Chapter 197: Dream of the Lamp

"Yes, I also participated in the investigation of the scene. My reasoning is the same as Ms. Melanie's. The Khalsa believers should have been attacked by two unknown persons."

"Yes, at least one of the pair of attackers is a secret messenger who has the power of enlightenment, and his strength must be extremely high. This forced the Khalsa cult members to immediately sacrifice their tongues and perform the "Eternal Death" the moment they met. The trick.”

"Yes, I understand. From now on, we will unite to advance and retreat together. As the only blade user on this trip, I will also be responsible for protecting everyone."

Watson stopped beating the drum head, turned around and handed the human skin drum back to Ms. Melanie's hand. The vibration of the drum head was a message that everyone present could feel, and he did not need to relay it. The other two church members He already knew what the leader meant.

"The expedition continues, but the three of you will take cover temporarily. The support team will set sail tonight."

"Lido and John are responsible for protecting Melanie, and you, Melanie, are responsible for taking advantage of these last three nights to sneak into the dreams of the townspeople to dig out clues to the library, and to absorb the light from the skulls of those who have lost their dreams. Manipulate them to attack the Cowell Hotel on the final day."

"At that time, John, you will be responsible for sniping at the owner of the Cowell Hotel from a distance, while the others will continue to create chaos in the town, lure and manipulate the townspeople to act as the vanguard, and wait for the opportunity to harvest the Cowell Hotel."

"If you still can't find the location of the library, then you can directly capture the employees of the Cowell Hotel and ask for the specific location... If they still resist stubbornly and refuse to reveal the details, then kill them all! I guess their corpses are also good material.”

After receiving such an order from the leader, the remaining three members of the Crossroads Order's expedition team could only stay in the small town of Ilkesmouth, waiting for the arrival of the follow-up support team.

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There is still some time before dawn rises, and the sky and the earth are pure darkness.

At such a moment, most people are still asleep, in which they reunite with their long-dead relatives, and the same is true for Chesson Roy.

He has reached the worried middle age, and he lives alone at home. Whenever he looks at the desolate and cold courtyard of his home, he will unconsciously recall the scene eighteen years ago.

At that time, my beloved Shana and cute little Rosen were still alive. Little Rosen, who was only eight years old, inherited his wife's beautiful big eyes, cute freckles and lively temperament. He loved running around in the yard the most. He ran and sat on the swing he made by hand, swinging back and forth. His laughter, as clear as silver bells, echoed in the yard, making the flowers and plants planted by his wife dance along with them... At that time, the Rosen family The courtyard is beautiful and lively, instead of being overgrown with weeds and looking like a wild grave.

Rosen also came to his son's favorite swing again before going to bed tonight. He curled up lonely on the swing and cried bitterly. The awakening of longing once again overwhelmed him, so that when he fell asleep at night, he returned to the place in his memory again. In the courtyard, I heard my son’s laughter again.

"Hahaha, Dad, please work harder! Help me push the swing higher!"

When Rosen heard his son's request, he turned to look at his wife who was sitting on the lounge chair at the door knitting a sweater as if asking for permission, and asked with his eyes: "Is that okay?"

Although Shana was also worried that swinging too high on the swing might be dangerous, perhaps in order not to disturb her son's interest, she smiled and nodded slightly.

After getting his wife's consent, Rosen reached out to put on the swing seat and pushed forward with all his strength, making the swing almost vertical to the ground.

The young child on the swing also clapped his hands with satisfaction and said with laughter: "Hahaha, it's so high to swing, it's so fun! Dad, push harder and get higher!"

Rosen smiled lovingly when he saw his son's smile. He pushed hard again, but forgot to control the strength on his hands. The swing flew forward unsteadily, almost rising into the sky!

And his son was thrown out because of this, and fell on the lawn with a thud, but he didn't cry or make a fuss, and didn't even make the slightest sound!

Rosen felt as if something had broken in his heart. He ran out in panic, shouting, "Little Rosen, are you okay?" !

However, when he came to his motionless son and knelt down, he saw a wisp of bright red blood slowly flowing out from under his son, turning the green lawn into scarlet... Rosen suddenly felt an unknown feeling in his heart. It was a premonition, but he felt that the scene in front of him was so familiar, as if he had experienced such a scene in the past!

He tremblingly turned his son's thin body over, and what he saw was an immature face with bleeding from all the orifices. The big eyes inherited from his wife were staring at him, as if he had endless thoughts. I want to express my resentment and hatred!

The voices of his son and his wife also sounded in Rosen's ears at the same time.

"Dad, why didn't you save me? Why did you leave me and mom at home? Why didn't you stay with us?!"

"Rosen, why did you leave us? Didn't we promise that our family would be in order? Why are you still living and refusing to come and accompany us?!!"

Rosen looked back in horror and saw that his wife Shana, who was sitting on the recliner knitting a new sweater for the winter, had died at some point!

She fell stiffly on the recliner, her pale face covered with bright red and dazzling blood, and there was still a steady stream of blood gushing out of his wife's eyes, nostrils, mouth and ear holes, painting the entire courtyard with scarlet colors.

The originally clear sky quickly dimmed, and the dark clouds that swept over were so heavy and depressing that even the dripping rain was bright blood red. The big trees in the courtyard withered immediately, and under the surging blood rain, pieces of yellow leaves fell down.

Everything in the field of vision seemed to be captured by the dead and cold gray, except for the shocking bright red color.

The rising sea of ​​blood had already submerged Rosen's knees. He held his son's body in his arms and struggled to rush to the floating body of his wife that was about to be washed away by the surging blood waves.

"No, no, no!"

"Shana! Don't leave me!!!"

The middle-aged man who lost his wife and children once again relived the grief of the past in his dream. He knelt down in the sea of ​​blood in despair, thinking that he would let the cold blood completely drown him, and let him go with Shana and little Rosen!

When he screamed at the gray sky with his heart broken, the gloomy clouds suddenly broke open a big hole, and the dazzling light penetrated the layers of clouds like a sharp sword, projected on Rosen's body, dispelling the cold and evaporating the blood for him, and he was able to see the bodies of his wife and children who were almost flowing away with the sea of ​​blood.

A deafening sound like thunder came from the light hole in the sky. It must be the cry of God!

"Adrian Rosen, do you want to resurrect your wife and son?"

Rosen kowtowed to the sky desperately, crying and shouting: "Yes, great God! Please save my wife and son, they are all kind people!!!"

"I agree to your request, but you also need to pay a certain price."

"I am willing to pay any price, even my life!"

"Then... give me your memory of participating in the repair of the Gaowell Hotel!"