Wendigo.

When I heard this word, the air in the room seemed to become icy cold.

The explorers have studied both folklore and legends, and there are almost no people involved in the mystery who do not know this concept——

Wendigo, has never been proven to exist, but a divine thing that the Northern Queer people firmly believe.

Many Northequoias claim that the Wendigo appears during the cold winter months when food is scarce.

After Wendigo arrives, it will steal people's minds and turn them into monsters that devour their own kind...

His eyes were red, his teeth were sharp, and he was not afraid of the cold even when he was naked...

People influenced by Wendigo have degenerated into beasts.

However, unlike other out of control, when Wendigo left, these people will return to normal.

"Everyone must know..." The martyr, whose eyes were frozen for a long time due to his wandering thoughts, turned his wrists and continued to express, "Although mysterious events emerge in an endless stream, there has always been controversy over whether Wendigo really exists."

Sean nodded: There are scholars who specialize in Wendigo, who have been searching in the north for many years, but have never witnessed the true face of this monster.

Later, he believed that the so-called sighting of Wendigo and his degeneration into a man-eating monster was not a supernatural phenomenon, but a "stress psychosis" caused by the lack of food under severe cold conditions.

It is a moral sense hidden deep in people's hearts, an unconscious excuse for having devoured the same kind.

"So, it is conceivable." The martyr spread his hands, "In Rongyere and outside, people must have different opinions on this story--

"The present-day residents of Rongyere are all descendants of the pioneers of the year. They will definitely not admit that their ancestors were malicious cannibals, so they firmly believe that they were influenced by Wendigo.

"But people in the outside world don't buy what the survivors say. They firmly believe that the harsh and bad situation has inspired the ugliest side in people's hearts. Wendigo is just a pretense...

"So..." The martyr took a deep breath: "So, it is conceivable that the local residents are reluctant to discuss the story of the past with outsiders."

There was a feeling in Sean's heart that something seemed to be connected: "So, the forty or so names engraved on that black stone tablet are the deceased people of the North Entry Brigade?"

"That's right."

Yueguang also understood. He supported his right arm with his left arm, and gently stroked the lower end of his mask: "The way they eat raw meat is to commemorate the dead? Then what they eat..."

"It's just ordinary beef..." The martyr hurriedly raised his hand, "Furthermore, the meat-eating ceremony is not just to commemorate the dead,

"After all, in order to survive, being able to swallow the same kind of meat... also requires great courage.

"That silent ceremony was to commemorate all the pioneers of the year-they either died or suffered things that ordinary people can't imagine...

"In order not to forget the sacrifices of our ancestors, and to know how hard-won life is now, Rongyer Town holds such a ceremony every year."

"And for the reasons I said before-" The martyrs were referring to the outside world's doubts, "The locals will hold this ceremony in secret, so that the name of their ancestors will not be criticized again."

After listening to the martyr's remarks, the three of Sean exchanged glances.

After a while, Shimmering Sea shrugged: "I understand—

"We accept the story."

The mystery of the strange ritual witnessed that night has been solved.

Not only that, Sean faintly realized that the tragedy that happened in the jungle 65 years ago was related to what they were investigating now...

"There's one more thing I need your help with." Sean, who was sitting, leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands down naturally, "I want to see the list of the Northbound Brigade that year."

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About half an hour later, the three of Sean walked out of the branch.

They returned to Berg's tavern, but they still didn't see Pansha.

It's getting dark, and his search isn't over yet?

Sean frowned slightly worriedly.

During the meal on the first floor, Sean kept trying to connect the events of the Northbound Brigade to Ivan's death.

Although there has not been any progress yet, Sean believes that the two are definitely related.

This judgment comes from the list of the Northbound Brigade.

Evan Burns' grandfather August Burns and his grandmother were among the survivors that year.

In order to help Sean, the martyr also provided some information that he should not have provided by default - the missing black book holder was one of the survivors of the year.

In other words, at present, the intersection of the two people who died and disappeared, except that they were both residents of Rongyeer, the only intersection was the survivors of the "Northbound Brigade" and the descendants of the survivors.

Just before the black book holder said he wanted to "finish some of the past" and disappeared, Evan was killed...

How could this be a coincidence?

Moreover, "the past", apart from the incident of the Northbound Brigade, what else is worth mentioning?

Therefore, Sean judged that Evan's death was related to the tragedy that year.

However, there is no way to connect the present with the past, which is the most straightforward question - who did it and why?

While eating, Moonlight provided a good idea:

Ivan's grandfather, August Burns, was also a explorer back then. He and the black book holder committed serious crimes when they were trapped in the wind and snow.

And the person who killed Ivan was seeking revenge for that crime.

However, although it seems to be a very reasonable conjecture, starting from this conjecture, all the arrows of inference that are launched have plunged into the fog...

Too many guesses~lightnovelpub.net~ Too few facts.

After finishing dinner, Sean stopped thinking temporarily, and accidentally saw the oil painting hanging in the tavern.

An oil painting like a heroic epic. The three figures stood strong and faced some kind of huge monster.

The monster's face seemed to be made of various huge animal bones, and a pair of huge horns spread upward, like two dead trees.

And those three people...

When he started to observe the details, Sean's squinting eyes suddenly increased.

"What's wrong, Xiao?" Seeing the change in Sean's expression, Moonlight quickly turned to look in the direction Sean was staring at.

"The soloist..." When Moonlight was still looking at the oil painting with a bewildered expression, Sean stared straight at a detail of the painting, "Look at the man in the middle, he is holding a what?"

According to what Sean said, the moonlight focused on the man's hand.

Immediately, his brows untwisted, astonished like a bird flying far away.

Moonlight saw the three people facing the monster, the man in the middle was holding a book with a black cover.

"Black Book Holder".

That seems to be the teacher of the possessed Panza—

The oil paintings they are looking at now depict scenes that have actually appeared in the past.

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