Chapter 263 Interesting Coincidence

But if a nocturnal moth happened to pass through the sky just now and happened to eavesdrop on the ancient language of the strange skinny bird that was shedding its skin, the beak of the strange skinny bird was slightly moving.

Then it would be able to detect that this weak and immature fellow was laughing wildly.

"Hahaha, fun, fun, fun!!!"

The strange skinny bird threw away the crow skin it had taken temporarily, not just because the purpose of disguise had been achieved.

More importantly, when the female detective realized that she had been deceived, it seemed to have received feedback from the power of the principle. The flesh and blood seemed to flow with mottled brilliance that was difficult to observe with the naked eye. The muscles seemed to have expanded a little, and seemed to be leaner and stronger. The rotten black skin color was also getting deeper and darker, as if the rough dark side absorbed all visible light.

However, the strange bird was still thin.

Although it looks like a malnourished fledgling, not even a feather has grown out, and a deformed and huge strange eyeball grows on its shriveled head like a shriveled grape.

But after the boneless flesh wings are fully stretched out, the flesh wings extend like a thin membrane, as transparent as the scales of insects, and the dazzling and complex wing veins can be vaguely seen inside, like the blood-stained road of a tree, and like the mottled ink splashed by a mad painter when he was sick.

It makes people feel extremely dizzy at first glance, and the stomach seems to be churning. Along with the feeling of nausea and vomiting, there is also some kind of uncontrollable hateful emotion. The more you look at it, the more you feel that your head is swollen. You can't help but want to clench your fists and crack your head so that the whispers that are reverberating in your skull can flow out smoothly.

The fully extended flesh wings can reach a wingspan of six feet (182cm), almost comparable to the ferocious golden eagle... However, it is a hundred times more dangerous than the flat-haired beast.

The black pupil in the strange bird's single eye was jumping around, just like the route it flapped its wings to fly, there was no track to follow, even the howling cold wind in the sky could not predict its flying route... It seemed to be a truly free creature, soaring above the night sky, penetrating the dark and dirty clouds, allowing the cold arc moon glow to penetrate the film-like flesh wings.

It quickly locked its target and swooped down, rushing straight towards the Crossroads Hospital, which was located on the edge of the city like an isolated island... But when it was about to hit a dark and scarlet heart-like room on the top floor of the hospital in three seconds, it immediately turned around, flapped its wings vigorously to stop the fall, and flew towards the river bay further behind.

The strange bird flew rapidly along the winding and turbulent river. In the blink of an eye, it had rushed 30 yards against the wind and soon arrived at a hidden river bend.

The river bank here was also nine feet high, but it was not as steep as the river bank behind the dormitory building of the Crossroads Hospital. There were also some slight protrusions on the cliff that allowed thrill seekers to climb - as long as those who were looking for strange things did not worry about accidentally falling into the rapids below and being completely submerged by the rapids before they shouted for help.

But at this moment, on this dark cliff that could not be illuminated by the thin moonlight, in the dense shadows that could not be dissolved, there was actually a fearless person who was trying to challenge the limits of life.

This fearless guy had an extremely strange climbing posture, his belly seemed to be tightly attached to the cliff, and he was really like a flexible gecko crawling quickly on the slightly protruding cliff.

This person even carried a bundle of curly quilts on his back, which seemed to wrap a petite figure, with only a strangely pale head exposed, but his eyes were covered with black cloth strips, and his ears seemed to be filled with cotton.

The snow-white hair was dancing up and down as the climber moved rapidly... but it seemed that the hair seemed a little sparse and uneven, as if it was a test product of a barber with rusty skills, with some hair long in the east and some short in the west.

But even with this heavy cotton roll on his back, the climber's figure was unusually stable. Every step seemed to be just moving forward at will, but in fact... he was really just crawling forward at will!

He didn't care whether the next step was supported by a protruding stone tip, just moving casually, as if gravity could no longer do anything to him. Every time he moved, his body was firmly attached to the cliff, and there was no tendency to lose balance and fall into the river.

But if the eyes of a living being can penetrate the thick shadows on the river bank, they will find that the ten fingers of the strange climber seem to be particularly deformed, as if they are a pair of sharp steel claws. The sharp fingertips are like tough steel. Just a slight grasp and a buckle can firmly penetrate into the hard stone wall... This is why this person can climb so easily and casually.

The strange thin bird folded its stretched fleshy wings, reduced the frequency of wing flapping, quietly fell towards the dark shadow below, and slowly stood on the shoulder of the strange climber.

The climber stopped his movements slightly, and he quickly turned his head 100 times, looking directly at the strange bird standing on his shoulder. The two horns that emerged from the chewing muscles were like fangs, opening and closing, and the hard bones collided with each other and burst out with a strange crackling sound.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack?" He seemed to be asking something.

The strange bird did not reply, but nodded slightly. The mottled spirituality inside its round eyeball seemed to suddenly dim, like a corpse that had not closed its eyes... This abnormality lasted only three seconds, and the dark pupils began to roll again. Most of the spirituality and power flowed back into the skinny bird body, and the shriveled flesh and blood seemed to be slightly filled up.

The boy with strange black pupils and ferocious fangs asked again: "Crack, crack, crack, crack?"

The strange bird finally replied, "Crack!"

The boy's muscles tightened again when he heard this precise and accurate reply. He immediately increased the speed of climbing and moved quickly on the cliff, climbing towards the direction closer to the dormitory building of the Crossroads Hospital.

The strange bird stood steadily on the boy's shoulder. Even though the mount below was shaking more and more as the speed increased, the white hair bound in the cotton roll seemed to begin to dance enthusiastically.

The boy with the deformed face was moving fast along the river bank. He was only one step away from the top of the river bank, but he never climbed up. Instead, he chose to lurk in the shadow of the river bank. He was just at the lower edge of the river bank, and the hospital building on the river bank and the telescopes farther away could not see the angle.

He was always wandering on the edge of the perception range of the two forces on the field, waiting for his father to return.

When he knew that there was only one minute left before his father's next plan, the boy immediately sped up and came to a place under the river bank cliff where he had already scouted and determined the best suitable distance. He counted down silently in his heart... Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five -

When there were only five seconds left in the boy's countdown, his father's claws suddenly grabbed his shoulders, and the sharp hooked claws seemed to be deeply outlined into his flesh and blood... Scared to do it now?

Did he have no time to think about whether he had miscalculated? ! He hurriedly untied the restraint belt around his waist, and the cotton roll immediately rolled down, almost falling into the water, but there was still a strong rope tied to the cotton roll, and the other end was wrapped in the boy's hand.

The boy inserted his right hand deeply into the stone wall, and all the casting power he had just absorbed was infused into his right arm, making the muscles further strengthened and hardened, like an indestructible rock climbing nail firmly piercing the stone wall.

Then he suddenly raised his hand and threw the hanging cotton roll forward. The five-yard-long rope was stretched straight under the force, and the cotton roll was thrown to a position further forward... and this position was already within the telepathic perception range of the Crossroads leader.

Winfreys Morgan was working at his desk in the dean's office. His brain suddenly beat violently, and his hand, which was writing furiously, was even more stiff in the air.

It was because within his telepathic perception range, a very familiar, blood-related, but weak heartbeat rhythm suddenly appeared!

"Anna?!"

The cult leader, who always showed a calm image in front of the believers, stood up suddenly and instinctively looked in the direction of the telepathic perception - that was the river bank behind the hospital.

But when he concentrated his energy in disbelief and tried his best to sense the rhythm of the heartbeat in that direction, he could no longer find Anna's heartbeat, as if the familiar heartbeat that just flashed by was just an illusion of his recent overwork.

"Is it really just my momentary illusion..."

"Or did Anna really appear?"

Winfres murmured to himself, but he never believed that there would be accidental and unprovoked illusions in this world controlled by Si Chen - everything is under Si Chen's control.

He immediately calmed down and gathered the spreading telepathic perception, and turned to focus on extending to the range where Anna's heartbeat just resounded.

Although the speed of the heart rhythm is far less than the speed of the light, it is also much faster than the speed of any mortal... Unless Anna is riding a high-speed train on a winding river, it is impossible to escape the perception of the heart!

But when his heart rhythm is moving rapidly towards the river bank at a speed of 30 yards per second, the objects he hits along the way are absolutely silent dead objects. Even when the heart sensing range extends to a fan-shaped range of up to 1,000 yards, he cannot detect any suspicious heart rhythm, only those fish hiding under the riverbed and shivering.

Wen Fres slowly retracted the divergent heart perception and wondered: "Is it really just my illusion?"

At this time, on the stone wall of the river bank in the distance, the cotton roll has returned to the back of the deformed-faced boy, and the weird thin bird is now lying on the cotton roll, with its skin-thin wings spread out as much as possible, like a dark net tightly wrapping the boy and the cotton roll.

A viscous black and white liquid was faintly flowing in the veins of the fleshy wings. It was a mottled and changing color of confusion, falsehood, and deception.

It was a camouflage color that could not be seen through by Winfrey's telepathic perception, just like the mimicry evolved by insects to adapt to dangerous environments.

When Winfrey limited his telepathic perception range in order to track down Anna's traces, he also temporarily lost the surveillance in the hospital... At that time, the arrogant Nello Bacchus had just received a glass of fine whiskey from the humble John Watson.

This may be a coincidence, or it may be a long-planned necessity.