Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

After entering the room, Zoya manually locked the door and dragged the bedside table to block the door.

After doing this, she took a few breaths.

"There's not much time, we have to hurry up, are there any candles in the room?"

Yamon opened the drawer, took out the candle that was already in the room, handed it over, and at the same time asked his own doubts: "What are you going to do?"

"It is needed for the ceremony." Zoya smiled at Yamon, "I have peeked at this kind of ceremony at home, as well as those books, and now I plan to arrange a ceremony pointing to Her Majesty the Queen."

Yamon seemed to understand, "What about you and Ivan, why did you leave? Aren't you brothers and sisters?"

"I can see that you have a good relationship with your sister, but unfortunately, not all brothers and sisters are like you."

Zoya began to use local materials to draw the circle on the floor while explaining.

"He is a very authoritarian person, he doesn't care about other people's feelings, and he is timid and narrow-minded. I still remember that when he was young, he was scared by other children with live snakes and peed his pants. In the end, I beat the snake to death, but it didn't take long for that He frightened his child and was killed by a mad dog, he did it."

Yamon listened to Zoya's words, and his gaze fell on Zoya's face all the time.

"You hate him?"

"Yes, I hate him." Zoya's voice was hoarse.

But...Yamen suddenly didn't know whether to say it or not, but you looked obviously sad. Is this hate?

It seems that she didn't notice Yamon's hesitating to speak, or noticed it but pretended she didn't see it, Zoya self-consciously formed a magic circle interlaced with various graphics, and finally lifted a corner of her skirt, and pulled out a piece of cloth from her thigh strap. a dagger.

"Are you going to kill yourself?"

Yamon couldn't understand why Zoya pressed the edge of the dagger against her wrist.

Zoya looked up at Yamon strangely, and replied the same way: "It is necessary for the ceremony."

Returning her eyes to the dagger, Zoya stared at her white wrist, the expression on her face twitched.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." She whispered a few words, closed her eyes, and made an incision in her wrist with the dagger.

It was the first time she was inexperienced, she used too much force, hot blood gushed out like water from a gate, and before she could feel the pain, Zoya smeared the blood on the magic circle with heartache, trying not to waste a drop of blood.

After doing all this, her face turned pale, and she used the gauze Yamon found for an emergency treatment, then sat on the side of the bed for a short rest, preparing to activate the magic circle in one fell swoop after recovering some energy.

On the other side, Ivan's alienated right arm returned to normal, and the black blood vessels on his face and neck would not go away for a while.

His eyes returned to consciousness, he shrugged as he looked at the corpses lying on the ground.

"I'm really sorry. If you want to leave, someone must sacrifice. At least I didn't do it when the sacrifice was needed at the end. I gave you a good time, didn't I?"

The man looked indifferent.Can't see the slightest sense of guilt.

Immediately afterwards, he looked towards the door, which was the direction Zoya and Yamon left. Taking a deep breath, he twitched the corners of his mouth, "I've always wanted to be a good brother."

Talking to himself, the man's mental state is not stable, a cruel smile appeared on his face several times, and he returned to indifference several times.

The men started dragging the bodies from the room, one in each hand, to the lower storey.

When he came to a special black container, he piled the corpses aside, turned back to the banquet hall, and dragged the other two back.

It was not until the third time that he brought down the dead body of the old Viscount.

Taking out a dagger, he cut open the neck of a corpse, and drew a scarlet magic circle with blood.

The smell of blood gradually spread to the entire warehouse, and he used up the paint reserves of two people just for drawing.

Standing in the center of the circle, he wiped the blood from his face, and began to drag the five corpses into the circle, placing them in the area representing the sacrifice.

Zoya put a bottle of dandelion wine in the area representing the sacrifice, a little unsure, "Is it not good to sacrifice the specialty of Mond to the god of the solstice?"

Then she shook her head and comforted herself: "No, the entire Solstice Winter belongs to Her Majesty the Empress, and it is even more dishonest to use Solstice Winter's special products."

"Tavner said that the gift should be according to the person's liking." Yamon said and put a book on it.

"Her Majesty the Queen likes books?" Zoya said while looking at the cover of the book, and subconsciously read the title: ""The Frost Throne: I Am the Dog of the Ice Queen", uh... who wrote this book ?”

She looked for the signature, which was a pseudonym called Key of Wanmen.

This pseudonym, at first glance, is full of the peculiar fantasies of adolescents.

But Zoya did not stop Yamon,

The main reason is that they have nothing to use as a sacrifice, so they can't lie on it by themselves.

On the contrary, she was a little curious: "The book you bought?"

"It's not mine, it's Tavernall's!"

Yamon sold Taverner mercilessly.

"I don't know why, but I feel more and more that your sister should be the inspector."

Zoya blinked, and for a moment she was no longer worried about the success of the ceremony, and her whole body calmed down like water.

For short, it's numb.

"Okay, let's start!"

Zoya clutched the gauze that was still bleeding from her wrist, and stood up abruptly.

As a result, his toe accidentally kicked the foot of the bed, his expression twisted for a moment, his eyes and nose squeezed together.

Looking at her movements, Yamon didn't know what to do, so he applauded symbolically, "Come on!"

At the same time, Ivan took a step forward, with his knees facing forward, and knelt outside the magic circle, his hands and fingers crossed in front of his mouth and nose.

After recovering, Zoya slowly knelt and sat on the edge of the circle, recalling her brother's actions in the family basement, lowered her head, and prayed sincerely.

Amidst the low murmurs, in the closed room, a gust of wind began to surround the magic circle.

Yamon stood two meters away, looking at Zoya who was kneeling piously in front of the magic circle, and whispered faintly in his ears.

The sound made her frown, and felt that an unknown flame was rising in her chest along with the whispering sound, so she covered her ears impatiently.

However, those voices seemed to be unaffected, and passed directly through her hand, further ringing in her ears.

There is no wind in the hair, undulating and mid-air like a snake, the color of Yameng's ice-blue pupils becomes more and more pure, and the words invisible to the naked eye dance in the eyes. Deeper, the phantom of the hourglass gradually becomes clear, round The hands of the clock turn...

And Zoya, who closed her eyes and prayed in front, was unaware of all this.

The strands of hair coiled and stretched toward Zoya's back.

Chapter 161 Fighting Mystery with Mystery

The strands of hair, which seemed to be active on their own, approached the undefended Zoya silently, like the huge mouth of a wild beast, trying to devour people from top to bottom.

At this moment, I don't know if it was a coincidence or some kind of inevitability, the whispers that were hitting the eardrums suddenly became quieter.

Then, from a farther place, an extraordinarily strong frantic murmur full of blood and depravity inserted forcefully, suppressing the influence caused by Zoya's prayer.

The silver-haired humanoid monster turned its head mechanically, its eyes almost penetrated the barriers of the floors, and directly saw the source of the frantic raving.

Down below, in the warehouse.

The hair that was stretching towards Zoya retracted, the owner of the hair turned around, took a step to the side, directly crossed the barrier of space, and headed towards the source that attracted his attention...

Zoya still kept her eyes closed, reciting prayer mantras over and over again, hoping to establish a connection with the supreme monarch of the distant Snow Country.

Outside the window, the gray-white mist that has been surrounding the cruise ship was originally rolling aimlessly and quietly, but at this moment it stopped slightly, as if something in the mist stopped idly rolling and floating, and invisible objects cast attention.

Floating unconsciously, Tavernar recovered his originally scattered thoughts in an instant, and looked around.

She found that she had lost her original shape and was wandering in an empty corridor. Her body turned into mist and scattered everywhere in the ship. Because of this, she could sense every inch of the space where the mist was. Everything, as if the senses have been multiplied by a hundred times.

An illusory book appeared in a cloud of fog in the corridor, flipping silently.

After this glance, Tavernar couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

After sealing off the dangerous container in the warehouse, she wandered around the bottom of the ship with the idea of ​​coming, and then accidentally noticed some remnants of the old time and space, which was a remnant that was almost the same as her own.

The feeling of familiarity suddenly inspired a certain instinct that she had been suppressing all along, and she was always curious about where the ice queen found the raw materials for the doctor to create herself, so her head, which was born with a tendency to truth and puzzles, As soon as it was hot, I started a bold attempt.

I never thought that after touching that little legacy, I would be affected a little bit more than I expected.

Then the contents of the previously sealed container were also touched along the seal, which put her in a state of confusion.

Facing enemies from both sides, Tavernal had no choice but to bury his self-consciousness in the deepest part, leaving his instinct to deal with the fragments of Idhra and digest the original legacy.

In this way, driven by instinct, she almost uncontrollably started the subsequent behavior of pulling the ship into the gap between time and dreams.

Originally, her digestion should have been completed long ago, but her self-consciousness sank too low, and she might not be able to wake up in time.

However, just as she was unconsciously spreading and writhing randomly in the air, a somewhat vague voice chanted a mantra jerky in her ear, calling for attention.

Thus, in response to that prayer, Tavernaar's personality was reawakened.

Putting away the "Book of Narratives", Tavenal covered his forehead in a slightly speechless manner.

"Although, how could the prayer pointing to Her Majesty be connected to me? Is there a mistake? Your phone is connected to the wrong line!"

In the thick fog that no one could hear, Tavernaar made undisguised rants, responding to her silently surging fog.

The figures were vaguely condensed outside the window, and Tavenal felt a little tired looking at the strange woman who was kneeling in the middle of his room, praying in a low voice to a magic circle.

And the content of the other party's prayer is still coming in: "Please give me a helping hand and bring us out of the twisted time, the supreme, great Lord of Frost, your humble believers pray to you..."

"I heard it, I heard it..."

Silently muttering a few words, Tavernar moved Zoya's consciousness in the connection constructed by mysticism.

"it is good."

Zoya's back shook, and a distant cloud suddenly condensed in front of her eyes with her eyes closed. Behind the cloud, there seemed to be a vast starry sky, but it was covered by the fog and only fragmentary starlight was revealed from the weak spots.

And in the deepest part of the dark night sky inlaid with Starlight Island, there is something more indescribable. She obviously didn't see anything, but she felt a deep-seated fear.

Uncontrollably showing a frightened expression, Zoya was already mentally prepared for the failure of the ceremony, but she never thought that the success of the ceremony made her even more at a loss.

It's as if you bought a gun from a toy dealer, thought it was a model toy at first, tried it casually, and didn't expect it to be real.

Just when Zoya was trembling and didn't know how to respond next, the vision in front of her eyes dissipated like smoke and returned to darkness.

This was a symbol of the departure of the object of her prayer. Zoya swallowed her saliva, tried to stabilize her mind, and completed the ending of the ceremony.Only then did she open her eyes, and leaned against the foot of the bed beside her as if she had collapsed. ap.

After thinking about it, she fell into a daze a little bit, no, wasn't she praying to the Queen of Ice, but it was obviously not Her Majesty who answered her.

It's completely different from the portrait of the queen I've seen in books!

It's broken, I'm afraid I'm being targeted by some demon gods.

Just like the Lord of Eternal Dreamland who came to Alexei's house many years ago.

"There's good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?" Zoya turned around with a sigh.

There was no one behind her.

"What about people?"

The return of Tavenal and the departure of Yamon are actually a matter of front and back, and the time interval is not long.

At this moment, on the lower deck of the cabin, half of Ivan's face was almost covered with black blood vessels. The shape of his right arm was normal but his skin was dark and shiny.

Now Ivan looks like the kind of monster that would crawl under a child's bed in the dark.

His lips moved, and he kept chanting the mantra in a low voice.

tread, tread, tread—

In the quiet warehouse, every tiny sound will be amplified infinitely.

Someone has come here and is walking this way.

Ivan's expression changed. He didn't let go of his crossed hands, but turned his head in the direction of the sound, and looked straight at the past as confirmation.

"It's you, where is Zoya?"

Ivan seemed relieved.

The silver-haired girl stopped a dozen steps away from him, didn't answer his question, just looked over, her eyes gliding over his face and right arm.

"Did it scare you?" Ivan smiled. "It's really not good-looking. I also had nightmares for nearly a year when I watched it for the first time."

The girl still didn't respond, her gaze continued to wander, sweeping across the scarlet magic circle under Ivan's feet, and the corpses.

"Mengmeng, can you come over and help me? I can't stand up anymore." Ivan continued to smile, and stretched out his normal left hand to the girl.

The girl came towards him.