Chapter 198 What is Fear

  The vocabulary in the memory of the past is mentioned again, as if it has once again arrived in the world through the memory.

  Lorenzo looked at everyone, his eyes solemn and cold.

  As if language has magical powers, along with Lorenzo’s softly speaking, unknown powers slowly breed in places where the fire can’t shine.

  "It took us a few days to reach the town. They claim to be a valley town. Due to the inconvenient transportation and the strange fog, the locals have a strange feeling of sickness."

"The entire Valley Town has a very strange color, and according to the postman, there have been several very horrible murders... Actually, it can no longer be described as a murder. After all, it is difficult for people to do them. "

   "Those?" Kestrel asked, seemingly fascinated.

   "Very cruel torture, even like a sacrifice ceremony of a strange religion."

  Lorenzo said slowly.

"Humans have certain protection measures for the same kind. When you kill a human, you will instinctively feel a little disgusted, let alone do more cruel things, unless you are not a normal person, or have gone through Cold training."

   "Our arrival did not attract anyone's attention, and even said that the local residents seemed to take the initiative to pretend not to see us. We finally arrived at the church in Valley Town, where the priests took us to the scenes of the murders."

"We saw the cruel scene there. The human body was suspended, divided and slaughtered, and this is not the same as venting anger, or venting some disgusting happiness. The perpetrators have a very purpose. Carrying out the slaughter is like a slaughterhouse, specifically picking the necessary parts and cutting."

  Lorenzo continued.

"This is far more weird than the mission I have experienced before. If ordinary people encounter a monster, their injuries are usually biting and gnawing, but this time is different. This mission is as weird as a monster, but the'monster' But there is a clear sense, not to mention that we can't feel any erosion at the crime scene."

   is obviously text without a specific image, but after pouring into the ears, the Kestrel and others felt the same nausea, as if something was squirming in the stomach, and blood was surging in the old air.

   "Then it is inferred that the assailant is a human, right." Robin said, without erosion, it seemed that the incident had nothing to do with the monster.

  But Lorenzo did not answer directly, but instead answered.

  "This is the weirdness of this mission. In fact, from the perspective of the bystander, all of this is full of loopholes, but when you are really at this time...you will be lost, even the demon hunter."

  He still did not name the mysterious truth, the atmosphere gradually became suspicious, and the unknown story echoed around the four.

"At that time, there were several doubts. We did not know the purpose of the perpetrator, nor the connection between the dead. Of course, the most important thing was why the priest did not report to the church, but was brought by an almost crazy postman. Information."

   "After a short meeting, our team temporarily linked the incident to the cult sacrifice, and gradually investigated it as taught by the cult."

  "Cult sacrifice?" Joey obviously didn't expect this to be a suspicion. "There will be such a existence under the rule of the church?"

   "Of course, these things can't be killed no matter how they are killed. The several Eastern campaigns in history have only severely damaged them... It's really strange, as if someone was supporting them."

  Lorenzo explained.

   "The existence of a cult is not weird. To be precise, in the eyes of the church, except for itself, all other sects are cults."

"The ruler needs faith to deceive the ignorant, so sacrifice is the best way to communicate with the illusory god, and in the sect's information, this kind of cruel torture and removal of specific parts are most likely to be Some kind of sacrificial material."

  Lorenzo changed his position, and he looked at everyone.

   "This kind of inference should be something that you should also have to eliminate the organs."

  Joy nodded at this. As a modern secret department, many parts of the cleansing agency are not as mysterious as the Hunting Demon Order.

   "With ideas, everyone can act. After all, we are demon hunters. Cultists are much gentler than demons, but we did not take it lightly at the time, because many cults are actually related to demons."

   "It's like someone accidentally saw a monster and was eroded, and then he began to demonize, but at this stage, he still maintains his sense, and demonizes it as a kind of ‘miracle’ to confuse others."

  Lorenzo tells these classic cases that can be called ‘textbooks’.

   "The result is a large-scale monster outbreak, fortunately every time it was eradicated by the hunter in time."

   "In other words, in the valley town at that time, there was a high probability that there was a cultist, or even a demon who was regarded as a miracle."

  "The team returned to the church after leaving the scene of the crime. Before we can figure this out, we must first know why the priests did not report this situation."

   "But when we were walking down the street, weird things happened."

  Lorenzo became serious.

   "The whole valley town...has changed."

  "The foggy sky became completely gray, and there was no one on the street, and there was no sound, as if there were only three of us left in the whole world.

  There is no other light source except the gray light radiating from the sky. "

  Dark and weird, the obscure unknown lurks in the old town, watching everyone in the shadowy corner.

  Unconsciously, the atmosphere became tense, with a color of fear.

  "Isn't this a horror story you specially made up?" Kestrel asked questioningly. After all, with the great detective's evil taste, this is not impossible.

  Lorenzo shook his head with contempt in his eyes.

  "Kestrel, what do you think is fear? Or what is the definition of fear?"

"Fear?"

  Kestrel was dumb. He tried to think about the definition of fear, but found that when he really had to be very rational to describe this common word, it became very difficult.

"Yes, this is a kind of human negligence, just like everyone enjoys the convenience of the steam engine but does not think about the principle of the steam engine. Everyone is accustomed to the existence of fear, but does not consider where the fear comes. ."

  There was a weird light flashing in those gray-blue eyes. I have to admit that when this great detective tells a story...or starts to exert his thoughts on others, they can clearly feel the weird power.

  "Fear is precisely a state of mental activity, a strong negative psychological state brought about by uncontrollable, unpredictable, and unpredictable factors around the body."

  "And this is not only a psychological effect, it will affect our physiology."

  Lorenzo suddenly realized something and connected the two things together, and he said faster and faster.

  "From your consciousness to your body."

  Lorenzo looked at them, with a slight smile, "I think everyone feels this deeply, right."

  "Feeling the beginning of fear, the human body enters a state of emergency, a large amount of adrenaline is released, breathing becomes heavy and faster, heartbeat frequency increases, blood circulation accelerates, and blood supply to muscles increases to provide more strength and speed.

  The pupils are dilated to receive more light; the brain releases dopamine substances, and the mind is highly concentrated to speed up reaction and judgment..."

  He paused suddenly and said solemnly.

  "But this...is so similar to the erosion of us by demons, it spreads from consciousness to the body."

  It seems as if there is a big bell groaning in peace, hitting ordinary people's thinking hard. Perhaps they didn't realize that their breathing was accelerating and deepening, and their pupils dilated slightly.

  It was silent for a long time before Joey said slowly.

   "Lorenzo...Actually, you might be more suitable to be a cult leader than a detective witcher."

  "This is natural. After all, before becoming a demon hunter, I have to become a priest. Although it is a formality, I feel that my talent as a priest is superb."

  He was flying with joy, not paying attention to Joey's words.

   "But, don't care about this, just treat it as a person's random thinking, after all, I am an overthinking person..."

  Although he said so, there were complicated and strange emotions in those gray-blue eyes.

   "Then going back to the Uncanny Valley mission, when we stood on the streets with no one, we all felt the weird feeling, the feeling of fear, just like erosion, it captured us."

  "This aroused our vigilance, and then returned to the church according to the original plan."

  The memory gradually became clear. In that gray world, the church was like a black silhouette in a gray world, and its towering spire was like a lance.

"We thought we would encounter something weird on the road, but there was nothing... In fact, this kind of quietness is disturbing. If there are hundreds of demons on their way back, it may be more than calm. Comfortable."

   "After all, when the demon appears, the emotion of fear has a substance, and as long as there is a substance, it can be killed by the nail sword."

  Lorenzo said viciously.

   "But obviously, the monster hidden under the gray fog is more complicated than we thought. It does not face us directly, but frightens us from various angles."

  At the gray end, the heavy door of the church was pushed open, turbulent blood rushed toward his face, and the holy priest fell into a pool of blood with a pious face.

  The trembling mist enveloped the young demon hunters. They were at a loss. They clung to the nail sword and possessed the power of breaking steel, but when the enemy became nothingness, this also seemed weak.

   "The priest died, but not homicide, but suicide."

  Lorenzo recalled the terrible scene and said lightly.

   "He sacrificed himself."

   seemed like an obscure spell, and there was a violent wind surging outside the window.

   "Sacrifice... myself?"

  Robin's voice seemed a bit heavy, Lorenzo nodded, and then said.

  "To the unknown you, offer everything I have, please shelter this island in the dark."

  It was the words engraved on the church benches, stained with blood, which seemed to be the last words of the priest during his lifetime.

   "We should have thought of this long ago. The reason why the church did not report is because they have become part of that mysterious cult."

  The atmosphere has never solidified before.

   "The holy priest has fallen."

  His voice is also a bit scary. Lorenzo has no idea how long he has fallen, and when the weirdness in the valley town began.

   "We stepped into a trap. Everyone in the entire valley town is an enemy."

  The surging mist swallowed everything, and the blood slowly flowed on the floor, and finally overflowed under Lorenzo's feet.

  The blood that hasn't dried up portrays a weird and cumbersome figure, and the priest falls in it, with a face of piety, that abandonment of the gods, and piety to the darkness.

The entire castle shattered, and the four of them sat firmly in the chaotic gust of wind, and then the white stone bricks rose from the ground, they were piled up, and finally a warm candle was lit, like a sea wave. The wind is swaying.

  Memory and reality overlap.

  Immersive.

It seemed that four people were sitting on the bench. The holy idol rose from the fire in the fireplace, and the blood flowed from its eye sockets, seeming to be staring at the people who are looking back on all this from the future, waiting. Follow their prayers.

  The detective stood up slowly, stroking the pale golden idol lightly, but then blood ran down from it, staining his hands.

  A long time ago, in the church deep in the memory, the headed demon hunter slowly turned his head and looked at the other two, with vigilance and unbearable panic on some of his immature cheeks.

   "Here... is a trap."

  042 said.

Then a noisy sound came from outside the church, and a trembling strange feeling came from the gray mist. Dark silhouettes stood up in it, and the sick residents held high torches and randomly combined with iron wire and broken wood. Cross.

  It was the fear deep in the memory, the pale face was smeared with blood with strange symbols, and the broken limbs of the corpse were lifted high.

  It was also at that moment that Lorenzo suddenly understood why the dead had no signs of resisting during their lifetime...This was sacrifice, sacrifice after sacrifice, toward the unknown existence.

  The entire valley town is a huge altar, and the escaped postman may have been one of the sacrifices.

   Their faces are twisted and hideous, cheering and screaming.

   "No, no, no..."

  042 looked at all this in disbelief, then he roared.

   "Come back! 016!"

Hearing 042's roar, 016, who was standing at the door, slowed down. She leaned in quickly. The three demon hunters pulled out their nails and watched vigilantly at the frantic crowd outside the church, followed by burning. Throwing objects were thrown into the church, one after another.

  In a blink of an eye, everything burst into flames.

  Until they approached, the demon hunters could not see their faces clearly. They were masks, abominable masks carved from human skin and bones, and they leaped forward like a surging wave.

  (End of this chapter)