To be honest, the disappointment brought by hearing the name is very deep, and Aldridge has already regarded 'Kimmel's Book of Answers' as a book of magic.

A book that doesn't write anything is very rogue. Aldrich rubbed his brows. He really didn't want to waste his brains two days before departure. Since the 'Ring of God' couldn't give any specific content, he didn't think about it for the time being. .

On the whole, the harvest is very big, at least the monetary harvest is enough. Unfortunately, these are all stolen goods. It is estimated that some of them were stolen from the jewelry store passing by in the morning... It takes channels and time to realize the cash. .

The most reasonable and safe way is to change the city to sell dirty.

Aldrich put the things on the ground back on the ring, and took out two buckets of blood food from the room next to the hall, and came to the vast space under the villa.

It was originally there, and it was estimated that it was used as a warehouse or something, but the old nobles hung up before they moved in, and the place was empty.

Aldrich asked a real estate agent for help, and asked someone to build a wide deep pool here, which was filled with seawater. For safety, the operation of heightening and thickening was also carried out around the pool.

It took so much effort just to keep two sea patrol yaksha reasonably, if you include the cost of regularly changing the seawater... this is really not cheap.

What a pair of losers.

Aldridge is already thinking about finding a 'spouse' for Yaksha as soon as possible.

Well, if you have one secret contract, if you sell one, it's not a loss.

A circle of gas lamps surrounds the thick walls to ensure the light here. Aldrich carried a wooden barrel, walked along the steps beside the pool to the wall, and poured two barrels of blood food into the dark water.

The water splashed, and the two ugly Yaksa swam out of the depths of the water, biting blood and eating fiercely.

Aldridge watched for a while, shivered, and came down from the edge of the pool.

He doesn't like water very much.

Especially the icy, deep and mysterious sea water, perhaps because I watched too many movies about water monsters in my previous life, every time I was at sea or by the pool, there was always a kind of unease that I would be attacked.

Even if he is already a Beyonder, this feeling will not disappear.

"Going to sea this time... can you really come back smoothly?"

Aldridge ponders this question every night, and his fear of the unknown builds up over time.

His relationship with Andrea has come to the brink of love. Eve is looking forward to being taken home. Sunderland, Dylan, and Michael are following him and looking forward to the future.

Maybe, somewhere in the world, Johnny is lying on his back, thinking about his lifelong friend.

Although there are still very few, very few, but Aldridge is owning his own world step by step, and accepting this world step by step.

When Michael fell into the abyss, he realized that he didn't want to die at all, and he didn't have the courage to die.

Aldridge does the same.

No matter how much he rejects this world in his heart, how out of place... But when he is about to go to the 'abyss', he still wants to live, even in this world where there is danger and war is approaching.

Courage, perhaps, is innate, but for Aldridge, it takes time.

...

"Ah...ah...don't come, don't come!"

Miwo's face was fat and greasy, pale and frightened, and dark circles under his eyes might be his only color.

His arms danced in resistance, and his mouth shouted words unconsciously. Even though he had shrunk in the corner of the prison, he still kicked his legs and kept trying to step back.

He was about to collapse because of the man in front of him.

He was dressed in a delicate black deacon robe, with a book-shaped badge at the neckline shining in the dim firelight, white hair, a zombie-like face, eyes that were wide open all the time, and deep scars under the corners of his eyes.

A noble and eccentric deacon of the Temple of Knowledge.

Obviously just a deacon... But in the past few days, Miwo has never seen anyone dare to disobey him.

Amo Colmado.

"Why?" Amo's eyes were very round, and his pupils were constricted like a blue dot. He tilted his head and asked with a dull expression, "You should really want to eat?"

While speaking, he threw the 'thing' he was holding with his right hand in front of Miwo, almost hitting Miwo's ankle.

It was a half-naked male corpse.

Miwo clutched his head in despair, his fingernails seemed to sink into the flesh, tears were mixed with greasy paint on his face, and he growled: "Ah! Take him! I don't want to eat! Take him!"

Amo looked at him, turned his head from tilted to the left shoulder to the right, and said dully: "You want to eat, I need you to eat too, eat him, half an hour."

Miwo is going crazy!

He is a human being, a living, knowledgeable and normal person!

How can a normal person eat people?

How can a normal person eat a corpse?

But the man in front of him made him eat 4 corpses in 4 days!

A full 4!

There are men and women, the heads, internal organs, genitals, and even reproductive organs, all of which are all eaten by him.

Miwo didn't want to know where he was anymore, because no matter where he was, it was like hell.

Why? Why do this?

Miwo understood from the curious look that occasionally flashed in Amo's dull eyes, he didn't do it for some bad taste, he just did it for research——

Study the corpse desire that keeps popping up in his mind!

Study him, a creature that is obviously human but eats corpses!

That's not perversion or anything, it's a pure sense of discovery, curiosity.

Miwo's mouth was squeaking and he was speechless. Amo had walked out of the prison little by little. He knew that this man would carry another corpse and walk into other cells.

Looking at the half male corpse in front of him, he gradually lost his mind.

"Eat him!"

"I want to eat!"

"Eat it!"

"eat!"

"eat!"

Miwo's tears have stopped~lightnovelpub.net~ Only his mouth murmured unconsciously: "Don't...don't..."

But his body was already prostrate, facing the pale corpse with a little warmth, biting down...

...

On April 3, two days before departure, Aldrich came to the administrative building of the medical school and planned to visit Dean Tang Huaisel to ask for leave for the next two classes that he could not attend.

When he came to the third floor, Aldrich met the lecturer Windsor Lang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

I haven't seen her for a long time, I thought that the influence of that incident would be eliminated at any time, and then judging from her gloomy expression, she may still be immersed in pain and unable to extricate herself.

Aldrich nodded in greeting, but received no response. She walked past him coldly, with a cold wind.

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and knocked gently on the door of the Dean's office.