Twenty-six. The bloody tentacles that did not penetrate the eyebrows
The sky is dark and bright.
In the early morning, light beams fell from the gaps in the dark clouds and shone into a dilapidated and dark room. On the dusty cabinet beside the bed, an oil lamp scattered dim light.
The light beam only lasted for a few seconds, and the light was hidden behind the misty clouds again.
The light was short-lived and the room returned to darkness, but it was enough to wake up the sleeping people.
A figure on the bed made some movements.
The body lying on the side stretched out, and as the eyes opened, a pair of scattered black eyes slowly became condensed and focused.
Eyes as dark as the deep sea turned gently, scanning the ceiling covered with cobwebs.
The figure sat up, with the black tie falling from his shoulders and sticking to his white dazzling shirt.
A pair of eyes swept across the dilapidated bedroom, which seemed to have been unoccupied for a long time, and paused slightly when it touched the closet door in the corner.
The sound of fishing boat whistles came from the distant harbor outside the window.
Lu Li began to carefully recall the details of last night.
He didn't forget anything. All the weird and strange events that happened last night were still fresh in his memory. The missing windbreaker showed that it was not an illusion or a dream.
But the experience in the closet is really weird, and the weirdness and weirdness are even more bizarre than a dream, especially the positive and optimistic mood of facing life that is inexplicably given to Lu Li at the end.
The closet door was closed tightly, and the whistling wind came from the gap. It seemed to hit Lu Li on the bed, but his hair did not float.
The clock next to the oil lamp on the cabinet is still running, and it reads 5:53.
Time has no special meaning.
Of course, you can forcefully add the three numbers and get 13, but that's too far-fetched.
The abominable smell of madness and weirdness in the closet made Lu Li guess that it might be related to the "weirdness" Hades had always described. Asking him seemed to be the best choice but... he didn't know how to describe it.
"I broke into a weird space, and there were reminders written on the wall telling me how to deal with the coming road. It also told me not to stay up late, not to indulge in fun, and to read more and eat healthily."
If so, Hades might take the initiative to help Lu Li contact the lunatic asylum, for a fee, of course.
Lu Li wanted to know more about the space in the closet, but he didn't plan to put himself in danger again.
His expression moved while he was deep in thought, and he reached for his waist. The flintlock gun was still there, and Lu Li took hold of the cold and temperatureless gun handle and pulled out the holster.
Then he looked up at the corner of the ceiling.
He let go of his hand and let the psychic gun fall back to its original place. Lu Li got out of bed, picked up the oil lamp and walked outside.
He left Claire's residence and walked upstairs on the stone steps that were rare in Belfast.
Da da da--
The sound of going upstairs came from outside the unlocked door. After a moment, the sound of footsteps came back.
Click——
After closing the door, Lu Li carried a ghost by the scruff of his neck to the bedroom and released him.
"I'm a ghost!"
The person he was holding in his hands was a young man wearing civilian clothes. If his body were not translucent, he might be no different from the common citizens on the street.
At this moment, he shouted loudly, with a hint of lust.
"I know, that's why I brought you here." Lu Li replied calmly, his cold face frightening the young ghost.
Lu Li is no longer a newcomer to the field. After a period of contact, Lu Li can distinguish the strength of ghost aura, and he also knows that ghosts are not as scary as they appear on the surface - at least most of them are like this, and those who do evil generally will not survive.
long time.
Only when they reach the level of wraiths will they undergo fundamental changes. Most of the time, ghosts are just a group of dead people who maintain their thoughts in life.
"There's something I need you to do."
A dark bedroom, a bed, a man said to another man: I want you to do something.
Even though this ghost was mentally prepared for the worst, he didn't expect the truth to be so terrifying and impactful.
"I'm a ghost! I still have mouth ulcers!"
The young ghost shouted loudly, trying to change something.
Lu Li ignored it and continued: "There is a staircase extending downward in the closet. I need you to go in and explore the way."
"Huh? You don't want to go..." The young ghost trembled and stopped.
"What?" His black eyes fell, and he looked into those still frightened eyes.
"It's nothing...if it's just exploring the road." The young man rolled his eyes and asked tentatively: "Will I die if I go..."
"I don't know, but you will die if you don't go." Lu Li picked up his gun.
Is it a gun!?
The young man's heart trembled. His unchanging mentality made him subconsciously fearful. The next moment he thought about it, why would he be afraid of guns when he was already dead? His stooped body stood straight, and he was about to speak when he suddenly remembered Lu Li's collision.
When you walk in through the door, you can't help but lift your neck and take him away, and your body that had just straightened up becomes rickety again.
The ghost, whose mentality briefly changed several times, lost all resistance and nodded in agreement with a grimace.
Lu Li didn't care about its changing mood. He came to the closet and said without looking back: "I call it the time floor for the time being. Each floor is 30 minutes apart, which means that when you go to the next floor, the time will increase by 30 minutes.
.Your starting floor is 12 o'clock, and the first floor is 12:30. There will be prompts on the wall. If you encounter trouble, just follow the prompts. Once the wall starts to remind you of 'good night' or some kind of behavior,
Do what it says. And don't go back - unless the wall says so."
Holding the closet door with both hands, Lu Li turned his head to look at him after explaining all the precautions.
"Did you remember it?"
"Although it doesn't sound very clear...leave it to me!"
The long-lasting dust on the closet door fell. In the nervous mood of the young ghost, the closet door was opened by Lu Li with both hands.
The moment the closet was opened, a flash of blood shot out from it and turned into an afterimage, rushing straight towards Lu Li's face!
In the flash of lightning, Lu Li's pupils shrank into needles, and it was too late to raise his hand to stop him——
Lu Li could only concentrate at that moment and see clearly the true form of the bloody afterimage: a bloody tentacle with a torn fracture.
The bloody tentacle left a mark in the dusty air, and instantly disappeared between Lu Li's brows.
The next moment, Lu Li finally made a move. He quickly pulled out the psychic gun, but in an instant he turned the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against his forehead.
"hiss……"
The young ghost let out a gasp and was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't speak. Then he saw Lu Li tilting his head slightly, the cold and indifferent streak in his hair, and the dark eyes that were entangled with all kinds of negative emotions deep down.
He covered his mouth in horror.
"I am Lu Li, from another world, a professional exorcist. This is Belfast. Anna is my partner. I am investigating the "Gate" incident. The current progress is to find the whereabouts of Richard."
Putting his finger on the trigger, Lu Li whispered quickly.
My thinking has not been affected, there are no redundant memories, my emotions have not changed...
The more nothing happens, the worse it gets.
There is no way that there is nothing wrong with that bloody tentacle that penetrated between the eyebrows.
