Quenched long order

Chapter 191 The lingering nightmare

Sauer was wary of his surroundings. This was the leader's spiritual world, and there were probably things that Kraut was familiar with. Although Kraut didn't show too much excitement, combined with this series of things, unless he had a heart of stone, Otherwise, he will definitely be affected. At this time, what he has to do is to pay attention to the unusual movements around him and remind Kraut as an outsider.

A few steps later, Kraut stood beside the crib. He frowned and stared into the dim window, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" Saul asked.

There was no movement around.

"It's a dead baby." Kraut glanced at Sauer and continued: "There are obvious pinch marks on the neck..." As he said that, he opened his right hand and slowly stretched it out.

Sauer planned to continue asking, but at this time, it was pitch dark outside the house, and the only light seemed to have disappeared. An ominous premonition surged in his heart.

A weak beam of light fell from the gap above, as if something appeared on the roof.

The beam did not completely illuminate the room, but many areas became clear, such as where Kraut stood.

Sauer looked intently, but his eyes were attracted by the twisted and writhing black shadows outside the window. They were strange, mysterious and dangerous. These black shadows gave him the same feeling as the wriggling flesh and blood he had encountered in the staircase space before.

Is there also here?

he thought.

After taking a deep breath, he withdrew his gaze and focused it on Kraut again.

At this time, Kraut stretched out his hands and made a gesture of squeezing the baby. However, his expression was calm, and it did not look like he was committing murder. Instead, he was verifying something.

"It's Naven." Kraut retracted his hands and looked at the crib with a slightly sad look.

"But didn't Naven survive?" Sauer didn't know much about these past events.

"The pinch mark matches my palm perfectly." Kraut turned to look at Sauer.

Sauer understood what Kraut meant and asked: "If this is the spiritual world, then that means...your wife thinks you...killed Naven?"

If this is the case, then it seems very reasonable for Kraut's wife to leave without saying goodbye.

Kraut didn't answer or nod.

Sauer looked away, and suddenly, he found some picture frames on the wall. He clearly remembered that these picture frames were not there when he entered the house.

He blinked and stepped forward to observe.

In the brown-black picture frame, there is a warm picture of Kraut's family of three. In it, Kraut is holding Naven, who is still a baby, and his wife is standing beside him. However, for some reason, there is a bulge in this painting. It seems that the paper was not flattened when it was put into the frame.

He thought for a moment, stretched out his right index finger, and gently pressed the bubbles.

At this time, Kraut also came over and looked at the picture frame.

Sauer flattened the drawing paper and was surprised to find that as the bubbles were deflated, the content of the picture also changed a small part. However, just this change made the originally warm picture become permeable. Naven's Kraut's appearance was completely distorted, like a monster. At the same time, the eyes of his wife on the side also changed, becoming full of fear. Even Naven, who was still just a baby, had his eyes changed from clear to clear. Become desperate.

Kraut stared at the painting and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain, but after a slight hesitation, he swallowed it back.

Sauer retracted his right hand, and the content in the painting became warm again.

"There's more over there."

He pointed aside.

At some point, a new picture frame appeared beside it.Kraut nodded and walked over first.

The new painting is very similar to the previous painting. The difference is that Naven is already a child at this time, and there is still a pale puppet standing next to Kraut.

Sauer looked at the bulge on the drawing paper and prepared to reach out, but Kraut got there first.

As Kraut pressed the drawing paper down, the picture changed again. Not only did Kraut on the picture become fierce, but even the limbs of the pale puppet standing aside became weird, like some kind of capable person. The deformed creature, not only that, some vague threads also faintly emerged. The threads extended from the fingers of the pale puppet and fell on the three people. At first glance, it seemed that the pale puppet was controlling the three people.

Kraut took a deep breath, seeming to calm down his inner emotions.

"She seems to have a mental problem." Sauer glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor. Based on what the leader of the Black Domain Religion had done before, he was almost certain of this. He turned his head back and asked: "Clout, do you think it's possible to save him?"

In any case, she is Kraut's lover after all, and the reason why she has reached this point is because she encountered the Sandman. If a person is turned into a chair, it is possible to be turned back, then this is also possible.

"I don't know." Kraut shook his head.

Recovery is far more difficult than change, just as saving someone is more difficult than killing someone.

After hearing this answer, Sauer didn't ask any more questions. The matter was already at this point. It was not a rational choice to sacrifice the existing advantages for this trivial possibility.

"Wait..." Kraut seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes became sharp.

Sauer followed Kraut's line of sight and found that Kraut was staring closely at the painting, not at the main body in the middle, but at the edge of the painting.

"these are?"

He discovered that there were some unexplained creases and lines at the edges of the painting.

"It's a bit familiar..." Kraut said, reaching out and taking off the picture frame. Then, he took apart the picture frame, took out the drawing paper, looked at the back, and found that there were some clearer painting marks on the back, in the same position. the edge of the painting.

"Is this?" Sauer frowned. The painting marks were not painted randomly, but had clear patterns, but only a small part. Then, he turned around, took down the first frame, took it apart, and looked at the back. There are also scratches.

"Give it to me." Kraut stretched out his hand.

Sauer handed over the drawing paper in his hand.

After Kraut got it, he directly tore off the part with the painting marks on the back, and then pieced it together. Soon, the painting marks seemed to form a pattern.

At this time, Sauer felt that Kraut's breathing was obviously heavier. Kraut probably knew what the pattern pieced together by the painting marks was.

Kraut looked around and found a new picture frame at the edge of the beam. This time, he took it apart without even looking at the painting on the front of the paper, then tore off the edge of the paper and finished. After all this, he stood under the bright beam and pieced together the parts with painting marks. Soon, a humanoid monster showed its true appearance.

The monster has a slender body and is gray-black all over. Its head is like an owl, but it doesn't have much hair. The big, round, dark eyes on its face seem to be able to capture people's hearts. The part below the neck resembles a bat, and its shriveled and tattered black wings are tucked behind it. It seems to be just a decoration and has lost the ability to fly.

"What is this?" Sauer asked, feeling like he had already guessed the answer.

Kraut slowly turned his head and whispered back: "Sandman..."

Sauer held his breath and looked at the pieced together pattern carefully, "Isn't the Sandman already solved by you..."

Suddenly, he recalled a sentence in his mind that was spoken by Kraut when he was chatting with him after dealing with the evil spirit that had invaded Naven's body in the suburbs of Ximu Port.

I feel that I have fallen into a nightmare in the past few years. Maybe the Sandman is still affecting me. I can't wake up. I keep struggling, but I get deeper and deeper, and my life becomes worse and worse. Until today, I Just realized this.

At this moment, the previous words seemed to be fulfilled.

(End of this chapter)