In the dark and sparse forest glade, three unidentified people were waiting for dawn, still guarding the unconscious Victor.
The skyline is blue, the morning colors are beginning to show, and it won't be long before the sun will emerge.
The blond Henry was sitting by the campfire. Mark in front of him had just woken up from his sleep, but the bald old priest had not stopped snoring.
"The time is almost up, and this guy still shows no sign of waking up."
"No matter what he dreamed about..." Mark picked up a cup of hot water, "Secret creatures should not appear in this world, prepare torches!"
"Sweet dream!"
Father Sang's snoring suddenly stopped, he stretched, and there was a gurgling sound in his stomach.
"I'm hungry...cook something to eat first, and then you can burn this guy."
Henry began to throw washed carrots into the iron pot and asked: "Sweet dream?"
"That's right! If it was a nightmare, could he still be able to sleep?" Father Sang leaned over to warm himself by the fire.
"What do secret creatures look like?" Henry took off his soft felt hat and looked at Father Sang.
The latter scooped some carrot soup with a spoon, and then said: "Of course they are the things in the secret place. In fact, they cannot be regarded as living things. These horrible things have no body. If they come to the material world, they will usually corrode material living things.
spirit, relying on this..."
"The unlucky man lying next to him is like this. He is pregnant with some kind of evil thing in his body. If this monster wants to come, it will keep making him dream, and it will be a beautiful dream, making him fall into it and unable to detect his own spirit.
It is slowly being polluted."
"Once the environment in the dream changes, for example, the dream turns into a nightmare, the secret creature will reset him to the dream stage. The owner of the body will not be aware of it at all, so he will fall into a cycle. I want to discover and break it by myself.
Dreams are simply impossible for Muggles who have not studied secret transmission."
"Let's just burn it. Otherwise, if that thing succeeds, it will threaten our own safety."
Henry and Mark looked at each other and finally decided to wait another ten minutes.
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The weather was sunny today. After lunch, Victor lay bored in the living room in a daze until the sound of horse hooves outside the courtyard was heard, and then a stack of newspapers was delivered to him.
"Freedom Weekly" was my father's favorite journal. Victor fiddled with it twice, and an envelope sandwiched in it fell out again.
Hey...why "again"?
Victor's head was in a trance, and there were always some familiar scenes overlapping in his memory.
"Has any shameless distant relative come to our family to borrow money?"
He looked at the stamp with disgust, it was actually from Lord Valding.
Are you mentally ill if you still need to send a letter at such a distance of just a few steps?
But...why does this stamp look familiar?
Victor moved his slightly fat belly, tore open the envelope, and took out the letter paper inside. There was only a brief sentence on the yellowed paper: "Don't forget the fairy to show you the way..."
Immortal guides the way?
Victor touched his chest pocket, and the ornament was inside.
"Who sent it, and what does it mean? Could it be that... he also likes to peek?"
After looking at the signature, Victor was stunned.
"Victor...Daemon, my own name?"
"I am writing to myself in Valding? Impossible, it must be a prank!"
The same reaction appeared again, but this time, Victor always felt that something was wrong. In his deep sense, he seemed to feel that this sentence should not be in the letter, but another sentence...
Sitting up from the soft sofa, Victor found that moving his body was already a bit difficult.
He accidentally took out the gold finger and turned it on the glass coffee table. After a few seconds, it pointed at the calendar under the niche.
August 18, 1864…
Without pointing to the bathtub where a certain maid was bathing, Victor subconsciously felt something strange.
He stood up with difficulty, dragged Goldfinger around the wall behind the calendar, and then walked along the opposite corridor to the busy kitchen.
During this time, Vincent, the butler with superb cooking skills, was preparing dinner for the owner of the manor with the help of the maids.
In Victor's memory, he was looking forward to what kind of exquisite dishes the servants would bring to the table every day. He had been to this kitchen many times, but this accidental peek changed his past understanding of the servants and the kitchen.
The memory of the kitchen was shattered in an instant.
His pupils shrank, and Victor covered his mouth and moved it to the side, not daring to make a sound.
No one would believe what he saw. The housekeepers and servants who were so respectful to him in the past turned out to be so terrifying, and the food brought to the table was like maggots and carrion wriggling in the sewer...
"Fuck..."
Victor hugged his increasingly fat belly, and some overlapping memories were separated. He felt something, and quietly moved back until he bumped into his gloomy mother...
"Mother..." Victor hesitated and wanted to explain what he saw, but the next second, his mother's wrist grabbed his hand like a pliers.
Victor's heart beat violently, and he looked up subconsciously. His mother's face had completely lost its human appearance, and her facial features were seriously messed up. Their number and position were wrong. If you want to describe it, you can imagine ten eyes and six noses.
The appearance of eight mouths kneading on one face.
"You are too thin, son. You should eat more food. Your nutritional intake is far from enough..."
As if her mother's strength was pressurized by steam, she dragged Victor's body, currently nearly 200 kilograms, toward the restaurant. No matter how he howled or struggled, it was in vain.
The next moment, the father came with the newspaper, and the sister came with the doll. Dinner was served one after another, and the mother began to drink mung bean porridge gloomily. Victor was tied up by Vincent and others, and they force-fed him all over the table.
A creeping, terrifying unknown thing.
Fear broke through the blockage of memory, and Victor finally remembered everything.
Last time, he was so full of food that he finally broke apart and died!
"What the hell! Let me go!"
This time, he held the golden finger in his hand, and as the pain of tearing his stomach came, Victor let go of his hand in pain, and the golden finger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
After that, his stomach split open, and the black shapeless things squirmed and tried to break out, tearing and swallowing up the remaining body of Victor.
But no one saw it, and the golden finger that fell out pointed at this terrible monster.
Just when Victor was about to die in his dream for the nth time, the golden finger on the ground shot out like a bullet, and pointed at the ugly black thing that burst out of his belly. The surface of the thing was like water waves.
Swinging away, there was a scream that shook the soul.
Others around him cried out in pain, and they began to melt, like candles that had burned dry.
And the squirming indescribable thing was pressed back by Victor's golden finger!
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In the quiet forest clearing, the three outsiders waiting had already seen the rising sun gradually appearing in the distance.
The bald old priest sneezed and said impatiently: "Don't wait. Ordinary people can't get rid of the erosion of secret creatures. He can't wake up. Let's light a fire, lest monsters come out and cause trouble in the world."
After hearing this, Mark raised the torch and walked towards the unconscious Victor, whose body was already full of dry firewood.
But at this moment, the sole survivor of the massacre suddenly opened his eyes!