the next moment,

The crouched figure of Mr. "Mossang" also began to move, no, it moved horizontally.

this feeling,

It's like there's a projector hanging on my head.

Is this... a soul?

Karen wasn't sure of the "material" of this thing. After all, it was so far away that he couldn't reach out and touch it.

but,

Karen suddenly had an idea.

As Karen continued to turn, the sobbing Mr. Moissan and Mr. Moissan lying on the stretcher were placed in the same direction.

After adjusting the direction,

Karen started to "focus" again,

Move back and forth, trying to fit Mr. "Mossan" and Mr. Moissan together as much as possible.

In fact, Karen himself didn't know why he did this, but it seemed natural. Of course the "ghost" should be placed with his body. Let's at least give it a try?

When both sides overlap,

Karen clearly saw Mr. "Mossan" who was originally curled up suddenly stopped crying, and then he stood up in confusion. Under Karen's "gazing", Mr. "Mossang" lay down on Mr. Mossang.

on the body.

The whole process is very fast, extremely smooth and smooth;

And when the two sides completely overlap,

Karen felt as if a hand suddenly grasped his "brain", yes, it was the "brain", not the forehead, the back of the head, or the scalp, but deep in his brain;

"Bah" sound,

Just hold it tight,

Pull outward!

"Well..."

Karen let out a painful snort and fell to his knees on the ground. He had to subconsciously support the floor tiles with his hands, otherwise he would have to pay tribute to Mr. Hoffen during the day.

But even so,

Karen also clearly saw drops of blood falling on the blue and white tiles in front of him.

My nostril...is bleeding again.

Covering his nose with one hand, Karen reluctantly began to stand up again.

As he stood up,

Mr. Moissan, who was lying on the stretcher and had finished applying makeup, also slowly sat up.

The movements of the two were almost synchronized, silently.

"Well..."

Karen let out a low cry.

Although he knew that all these "suicide" behaviors came from his own initiative, when he saw a corpse sitting upright in front of him, he still couldn't avoid the mental impact.

The impact brought a little panic, a little doubt, a little confusion and... absolute excitement.

Mr. Moissan gradually changed his position, from sitting on the stretcher to kneeling on the stretcher. His eyes were open, but they had no color, and were a very monotonous gray-white color.

"Please... please... don't burn me... don't burn me... cremate the body... no forgiveness... cremate the body... no forgiveness..."

Karen swallowed,

He looked at Mr. Moissan who was "worshiping" and "begging" to him through religious rituals.

I heard Aunt Mary say that the doctrine that Mr. Mossang believed in did not allow believers to cremate their own bodies, and for a devout believer, there are only two things to show his loyalty to his faith..."life" and "death".

Life is the "life" when one joins the religion, and death is the end of one's own life, while inheriting the "life" in the religious sense.

The "crying" I heard before was the sorrow and resentment from Mr. Moissan.

"Mr. Moissan? Mr. Moissan?"

Karen tried calling him.

"Please... don't burn me... please... don't burn me..."

Mr. Mosang still repeated his prayer.

oh,

Is there no way to conduct peer-to-peer communication? There is only an "instinct" left?

Or, to use the explanation I was used to in my previous life, that is... obsession.

But how did all this happen?

Aunt Mary, Uncle Mason, and Mina never said that corpses would "mutate", which means that this world should be normal in the eyes of normal people.

But the first time it was "Jeff" and the second time it was Mr. Mosan,

I encountered this kind of mutation originating from the corpse twice in a row.

Karen had to suspect... no, he was almost certain that all of this had an inseparable reason from himself, and the triggering medium should be with him.

Is it because of the original "Karen" or because of his own "awakening"?

"Please... don't burn me... don't burn me... don't burn me! Don't burn me! Don't burn me!!!"

Karen noticed that Mr. Moissan's speech began to speed up, his shoulders began to tremble slightly, and his originally dull eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes.

in the air,

A dangerous atmosphere began to pervade.

"Mr. Moissan?"

Karen tentatively shouted again, and at the same time his body began to move;

The beginning of things was a bit weird, but the development of things seemed to be proceeding according to the "normal" that he could understand. For example... what would a corpse do after it suddenly "fake" it to wake up?

However, just as Karen passed by Mr. Moissan,

Mr. Moissan suddenly raised his head:

"You actually want to...burn me!"

Suddenly,

Mr. Moissan's eyes were completely covered in blood, and his body was thrown up violently;

Yes, the muscles, bones, and coordination of the whole body seemed to be non-existent at this time, but it just stood up, like a fish thrown on the shore, jumping up!

"Bang!"

Karen only felt a heavy blow on his back, and his whole body fell forward.

After falling down, Karen immediately put his hands on the ground and turned his body over. At this time, Mr. Mosang also climbed up and quickly reached for Karen's neck with his hands.

Karen raised her knees and pushed them towards Mr. Moissan;

But this body is indeed a little weak, and his physical condition is not good enough. Secondly, Mr. Moissan's weight can be said to be heavier now than when he was alive.

Not only did Karen's knees fail to push up, but under the pressure given by Mr. Mosang... they lay flat.

"You actually... dare to burn me!!!"

Mr. Moissan opened his mouth,

He bit Karen's chest directly.

"Boom!"

Karen's chest felt like being hit by a stone. It hurt a lot, but the expected bloody and bloody injuries did not appear because Mr. Mosang had lost all his teeth before his death and had to use dentures to eat.

Therefore, Mr. Moissan was suffering from loneliness earlier.

But Mr. Mosang's hands had already clung to Karen's neck and began to exert force. His legs and his drive were more like an octopus, wrapping Karen tightly.

Karen tried hard with both hands to break free, but his struggle seemed a bit futile at this time.

When almost desperate,

Karen, who was pressed against the tiles, could only turn her head and look at the door of the studio;

"How dare you burn me!!!"

Mr. Moissan is crazy!

"Crack!"

It was like the sound of metal hitting, or like a light bulb exploding.
To be continued...