Shadow Apostle

In the distance is the endless farmland. Several worn-out steam armors are poking through the fields, which are covered with grass stalks. Several pneumatic water pumps on the edge of the fields are half-dead, making a low creaking roar. From time to time, a stream of steam is sprayed from the top, a thin stream of steam. As if dying.

The wind blows in the wheat field, and the rustling wheat waves quietly disperse in the quiet night. Under the crimson moonlight, it is like a strange whisper from the fantasy world.

On the other side of the farmland is a large forest, with a winding path disappearing into the forest.

Under the cover of trees, a villa in the forest can be vaguely seen.

Jumping out of the car at the entrance of the trail, Horst took a deep breath. He was filled with the aroma of earth. Compared with the filth in the city, it was like a different world.

Jessica was directing several watchmen to move away the tree trunks that served as roadblocks. The flames of the lanterns were swaying in the forest, as if they might go out at any time.

"Please follow me, Mr. Horst, and I hope your abilities will match your esteem."

Jessica finally exchanged a few words with the casually dressed caretakers, then walked in front with her skirt up without taking anyone with her, gesturing for Horst to follow.

As expected of a noble lady, you don’t even need a lamp?

Horst sighed, asked for a lantern from the caretaker, and then caught up with Miss Burnt.

"Ever since I discovered the anomaly, I asked my mother to seal off the woods and prevent outsiders from entering. Apart from me, no one else should have gone in, so there is no need to worry about the power of life interfering with the mysterious connection."

"Can it be stopped? This forest is so big, it would be difficult to block it for two days."

"It's not difficult. Even the farmland over there, this area is the property of the Burnt family. Usually there are no people except for the farmhands around." Jessica said casually, "The family originally It was also a famous family, but now it has declined, leaving only this little industry..."

Horst paused for a few seconds, then raised his lantern and walked away without saying a word.

Behind him, Jessica showed a relieved expression, secretly made a thumbs down motion, then picked up the hem of her skirt and chased after him.

Step by step deeper, the surroundings became quieter, only the footsteps of the two people still echoed in the forest.

From time to time, something unknown would be disturbed by the footsteps and scream in the dark forest, just like the wail of a dying human being.

At the end of the field of vision, deep in the woods, a dark building loomed under the bloody moonlight. Accompanied by the intermittent chirping of insects, it felt indescribably eerie.

Horst pushed aside dead branches and weeds with his cane, and walked ahead with a lantern, approaching the villa in the forest first. However, when he turned around, he found that Miss Jessica Berndt's face looked like A bit ugly.

Horst realized that he might have made a mistake.

I feel no different from this environment now than when I go home.

But is this Miss Berndt afraid of the dark?

"Miss." Horst tried to slow down his voice, "Are you okay?"

"Laugh if you want."

Horst did not laugh: "Is this your first actual contact with a mysterious event?"

"I am a pharmacist and therapist of the Church of Tribulation. I rarely leave the church except for going home. I only come into contact with the mysteries for research and refining work. The two characteristics I awakened are auxiliary characteristics, and I have never confronted the mysteries head-on. ." Miss Berndt's voice gradually regained its strength, "But I don't have much theoretical understanding of mystery, and I won't be reduced to the point of being sympathized with and worried about. Let's go and go to the villa."

"Are you sure?" Horst pointed at the villa, "It should be more exciting inside than outside."

"It is true that there are awakened people who are afraid of the dark and ghosts, but have you ever seen a therapist who is afraid of blood?" Jessica glared at him, walked to the door first and took out the key, "Don't think that you can just give me a few words of comfort. I forget your bad behavior, I will always keep an eye on you."

"Tsk, woman, you are so vindictive, I even forgot to mention you...and you are the only pharmacist I have ever seen."

Horst muttered, took out the revolver Serena, held the lantern in one hand and the revolver in the other, standing beside Jessica.

Soon, the door of the villa was opened, and Horst suddenly knelt down on one knee, making himself suddenly shorter. At the same time, he stretched the lantern forward, making the light inside the door instantly intensify.

There was no one, but a pungent smell of blood hit his face. The smell of blood was so strong that even his mouth was filled with a hint of fishy sweetness. Based on Horst's thirty-seven experience, he still felt like nauseating. a feeling of.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no movement at all inside, only the clicking sound of the clock, which was particularly clear in the silence.

Horst took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "I'll go first."

Jessica shook her head and pointed at herself: "I am the Awakened One."

Horst also pointed to himself: "I am a veteran."

Then with Jessica's complicated eyes, she walked into the villa first.

Taking a step forward, Horst's heart tightened.

The moment he crossed the boundary of the door, his eyes were filled with red again.

Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist, and screams that were not human-like could be heard in the ears.

The surrounding space trembled as if the heart was beating, and then everything returned to its original state, turning into the dark villa door again.

Spiritual sense, extremely sensitive spiritual sense.

This was one of the characteristics he discovered in himself after traveling through time.

Although he didn't know the specific reason, he would sometimes see similar phenomena when he came into contact with those particularly weird mysterious objects in various mysterious incidents he had encountered before.

Horst knew that this was the interference caused by the mystery. His special physique was particularly sensitive to this. He had experienced it once in the bar just now. The courage to accept this special commission was based on the confidence brought by this keen spiritual awareness.

However, he has never encountered anything like this before. Just by entering, the vision was so serious. It was hard for him to even imagine how weird the mystery behind this matter was.

Could this be the real mystery Marvin was talking about?

"It can be preliminarily concluded that this incident is indeed a mysterious incident." Horst calmed down the tension caused by the vision slightly, "I saw the vision that can only be seen in mysterious incidents."

"It's reasonable. You just made the act of 'entering the villa' in a sense, and the reaction of your spiritual sense shows that there is a strong mysterious entanglement in the concept of 'the whole villa'. It seems that Uncle Swain did not exaggerate and acted concretely." Regardless, at least your spiritual sense is indeed sensitive and you are the most suitable candidate." Jessica praised, "Can you continue?"

"No matter...it's possible, but the reaction is too strong and it feels more difficult than expected, so..."

"Um?"

Horst paused for a moment and said quietly: "I have to pay more, a silver Luca."

As he spoke, he ignored the sound of grinding his teeth from behind. Horst continued to take steps after he paused, and quietly walked into the villa. His pistol quickly patrolled the large room of the entrance and foyer to confirm that no one was found. Abnormal, then he gave way to the door.

There was nothing strange when Jessica stepped through the door. As soon as she entered, she first pulled a lever on the wall.

There were a few clicking noises in the wall, but nothing changed. Jessica was stunned, clapped her head in annoyance, opened a hidden box on the wall, turned a valve inside, and then pulled the lever again. .

It was obviously an action to turn on the lights, but still no lights came on.

Jessica wanted to try again, but was stopped by Horst. When she turned around, she saw Horst shaking his head at her.

She immediately woke up and stopped what she was doing, because in the mysterious world, never believe in coincidence.

All appearances may be some kind of omen, the result of a connection with some deep mystery. Treating it as a coincidence will be a waste of effort at best, or self-destruction at worst.

You have to ask an amateur to remind you, Jessica, shame on you.

Miss Berndt's expression behind her was a little annoyed, but Horst didn't see it. His attention had left the gas valve and he was holding a lantern to carefully inspect the room.

As expected of a villa belonging to a wealthy family, there are no gears or pipes all over the walls in the room. The walls are covered with wooden wall panels, which is refreshing and clean.

The foyer was a bit messy, with some furniture and furnishings knocked to the ground, which fit the description of people who came in to check being scared away. Without letting Jessica lead the way, Horst followed the messy traces and headed towards the direction where the smell of blood came from.

Several doors leading to the interior were open, and a disgusting smell came from one of them. Horst stood by the door and raised his lantern to see clearly what was going on inside.

Behind the door is a corridor.

The thick carpet is covered with large dark brown traces, and the brown wooden wall is also covered with entire mottled patches. Dark red traces slide down the wall from the large mottled spots, dragging out a trail. A long trajectory.

Horst looked back at Jessica. The blond lady was following closely with a folding fan in her hand. He lowered his voice and said, "I went in to check it out in the morning and found nothing dangerous or abnormal. It should be safe now."

Horst pondered for a moment, made a sign of waiting, and approached the edge of the blood stains on the carpet.

His fingers smeared over the brown area, and there was a thick layer of sticky liquid on the black leather gloves. After twisting the liquid, Horst came closer and took a smell.

While the smell of blood rushed directly to the top of his head, everything around him seemed to become distorted in an instant.

On the walls and carpet, the edges of the shocking blood stains slowly wriggled, twisted, and kept changing their shapes, as if they were alive.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing his mental discomfort, Horst stood up unsteadily.

"Mysteriously related."

As he spoke, under Miss Burnt's dissatisfied gaze, he wiped off the blood on his gloves on the clean part of the carpet, raised the lantern to bypass the large blood stain, put away Serena, and put the cane hanging on his arm Holding it in his hand, he slowly disappeared into the blood-stained corridor.

The extended bloodstain suddenly stopped, and there was no more bloodstain after that. Even if you searched carefully on the carpet, you couldn't find a drop of blood.

Horst felt as if the brush dipped in ink in his hometown suddenly stopped writing, which was quite strange.

However, just after walking a few steps, the smell of blood, which had faded slightly, suddenly became stronger again.