His brain suddenly became slightly dizzy, and Wei Wei felt a sense of dislocation.
Some of the things that I have always kept in mind are now as cracked as broken glass.
The memory is false, Father An does not exist?
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Wei Wei slowly closed his eyes and could feel his heart beating loudly.
After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes again, and his eyes looked much calmer.
Many strange demonic powers always begin to erode people's hearts, causing them to have self-doubt, waver, and ultimately collapse. Although the things he encountered now made him feel a little strange, he quickly adjusted.
state.
The less firm your heart is, the more likely it is that the devil will take advantage of you.
Wei Wei never doubted himself.
What would happen if one day you suddenly realize that everything in the world proves that something is wrong with you?
Of course it only means that something is wrong with the world.
He suddenly turned around and walked straight towards a row of rooms on the second floor of the courtyard.
I walked to a room on the far left side of the corridor. It had a dark purple door and a dusty small stove beside the door.
In my memory, this is Father An’s bedroom.
Wei Wei once roasted sweet potatoes and peanuts in this small stove.
After pressing the handle, the door to the room closed firmly. Yu Weiwei took a step back and kicked the door open.
"call……"
The stale air stirred behind the door, and a musty smell hit my face.
Wei Wei squinted his eyes and looked inside the room. As expected, there was nothing that matched his memory.
This isn't even a bedroom, just a storage room.
There were tattered furniture and even farm tools piled up against the walls, and piles of debris and garbage were stuffed to the brim.
In the corners of the ceiling, you can even see thick intertwined spider webs.
It seems that every detail is telling me that no one has ever lived here at all.
But Wei Wei still patiently squatted down among the musty debris.
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Pieces of old things, as if with a sense of decadence that have been forgotten by life, are leaning quietly in the corner.
Everything seemed normal, but Wei Wei still searched patiently.
Demonic power can do many incredible things, and even cut off some logic in current things.
But it is impossible to cut off logic and restore everything to the original state.
All, some...
No matter what kind of traces it is, there will definitely be...
Wei Wei, who was thinking this way, glanced across the dark room little by little, bloodshot eyes faintly appearing.
This caused a faint layer of blood to appear in his field of vision, but his ability to see in the dark was also much stronger, and his eyes penetrated the darkness. The most important thing is that in this state, he would have stronger emotions than usual.
Sensitivity and stronger intuition.
After a while, he suddenly realized something.
He raised his hand violently and pulled down the debris piled in front of him.
The huge movement frightened the nuns and others who were watching blankly downstairs. Wei Wei's eyes were filled with dust.
He stared at a place, slowly approached, and squatted down.
There are many graffiti paintings by children on the wall.
There are little people dancing, some praying around the campfire, and some being roasted on the fire.
But Wei Wei was attracted by a strange symbol in the graffiti.
It was a rose with twisted clues. The strokes were extremely immature. The rose was drawn very awkwardly, rather like a wriggling mass of flesh and blood.
But Wei Wei watched carefully, watched, and slowly took a breath.
Some memories began to appear automatically in my mind, quickly overlapping with the graffiti in front of me.
Flesh rose.
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It's impossible to describe the shock in Wei Wei's heart at this moment. He couldn't even control his expression and grinned.
He has seen this pattern before.
Three years ago, the leader of the demon family, codenamed "Red Rose", was on her wrist.
This is the mark of the family she founded.
All demon families like to design their own unique logos, and the Red Rose family is no exception.
I have looked through the information countless times and already know everything about them, such as their names, heights, personalities, and for example, the bright mark on the wrist of the family leader, a bright red rose formed by the wriggling flesh and blood.
pattern……
Wei Wei would see this pattern in his dreams every night, but he never thought that it could also work in reality.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the mark, but his palm was trembling.
There is actually fear in my heart, fearing that this mark is fake and will be shattered like a beautiful dream with a light touch...
But he still had the courage to touch this pattern.
At this moment, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, and then, intense joy surged into my heart instantly.
According to official reports and news reports from Scrap Iron City, members of that family were all killed three years ago.
But if they are really just an ordinary, spontaneous gathering of devil believers, as the investigation results show, with only a few people in total, and all of them were killed by themselves, then how could their logo appear in the Church of the Faceless Man?
in?
It's simple and so good.
For three years, I have been reluctant to accept the fact that they are all dead.
I have always believed that they will definitely have other accomplices, other mentors or disciples.
On a certain day, everyone can meet on the street or anywhere, and then sit down and have something to drink quietly.
But occasionally there will be times when I realize that all my enemies may be dead.
He doesn't like this state. Whenever it happens, he will immediately shift his attention and stop thinking about it.
how can that be possible?
How could he have killed all his enemies? They were just waiting for him somewhere like old friends.
So he searched and searched...
...until this moment, he saw the red rose again.
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The surrounding sounds seemed to have faded away, leaving only the sound of the beating drum of the heart, hitting the brain time and time again.
Wei Wei looked deeply at the mark of flesh and blood that seemed to have come alive.
Not a coincidence or similarity.
This is no coincidence, this is the same mark, its distortion, its vivid weirdness, which cannot be imitated.
The missing Father An.
A mysterious family that worships the devil.
A flesh-and-blood rose painted on the wall in the form of graffiti.
At this moment, Wei Wei felt that the blood vessels in his brain seemed to be beating suddenly.
It seems that some things that were already desperate and scattered, that I thought were insignificant, and that I even planned to forget forever, at this moment, suddenly seemed to be pierced by an invisible thread. They seemed to have formed to some extent.
A whole.
It's not clear enough because some of the most critical parts are missing...
...but it doesn't matter.
Wei Wei shook his head vigorously, his eyes shining with surprise.
Flesh rose.
Now that this sign has appeared again, it means that there really are some secrets about what happened back then...
There really are some other people out there.
Great, great.
What is it, who is it, and why is it important?
It turns out that it’s really not over yet…
At a certain moment, Wei Wei even felt that this flesh and blood rose suddenly illuminated his world like a beam of light.
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"Ha ha ha ha……"
He couldn't help laughing, and jumped downstairs with brisk steps, feeling like he was dancing as he walked.
Downstairs, the old nun and others were trembling. They had already discussed whether to call the police, but the phone was in the office on the second floor. They didn't dare to go up and call, and because the tricycle in the church was broken, they didn't dare to call the police directly.
Escape outside...
this person……
In other words, this madman is so skilled. Who knows if he will catch up to me once I escape?
In the midst of panic, they watched Wei Wei jump down from the second floor with shock and fear, and even did a dance move.
The kind of square dance.
"What did he find and why is he so happy?"
They looked at the excited Wei Wei and were confused, but they didn't dare to ask.
In a panic, Wei Wei, who passed them by and seemed to be finally leaving, suddenly turned his head and looked at them.
He raised his gun so fiercely that he pointed it at the fat cook.
There was a gentle smile on his face, but there was no doubt: "Take off your pants."
"ah?"
The fat cook almost fell to his knees as his legs gave out.
He had no idea what this guy wanted to do to him, but facing the black muzzle of the gun and the smile on the other person's face, he didn't dare to refuse, trembling, he reached to his belt, and then with a cruel heart, he pulled himself
Take off your pants...
It was a pair of tight briefs with a strawberry pattern on them.
No matter the pattern or size, it seems that it should not be worn on this fat cook.
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"Sure enough, I remember correctly. I even remember such disgusting things. How could I remember the only good thing wrong?"
Wei Wei looked at the underwear he was wearing, and the smile on his face seemed to become brighter.
The finger on the trigger felt a strong desire.
But Wei Wei held back forcefully.
Wearing underwear is not illegal, and I also wore childlike underwear.
And in his own memory, although the fat cook's eyes staring at Xiao Qiqi from behind were so annoying, maybe it was because he and other friends reacted quickly enough and escaped with Xiao Qiqi in time.
What specific thing happened.
What's even more regrettable is that this obscene and hateful fat cook has indeed never been infected by the devil...
After a long time, he still sighed, suddenly put away the gun, and suddenly kicked the fat cook in the crotch.
With a scream like a slaughtered pig, Wei Wei turned around and left, his steps relaxed.
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Behind him, the old nun's face suddenly turned pale, and her body began to tremble violently: