With the sound of the bedroom door closing, Iser walked into the bedroom, took a picture of Teller who was sleeping soundly, and left a few words.
"I bought the materials, it's time to get up!"
Perhaps because of the energy consumed last night, after saying this, Isel opened his eyes and fell into a dream again.
Teller slowly climbed up with his sore body, saying that he hadn't exercised much, so how could he be sore?
But he didn't think too much about it. A lot of things did happen recently, and maybe it wasn't because of last night.
As he slowly got out of bed, changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, he accidentally hit his knee on the corner of the bed. A slight stinging sensation instantly spread throughout his body, but it still didn't completely wake up Teller.
He smiled bitterly at why he was so careless, so he went to the bathroom to wash up, washed his face with water, and then looked blankly at himself in the mirror.
But it seemed as if I saw a dial that was about to be broken and slowly rotated.
Teller shook his head and didn't understand why he always had such strange thoughts.
After complaining about the terrible brain power of humans, he came to the kitchen in a daze and looked at the strange ingredients on the table.
But at this moment, he couldn't bring up the interest of surprise and just looked at them silently, staring at the weirdness of this table.
The eyes of the hundred-eye fish on the table seemed to come to life again. All the eyes turned around and stared at Taylor, and each eyeball reflected Taylor at this moment.
But in those eyes, Teller showed various weird expressions, as if there were countless such him around him at this moment.
Laughing wildly, crying, twisting, and going crazy.
But Teller just stood there blankly looking into the fish eyes, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as if he was about to laugh out loud.
The light outside the kitchen around him suddenly became dim and returned to midnight, and a voice whispered in his ear.
"Osman Teller."
And Teller also slowly looked in the direction of the sound, looking at the place where nothing existed around him, the dark window.
But the voice still existed, right behind him, in his ears
"You will kill everyone, you will kill all your family members, you are the disaster itself."
Like the whisper of a devil, the strange words did not disgust Verdis, but instead made him feel a trace of sincerity, as if they were narrating facts.
A pair of invisible and abstract hands kept twitching around Taylor's hand, slowly supporting him to pick up the sharp kitchen knife on the table.
The moment he lifted the kitchen knife, Verdis saw Teller's face on the kitchen knife, which was a numb face.
And it was this moment of gazing that allowed him to see the image that only existed in his mind.
Countless scenes flashed across the shattered dial.
"The eagle whose heart was ripped open by the devil"
"The fallen law enforcer strangled in chains"
And "a bloodthirsty wolf that lost its eyes".
The scenes of the past in my mind are flickering and breaking at the speed of light.
And then there was an ethereal sound in my mind.
Verdis woke up instantly. Of course he knew who these images were pointing to, and he fully understood that what he had imagined before was not just imagination, but a real direction and a warning!
The light of the knife flashed across his now awake eyes, and he quickly removed his other hand from the chopping board, and slashed hard on the empty board with a knife.
As if he felt powerless after waking up, sweat spread on his back, and he gasped loudly as he recalled the details just now, and when did he enter the dream!
I shook my head and wanted to be more awake, but I accidentally looked out the dark window and took a deep breath.
"Or is it also a dream now?"
Looking into the deep darkness, but without the fog, it seemed as if there was a pair of eyes looking at him from outside in the dark night, but the formal invisible gaze made Verdis become extremely irritable.
I am so impatient that I want to tear my current self into pieces.
He quickly put his hand on the chopping board, and the knife flashed in an instant. Just when he was about to cut off his finger to wake himself up completely, the knife stopped abruptly in mid-air.
One hand grabbed Terrell's wrist, and the water elements on his head gathered crazily into a water ball, which instantly hit his head.
A layer of impactful external baptism slid down from the top of Terrell's head. He didn't care whether the pure water element would sting his pupils. Terrell blinked hard, hoping that the pain would help him get rid of the nightmare. p>
Take a deep breath, slowly close your eyes to calm the restlessness in your heart, and then suddenly open your eyes and look out the window.
At this time, there was no deep darkness outside the window but the sky was filled with mysterious fog.
Terrell held his forehead with one hand, breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed completely.
"Thanks, Iser."
At this time, Iser was standing behind Teller with a strange smile on his face, suddenly laughing wildly.
Terrell immediately became vigilant again, and his newly stabilized mood began to become chaotic again.
He clenched the knife in his hand, turned around, and slashed hard at Iser's face, which looked slightly crazy at the moment.
But Iser took a step back to avoid the attack with a relaxed and joking expression, and said with a smile
"Your expression now is so funny! Repaying kindness with hatred is what human nature should do! Hahahahaha."
As he spoke, he suddenly covered his eyes with his hands and wanted to laugh wildly, but then slowly stopped his smile and returned to normal.
Iser raised his head and looked at the somewhat wary Trele in front of him. He recalled that Trele had shown his ability in front of him during the challenge, so he did not change the topic again and spoke directly and clearly.
"He's my order weirdo."
Terrell looked at Iser in front of him with some suspicion, and at this moment the image appeared in his mind again
"A lone wolf covered with scars".
I exhaled again and slowly calmed down my impetuous mind at the moment.
"I was approached by something weird in the fog??"
Iser shook his head slightly
"I don't know. It noticed your strange movement and dragged me over. You also know what happened next."
Teller nodded, but once again suppressed his inner uneasiness and analyzed the current situation.
First of all, Professor Wilson said before that the academy is not a safe place, but the tragedies in the cases he described all happened in the fog of mystery.
But I am in the dormitory now, and the college dormitory is very close to the light tower, and judging from the appearance of the college light tower, it should be considered one of the best among the light towers.
Therefore, the possibility of a strange attack is very low.
But if someone else attacks, it is illogical. All parties in the academy are targeting his sister and Iselle, so there is no reason to directly assassinate him.
And attacking him in this way cannot stigmatize his sister.
After thinking for a while, another possibility came to mind.
Unless their purpose from the very beginning was not to stigmatize Wendy, but to fundamentally destroy everything about Wendy??
Teller recalled Engel's words, and he knew that Wendy already carried the life of her mother on her body at this moment, and if he also died because of her gift.
Thinking of this, Teller recalled the emptiness and despair in the eyes of the fallen law enforcer who was strangled by shackles in the image.
He didn't know why he looked like that, but Wendy would definitely be worse off than dead at that time.
He didn't know why Wendy was targeted in this way, let alone whether the current group of people were related to the people back then.
But when the enemy took action, he knew he could no longer sit still and wait for death.
Otherwise, you will just be at the mercy of others.
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At this moment, under the dormitory in Building 3, a black figure staggered and slowly fell against the wall, and the breath that originally belonged to him also drifted away with the mysterious fog and night wind.