Seeing the charred and broken wooden door slowly opening back, Lumian's scalp instantly went numb, and he felt as if someone had poured ice water on him.
Can't you open the door?
Is my guess wrong?
If it could open the door, why did it knock for so long and talk so much?
Just do it! Is there something wrong with your brain?
Although he has become an "arsonist" and has experienced some big scenes, when faced with this situation, Lumian's heart still beats faster involuntarily, like a steam train running wildly on the rails and sleepers.
If he hadn't been worried that Gardner Martin or other "Iron Cross" members were hiding around and observing at close range, he would have wanted to set up an altar on the spot, summon Ms. "Magician"'s messenger, or directly send a message to Mr. "Fool"
pray.
Subconsciously, Lumian was about to gather the fire crows, create a "cloak", and prepare for the battle, but the reminder from Thermipolos just flashed through his mind again:
"Don't respond."
This is two different things than not opening the door!
Hmm... While Gardner was thinking about it, he suddenly discovered that there was a fact hidden in Thermiluminian's two sentences:
It looked like the blood of a living person, but it was not stained with a dark color.
Hiss... The more Obofu thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn't scary at all.
"What happened just now will only transform him, causing him to have a deviation in his personality traits, way of thinking, and self-perception. He will become crazy about certain things and reject some ideas."
Obofu controlled himself again, allowing his body to become heavier a little, and the end of his breathing became easier.
I was still sitting next to the intact window, but what I saw was no longer the crumbling burnt white wooden door, but the "reflection" of the surrounding area and myself being torn apart by the burnt figure.
I planned to suppress myself again, quickly resist, and look for opportunities to escape from the burned building.
But then I came to believe that "normality" ultimately involves knocking on the door, speaking, and obtaining permission, which has no occult meaning.
Gardner felt that his cerebellum had also been damaged accordingly, his thoughts were blurred, and all kinds of thoughts inevitably turned violent.
But there was nothing outside the door. The room far away from the window was dark. The crimson moonlight that penetrated through the broken glass in the small room barely showed the outline of a broken wall.
They seemed to have no vitality of their own, quickly but resolutely immersed themselves in Gardner's body, "submerging" me bit by bit from the inside out.
Quietness became the main theme of the moment, and time seemed to have stopped because of it.
Lumian himself felt that the monster outside first knocked on the door, then threatened, and finally opened the door himself was very problematic, so he forcibly restrained himself and remained silent, looking at the door like a statue.
"If that level of contamination had been seen by others, friends like Poros Oupo and I would have been purged by the official Ordinary People.
Uh... Gardner gradually realized that it was right.
After a few seconds, with the mentality of gathering as much wool as possible when I could, I asked Termio Bofu again:
Thinking of that, Gardner frowned and asked Termio Bofu:
"To respond." That time, it was Gardner who remembered Thermipolos' reminder again, but the fateful angel once again made a powerful and powerful voice.
Ice-hot and viscous blood was also dripping from the outside. They expanded soundlessly and joined together, like a bloody glove on Obofu.
Suddenly, Obofu's thoughts were withdrawn.
Then, I saw Boros Martin sitting under the carriage opposite, and their eyes met.
"It's like he was conquered, from body to mind."
Where was the guy who knocked on the door? Gardner's first reaction was to turn on his spiritual vision to see if there were any hidden monsters that could not be seen with the naked eye, but I finally controlled myself, fearing that it was equivalent to a response.
"Since you have been affected by normal
Hibiki, you have been transformed. If you go out tomorrow morning, you will be discovered by Oubofu, right?"
Thermi Lumian said with a powerful voice:
Gardner suddenly realized something and said in a lowered voice:
"Obo Fuo Obo asked you to stay outside that night. Do you want to use that person to control you and eliminate possible hidden dangers?"
"Ordinary two-path hunter, and demon man?" Gardner could probably guess it.
Behind me squatted a charred figure, holding a bloody ax and slashing at my calf, splitting the white bone into two pieces.
Gardner adjusted his breathing slightly and allowed the drops of viscous liquid with a strong smell of blood to hit his face and top of his head.
Compared with the severed legs and the separated bones, what impressed Gardner most was his own empty and lively eyes.
"Thermi Lumian, it seems that he has not truly recognized his situation and corrected his position."
At that time, Thermilumian added:
Before a brief trance, this horrific and bloody scene disappeared, and the open and broken wooden door once again came into Gardner's eyes.
What would happen if you held back and responded? Will these horrific images you see come to reality? Response is a mystical connection that makes these horrific encounters that are almost hallucinations really happen? Gardner's heart
He breathed out quickly without any fear.
Gardner cursed loudly, as if talking to himself
road:
Gardner's sitting posture changed. Looking out, he felt that it was really weird. Even if he wanted to set fire to the enemy, he could still find the target.
My head became heavier and heavier, my thoughts became more and more confusing, there was a tooth-piercing cutting sound in my ears, and my body felt pain that seemed to come from afar.
It was as if no one had let me retreat into a semi-conscious state and took the opportunity to cut off my hands and feet and divide my body.
The strong smell of blood penetrated Gardner's nose, making me subconsciously want to roll to the side, stand up, and throw myself out of the window.
"The normal things outside of that belong to the minor ones."
As expected of an angel, even though he was sealed, he still managed to see the normal nature behind him.
Thermi Lumian responded with a majestic voice:
Another drop of liquid left the ceiling and landed on the left side of Gardner's face. It was cold, sticky, and silky.
Gardner's eyelids twitched, and through the crimson moonlight in the window, he saw the bright red liquid, which looked like blood.
"There are only two ordinary ways that will inevitably trigger the outside world. Others must do specific things at specific times before they encounter it. The official is only aware of the previous situation, and only in specific situations."
Time secretly prevents me from retreating into that building." Thermi Lumian replied with a change in his voice.
No wonder going to Breeze Ballroom late at night gives you less time to think!
Obofu stood up hurriedly, bathed in the morning light for a few seconds, and walked out of No. 13 Market Lane step by step.
The rickety wooden door stopped, but moved, and in the deep white darkness inside, there were no figures coming out, but there were also things squirming, and it was extremely quiet.
It's not because I don't have that kind of belief. How could I completely doubt Termiluminian, that fateful angel who is an enemy rather than a friend, and endure it until now?
Gardner went through the whole thing again in his mind, and finally said with a smile:
"Thermi Lumian, he is quite powerful."
As a reflex, I wanted to put my hand, which seemed to be in a hurry, into my pocket, take out Mr. K's finger, and let the "Aurora Society" angel who was best at blood spells fight against the strange blood mucous membrane.
Relying on the words "I want to respond", I managed to survive weakly, and my thoughts returned to my real body, unharmed.
"Before meeting Boros Martin, where should you show your coldness and what ideas should you reject?"
In the next few hours, Gardner encountered two more normal events. Once his neck was broken, and once his body imploded, his organs were thrown everywhere.
Gradually, I felt that my body became heavier, and I quickly looked at my hands hidden in the clothes.
We are all being controlled!
Tick, tick, drop after drop of blood fell, gradually dyeing the small area red.
In the last second, Boros Opal smiled.
Gardner used this to reach other parts of his body and believed that he had been wrapped in a layer of blood mucous membrane, so he felt heavier and heavier.
"It's a response." Thermilumin's words flashed into my mind again.
That time, Thermiobofo never responded again and fell into complete silence.
"With the normal weakness shown just now, everyone who retreated outside and stayed for a period of time must have been contaminated, right?" Kanshu La
The crumbling charred wooden door continued to open back, and the dark gap gradually widened from the thickness of a finger to a space for one person to enter and exit.
I want to kill people, I want to burn that area, I want to set Tewell on fire, I want to destroy that world!
"Unless the source of the pollution directly provides information, we can't tell whether he has been contaminated."
For a while, I felt these strange blood seeping into my skin, wanting to penetrate into my body.
Gardner also smiled.
Just seeing that scene filled Gardner's heart with peace.
"Even if you succeed, you will still be controlled by someone else, and you will be controlled by Obofu Martin. Am I afraid that something will go wrong?
Boros Martin and the members of the "Iron Cross" around me have long suffered similar contamination!
! Could Thermilumin want to take this opportunity to deceive you and use the strange power outside to control you and achieve the purpose of getting rid of the seal? Gardner couldn't help but believe that Thermilian "Yes."
To respond to the invalidity of that sentence and the true purpose of this angel of the realm of destiny.
Obofu thought about that sentence, but he couldn't understand it at all.
I really know that this was an illusion just now, because now I feel like I am no longer covered by the water film, and every pore in my body has become depressed.
"Indifference to war and turmoil, rejection of belief in other gods." Thermiobofo actually gave the answer.
Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the ceiling and hit Gardner behind him.
As his thoughts started to spin, Ou Bofu kept calm and prepared to wait a little longer to see if there would be any change.
Obofu nodded and thought of another question:
Did Thermilumian admit it?
Finally, a touch of reddish gold appeared on the horizon, and the sun gradually rose.
I raised my hand and pressed my right chest, suppressed my voice, and laughed loudly:
"Isn't that called being serious?" Gardner couldn't agree. "He must have reminded you to respond, and you were hesitant enough. Nothing happened just now. Boros Martin, the sow, really wanted to kill him.
You!"
Thermi Lumian's voice sounded, layer upon layer:
As if I was a spirit separated from my body, I saw myself sitting by the window, covered in blood, with normally empty eyes.
"Did he not realize his own shallowness until now?" Thermilumin confirmed Gardner's guess with those words.
I raised my head and saw that my body was still in bad shape!
"The normality outside of that has nothing to do with the Iron Cross, so I'm worried?"