If Yager was an extraordinary person, he would definitely know that what he just spoke was ancient Hermes. As he spoke the words, the moonlight shining in the window actually brightened a little.
"What?" Yager, who originally thought it out subconsciously, got an unexpected reward.
Did the moon react to his words? Is this world normal?
He stood there and observed for a while, making sure that there were no other changes in the room. Well, all the blood vessels had shrunk, and he did not turn into a monster again because of the moonlight.
On the contrary, the corpse on the ground was squirming as always.
Yager carefully stuffed the pocket watch under the bloody mattress.
Judging from the short few minutes it took him to regain his senses, the calculation of the world in his memory was completely wrong.
But since he had become like this before and the changes in his body had continued, there is a high probability that the abnormal and mysterious incident was not unique.
Well there's always someone who knows why. Maybe even the police and the military know too.
Especially the church. He remembered that each kingdom had several churches that were jointly governed, and Backlund alone had three permanent residents. This situation was actually relatively strange.
Normally there wouldn't be so many 'true gods' in one area at the same time. Two of them would be a fool's errand.
You can test old William first later. The pawn shop has been on the edge of the red line of the law for so long, and maybe it has encountered a few cases before.
While he was thinking, he packed the squirming flesh and blood on the floor into a quilt, wiped the floor clean with the remaining clean sheets, and finally transformed the room into a human-like shape within a few minutes.
There happened to be a set of clothes hanging on the back of the door, covered by the windbreaker outside. The clothes inside were quite clean, at least there were no traces of the murder.
It's just that the corpse is a bit difficult to dispose of.
Yager looked at the packaged meat on the ground and hesitated.
It would be easy to find if you throw it away, but it would be even worse if the police search it.
Wait a minute, he seems okay...
【Omen of Eppolieta】
[Epolietta, which was abandoned here, can be incompletely summoned using invertebrates and ghosts that are believed to be omens of the ancient gods.]
Following his instinct, he stretched his hand into the air to grab it, and actually slowly grabbed a translucent slug-like object from the void.
There seemed to be something connected to him in his mind.
"ah!"
A strange feeling came from his face, and he subconsciously covered his face.
But what I touched was not my own skin.
A greasy feeling came from the hand, and there was even mucus dripping.
If there was a second person in this room, they would be so frightened that they would crawl away. At this moment, the face of the black-haired young man had completely disappeared, replaced by a group of gray-blue twisted tentacles, from the position of the original face Stretched out.
The tentacles slowly moved downwards, swallowing all the body parts bit by bit, then looked around and cleaned up the remaining blood stains in the room.
After a few minutes, it shrank back into the void, leaving only the wet ground and hands indicating its former existence.
"...."
Yager was silent.
He still overestimated his position. He originally thought that he just didn't look like a human being, but he didn't expect that he had directly advanced to the level of a tentacle monster.
Very good, now I am sure that I will definitely avoid the church.
He wiped his hands on the table again and again with a solemn expression.
But another point is his past career.
The moment he reached out, he vaguely saw that he had something like a soul space, which contained many clothes and weapons, including the medium he had just used to summon the tentacles.
The style is like the legendary witcher equipment.
Maybe he was a hunter who collaborated with the devil in the past?
Yager guessed.
Outside the door, the noise came again.
"Detective Jackson, what exactly is going on? We didn't find any unusual signs. The second floor..."
Old William's voice appeared at the corner of the stairs. He sounded much less angry than before, and more real fear.
"The police's law enforcement process is completely confidential, how could I reveal it to you!" This is Detective Jackson.
It's a bit strange. Jackson is an old acquaintance of theirs and has received a lot of benefits. This is the first time that he has such a selfless image.
Footsteps soon came upstairs, and the visitor opened the door directly.
The leader was Jackson, whom he was deeply impressed by. The last time he showed up in the shop, old William paid him a full seven pounds before asking him to leave.
But Yager was sure William Sr. made more.
But he had no impression of the people behind Jackson at all. They were all wearing black robes and had serious expressions, and one of them had a silver necklace hanging from his chest.
The abstract carving resembles the shape of the ocean.
"May the storm be with you." The old man who came in first said in a low voice.
Got it, it’s the Church of Storms.
Yager nodded.
These churches probably specialize in mysteries. People from the pawn shop who had not been to the church for so long came to visit as soon as something strange happened.
It doesn't seem to be going well.
"Hello." He imitated the look of an ordinary store clerk who was at a loss, "Is there anything special? The previous noise here was just like what Boss William said, it was just the customers who were excited."
"Where is the customer? What's his name?" the church staff continued to ask. "We need you to describe it again and tell it exactly."
He stared at Yager with menacing blue eyes. "If you lie to us, you will face trial in court."
"Okay." Yager pretended to be obedient and nodded.
He now looks like he has just turned 20 years old, with the appearance of a student. Thanks to this face, the staff of the Church of Storms do not seem to have any suspicion on him.
On the contrary, Old William and Hank downstairs were still stopped for questioning.
"The customer said his name was John." He recalled honestly.
"About...about forty years old, with obvious wrinkles on his face. His hair is messy, the windbreaker on his body is a little bit old, and there are heavy dark circles under his eyes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the church staff in the room suddenly focused on him.
oh?
He raised his eyebrows inwardly.
"He is a middle-aged man in his forties?" the old man repeated slowly.
"That's right," Yager began to describe. "He has a goatee, is very thin, and has lake green eyes."
"After he came in, he took out a pocket watch for me to identify, but while I was looking at the watch, he suddenly started repeating: 'It's here' and 'It's here', and then hurriedly left with the watch."
The church member took out a photo. The black and white photo happened to be the face of the customer.
"is it him?"
"Yes, I'm sure of it," he replied.
"Didn't you see where he went?"
"No."
The church member who asked the question suddenly turned his head and glanced at his companion standing behind him, and nodded to him.
The member held his necklace.
As he moved, Yager felt a restraint that was weak enough to exist, and the other non-Church member in the room, Detective Jackson, immediately fell into a strange state of trance.
"Do you know Bill Rudolph?" the member asked.
"I don't know." He replied, imitating the detective's dull expression.
"Are you a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?"
"no."
It seems that the corpse is Mr. Bill from the Psychological Alchemy Society.
"Is there any lie or concealment in what you just said?"
Yager hesitated for a moment and finally did not tell anyone about the pocket watch.
"No."
Although the pocket watch is not safe for old William, it is connected to the corpse and may reveal his previous inhuman state.
After asking the three questions, the church members immediately breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put down the necklaces in their hands, and nodded to the leader. The weak restraint immediately disappeared.
Yager finished the lie easily.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the level of restraint, these church personnel probably couldn't even hit the little tentacles he had just released to eat, and his future life would be relatively safe.
Oh no, it might be a little worse than a squirming corpse, and has no deterrent effect.
But in this case, the Yager in my memory is really not him anymore. Can an ordinary and poor migrant worker easily solve the church investigators? It is unlikely.
So how did he appear in this place? How did he lose his memory?
Yager watched absently as the church investigators packed up, left the shop, and disappeared at the end of the road.
This chapter has been completed!