"Snapped."
On the old wooden table, a rusty lantern flickered twice and lit up.
Dim yellow lights illuminated the small room. The decoration style inside was similar to that of the Victorian era, with patterned wallpaper all around. Except for an old spring bed, only a dark red one in the center remained.
table.
The only thing on the table was the lantern.
However, this statement is not entirely accurate, because in addition to the lantern, there is actually a squirming red object on it, which undulates like breathing under the light.
From the table to the walls, this red object and spray-like blood stains are everywhere. In the corner of the room, a bloody head tells the reason.
Apparently, the object was part of a corpse strewn across the room.
As the only living person in the room, Yager, who had just turned on the light in the dark, fell silent.
Under the dim light, he, the blood stains, and the squirming corpse were clearly visible.
Something seems wrong.
He asked why there was something sticky and insect-like things moving around on the table when the light was turned on...it turned out to be these body parts.
It felt a little disgusting to touch it.
But before worrying about why this thing is alive, there seems to be something more serious than him appearing at the 'crime scene with a moving corpse'. For example...
Yager looked down at himself expressionlessly.
His blood vessels swimming in the air turned back and said 'hi' to him.
Well, take this for example.
After turning on the light, he could clearly see the blood vessels on his arms emerging from the skin like snakes, floating up and down in the air, probing his head.
And not only the hands, but also the skin on the body would show little bulges from time to time, indicating the desire of the remaining blood inside to get out. The fear seemed to disappear at the same time, leaving only the original impulse of bloodthirsty.
He is doing very reluctantly now.
But the worst part is that he doesn't remember anything.
Why did he appear here?
Thinking of this, Yager seemed to have triggered some key point, and his expression became cold and arrogant.
"Hunt until the dawn of this never-ending night." He murmured subconsciously.
"Tonight, the hunt begins."
In the empty room, these words aroused an echo, and the strong sense of solemnity made the other invisible space freeze for a moment.
The next second he came back to his senses, he was stunned.
No, why do you want to kill? Who do you want to kill?
He felt a dull pain in his head, and he half held his head. As he said these words, some memories slowly emerged in his mind, but they were only in the past few days. No matter how far back they were, they seemed to have disappeared inexplicably.
Fortunately, with the emergence of memories, his non-human symptoms were quickly relieved.
His name is Yager Drest, a foreigner who has recently arrived in Backlund, and currently works as an appraiser at a pawn shop in Midtown. His past is quite mysterious, but it is not among the curiosity of the people in busy Midtown.
Within the scope - hundreds of foreigners can come here in a year.
However, he didn't know why, but he always felt that he was not this "Yager".
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and through the dark crack in the door, a little light filtered in from far to near.
"Knock knock knock."
There was a knock on the door.
"Boy, what happened? What happened to that noise just now?"
It's old William, the owner of this pawn shop and his current boss.
"There's such a big noise, Hank said the police are almost here! I don't care what weird little hobbies you have, but if those damn bastards find an excuse to ask for money, I want you to look good!"
Policeman? Yager held his forehead and thought for a while.
Indeed, according to his only memory, what the police detectives in this area like to do most is to check their shops. Every time they come, they will take away a lot of money, especially old William who often collects illegal items.
In the past, when this happened, Old William would deduct employees' salaries and pay bribes.
hiss......
He took a deep breath with toothache.
It turns out that he is just an ordinary employee, with a weekly salary of just two pounds, and he is paid based on KPI. If he is caught by the police once, he will probably have to work in vain this year.
Not to mention that now, the only difference between him and the corpse crawling on the ground is that the other one has been split open, and even his head is in danger if someone finds it.
Things must be covered up first.
Yager pressed the remaining floating blood vessels back into his hand and took out a pocket watch from a pile of bloody forks.
"Sorry boss, the voice just came from a customer who came to me privately to appraise the pocket watch."
"The man seemed to have some mental problem. He screamed some curses and fell from the window, so it was very noisy, but his watch is still here."
"Pure gold." He emphasized the point in a low voice.
"What should I do? Is that pocket watch really unknown? Should we wait for the police to come and ask?" Yager pretended to be at a loss.
Nonsense, can it be auspicious? People are going crazy.
He complained secretly in his mind.
"What?" When he heard the word 'pure gold', Old William's voice suddenly rose an octave higher.
"To the police? Are you out of your mind? I'm telling you, I'm going to see this pocket watch tonight. It's the property of the store, you don't want to let him risk it!"
He originally wanted to say something, but Hank's voice from downstairs interrupted the conversation.
"William, come down quickly! The police are coming!"
Old William spoke for a moment, as if he was debating whether to take away the pocket watch now. Yager could hear him tapping his cane anxiously from inside the door.
Don't try to open the door, don't try to open the door...
Yager prayed silently.
However, the strange thing is that even though his emotions have become much normal now, he is still not afraid of the flesh and blood on the ground, nor is he even very afraid of being discovered.
Just kill them all...?
No, with so many people, it’s easy to fail.
He subconsciously did not question the questionable starting point of 'killing out'.
Fortunately, in the end, old William turned around and went downstairs. Before leaving, he gave a stern warning: "Hide my pocket watch. If the police find out, you will be finished!"
The sound of footsteps faded away "dengdeng".
Yager breathed a sigh of relief.
Your pocket watch? Old William, you really should go hang a street lamp!
Speaking of which, handing over this pocket watch doesn't seem to be a good decision.
Yager simply wiped the pocket watch with his hand and saw the lines on it clearly.
Even if he didn't know what some squirming corpse did to the pocket watch before it died, in its current half-dead state, there must be something wrong with the thing.
But for the safety of his life, he had to do this first.
After the blood was wiped off, it could be seen that this was a gold watch with fine carvings. The hollow pattern on the front alone could cost this watch a hundred pounds, not to mention the hands and gears with gems inside.
Such an expensive pocket watch should never have been sold in a small pawn shop like this.
Yager pushed open the front cover of the watch and carefully inspected the inside. Suddenly, his hand stopped in the air.
There was a line of text on the dial that he had never seen before in his memory.
In the center, next to the hands that had stopped moving, he saw a line of strange translucent fonts. Logically speaking, he should have never seen such fonts, but he somehow knew what it meant.
In the dim room, the young man with black hair and blood-stained clothes uttered a strange pronunciation.
"moon."
This chapter has been completed!