Game of Destiny: This player is different

After a brief conversation, the players roughly understood the reason for the commission.

When the alien demons first appeared, Old Daley did ask the church for help.

But after waiting for a week, a knight finally arrived.

Out of his devout belief in the church and respect for the Knights, Old Daley treated the knight with great respect.

He even took out the white wine that he only drank during festivals.

"I shouldn't have let Beth go home at that time."

Old Daley took a deep puff of his cigarette, with regret in his eyes.

"Excuse me, who is Beth..."

Su Mali asked.

"Beth is our youngest daughter, working as a female worker in a textile factory in the next village.

That day she went home and happened to meet the knight..."

Tara Field explained sadly from the side.

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Old Daley slapping the table.

Several players looked at each other.

Well, could it be that the young man fell in love with a good girl and forced himself on her when he failed to tease her?

This kind of thing can happen even when executing a scripted mission.

No wonder art comes from life, Chernyshevsky is not lying to me.

Su Mali smacked her lips.

It was a bit embarrassing to accidentally encounter someone's sad story.

But in line with the principle of exorcising the demon as soon as possible and starting the next stage of the mission as soon as possible, he bit the bullet and asked cautiously: "What happened next?"

"Next,"

Old Daley shook his head and told the players what happened next.

The knight didn't say it, but he showed a strong interest in Beth.

At the same time, he used the name of exorcism to knock on Old Daley and instigated him to persuade his daughter.

The knight promised.

If the goal is achieved, not only will he not take a penny, but he will also guarantee an increase in the supply of candles for the Field family.

Any normal parent would not agree.

Old Daley sternly rejected the knight's unreasonable request and threatened to report him to the church if he continued to pester him.

Afterwards, the knight hastily performed an exorcism ceremony and slammed the door and left.

I thought the matter was over, but the nightmare was just about to begin.

At first, Old Daley's wife found that many small items in the house were placed on the wrong shelves.

Bread, milk and other food were often missing.

One morning, the cupboard doors in the kitchen were open.

"I promise that I will clean the first floor every night before going to bed. It is impossible for such a low-level mistake to happen.

It must be the work of the alien demon after we fell asleep."

Old Daley's wife-Tara Field said confidently.

"Just... that's it?"

Su Mali was a little speechless.

If it was only this level, the danger level of the incident was too low.

The alien demon was at most a little naughty ghost, and there was no threat at all.

"No, it's more than that."

Old Daley, holding his pipe in his mouth, slowly continued: "In the next few days, Beth began to have nightmares, claiming that there was someone in the room with her when she slept.

And when that guy appeared, Beth would always wake up.

Not the kind of waking up, but... the kind where she was awake but couldn't move her body."

Old Daley scratched his half-bald head. His lack of knowledge made him unable to think of an accurate word to describe it.

"Sleep paralysis, commonly known as nightmare.

That is, the consciousness is awake, but the motor central nervous system is still in a closed state.

So the person is awake, but the body cannot move, and only the eyelids and eyeballs can be controlled.

When sleep paralysis occurs, it is often accompanied by auditory and visual hallucinations. The person involved may even hear tiny human voices and... ghosts."

Qin Nuo interjected at the right time.

"Yes, yes, that's the case."

Old Daley nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining.

These detectives are indeed not ordinary people.

"Mr. Field, I think there should be something else about your daughter?"

Safia folded her arms in front of her and asked indifferently: "I smelled a lingering musty smell in your house since I entered the house.

It's not the rainy season now, and this smell won't appear in the house for no reason."

As he said,

The occult player closed his eyes and sensed the water element energy of the living room interior.

It was thin, almost non-existent.

It didn't meet the standard of damp and moldy wood at all.

"Miss Detective, you are right."

Old Daley took a puff of his pipe and replied, "The smell is not because of moldy furniture, but the traces left by that guy.

At first, because there were enough candles in the house, it would only push open the bedroom door and look at Beth from a distance.

Later, as the candles were used less and less, its movements became bolder and bolder.

From entering the bedroom to standing by the bed and even lying on the head of the bed, Beth could feel the hot air it exhaled on her face.

Foul and moldy, just like what you smell now."

Players can guess what happened next without Old Daley telling them.

Offending the Church KnightsThe Field family of the military officer could not get the candles to replenish.

Without the dispelling effect of candles, not only did the demons that were eyeing Beth become more rampant.

Even the nearby demons of all sizes were ready to move.

Whenever night fell, they began to harass and invade the Field mansion.

When old Daley opened the door before, he suspected that the demons that could imitate human behavior appeared a few days ago were trying to trick him into opening the door.

"No wonder the innkeeper said something strange happened at Field's mansion. That's why.

If we had come two days later, this family would have died."

Su Mali recalled briefly and asked casually:

"Mr. Field, since the situation is so bad, why don't you move to a village with more fire and candles?

At least there will be no disturbance from the demons there."

"No, I won't give up the land left by my ancestors."

Old Daley shook his head like a rattle: "Once I leave the farm, the mayor will send people to confiscate this land.

He has long wanted to occupy this place and build a factory.

I suspect that the church did not give me fire and candles because the vampire and the knight colluded."

Oh, I didn't expect there would be such a dispute.

The four players understood.

1888 was the best of times and the worst of times.

Especially for the lower-class farmers like Old Daley,

Bullying, oppression, squeezing, contempt, exploitation...are happening all the time.

They have no dignity, they are just tools for the people in power.

Where can farmers go if they lose the land they depend on for survival?

City?

There is no room for them there.

High-rise buildings and extravagant banquets belong only to the well-dressed dignitaries and the upper class.

Factory?

In this era when the average age of workers is only 30, capitalists would rather hire children as young as 7 than pay adult workers even 1 penny more.

"The mayor didn't send anyone to drive away the Field family because he was afraid of ruining his reputation.

After all, after he built the factory, he still expected honest farmers to work for him.

But cutting off the supply of candles and letting this family eventually die at the hands of the demons, how is this different from robbery?

After collecting hundreds of flowers to make honey, who is working hard for and who is sweet for."

Qin Nuo shrugged.

Whether in reality or in the script world, similar scenes are always being staged.