Chapter 198 Gao Weier's Fall (I)

Thursday's dawn rose as usual, just like every other day.

The rising of the sun and the setting of the moon are the eternal laws of nature, an order that is more just than justice - after all, the dawn may be late, but it will never be absent.

Adrian Rosen is an ordinary resident of Ilkesmouth.

Just like other townspeople, he also lost his loved ones and relatives in the disaster eighteen years ago.

Now I live in confusion every day just to wait for the arrival of the next batch of foreign cultists, so that I can use my last remaining strength to wash away the resentment in my heart with violence and blood.

Rosen was lucky - this time these foreigners, who had not been seen since following Sebastian to the hotel, actually dared to come to his door and walked into his home as if they had thrown themselves into a trap.

Rosen was unlucky - when a stranger broke into his home, he was immersed in an illusory dream and met his wife and children again. Before he could react, he was already infiltrated into the dream by the cultist who was best at playing with the light in his skull. , digging out all the secrets he had hidden deep in his heart.

But he was still unaware of it. He just thought that the dazzling light he saw in his dream was really the incarnation of the great Christ. He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground devoutly and kowtow over and over again... He could actually feel the kowtow on his forehead. The pain I felt when I hit the ground seemed like it was not a dream, but a test from God!

If he had a one in 10,000 chance of breaking free from the shackles of the dream and opening his eyes.

You will see the faint light of dawn seeping through the curtains. Although it is not enough to completely drive away the darkness in the bedroom, you can vaguely see a slender figure sitting at the head of your bed. There were two other adult male shadows surrounding the bed.

That tall body just blocked the thin morning sun reflected in the window, causing a deep and cold shadow to gradually spread onto his bed, just as darkness and despair had completely captured Rosen.

Melanie slowly opened her eyes. The ruthless brilliance in her eyes that had almost condensed into substance was already as weak as a candle flame that could be extinguished at any time. Even her face was full of tiredness - even this A second-level esoteric cultist can show such a tired expression, which shows how difficult it is for mortals to control dreams.

The captain of the Crossroads Order's expedition team slowly exhaled, shook his head regretfully, and said in a deep voice: "This is the last town resident who helped rebuild the Cowell Hotel, but his memory is still there. Like others - there is no memory of the location of the library, and there is also a continuous high degree of repetition in the memory of that period. "

"Obviously, their real memories of building the Cowell Hotel have been forcibly discarded and forgotten by the hotel owner using the power of the moth, so their brains instinctively copy nearby similar memories to fill this gap."

Watson looked at the middle-aged man who showed a happy smile in his sleep. Knowing that this man was completely immersed in Melanie's fictional dream, there was no need to worry about waking him up, so he directly said: "Then what happens next?" We can only calmly wait for the arrival of the support team. There are less than two days left before the tsunami predicted by the leader, and today is our last chance to rest. "

"According to the time of our arrival, as long as there is no accident on the way, the support team should arrive at the entrance of the town at midnight tonight."

"Then we only have two time periods left, tonight and tomorrow, to spread the influence of the secret message."

"I personally suggest that we'd better launch an attack before Saturday's tsunami arrives. It is currently known that the owner of the Gowell Hotel is likely to be the secret messenger of the moth phase, and there is also an enlightenment hidden behind him. Phaser - I once read in ancient books that night is the best cover for the Mothman, so we'd better avoid conflicts with the Gowell Hotel at night."

"And the clear weather during the day is more suitable for me to do long-range sniping... So I suggest that we launch an attack directly tomorrow afternoon. What do you think, Ms. Melanie?"

Melanie just waved her hand slightly tiredly and replied feebly: "We'll discuss the specific details of the operation after the support team arrives... I'm a little sleepy now and need to take a good rest first. This house should be It’s relatively safe, so I’ll ask John Lido and you two to take turns on duty during the day. I must have a good sleep to regain my energy before I can continue to penetrate the townspeople’s skulls with light and sow the seeds of restlessness tonight.”

Watson and Lido looked at each other, then nodded together and said, "Yes, we understand. Ms. Melanie, please rest first. The two of us are on guard downstairs."

"Yeah." After Melanie finished speaking, she yawned and went to the next room to sleep.

Watson and Lido had been sitting quietly in the living room on the first floor. In order to prevent other unrelated people from noticing what was going on in the house, they lit the fire in the fireplace even if they were not afraid of the severe cold, and let the smoke from the fire go straight along the fireplace pipe. Rising to the sky, other neighboring townspeople would not be surprised why there was no smoke coming from the Rosen family in such a cold weather. Could it be that something had happened? !

At the same time, some of the curtains were closed tightly for them, but some windows were left open to prevent others from finding out that the curtains of Rosen's house were suddenly closed and becoming suspicious, suspecting that something must have happened in Rosen's house. People things.

The three members of the Crossroads Order's pioneer expedition team stayed in the house until the sun set over the distant mountains. The darkness and silence completely submerged this remote town. Then they all walked out of the door, crossed the deserted streets, and came to the town to wait for the Order's support team.

When the arc moon rose to the top of their heads, the three people hiding in the woods on the roadside finally heard four surging heartbeats entering the range of their heart perception. They all looked up at the narrow mountain road not far away.

But in fact, only Melanie, who had a clear vision due to the light, could really see the figures of the supporting members. Lido and John just looked up instinctively. It was impossible for them to see the situation in the distance in this cloudy night.

At least Melanie and Lido thought so... But they could not expect that John Watson, who had joined the Order the shortest time and had the least experience, actually had a mysterious vision beyond ordinary people, and could also easily see through the darkness and shadows a hundred meters away.

In Watson's opinion, the first of the four unfortunate "fellow believers" who came to support was a strong believer with a bulging and shiny chest tumor, as if there was hot molten lava flowing inside;

The second believer was slender like a lady, and her chest tumor was leaking a bright red viscous liquid.

The third believer was hunchbacked, but the chest tumor was beating strangely. It was not so much a heart beating, but rather a flying insect was trapped in the deformed tumor, struggling to break free from the tumor and tear the host's chest to break out.

The last believer was ordinary and had no highlights. He was of average height and weight. The chest tumor was faintly frosted like a lifelike ice sculpture. The turbid white breath on the top of the tumor seemed to be more condensed than the deep winter air on the coast.

Watson looked at the alien posture characteristics reflected by the moth's vision, and he had a clear understanding of the secret nature of these four supporters.

He thought to himself, "Melanie's lamp, my blade, Lido's inspiration, the support cast, cup, moth, winter, the common heart of the cult... except for the secret history that does not include power, the eight principles have been gathered."

One minute later, the vanguard team and the support team officially met. After a hypocritical and polite greeting, the seven people immediately got straight to the point and began to discuss the subsequent action plan.

Watson once again told his plan, and his well-reasoned statement won everyone's unanimous approval. Everyone thought it was the most appropriate plan... Then tonight is the last night before the action, which is also the last time to spread the influence.

So this night, the two teams maintained a formation that seemed to be scattered but actually well-organized, sneaking into the homes of the townspeople one after another, and burying colorful restlessness in the heads of those sleeping mortals, including the fighting spirit of the blade, the restlessness of the heart, and the madness of the moth...

A hidden cannon fodder assault force has been prepared. It will be activated directly when the sun begins to set at noon tomorrow. The church members of the cup phase will lure and guide them, and Melanie of the light phase will be responsible for the control. They will attack the Gowell Hotel on the cliff together!

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On Friday, the dawn of the morning sun has completely torn the darkness of the sky, allowing the world to temporarily escape from the cover of the night and fall into another kind of dim gloom.

The weather on this day seems to be particularly cold, and the already defeated town has become even more desolate and deserted. The streets are almost empty and there are almost no people.

But there are still some townspeople who have not suffered from the torture of the complicated influences that disturb their hearts. When they get up early in the morning and go to the street as usual, they are also very confused. Why is the street so quiet and depressed today? Is everyone curled up next to the warm fireplace at home to avoid the cold today? Oh, forget it, there are so few people today that we can't even form a card game. Let's just go home and enjoy the fireplace.

So the town of Ilkesmouth seemed to be dead today, and fell into an almost absolute silence. The gossip and laughter that used to roam the streets had disappeared without a trace.

Even the young mice, whose parents and elders had disappeared the night before and had been starving all day without food, trembled and left their holes. Following the foraging memory flowing in their blood, they came to the streets, wanting to pick up some human leftovers and garbage to fill their stomachs, but there were no people on the streets.

However, the fields that were difficult to enter in the past were rarely protected today, so they were able to feast on them, and they also tore up all the extra wind-blown radishes and moved them back to the caves. It seems that this winter can be a good year! But where did the elders of the mouse tribe go? Did they find a place full of delicious food, so we little mice abandoned it? !

Sebastian listened to the whispers of the mice at the foot of the wall. He felt that he could understand the true meaning of these squeaking sounds... but it was only a seeming. The boy leaned over the wall and eavesdropped for a long time. He always felt that he was just a little bit away from completely deciphering the meaning of the mice's words, but he was always missing a crucial factor, just like a sandwich without salt and butter. Can it still be called a sandwich? ! It's just two slices of bread with meat, eggs and vegetables!

"Oh, so annoying, why can I always understand it just a little bit away? What part am I missing, or what step am I not doing correctly?"

The more Sebastian thought about it, the more irritated he became. He couldn't help but want to eject the sharp fangs that were concealed and lurking, use the barbed saw teeth to cut open the rats' heads, lick their tiny heads, and taste the hidden contents directly. Knowledge of rat language!

The boy thought this, and the long forked tongue that had finally been closed came out of his mouth again, helping him feel the moisture and temperature in the air.

He quickly grabbed the long tongue that was twisting like a wild snake and stuffed it back into his mouth, gritting his teeth and not letting the tongue come out - Brother John trained me for a long time the day before yesterday, and he suppressed my original appearance for the time being. Disguised as a mortal.

Brother John said that my appearance would scare the ignorant ordinary people outside. They have never seen the most real, beautiful and bright side of this world. Their thinking and seeing will always be limited to the bottom of the well, and they will never be able to appreciate it in their lifetime. The mystery of the infinite universe.

Sebastian thinks what Brother John said makes sense, and he really wants to travel and explore the outside world - he doesn't want all the passers-by he sees along the way to look at him in surprise and panic - He doesn't want to expose the fact that he is a country boy, that will make him feel very uncomfortable, and he will definitely want to eat those guys away

But Brother John also said that other ordinary people are afraid of us lucky ones who have powerful power and have seen the true face of the world, so they will try their best to destroy us - Sebastian, if you really want to leave the little To go to the outside world, you must learn to hide yourself. You must know that even moths must hide under the protection of cocoons before they become adults, let alone us?

Therefore, the young man had to endure the pain and discomfort in his heart, forcefully stuffing his real pupils back into the depths of his eye sockets, hiding his sharp fangs back into his bones, and even biting off the sharp claw tips one by one. , swallow it into the stomach and hide it.

"But why hasn't Brother John come back? When he left the day before yesterday, he clearly told me that a special event would happen on Friday. I might also be able to take the opportunity to get rid of my grandfather's control by then, but the specific content will have to wait until Friday. You can tell me that day... But how can he tell me if he doesn’t come back?”

The young man thought this way, and used his nails that had grown sharp edges to pick at the rat flesh fibers between his teeth. The unreasonable intuition in his head suddenly buzzed again, and he sensed it in the dark. There seemed to be some familiar feeling vibrating in the house not far away, attracting me to go and find out.

Sebastian closed his eyes, carefully felt the specific location of the intuitive cheer, matched it one by one with the map in his mind, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"That... seems to be Uncle Nack's home, right?"