I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 338 The quietly spreading blade

Raging fires, life-and-death gun battles, midnight terrors, horrific distortions, disembowelment... Many horrific things happened on this night, and each of them was enough to make the citizens involved feel chilling and frightened.

But when these fears are spread across the vastness of London, they seem a bit insignificant - probably only the huge fire that illuminated a small section of the Thames River will appear on the front page of the morning newspaper the next morning, causing some people to London citizens lamented the ruthlessness of fire.

Most of the other shocking incidents have been submerged in the vast entertainment newspapers and periodicals. The very few people who can get the relevant information from the less popular newspapers and periodicals will not take these incidents to heart at all. Make fantasy stories to study.

Only those who had close contact with the corresponding incident - the family members of the husband, son and brother who died tragically in the fire, the poor living on the streets where gangs were entrenched, the fearful company clerks, the apartment residents who were strictly ordered to keep silent, the prostitute who once again discovered that her fellow sisters were missing. , they can truly feel the inexplicable fear, as if a vague chill wraps around their spines, making them spend their days in depression and uneasiness.

The tragedies that occurred tonight are indeed just trivial matters to a behemoth that hides in the darkness to protect citizens from erosion.

Even in the kingdom's chaos statistics calculated by the bureau, the chaos in urban London only increased by an insignificant 1.38% - the main influencing factor still came from the South Bank factory area. of fire.

However, if the recent chaos statistics of the kingdom are calculated on a line chart, then you will find that the chaos in urban London has been showing a steady upward trend in the past two weeks - continuous gang shootouts, intermittent midnight terrors , and the continuous disembowelment cases that could no longer be hidden, all caused a weak panic to gradually spread in a small area.

The Anti-Suppression Bureau's attention is focused more on the fifth highly suspected Qizhi cult crime that has occurred in East London - the victims were all cut open and died.

The number of just five victims is not terrible at all for those in the bureau who have seen more horrific disasters.

But the key point is that this cultist acted too arrogantly and had no intention of destroying the corpses and eliminating traces. It seemed that he wanted to make the results of the killing public!

This is undoubtedly a provocation to the authorities! Therefore, this person has become a thorn in the side of the Anti-Suppression Bureau and a priority target that needs to be investigated and eliminated!

As for those cheap firearms that suddenly appeared on the market, after some forensic investigations, they were determined by the Anti-Suppression Bureau to have low connection with the cult of the gods, and they were handed over to Scotland Yard for processing - after all, no one is indulgent. Desirable cultists will use such inefficient means to implement their principles. Rather than triggering a very small-scale gang fight, it is more cost-effective to directly cut the throats of gang members.

However, it is these small incidents that the mainstream forces of the Anti-Suppression Bureau have ignored, but they hide the malicious intentions of someone who intends to provoke people's resistance.

It not only sells firearms at extremely low prices, but also distributes firearms to those who are willing but unable to resist like a compassionate church distributing porridge to the poor. When one morning wakes up, a coward who is deeply humiliated by his wife's cheating When he arrived at the door of his house, he opened the package that had been delivered at an unknown time, and held the cold handle in the box. Some kind of buzzing war song began to echo in his mind. He stood up tremblingly, and resolutely He returned to the house and pulled the trigger on his rebellious son, whose hair color and eyes were obviously different from his own.

Such inconspicuous small cases occur one after another in such a huge city, and the power of fighting and resistance spreads quietly in an extremely despicable form, like tiny sand and stones accumulating one by one, and one day they will accumulate. into mountains.

And these many tiny amounts of resistance finally accumulated to a certain tiny limit, causing a certain three-edged blade to show its strong edge.

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John Watson, who had been transferred to Ward 1, turned off the lights and fell asleep early.

But when the time came to late at night, a trace of struggle suddenly flashed on his face while he was sleeping soundly. His nails seemed to grow sharply silently, and even the teeth inside his tightly pressed thin lips began to become as sharp as a blade, and the bones all over his body Every joint in his body seemed to be bulging with a mass of deformed bone.

John Watson also seemed to hear three deep voices inside his head.

The first voice taught him to be ruthless and cunning.

The second voice taught him that only by fighting bravely can one be invulnerable.

The third voice taught him that pure rage was the ultimate violence.

But John Watson was unwilling to listen to the teachings of the three. He had his own ideas and desires. But contradiction is the engine that keeps the world running. The conflict between blades will never end, and no one can escape... unless they embrace their own end.

The ferocious changes in the body's protrusions disappeared in an instant. The body hidden under the velvet quilt seemed to have never experienced those changes, and even the prosthetic eye did not have time to emit a purifying light.

John Watson showed a faint smile in his sleep.

The boy with the deformed face also showed a faint smile.

He took a deep breath of cold air, and a sharp cold light like a sword passed through the flesh pupil on his forehead. A curved dim horn slowly pierced the top of the deformed round pupil, as if it were an ugly big eyeball. They are all trumpeting the charge.

The young man put down another book that had exhausted its power - when the power to maintain the secrets of the hidden gods dissipated, the words on the withered paper that were not allowed to be preserved by the world will naturally disappear with the wind.

But those dazzling, hot, sharp, cold, active, hungry, wild, and wide-open words have been engraved deep in the round pupils of the young man's forehead, waiting to be accessed at any time.

The girl with skin as white as ice and snow ran over, hugged her father who was finally no longer busy, and asked affectionately: "Father, you have read all the secret knowledge from the first to the third level, and you need me to get you the follow-up knowledge. ?"

The deformed young man rubbed the girl's little head, slowly shook his head and said: "Forget about the book of secrets, the third level of knowledge is already the limit that the third mark can accommodate."

"If I continue to absorb the secret knowledge of other principles, even I will have the fourth nature uncontrollably."

"At that time, it will not just be as simple as falling into irreversible distortion... Maybe my soul will burst and explode, and the fragments of my thoughts will scatter like stardust... This may be the best outcome. , then you guys here can also inherit my thoughts and will."

"Yeah, yeah." The girl nodded in understanding, "Do you need me to do anything for you now?"

The deformed young man pondered for a moment and said calmly: "Go get the winged skeleton for me. It's time to learn the secrets contained in it."

The deformed and ugly pupil bug slowly left the body of the parasitic young man, vibrating its thin wings like membranes slightly, and landed on the top of the human-like insect-like alien skeleton.

This alien skeleton was stolen from the Crossroads Order. According to the oldest of the nineteen deformed monsters, this alien skeleton did not seem to be a creature of its original world, and it had almost completely transformed. The bone marrow, which looks almost like a fossil, hides extremely profound secrets.

‘A secret from another world? ’

It waved the sharp tentacles behind it that became increasingly flat and as straight as a willow leaf scalpel, piercing into the ferocious and strange winged skeleton, and into the almost dried up bone marrow.

After a long time, the eye-pupil bug finally finished its devouring process, and the winged bones under its body had lost all the colors in the world, turning into colorless and tasteless powder all over the ground.

The eyeworm did not return to the boy's skull, but stood silently in the bone meal, whispering the delicious secret it had just devoured in the depths of his consciousness.

It was an address, an address completely unrecorded on the map, an address protected by Great Britain's deliberate concealment.

"Blancoug Island."

(End of this chapter)