The face under the pitch-black hood was only clear for a moment, and soon, a silver-white mask with hazy patterns appeared on his face.
"Secret" raised his right hand slightly, and starlight emerged from his hand. The remaining "hidden" power in the room was awakened, and with the blessing of "history", it re-wrapped the second floor of the Blackthorn Security Company.
The floating translucent figure turned around slightly and glanced at the stairway behind him that had been completely blocked by the "dark curtain". The silver mask stared at it silently for two seconds.
It seems that after a great psychological struggle, "Secret" did not succumb to the "eating pleasure" after all, but sighed imperceptibly and silently floated towards Dunn, who was lying on his back.
The captain of the Nighthawks seemed to have been eroded by a higher position. On the body that was gradually losing its temperature, clusters of thick black hairs punctured the skin, many limbs were swollen, and the skull on the neck was deformed.
Distortion, narrowing of eye distance.
The "Secret" who had been observing all this indifferently silently released the thin gray mist contained by itself, driving these layers of power that also came from high levels, washing away the pollution on Dunn Smith's body.
Under the cold breath accompanied by the gray mist, the thick and short black hair on his body fell off quickly, and the skin on the surface of his body was like a melted candle, squirming and returning his body to a normal state, leaving only a few symbols.
Sexual wounds and a big hole in the chest.
As the distortion and pollution were washed away, the last ray of gray mist poured into Dunn Smith's empty chest. A little bit of scarlet returned from the thin gray mist, and the isolated pieces of flesh suspended in the air gradually spread out into thin strands of flesh.
, intertwined and connected, quickly reconstructing a complete and living heart.
This heart absorbed the extraordinary characteristics that had been precipitated on Dunn's body, became dyed with a dreamy color, and then returned to "nothingness". Dunn's chest was empty again.
The dark hem of the robe hanging freely swayed slightly. This great being who had just exerted multiple powers such as "history", "miracle", and "secret" evaporated his existence without warning, and then the two sealed houses
The layers are also restored to their original state.
During the entire process, this "mystery" who had a similar face to the soul of Klein Moretti did not even glance at the other corpse on the ground.
The wind blew into the house again, and the genial warmth caressed Leonard who was lying at the foot of the stairs.
After a few minutes, the "Midnight Poet"'s fingertips twitched, and his black eyes slowly opened.
He felt the pain in his body, and the scabbed wounds on his body were torn open again with the movements, and brown and black blood dripped from the trouser legs, covering the entire leather shoes.
Leonard felt the deathly silence around him blankly, and his stagnant thoughts gradually found their freedom, lubricated by the gratifying speculation in his heart and started to turn again.
"Captain and Klein killed that monster?" The poet's usually magnetic and transparent voice was extremely hoarse at this moment. He tilted his head and looked at the stairs filled with sunlight and dust, "Old man, that monster is
Not dead?"
Strangely, the old voice in his head did not reply to Leonard this time and remained unusually silent.
He repeated his question again, but still received no answer.
"Old man?" Leonard shook his broken body, his feet that seemed to be filled with lead moved slowly, and the thick blood followed the lines of the soles and was imprinted on the steps of the stairs.
As the sun became more dazzling, Leonard raised his only movable right hand and blocked it in front of his eyes.
He had just gone through a big battle, and his five senses were all a little dull, until his legs tripped over something.
Leonard lowered his head subconsciously, only to find that his left foot, which had lost most of its feeling due to the backlash of 2-105, was stepping on a bloody finger.
The body of Klein Moretti was lying on the floor, with frozen shock on his face, eyes with dilated pupils, and skin that had lost all color.
No... Leonard took a step back, and the arm he subconsciously lowered no longer blocked his sight.
This time he not only saw Klein, but also the captain who fell to the ground on his back.
"No, no..." Leonard's lips moved, and his body, which had lost half of its consciousness, suddenly fell to the ground.
But he ignored the pain and kept struggling to get up, half crawling and half arching, and moved to Klein's side, and then climbed to Dunn.
He couldn't believe it. He kept checking the breathing of the two people and kept using the rescue skills he learned during training. He tried again and again and failed again and again.
It wasn't until a member of the Punisher who was late to rescue the casualties on Zotland Street grabbed his body. The Nighthawk who had a narrow escape accepted the reality and roared like a wild beast until his throat
He completely lost his voice and could only utter bursts of sobs.
............
"Am I dead?" Above the everlasting gray fog, Klein opened his eyes drowsily.
"To be precise, it's just that the body is dead." A peaceful voice broke the silence in the palace that looked like a giant's residence.
Klein's spirit tensed up, and he subconsciously activated the pitiful power he could mobilize on the gray mist.
As the gray mist surged, one tentacle after another rushed out from the last seat of the long bronze table. The patterns on the smooth tentacles shone with golden light, overlapping with each other, and together blocked the entire sky above the long bronze table, blocking the way.
The erosion of gray fog.
Feeling the strange power just a stone's throw away from his body, Klein rubbed the high-backed chair under him, glanced at the struggling and trembling notes on the long bronze table, and intuitively felt the "joy" it expressed.
.
"I always thought that this position was the main position above the gray fog." Looking at the uninvited guest in front of him, Klein roughly guessed his identity.
The figure sitting facing Klein, wrapped in thick gray fog, gradually became more real, and the colors on his body were continuously filled.
"That's indeed the so-called main seat, but for the real owner, it doesn't matter where he sits."
The God of Mystery...Klein discovered that he could still use the "Joker" ability. He tried his best to maintain a calm expression on his face, and quickly silently recited the honorable name of "The Goddess of the Night" in his heart.
Suddenly, his focused eyes became blank, and his tense muscles became relaxed.
What did I want to do just now? Klein blinked in confusion and suddenly forgot what he was thinking.
"Reciting the name of another god silently in front of one god is tantamount to blasphemy." The "god of mystery" in Klein's eyes returned the idea he had just stolen, and the gray mist on his body slightly dissipated.
"Zhou Mingrui, you don't have to be so nervous. I think you should have read my holy book. I am not a person who likes killing."
Whether you are considered a human being or not is another matter... Klein's expression did not change, but instead seemed a little relaxed.
He was not surprised that the other party could call out his name, nor was he surprised that the other party knew that he had read His holy book.
Just based on the moment when the "God of Mystery" suppressed him and mobilized the power of the gray mist, Klein had already guessed his current situation.
A clown who has entered the other party's sight from unknown time, "steals" his authority, and is complacent in pretending to be a god.
Thinking of all this, Klein sighed softly and said in a low voice:
"Can you tell me when you started looking at me?"
As the question was asked, the air above the gray fog suddenly solidified, taking on a hint of embarrassment.
"While you were divining the eternal blazing sun, I was awakened by the explosion." Although the voice of the "God of Mystery" sitting at the bottom of the long table was still calm, his speaking speed became extremely slow, as if he was reminiscing.
What a bad past.
Could it be that I was trying to die and blew Him up... Klein's expression suddenly became very exciting, and for a moment he forgot about the draft he had made in his mind.
Silence once again occupied the gray fog.
After a long time, Klein gathered his thoughts and looked at the "God of Mystery" who was as still as a statue, considered and tried:
"You are also a time traveler, right?"
Strangely, this time the "God of Mystery" did not respond immediately to Klein like before, as if he had encountered a problem and was stuck in a decision.
Suddenly, the giant palace residence and the mottled bronze long table that seemed to have always existed above the gray fog disappeared, and the "God of Mystery" suddenly stood in front of Klein, only a few steps away.
But Klein was not frightened by this sudden change. Instead, he froze on the spot and even stopped breathing.
A young and gentle face was looking at him, without sadness or joy, and the deep brown eyes were filled with vicissitudes that words cannot describe.
This is Zhou Mingrui's appearance when he was in college. He was young, energetic, and had not experienced the ravages of society. There was no fat on his face. Although he was ordinary, he was full of youthful vigor everywhere.
This face that Zhou Mingrui had missed countless days and nights after joining the job now seemed to have turned into something extremely terrifying, even more disgusting than the most tragically dead corpse that Klein had ever seen.
"Impossible!" Klein waved his arms wildly, retreating back while hysterical, "This is impossible!"
"Why is it impossible?" Klein's arm passed through Zhou Mingrui's body, and his "mysterious" voice was still calm.
Because, because... Klein faced the other party's question, his broken roar suddenly got stuck, and his rebuttal words got stuck in his throat.
He suddenly remembered the demon wolves in the diary and those strange ravings.
Walking around... wrinkled and tired... Zou Minglei...
Zhou Mingrui.
"If you are Zhou Mingrui, then who am I?" After struggling for a few times, he asked a question calmly
This is a good question.
"Secret" rubbed his smooth and unmarked chin very humanely, and explained carefully:
"You are Zhou Mingrui, and so am I. We are the same person. It's a very simple relationship."
Klein listened to the other party's very serious answer, and his slightly opened mouth paused for a second or two before returning to normal.
"I don't remember when I became the so-called 'God of Mysteries', and the you I saw in that notebook was not like this."
The "Secret" floating opposite him nodded thoughtfully, seeming to agree with his reason, and skillfully grabbed the air beside him with his left hand, turning his wrist as if dragging something heavy.
brush!
Klein stepped onto the familiar floor, and the dim gas light illuminated his figure.
"You were not the face of 'Zhou Mingrui' when you first became Klein Moretti." "Secret" looked carefully at this simple room for a few times, and then his eyes returned to Klein.
"I am your past, but after encountering some dangers, my divinity took over, so I chose to sleep."
"In order to balance the state, I used some small means to separate you from my body and turn you into a separate existence, an anchor that can consolidate my humanity."
"This may answer your question. After all, there is no need for me to deceive you, to deceive a little Sequence Eight."
Listening to "Mysterious"'s mechanical explanation, Klein said nothing, silently sitting at the desk where he first woke up, and playing with the doll made by Melissa that appeared here for some reason.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
The brass-colored clockwork was spun round and round. Klein looked at the doll stumbling on the desk and asked in an ethereal voice:
"I don't know if what you said is true or not, but I am already dead. I remember that I died in the company."
As he spoke, the scene that was reproduced in history gradually dimmed, and the colors were distorted, transforming into what it looked like inside the Blackthorn Security Company.
Klein was attracted by this change. He raised his head and saw Sika with his arms hanging, Leonard with empty eyes, and Frye, who was working hard beside his and the captain's bodies.
"Ah......"
"Secret" was attracted by Klein's laughter, and a trace of questioning appeared on his face.
"Isn't this funny? I'm watching someone else bury my body." Tears hung on the corners of his raised lips. It was obviously an illusory spirit body, but Klein felt the salty taste of reality.
heartbeat.
He suddenly turned his head and looked to his side, looking at the illusory light flying out of "Mysterious" palm, and he didn't know what to say.
His sudden surge of sadness was interrupted!
"Why do you think you're dead before I'm dead?" "Secret" raised his eyebrows high, accelerating the transmission of power, and emotions appeared on his mask-like face for the first time, "You are a part of me,
How could it be so easy to welcome death?"
The false life strengthened Klein's spiritual body, and the "miracle" "danced" in the hands of this god, happily giving the ghost in front of him a chance to start over.
What is a miracle? Resurrection from the dead is a miracle!
Feeling the warmth coming from his limbs, Klein's expression was dull, and suddenly he felt that the emotion he just vented was like a performance, like a "clown".
"Then why did you let me be killed just now? Why didn't you stop the mastermind..."
Very timely, he felt the digestion of his potion at this moment.
"Secret" looked at the "self" in front of him who was somewhat doubtful about life, and explained with a gentle voice:
"After all, I am not in my prime and cannot be discovered by other gods. Since you have read my holy book, you should also know that I have many enemies who are not very close to each other."
Klein thought about what he saw in the other party's diary and fell into silence again.
He looked at his already extremely enriched spiritual body, and then at the physical body in the picture around him, with nowhere to place his hands.