Chapter 17 Looking for prey (asking for double monthly tickets)
The dark vines hanging from the roof bloomed with bloody flowers, completely sealing the third floor of the castle.
Guillaume Benet, Pierre Berry, and Sybil Berry rushed toward the tower while resisting the attacks of the "Midwife" and others.
Along with this scene, there are several other images that flashed in Lumian's mind: In a tower full of bird-clawed children, the invisible Guillaume Benet, with the help of the shepherd Pierre Berry, successfully made
The right palm came into contact with the "midwife"'s shoulder, and the "midwife" exploded, as if someone had placed a bomb inside the body;
Sybil Berry was killed by a maid, but was reborn in her body and took over her body;
Floating in the air, Louis Lund gave birth to a child in the room;
Unaffected, Louis Lund joined forces with Administrator Beoest to suppress the "crazy" shepherd Pierre Berry;
In the wilderness leading to the mountains, the parish priest Guillaume Benet was surrounded by countless undead in linen clothes...
Lumian frowned, showing a painful expression. It seemed that these memories were sharp weapons that pierced his soul. Pulling them out would cause more harm, making him instinctively resist further recall.
Soon, those scenes faded away, and Lumian breathed heavily.
"How's it going? What's the gain?" Susie's voice was gentle, as if she was asking what was for today's breakfast. Lumian replied thoughtfully: "I remembered the battle between the curate and Mrs. Pualis's men. The picture
Very messy, very broken...
"I, sometimes I seem to be watching at the scene, and sometimes I seem to see the corresponding picture from a far away place through certain methods..."
This made him extremely confused about his position and role in this matter.
Sometimes he seems to be one of the two groups, deeply involved in the battle, and sometimes he seems to be a pure bystander with no connection to either party.
Susie asked coaxingly: "Besides these, what else do you have about the situation in that part of the memory just now?"
"I don't seem to have seen Mrs. Pualis... Only the fact that the priest was surrounded by a large number of undead in the wilderness has the shadow of Mrs. Pualis in it." The priest and the others were only dealing with Louis Lund and Cassie.
Beost, 'Midwife' and other Mrs. Pualis' men seem to have little spare capacity. If Mrs. Pualis joins, I don't believe they can win the final victory...
"Why did Mrs. Pualis give up and leave Cordu without stopping the priest and the others..."
"You didn't give up voluntarily, you were forcibly sent away." Susie corrected, "The ritual of sending the 'Spring Elf' away in your dream should reflect the matter of driving away Pualis. The 'Spring Elf' represents a good harvest.
It represents the end of the bleak winter and the sprouting of vigorous life, which is very close to the abilities and characteristics displayed by the Pualis group."
"That's even worse..." Lumian's voice gradually became painful, and he clenched his hands tightly, feeling that he couldn't remember anymore.
"If you don't want to think about it, don't think about it. Awakening all the memories is not something that can be completed in one psychological treatment. Take your time and don't rush."
Huh... Lumian slowly breathed a sigh of relief, his body no longer so tense.
"You can take a nap and see if you can find more answers in your dreams."
In Lumian's ears, the voice of this "psychiatrist" sounded gentle at first, and then became more and more erratic, as if the distance was far away and he was in another world.
His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally drooped.
Lumian opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.
He suddenly turned over and sat up, taking in all the slanted chairs, the wooden table by the window, the small bookshelf on the side and the wardrobe with its own full-length mirror.
This is his bedroom, this is his home in Kordu Village.
Lumian stared blankly for a few seconds, then quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room.
He pushed open the door of Aurore's bedroom and saw manuscripts, papers, pens, ink bottles and other items on the desk just as in his memory. He saw that the chair with the pillows was empty and no one was sitting on it.<
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Lumian's eyes moved from there to the empty bed, and then slowly returned.
He closed the door gently and little by little, turned around and walked to the next door.
There is also no familiar figure of him in the study.
Lumian started running and stomped downstairs.
He ran all the way through the village of Kordu and arrived at the door of the church of "Eternal Blazing Sun".
On the way, he didn't meet a single villager, and every house was so quiet that it was deathly silent.
Looking up at the onion-shaped vault, Lumian strode into the church.
The altar has been remodeled and filled with tulips, lilacs and other flowers, and is engraved with black thorn symbols that seem to have liquid flowing on the surface.
There is still no one here.
Lumian searched the priest's room and walked to the basement again.
The piles of bones and sheepskins around them were exactly the same as in the previous dream, but the altar in the middle was not damaged in any way.
Lumian checked carefully and found that there was no burning feeling in his chest.
After he knew this was a dream, the power representing the "past", "present" and "future" seemed to disappear.
Lumian, who had gained nothing, stood next to the underground altar, thought for a while, then ran again, up the stairs, out the side door, and came to the nearby cemetery.
Based on the memory of the previous dream, he quickly found the tomb where the owl flew into, leaned down, and pushed open the stone slab sealing the entrance.
Without any hesitation, Lumian went down the steps, passed through the corridor, and saw the black coffin placed in the dark tomb.
There is no owl here, and there is no other Lumian, only the light seeping in from outside the tomb outlines the outline of everything.
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Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked towards the black coffin.
The lid of the coffin had already slid to the side, allowing the scene inside to be revealed.
Thinking of the dream in which Aurore almost lost control because she peeked at the dead wizard's body in the coffin, Lumian hesitated. After two or three seconds, he took a few steps forward expressionlessly, approached the black coffin, and cast his gaze directly
Going in. A corpse was quickly reflected in his eyes.
The corpse's blond hair was spread on both sides, its eyes were tightly closed, its face was slightly pale, and it was wearing a light blue dress.
This is Aurore!
Lying inside the dead wizard's coffin is Aurore!
Lumian's vagina instantly enlarged, and his face became ferociously distorted.
The picture he saw before his eyes was shattered inch by inch.
Lumian suddenly opened his eyes and stared ahead with a complicated expression.
"What did you see?" Susie's voice sounded in his ears.
Lumian replied dreamily: "I saw Aurore lying in the coffin of the dead wizard...
"How is this possible..."
"This is more of a symbol.
"She was also on the verge of losing control because she wanted to see clearly the wizard's body in the coffin."
Lumian barely thought about it: "Two weeks later."
Susie was silent for a few seconds and said: "Finally, I want to remind you that you have a strong tendency to self-destruct now."
"Self-destruction..." Lumian repeated the word in a low voice without any change in expression.
Susie's voice became warm again, soothing Lumian's soul: "I can understand why you are in this situation, and I don't want to forcefully eliminate it, unless you are willing to let me erase everything that represents the root of the problem.
Memory, otherwise every treatment will only alleviate rather than eradicate." I just want to remind you that the Aurore I see in your memory is a lady who loves life and loves life.
"She still has many unfulfilled wishes. She wants to see you go to college. She wants to visit Trier for a while as an ordinary person. She wants to find clues about her hometown. She wants to deal with her parents' problems perfectly. She wants to enjoy
All the delicious food in Trier, she wanted to attend every concert and see every art exhibition here.
"She is only one step away from complete death. If she is still conscious, I think she will never give up. She is like falling into the abyss now, with only one hand left to hold on to the person on the edge of the cliff. If even you give up, then
No one will ever pull her up again."
Lumian's expression gradually changed, but he was unable to show any definite emotions.
He seemed to have forgotten how to laugh and how to cry.
Susie did not force him to respond immediately. She sighed softly and said, "Many times, it is not a good thing to completely suppress the pain and despair in the heart. Human beings need to vent and decompress.
"Okay, that's the end of today. At the same time in two weeks, we will do the second treatment here."
Lumian closed his eyes: "Thank you, Ms. Susie."
Susie did not respond and seemed to have left.
After more than ten seconds, Lumian slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.
He subconsciously looked outside the door of Mason Cafe and saw a large golden retriever dog carrying a brown bag in the distance disappearing around the corner of the street.
There seems to be a female figure beside the big dog.
Lumian sat for another ten minutes, drank the rest of the ambergris lemonade, walked out of the Mason Cafe, and came to the nearest bus stop sign.
Soon, a double-decker public carriage painted green arrived, waiting for passengers to get on.
Lumian spent 30 kopecks, found a seat by the window, and looked outside without focus.
"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The latest newspaper, 11 Cope!" A child in shabby clothes came to the window and raised the stack of newspapers in his hand.
Self-destruction...live...self-destruction...live... Lumian's mind is filled with the words of "psychiatrist", like a walking zombie, and he doesn't want to talk to the newsboy at all.
Yes, today is Sunday... Lumian was startled for a moment, took out two 5 kopeck copper coins and a 1 kopeck copper coin, opened the window, and gave them to the child selling newspapers.
"Obituary: "As confirmed by the editorial department of this newspaper, our eternal friend, the famous best-selling author, Aurora Lee, unfortunately passed away in an accident in April..."
Lumian's vision froze, and his hands gradually trembled.
Suddenly, he buried his head, lifted up the newspaper, and covered his face with it.
Under the afternoon sun, a wet mark appeared on the surface of the newspaper.
There are more and more wet marks, and they are connected into one piece.