I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 57 Dead Silence
In an instant, the world in Dante's eyes suddenly changed again.

The whole room is rendered layer by layer by layers of tones like a silent film, only the pattern on the wall remains dazzling red, like splashed blood.

Oh oh oh!
The sad cry lingered in Dante's ears again, and he saw an illusory figure emerging from the magic circle.

He En Painful groans came from that figure. It wanted to break free, but it was surrounded by silk threads like tentacles, like shackles all over the body.

Dante stretched out his hand, poured Qi into his fingers, and lightly nodded towards the front.

Suddenly, the figure seemed to be relieved for a moment, and suddenly threw itself at him.

Dante's vision suddenly blurred, as if he was forced into a set of mottled images, and he was the only spectator.

In the picture, a slender man in a well-dressed suit opens the door and enters the villa.

He was wearing a half-height silk top hat, holding a silver cane in his right hand, and a bouquet of blue roses in his left hand, looking over with a smile on his face.

"Honey, where are you? See what gift I brought back for you?" He stood in the living room and shouted happily.

Catherine yelled in panic, but George hit her chin hard with the butt of a gun!
"I said, you'd better shut up, this is the first warning."

Just like when he was handling fish, he always inserted the point of the knife into it little by little.

Very light, very subtle.

Unusual, there is an unspeakable dead silence.

He didn't look at the couple again, didn't say anything, and was as quiet as usual.

He looked at the ceiling, his vision gradually blurred, he seemed to see the people coming and going at the wedding, the envious eyes of others during the toast, the first meeting by the sea, and the bouquet of delicate and blooming blue roses.

Clap la la.
It didn't take long for Dante to chisel out a small hole in the wall. It was dark inside, and a foul smell came out.

He tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

Although he didn't know the real origins of this group of people, the documents stamped with the joint seals of the Federal Congress, the Supreme Court, the General Police Department, and the President's Office were enough to prove that this group of people was extraordinary.

While talking to himself, he was busy with dinner, and after finishing all this, he began to carefully arrange the scene of the restaurant.

boom!
boom!
boom!
"What are you doing?! Stop it! Stop it!"

"Then next time when he comes home, I'll secretly call you over at night." The woman let out a wave of laughter, and gently stretched out her right hand.

Facing the living room with his back facing, he reheated the already cold food, skillfully, but his trembling hands betrayed his heart.

He imagined the scene before Anthony's death, maybe it was anger, grief or something else, but he didn't expect it to be so ordinary.

He clapped his hands in satisfaction, his smile was pure and self-satisfied, and the traces of dust on his face made him look like a boy who didn't grow up.

"Anthony, he is my friend. He was worried when I came back too late, and said he would send me off."

The qi in the body circulated in an instant, and facing the puzzled eyes of everyone present, the iron frame slammed into the wall with the magic circle painted on it!

But unlike before,

Suddenly, there was the sound of a knife piercing the skin.

As the twilight faded and the moon was bright, he just sat on the sofa and fell asleep exhaustedly.

flutter
Blood began to pour out unstoppably, and he felt that the people behind him were getting more and more frantic, stabbing knives into his body continuously.

In the end, he still didn't say anything, just as silent as he usually does when he hears gossip.

"I'm about to melt." The woman exhaled like silk, and her whole body seemed to collapse into the man's arms.

There was no response from the room, his expression gradually became lonely, and he gently placed the bouquet of roses on the coffee table.

one, two, three
Blood began to overflow from the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to speak, but all he could do was whimper.

I'm just a policeman in the small place of Nolan City, so I don't want to make them unhappy.

Suddenly the lights came on.

Turning his head with difficulty and slowly, it was the familiar but unfamiliar hideous face.

He shook his head slowly but firmly, preventing the woman from explaining.

What is there to hear?It's like this every time, but this time I finally got caught
He smiled silently, but that smile looked particularly bitter.

"I can't wait now."

Time seems to be speeding up. In the picture, he moves from the living room to the dining room, from the dining room to the door, and from the door back to the living room.

pat.

This time, he died at her hands.

"Ha, if I give you a surprise, I'm sure you won't be angry with me again."

Dante broke away from the movie-like experience, and his vision returned to normal.

It wasn't until late at night that a drunken woman opened the door and walked in, followed by a strong middle-aged man, whose big hands were groping in the depths of the woman's collar.

The picture began to distort and blur, just like a black and white movie at the end of the scene, gradually turning into pixel-like darkness.

"I really want to try it in front of your husband's interview." The man breathed heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, like a bull in heat.

Taking off his coat, he walked to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves skillfully, and began to prepare dinner.

He stood in the living room blankly, looking at the woman at the door that he had loved for many years, the anger in his eyes was gone, only sadness, silence and despair remained in his eyes.

He didn't speak, let alone look at the woman who was the culprit. He walked to the door and picked up the iron clothes hanger.

The men and women at the door were also stunned. They were so drunk that they didn't expect that there was still someone in the house. After seeing who it was, the woman broke away from her arms in a panic and hurriedly began to arrange her clothes.

Blood slid down the corner of her mouth, and half of Catherine's face was swollen visibly. Officer Barker next to her wanted to say a few words when she saw this, but swallowed it back abruptly.

"Let's eat."

"Let me think about it, last time you said you wanted to eat Liminya's donuts. Oh yes, and grilled marlin."

He laughed suddenly, his body couldn't support anymore, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Dante frowned, and gently scratched off the gravel at the corners with his hands. The magic circle didn't have any mechanism for defense and counterattack. Its function was only to confine the dead souls and isolate the circulation of air to a certain extent.

This wall was a hollow brick wall. Since the magic circle was forcibly destroyed, the smell inside the hole was like the raw and frozen fresh fish sold by hawkers in the market, which made the three ordinary policemen in the police station almost vomit.

Ivy covered her nose, raised a candle lamp and walked closer, trying to see the scene inside.

The flickering orange-yellow candlelight illuminated the darkness and depths of the cave entrance, and also illuminated the lime-wrapped stone that had somehow been kept incorruptible.
The head that belonged to Anthony Brown.

(End of this chapter)