attic at the time."

Hans was worried that he would lose his life if he didn't finish speaking as soon as possible, so he tried to speed up his speech, "But you always complain about that old Brandon, hate your pastor father, hate the child you exchanged with, but never think about yourself So Linde, you will be swallowed up by nightmares, and you will be tortured endlessly, and you will never be able to break free!"

--------------------

The author has something to say:

The one in Linde's dream is not Jensen's body, it can only be regarded as a very small part of Jensen's power

So Hans won't go crazy when he sees it, after all, he also has 80 willpower

To be more precise, it was the personality of Jason Brandon who disappeared into the consciousness of the evil god, the child

This personality is very simple, he tortured Linde, and he is also waiting for Linde's apology