Chapter 1487 The True Identity of the Pursuer
As Alex had guessed, Mrs. Connie did not tell anyone. After returning from the church, she immediately packed a bag and left the deserted home.
Mrs. Connie walked towards the outside of Gust Town.
She was a little confused at first, stumbling along the way and walking very slowly. It was not until the sun set, when the velvety night covered the sky, and the sound of rolling water came to her ears, that Mrs. Connie raised her head from her trance.
She only then noticed that she had left Gust Town far away in a trance and was now at the river.
Not far ahead was the stone bridge where her son's head was found.
When she saw the stone bridge, Mrs. Connie's eyes were instantly filled with tears. She took two steps at a time and ran towards the stone bridge quickly, with sorrow in her eyes and calling Raven's name constantly.
At this moment, behind a big tree a hundred meters away from Mrs. Connie, Alex watched this scene calmly.
"Although I don't know whether this cage is real or fake, at least Mrs. Connie's feelings for her son are real." The speaker was Angel, who floated behind Alex, looking at the affectionate scene in the distance, and whispered: "Can you bear to send her into the abyss like this?"
"What I did was just to tell Mrs. Connie part of the truth." Alex's eyes were calm, but there were slight ripples in his heart. Looking at the scene in front of him, he seemed to see a certain memory picture, in which there was a vague figure, slowly turning his head in the depths of his memory.
However, no matter what Alex did, he couldn't see the face of the figure.
"If I wasn't in the cage, do you think what I said to Mrs. Connie would hurt people?" Alex asked himself and answered: "No. So, it's not my fault, it's in this cage."
Alex said the cruel words calmly and calmly.
Angel raised his eyebrows: At first glance, these words seem to make sense, but if you look closely, you will find that Alex has changed the concept.
Angel did not correct him, and he believed that even if he did, Alex would at most say, "Oh, I see." He would just perfunctorily answer you, but he would still do what he should do behind your back, just like he did to Father Burrenlang.
Most importantly, Angel knew that Alex was not unaware, nor did he think that he was doing something wrong, and he wanted to put himself on the moral high ground he had set up.
Alex knew very well what he had done and said.
His indifference was ingrained in his bones.
This was a very unique and interesting person.
Angel felt more and more that this Alex might really be the meaning of the creation of the cage?
At this time, a cry came from afar, and Mrs. Connie knelt by the river, looking at the rope on the bridge pier, tears flowing uncontrollably.
Alex looked at the scene in the distance and suddenly said, "If the cage is the second form mentioned by Mr. Pat, and it was created by the cage owner, then are Mrs. Connie and Knight Raven really mother and son?"
"There is indeed a slight possibility that it is not." Angel said.
Alex's mouth curled up: "Then I am very curious, if all this is false, why did the person who created this cage impose these meaningless emotions on them?"
"After all, as long as there is an emotional connection, there will be variables. When the person living in the cage has the idea of leaving the cage, even if she doesn't know it, this is also a variable, so what is the purpose of clearing out these caged birds?"
To sum up, it can be said in one sentence: What is the creator of the cage doing?
When Mrs. Connie's crying slowly stopped, she stayed by the river for a long time until a cold wind blew, and Mrs. Connie shivered and woke up from her unconsciousness.
Looking at the dim night, Mrs. Connie seemed a little scared. She took out a tinder from her bag and lit the portable night light prepared in advance.
The dim light seemed to make Mrs. Connie find a trace of comfort. She slowly stood up, looking at the rope hanging on the bridge pier from a distance, and whispered: "Last wish, I will fulfill your last wish, so that you can go to the kingdom of God without regrets..."
Mrs. Connie said this, took a deep breath, her eyes became much clearer, and walked towards the bridge with a slightly firmer step than before.
Seeing that Mrs. Connie began to move forward, Alex followed from a distance.
"Mr. Pat, how far is it from the edge of the cage?"
Angel: "With Mrs. Connie's pace, it will take about an hour to get there."
Alex nodded, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He now has a doubt in his heart. In this series of murders, the deceased was killed after discovering the truth about the cage. Or was he discovered by the murderer before going to the edge of the cage?
If the latter is the answer, then it means that the murderer may have been nearby?
However, Alex and Angel both tend to the former, that the deceased was killed after discovering the truth about the cage. Perhaps the cage barrier has some mechanism, and once someone touches it, the murderer will find it.
Alex was more cautious just in case.
Time passed slowly, and Mrs. Connie had been away from the stone bridge for an hour without any accidents.
Because the main road was cut off, Mrs. Connie had actually started to cross the mountains and ridges. The dense forest at night had a terrifying atmosphere, and there were all kinds of dangerous snakes and insects. Mrs. Connie's pace was obviously much slower, so after an hour, she had not yet reached the wall of the cage.
Mrs. Connie seemed tired and found a stone pillar to rest for a while.
A few dozen meters behind Mrs. Connie, Angel slowly fell from the sky and landed next to Alex: "She is less than a hundred meters away from the wall of the cage."
Alex heard this and nodded solemnly.
Whether Mrs. Connie discovered the truth or not, it was already a little dangerous here, and the murderer could appear at any time.
Mrs. Connie only rested for a while, then she stood up and walked forward. Alex didn't dare to follow closely, and could only watch Mrs. Connie holding a lamp and walking into the depths of darkness and disappearing from a distance.
Alex waited silently.
A minute later, a shrill scream suddenly broke through the night sky.
This scream... is Mrs. Connie!
Did the murderer finally show up? Alex suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound source. At first, there was no trace, but not long after, a figure holding a night light ran towards this side in a panic.
A mountain mist blew over, and Alex smelled a faint smell of blood.
Alex was hiding in the gap between two stones at this moment. He secretly looked over and wanted to see who the murderer was. However, Mrs. Connie was still a little far away from him, and it was not clear for a while.
"Huh?" Alex suddenly heard a rustling sound from behind him. He turned his head and looked back. With the thin moonlight, he saw that Angel's brows were frowned high, as if he had discovered something.
Alex wanted to ask Angel for the details, but he didn't dare to speak at this time, worried that he would attract the attention of the murderer. He could only continue to look through the stone cracks and look to the other side.
As the smell of blood became stronger and stronger in the wind, it also meant that Mrs. Connie should be getting closer and closer to Alex's position.
The more it got to this point, the calmer Alex became. He didn't make a sound, like a wolf hunting in the dark night, silently watching for the source of blood.
A flash of light!
When the lights suddenly lit up nearby, Alex's pupils shrank, and he finally saw the murderer who was chasing Mrs. Connie.
However, when Alex saw the man, his head banged.
Why was it him? How could it be him? !
Mrs. Connie was only about 20 meters away from Alex's hiding place. Because of the undulating mountains, she didn't think about running towards Alex, but ran away quickly towards the downhill road.
With the night light that Mrs. Connie was still holding up, and the weak moonlight, it was clear. Mrs. Connie's left hand, from the elbow down, had disappeared completely. The strong smell of blood in the wind came from there.
Mrs. Connie kept panting, and the pursuer behind her was getting closer and closer to her, and her expression was filled with fear.
Suddenly, Mrs. Connie's foot slipped and she fell to the ground. The night light in her right hand also drew a parabola from midair.
When the night light fell to the ground, the faint firelight illuminated a pair of feet.
The pursuer was clearly behind her, so how could there be a pair of feet in front of her? Mrs. Connie raised her head in panic, but saw that the owner of the feet was a woman with a graceful figure but a face full of resentment.
"Yes, it's you... How could it be possible?" Mrs. Connie looked at the woman tremblingly.
At this time, the pursuer behind her also appeared in the firelight.
This was a man nearly two meters tall, wearing a black copper armor, with a knight's sword on his waist, but only the scabbard was left at this time, and the sword was held in the man's hand.
The man's face should be very handsome, but unfortunately, at this time, like the newly appeared woman, he was full of resentment and cruelty.
As the man approached step by step with the knight's sword, Mrs. Connie kept crying.
"Raven, Raven... It's my mother, don't you recognize my mother?"
Mrs. Connie's words made Angel in the distance raise his eyebrows and look at Alex. Alex nodded to him gently, confirming the man's identity.
This pursuer was the knight Raven who died tragically not long ago! He was also Mrs. Connie's only son!
...
Mrs. Connie was lying on the ground at this moment, unable to move, and could only watch her former son slowly walk forward.
On the other side, the newly appeared woman also approached Mrs. Connie with strong malice.
Mrs. Connie now felt that the world had become so strange. Why did her dead son come back to life, but he didn't recognize her and wanted to kill her? Didn't this Camelot die a year ago? Why is she still here?
And just now, when she was about to move forward, why did she hit a wall? Obviously, there was an empty space in front of her?
Why did this world suddenly become so strange?