Endless Debt.

Chapter 547 Stranger

Herter was lying flat on the bed, with the window open on one side, and the damp sea breeze carried a strange smell, which smelled like the stench of rotting corpses in the pile of dead fish.

Closing his eyes, Herter felt that he was lying in the pile of corpses. He could feel that countless flies and mosquitoes were surrounding his head, and large numbers of large rats were peeping at him from the shadows, waiting like vultures. When they are dying, they can pounce on them to feast on them.

There were cramps in his mind, and Herter frowned. He felt that his brain was full of mold, and they were slowly spreading, crawling up his nasal cavity little by little, and then from his mouth and nose. grow out.

The whites of Hert's eyes were bloodshot, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if countless hands were grabbing his body, and every move brought a strong sense of fatigue.

A hazy twilight poured down from the window, at this time the end of the sky had already turned milky white, and the noise outside was noisy again. It was the fishermen who got up early and were preparing to go fishing.

Taking deep breaths repeatedly, Herter tried to calm down his breath. With red eyes, he opened the cabinet, lifted the caps of one medicine bottle after another, grabbed a lot of pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

hallucinations.

A strange genetic disease hidden in the blood of the Motley family, mainly manifested in various serious mental effects and neurological disorders, and as the age grows, its effects become more and more intense until the patient dies.

The Motleys had spent a long time trying to cure the disease, to no avail, and they couldn't even figure out what caused it.

Some people say that the Motley family suffered a curse on the sea, while others criticize that this is the result of the backward feudal tradition of the people of Xitao.

The tribes of the people of Xitao consider themselves a nation of the sea, and feel that the people on land have sinful blood, so the people of Xitao never go ashore unless necessary, and do not have contact with people on land.

The tribes marry each other and continue to write the story of the people of Xitao on the sea, but the people of Xitao are too few after all, and the marriage between close relatives has brought various deformities and diseases. And this point was only realized by the people of Xitao after the emergence of modern medicine.

The Motley family has always suspected that hallucinations are the evil result of inbreeding. This mental illness is buried in the blood of the Motley family. Almost every Motley family suffers from this disease. die in.

Cold water was poured into his throat, and he swallowed all the pills. Heert sat on the bed and picked up a cigarette. In order to fight hallucinations, after he was promoted to negative power, Heerter never slackened his research on etherization.

It is a pity that the acquired efforts cannot make up for his congenital disease. At most, it can make Herter maintain a firm will and maintain his own existence in the crazy hallucinations.

Herter was already very tired, and he picked up the cigarette between his fingers. Suddenly, he noticed that his hand was shaking uncontrollably. Herter tried to calm it down, but his wrist was still trembling, and the other hand shook violently. Grabbing his wrist, the trembling subsided at this moment.

After a long period of calm, Hert laughed abruptly. First, there was the pain in his mind, then hallucinations, and then he gradually lost control of his limbs.

Herter is familiar with this.

At the beginning, his father died in this way. In the end, his father had lost control of his body, his muscles were all shriveled and atrophied, and he even needed the help of instruments to breathe. He fell on the hospital bed and could not get up again.

The body turned into a prison, imprisoning the almost crazy will.

Thinking about it carefully, I am happy to be the same age as my father, so it's time for all this to happen.

No matter how ethereal the body is, after all, it has a mortal place, and it cannot be completely exempted from congenital diseases.

Herter didn't care about these things, he was only worried about his daughter, about Emily.

Before Emily was born, Hult had been praying sincerely, but he was still unable to reverse that terrible fate. Emily, like himself, suffered from hallucinations.

Herter didn't continue to think about it, he emptied his mind, picked up the photo beside the bed, and looked at the group photo in it.

Only when he saw this group photo, could Heert feel the long-lost tranquility, and only under the gaze of the group photo could he fall asleep peacefully.

The eyelids became heavy. Just when Herter was drowsy, the stranger walked into the room silently. Just as he was about to get close to Herter, Herter woke up on the bed, piercing The sound of the wind scratching the eardrums, metal collided with metal at high speed, tearing out a fleeting arc of fire.

"you again……"

Hert's eyes were red, and falling asleep peacefully was an extremely extravagant word for Hert, but the arrival of strangers disturbed the peaceful sleep.

The stranger mocked, "It's so early, Hert."

Hert withdrew his long knife, and then his figure began to collapse, losing its physical form, and turning into an untouchable gust of wind.

In an instant, there were continuous sounds of knife cutting and broken afterimages roaring, as if a miniature storm was brewing in the room, and the cold metal moved with the wind, slashing tens of thousands of blows in a few seconds.

Hert's figure began to reconstruct behind the stranger. The long knife was still firmly held in his hand. Under the friction of high-speed slashing, the end of the blade was slightly red and exuded high temperature.

The stranger still stood there. After a short delay, his body was shattered into pieces all over the ground, but even after he died, his flesh and blood were still wriggling vigorously, crawling on the ground like a slug, pushing away road after road. Scarlet blood.

The stranger's head fell to the ground, and Herter chopped off half of his face with a knife, exposing the scarlet cross section underneath.

"Wow, what a fast knife."

A hoarse voice sounded, and black lines interspersed on the broken flesh and blood, as if a skilled mortician stitched and restored the broken corpse.

The black needle and thread quickly sewed up the stranger's limbs and internal organs. He coughed up a lot of blood, and then stood up slowly, covered with sutures, like an old plush toy.

Herter inserted the long knife back into the knife holder, as if the stranger did not exist, and sat back on his bed, holding a group photo in his hand.

"Don't be so cold, Herter, I'm here to help you, aren't I?"

The stranger leaned over with a disappointed face, and sat on the bed side by side with Herter.

Herter didn't look at strangers, just like pain and hallucinations, and he had long been accustomed to the existence of strangers.

Hult has been trying to kill the stranger since he first met him years ago, but even if Hult cut the stranger into a pulp, he would still come back to life.

Now, Herter had to admit that the stranger did not lie to him, he was indeed an undead.

"Go away, don't come to hinder me."

Herter didn't want to see anyone, least of all their kind, unless necessary.

"No, no, no, Hert, I'm not here to bother you today, but to bring you good news."

The stranger clasped Hert's shoulders in a gesture of faux concern.

"As long as this matter is completed, we will consider you to have paid off the debt, and the relationship between you and us will be written off."

It was indeed a tempting proposition, and Herter was moved.

"My boss needs something," said the stranger, pressing his finger on the group photo, wandering between Herter's wife and daughter, "and it happens to be in the hands of your brother, Nolen Motley."

"You just need to do us a small favor, your current predicament, your daughter's illness."

The stranger covered his face with his hands, opened it in a second, put on a grimace, and shouted childishly.

"Crack! It's gone all at once."

"How about it, Hert, this deal is very good," the stranger added, fearing that Hert would not agree, "We never break our promises, and we never lie."

"What is that thing?"

"Well...a square iron box locked to the wrist of a man lying in your brother's Paradise," said the stranger. or, but rest assured, he will not pose any threat in a short period of time."

"Your job is very simple. Find that man, cut off his arm, and give us the things, and we'll settle the matter."

"The defender... I guess that man's name is Gauld, right?" Herter took a deep puff on his cigarette. He had just talked about this with Levius a few hours ago. "You guys are robbing the bureau , and something guarded by a keeper."

The stranger didn't answer, but just asked with a smile, "Do you want to refuse?"

Hert was silent and did not speak, while the stranger approached Hert's ear and whispered.

"I will satisfy my boss and you will be reunited with your daughter.

What a great ending, right? "

(End of this chapter)