A cluster of dim and unusually twinkling stars caught Duncan's attention.
That cluster of shimmering light is vaguely different from the surrounding starlight. Its illusory and weak light is like a transparent phantom, and its flickering appearance gives people a feeling that it will dissipate at any time - Duncan is in this chaotic space.
It's not that I haven't seen weak flashes before, but even if those flashes are weak, they don't appear to be illusory and dissipated.
He frowned slightly.
The faint flash of light often represents the recently deceased body, but the faint and almost transparent illusion... what does it mean?
He stretched out his finger and lightly touched the light.
The next second, he felt that his consciousness suddenly crossed the long and endless boundary, and was projected from the Lost Home into a brand new body. A cold and numb feeling spread from his limbs, and then the numbness gradually faded away.
, he began to feel the touch of his skin and the slow beating of his heart.
But for some reason, he always felt that this new body was particularly heavy, and it seemed as if there was a thick curtain behind him to control it. It took him a lot of effort to move his fingers, and it took the same effort to move his eyelids.
Open a crack.
There was darkness before my eyes.
Is he blind? Or is he blindfolded?
Duncan groped subconsciously and raised his hand, trying to confirm the condition of his eyes. As soon as he raised his hand, he felt his arm hit something hard and cold. Then he raised the other arm, only to hit it as well.
what.
He groped around and finally realized that he was trapped in a... container.
It's a coffin.
Duncan lay quietly in the darkness, silent for a long time before sighing: "Okay, it makes sense..."
Being trapped in a coffin while possessing a corpse is indeed a very reasonable development - two consecutive unrestricted possessions before were considered a rare situation.
But why does it make sense now?
A sense of irritability that made people laugh and cry couldn't help but surged into his heart. Duncan seemed to understand a little bit about the stunned and speechless feeling that Agou and Fanna had before when they faced "the reasonable development on the Lost Home", but now
Obviously this was not the time to continue lamenting - he had to find a way to get out of this coffin.
Otherwise, he will have to give up this destined body that he finally selected, and then choose another possessed object in that dark and chaotic space, and he will most likely be trapped in another coffin.
Duncan began to move his hands and feet, and while getting familiar with the perception of this unfamiliar body that was not very easy to use, he tried to push the cover on the head. Just now, by knocking on the surrounding coffins, he had confirmed this from the thumping feedback.
The coffin was not buried in the ground, it was probably parked somewhere temporarily, which meant that he could get out of this place just by pushing the lid on the head.
However, the coffin lid was more difficult to deal with than he imagined - the lid was nailed shut and might even have extra locks, and the body he now occupied was too "inferior", and the feeling coming from his limbs was even
It was even weaker than the corpse he occupied at the sacrificial ground in the sewer for the first time. Not to mention pushing open a nailed coffin lid, it was extremely difficult to even move around.
How weak was this dead man?
"Hey! Is there anyone outside? I think I can still save some time! Call a doctor - if that doesn't work, a forensic doctor will do..."
Duncan yelled helplessly while pushing the lid of the coffin above. He didn't mind that it would scare anyone or cause any trouble - after a short period of adaptation and feeling, he had confirmed that the body was in extremely bad condition.
, it cannot be used for a long time at all. Just like the "sacrifice" that I occupied for the first time, this is a disposable body. Since it is disposable... then there is nothing to worry about.
No matter who you attract, as long as you can get up and take a look at your surroundings, and if you're lucky, you can collect some information. Anyway, the worst is to be trapped in this coffin, and it won't be worse.
At this time, he even had time to think wildly, wondering if he should ask Alice about her experience - how did the doll escape from the coffin after the board was nailed and chained several times?
Is it possible to rely on natural divine power?
In the dead silence of the cemetery morgue, the thumping sounds and hoarse and low calls seemed particularly abrupt.
Of course, the caretaker would not ignore this sudden strange movement.
The door to the guard cabin was pushed open, and the light of a lantern illuminated the path leading to the morgue outside the wooden cabin. A gloomy old man with sinister eyes and a hunched back came out of the house, holding a
He was holding a lantern in one hand and tightly grasping a powerful double-barreled shotgun in the other hand. His yellow and turbid eyes were staring at the direction of the sound.
"...The cemetery is too busy tonight."
The old man muttered unkindly, casually hung the lantern on the iron buckle around his waist, then drew the triangular emblem on his chest, picked up the double-barreled shotgun and slowly walked towards the coffins.
The coffin was still clanging, and the deceased in the coffin was persistently knocking on the barrier between him and the living world, and while knocking, he asked people outside to help him escape.
"Anyone? Come and help me, I think this is a misdiagnosis!"
"Quiet down!" The guard held a double-barreled shotgun, and the clicking sound of the safety being released was particularly clear in the night. The stooped old man stared at the coffin and shouted angrily, "It's time for you to sleep.
——You belong to another world now, and there is no place for you in the world of living people."
The knocking in the coffin suddenly stopped.
Duncan judged the sound outside. It should be an old man, very close to him, and there was a soft clang of metal mechanism just now, perhaps the sound of a weapon.
It would be easier if there was someone else - no matter whether I could get out or not, I would have one more way to access information from the outside world.
"Hey, I want to know what is going on," Duncan cleared his throat, thinking about how to maximize the value of this body so as to get more information from the people outside the coffin, "I am trapped in this
...in the coffin, but there must be some kind of misunderstanding. I am still alive. Listen, my voice is actually quite strong."
"Breathing is a common illusion of the dead, and attachment to the living world is a subconscious paranoia left on the cerebral cortex. This is indeed not easy to accept, but Bartok has prepared a better destination for your soul.
"The old caretaker stared closely at the coffin, still holding the shotgun in one hand, and with the other hand he had quietly sketched the emblem of the God of Death in the air, and then took out a small package of dry food from his arms.
Powder, apply part of the powder on the barrel of the shotgun, and sprinkle the rest on the ground. "Lie down quietly. You should already feel sleepy. That is the call of the Lord of Death. It is good for us to obey it."
.”
The content of the teachings of Bartok, Lord of Death - Duncan silently memorized this part, then cleared his throat and continued to discuss: "...but I still think I can save it, what if it is a misdiagnosis?"
The old caretaker holding the shotgun frowned. For some reason, he always felt that the "restless person" tonight was different from the ones he had encountered in his career. The voice in the coffin sounded a bit too rational.
He even knew how to bargain, but he soon shook his head and threw this messy thought behind him:
"With all due respect, you slipped and fell from the guardrail of the shaft and fell straight into the 100-meter-deep mine tunnel. The back of your head was split. It took a lot of effort for the embalmer to put your skull back together. Sir, in my opinion, you
The difficulty of misdiagnosis is...extremely high."
Duncan listened to the sound coming from outside the coffin and silently raised his hand to touch the back of his head.
"...Okay, I admit that my injury seems a bit serious. This physical condition is really not suitable for leaving this coffin," he sighed, "Excuse me."
The old caretaker was silent for a few seconds, silently lit another spare lantern on his waist, hung it on a wooden stake closest to the morgue, and said calmly: "You're welcome——
Compared with most restless people, you are quite polite."
"Oh? Do you often encounter this kind of thing?"
"Every year there are always a few corpses that are unwilling to stay in the coffin. Most of them will try to use more violent methods to escape. Only a few exceptions will try to negotiate to solve the problem," the old caretaker muttered,
"But even those who know how to negotiate are just uttering insane nonsense. The dead always think that they can come back to life, but in fact... the door of the great Bartok is not so easy to cross."
The old guard shook his head and kept talking while paying attention to the flames of the lantern on the wooden stake next to him - he knew that the dead had no real reason, it was just the afterglow of the soul's obsession. During the conversation, this "
"Afterglow" is consumed particularly quickly, and when the man in the coffin's sanity is exhausted, his "extra overtime" today will be over.
"The restless, the living dead, and the resurrection from the dead are three completely different concepts," the old man babbled. "To cross these boundaries requires amazing strength, great pain, and extremely rare opportunities. Sir, don't
It's embarrassing for yourself, you can't get over it."