The Riddler Get Out of Terra

The people of the wilderness are realistic. They are prepared to live and die. When one day they find that they can be freed from the hell of illness and scars, some people will consider selling their souls to the devil.

What's more, the priest who injected the blood source showed no hesitation and would announce the secret of the blood source when Yanan achieved his initial goal?

The most vigilant Luper went to the church address planned by the priest and injected the blood source medicine: he saw an old man with a broken arm, scars on his cheeks, and a lame leg transformed back into the young Luper. , both rationality and sensibility are eager to try.

The old wolf who was still trying to persuade them not to inject blood-based medicine could only be used as a tool to judge natural disasters, but after recovering, he could carry at least five young people alone to carry the log construction of Yanan. .

The old wolf, who had regained his youth, silently stared at the moon all night long alone. Luper, who had a sensitive hearing, could hear him muttering about his childhood sweetheart who gave up due to hardware problems, which he mentioned repeatedly in his braggadocio.

She is the daughter of a relatively wealthy baker in Sicily, and I am a poor boy who is about to go bankrupt and be driven out of Sicily to become a wanderer. Today I can make her happy with the wild flowers I picked up, and tomorrow I have to use my senses to avoid natural disasters. Where? Match her?

The young people laughed at the old wolf, who is now so ugly that he has a lame leg, a disfigured face, and a broken arm. Can he still recognize the baker's daughter?Will brag!

But the old wolf just touched the healed scar on his broken arm without saying anything, and looked at the moon for a long time at night.

It was also Lao Lang who led these people who did not trust the priest to do some work, communicate with the black suit with superior force, soothe the anxious souls, and be wary of the strange eyes of the unknown priest on them.

Lao Lang is not a stubborn fool. He will observe those who have been injected and judge the problem based on some small things that have been mentioned before and may not be remembered:

If it is too clear, there is a conspiracy; if it is too vague, there is even more conspiracy!

Yet all the replies told him that these people were fine.

The priest even publicly stated that he would announce the restrictions on the blood source and explain the key to every non-injector who was still willing to stay in Yanan after the initial plan was completed and the injector who surrendered to him.

Chapter 13 Miracle ([-])

The old wolf thought about it for a long time that night.

In other words, Lal watched the old wolf pace around in the night for a long time.

Yes, Lal has always been in the old wolf's team.

He, a child, happened to know some horrible truths, and no one dared to tell them. They could only watch with trembling eyes as the residents of Yanan began to renovate their future homes full of enthusiasm and hope - little Luper felt a little agitated when he saw the black suit. His legs were weak, and his instincts desperately warned him: Don’t tell anyone about the priest’s weirdness!

There is only one price for telling: death!

Lal didn't dare to say anything. He could only live behind the old wolf in the team who was just a tool like him (anyone could do it).

At this time, the experience gap is reflected:

The old wolf's intuition is not weak either. He can feel the overwhelming desire for control and suspicion under Macaron's weird smile, and he can also sense the danger hidden in the bottle of blood. It is precisely because of this that he has delayed injecting the priest. A "panacea" that is said to be magical.

The difference with Lal is that the old wolf knew this and still accepted his fate calmly. He went to Black Suit to contract tasks with a rogue mentality that he could survive one day at a time, and then led a group of Ruper who were also anxious and did not dare to inject the "panacea" They carried logs and built walls in exchange for the food distributed by Black Suit.

This is the only thing Lardu is happy about: Macaron doesn't bother to deduct the living supplies of a group of homeless dogs, and the white feathers who carry out his orders naturally obtain the intermediate products of the Superman project, which reduces their demand for things. .

When there is no personal enrichment or secret deduction at every step, all the refugees can have a full meal, and many of them also enjoy the good food that only the team leader usually can eat and drink.

This is also one of the miracles of Yanan: there is no deduction or chaos. The team leader who was obviously rotten to the core was completely transformed after following the priest. He is selfless, fearless, fair and just... These are the majesty that only boss Ruper can accumulate. Silently under the command of Fr.

The body gradually emerged, exceeding every Luper's expectations.

They can't help but look forward to it. The wandering people can't find such a fair leader. They can only listen with envy to those Lupo in the city preaching how powerful the gangsters are, and then they can't even compare to the black bread when they eat it. Living a rough life in the wild.

Nowadays, the priest brings a strong man from the sky and changes everything. How can Lupus not regard this as a miracle?

The old wolf was hesitant because of this point about the priest.

No matter what he thinks, he doesn't think he can cause any trouble to the priest. If the priest needs it, it will not be difficult for the current residents of Yanan to become his minions to capture the rebellious people who are unwilling to be injected:

Gain is the best sign, attracting endless moths who have been deprived of their survival by the wilderness and man-made disasters:

The rebirth of a broken limb has become a common thing, having enough food has become a common rule, and it has become an iron rule that you will get food and rewards if you work hard. When the priest accomplishes these things, it is a mission like a god.

In particular, every Yharnam resident, whether original or newly arrived, understands how terrifying the black suits are as priest guards. Their original exploiters and protectors were knocked down by the black suits with three punches and two kicks. The ground was wailing, looking as embarrassed as a newborn Luper cub.

When God is as powerful as the Bible and will retaliate, no one dares to ask such wise words as "How many teachers does He have?"

The fairness and strictness of the priest are real, and the violence and cruelty of the priest are also real.

So the Miracle City continued to continue its miracles according to the priest's plan: for a month, everyone had work to do, and everyone had different mission goals. Those with special skills were inspected as special cases in black suits, and the genuine ones were brought to the priest for acceptance. After the baptism is completed, he can go to the place where he is needed to use his abilities. If he talks nonsense, he will be corrected directly by the big and thick black suit with his fist. He understands what it means to deceive the priest.

If there is no misjudgment, the next miracle is: God knows what the priest did to the black suits!

These unlearned bastards seemed to have enlightened themselves after following the priest. They knew astronomy and geography. They could guess what a person was thinking with just one look. They could even chat with many down-and-out students with great interest: Even the students are considered civilized people in the eyes of the people of the wilderness!

But a miracle happened unreasonably. Time has proved that the black suits are correct. They seem to be always fair and always correct!

Lal saw the old wolf pacing for longer and longer every night, especially when she spent more and more time looking at the moon. As if she had some kind of special prediction, a voice rang in her ears: I want to try... …

When the old wolf saw that old Luper, who was in the same situation as him a few days ago - with a broken hand and a sound limbs, shaving his beard and reappearing in his youth, the muttering that Lal heard at night became He gave a firm and hoarse self-persuasion: "I have to try..."

Lal had a headache from the noise in her head, but just like she had always shown, little Luper was taciturn and said nothing, just waiting for her fate to come:

It is the privilege of the strong to choose their destiny, while the weak can only wait for their destiny.

Little Luper had an unusually deep sense of self-awareness.

She actually had a premonition: the sudden ability, the increasingly weak body, the tingling and panic derived from the inside of the body...

Lal knew that he had been attacked by a demon, entangled in his bones and blood by a demon wearing a black stone.

She could no longer continue that man's bloodline.

Lal felt unhappy.

It's a pity that lamenting all the way can't change anything. The gift of fate is so weak that Lal can't change anything, and what he receives is so vast. Little Luper's future becomes a line segment, and the end day is getting closer and closer.

The old wolf finally chose the injection: Lal saw the desperate struggle of this painstaking man from the voices and visions he heard every night. The inner torment kept the old wolf awake all night long.

In the end, the old wolf chose the priest's miracle: he suddenly realized that he could not change anything without the injection, but he could still seek something after the injection.

The process of transformation was not beautiful. Lal could hear the painful sound of the old wolf grinding his teeth and rolling around even through the thickened wall.

The pain made the old wolf beat the floor, and the muffled sound of "dong dong dong" kept ringing in Lar's mind.

But as time went by, the sound caused by the old wolf changed from a muffled sound to a scratching sound, from a muffled hitting sound to the clear sound of fingernails scratching, and finally, it was the old wolf's low sobbing sound.

Lal didn't know what was happening.

The caution of the Syracusan child made her only think over and over again in her heart, but her body remained motionless, waiting for the final result.

But she didn't see the old wolf coming out of the closed door until Lal fell asleep.

She only heard the sound of the window frame rubbing against the porcelain table before she fell asleep: the old wolf seemed to be looking at the moon again, and then fell into a bizarre dream.

Chapter 14 Dreaming

Sudden dreams are not so wonderful, or in other words, people in the wilderness can't have any beautiful dreams at all: the happiest days are just like living without natural disasters, how can they dream of anything beautiful?

Ever since that time when the blue sky was filled with gray and haze, Lal had never had any beautiful dreams again.

The most peaceful thing turned out to be a dreamless night. Keral was still chasing dreams crazily, because only in dreams could she see what she had done that day again.

Every expression of her mother's woman tells herself not to forget with deep emotions.

Because when Lal forgets, no one really remembers the stories of men and women.

It is difficult for the people of the wilderness to leave traces. The most common ones are taken away by people with whom they can barely talk, and they are proudly shown off to other people they meet as souvenirs of friendship.

It can be a small bone, or a trinket made from fallen tail hair. Things with distinctive personal characteristics are indeed carriers that can make the stories of the people of the wilderness last longer.

It is a pity that Lal has never seen men or women give any memorial to strangers passing by since he was a child. The wilderness is an unreasonable place, and unwillingness to do some unearned business often means living a difficult life. Men and women There are not enough supplies to send out.

When people are going through hard times, even their bones want to squeeze some juice out of them.

The end result is that a bowl of hot bone soup becomes the only impression in the rare visitor's memory.

It wasn't until Lal was lost forever that she realized that she had left no evidence of the two people who gave her life. The only set of clothes was full of patches, damaged by heavy labor and the friction between children, and could no longer be seen. out of its original appearance.

Lal felt that he would definitely die after his revenge was over. In that case, why bother tinkering?

Let the patches disappear with the remains of the body. If you can still catch up with men and women, you can beg the woman to help mend the clothes. You can also leave a few tears because the clothes are torn, making the men panic. .

Lal thought so in his dream.

The dream was unconscious, but since the pain and itching in his body continued to worsen, Lal began to hear and see things, and many strange and unexperienced things appeared in his consciousness, making Lal more and more believe that he was just suffering from an incurable disease. something is wrong.

Tonight, accompanied by the old wolf's cry and low and vague mumbling, Lar's dream was clearer than ever before, so clear that these unseen things appeared piecemeal, tearing Lar's head into a mess.

"I" is a man with bronze skin and pure black hair, Luper, with thick arms and swollen muscles. He can break the top-grade steel in his hand with one punch. "I" looked at the broken iron pillar in his hand, filled with emotion. Angry walked in the dark and gloomy alleys, letting the light and shadow naturally hanging down from the tall buildings hide his figure...

"I" is Luper, who has fair skin and golden hair. She has slender hands and feet, is gentle and graceful, and is charming and affectionate. She has fascinated many strong boys, especially the sweetheart with black hair and pure black hair. , "I" dress myself up to see him every day...

"I" was a dirty Luper, whose coat color could no longer be seen. Only his rough palms covered with dirt were repeatedly kneading the black soil, trying to find something.There was nothing on the barren land. "I" was panicked and worried that I would starve to death. I could only dig more and more desperately for possible food...

……

Countless first-person perspectives appeared in the dream. Lal could originally use his own memory to quietly peek into the life that did not belong to the wolf cub, but as these perspectives became more and more numerous and dense, they came one after another. As it went on, Lal had forgotten who he was.

These memories are so vast that poor little Luper can't tell which ones are right and which ones are wrong.

The angle of view is intermittent. Sometimes Lal is a strong man wearing heavy armor, wielding a huge iron halberd to cut grass in a dense formation where it is difficult to distinguish who is who. The heavy force is as reliable as regular breathing, just a casual touch. It can make the rushing Luper vomit blood and fly seven or eight meters, and then slap it down, minced meat like milk, blood red rouge.

The hot sunshine repeatedly wears away patience and physical strength, but it also makes the bright red blood red, with a kind of coquettish terror.

Before the strong man could continue waving, Lal's surroundings suddenly became cool. On the soft big bed with a thick curtain, the beautiful film girl danced brightly, with golden hair and a thick black-striped tail. She was so happy to seduce all living beings. She smiled gracefully and sang softly.

And "I" was a moth flying into the flames. I was attracted by the girl's smile when she stood up and looked back inadvertently. I stood by the door humbly and respectfully, not daring to take a step forward, but there was a vague feeling of cruelty and pain in my heart: "I" thought. Ruining this beauty, not for anything else, just to watch it burn. It is so beautiful, will it be even more magnificent when baked?

Before Lal could remember anything, in an instant she was an old white-haired woman. She opened the faded wooden door, and the dust was rising with the unique smell of long-standing things. At the end of her sight was the clothes worn by the strong man in her memories. The iron armor was similar to the armor, and the black matte heavy armor was hung on the iron frame. The belt and rope were already covered with dust.

In the blink of an eye, Lal was once again a little girl with black hair and red hair, wearing expensive, comfortable and brightly colored pajamas, watching a man and a woman making love on the opposite side of the castle, even though this couple aroused "my" overwhelming thoughts. Resentful, but "I" could only stand alone and run away uneasily.

……

There were too many memories, first-person perspective, in uncertain order, with uncertain characters, and it was impossible to tell who was who. They were simply and roughly stuffed into Lar's brain, leaving little Luper confused and unable to tell the difference anymore.

————Nightmare dividing line————

Lal was woken up by the old wolf.

"who are you?"

Little Luper asked confused.

The grammatical order is messy, the ancient Syracuse language is paired with the half-lived filmic word order, and the noisy and ridiculous intonation is accompanied by a sad timbre of vicissitudes of life.

, which confused the old wolf.

?

What's the matter with this kid?

Don't you want to work anymore?

The old wolf looked at the brown Luper with a rather bad face in confusion, and was startled by the dark brown pupils with no focus.

"who are you?"

In an instant, little Luper changed his voice again, lazy and low, with a lustful vibrato, as if to tempt the listener to spit out a woman's tongue with such a timbre - such a beautiful syllable, the tongue must also It must be fragrant, soft, cute and arousing people's sympathy.

Accompanying it is the charming appearance that is impossible to appear on the little Luper who is only in his teens. His eyebrows are raised, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and he has the air of a beauty. His watery pupils are paired with a small tongue on his lips, which is shocking for a moment. of elegance.

It's a pity that Lao Lang is a man of stories.

What do people with stories do when faced with something like this?

……

Of course it was sent directly to the priest!

Chapter 15 Shadow

Thinking about it carefully, there is nothing the old wolf can do. With his three-legged cat skills, he can treat some innocuous wounds with some medicinal materials picked from the wild. How can he deal with Lal's situation, which is obviously a serious illness?

The final choice is to go to the priest after all.

When the old wolf woke up from the miracle of blood origin, his trust in the priest had reached its peak: without mental control, without emotional guidance, the old wolf was still his original self, nothing had changed.

The priest obviously disdains doing stupid things like replacing others. In this case, what else can the old wolf not believe?

It is always so easy to go from extreme suspicion to extreme trust.

So just when everyone was happily building a new home, a poor girl Luper was sent to the cathedral where the macarons were. The Lupers were healed by the priest's "panacea" and were also treated by the priest. Using strong violent control, awe and obedience, their first idea was to build a glorious and magnificent residence for the priest.

Although from Macaron's point of view, as an early-stage construction, these bastards did not have enough knowledge to build it like a pig's nest.

Apparently, the white-haired madman planned to build a new church once the plans were laid out.

What we have now is a negative teaching material that will be used to teach talents in the field of construction in the future. It will be dismantled as it is taught, and by the time the lecture is finished, it will probably be dismantled. When the time comes, building a new church will be used as the graduation project of the students, which will be a good talk.

Well... I am indeed a genius.

Macaron thought proudly after waking up.

This is a rare time for him to relax. After thinking about it, he has to start modifying Yanan's functional area according to the rough drawings.