Chapter 345

An hour before Cole started investigating the devil's possession.

Montsidi capital.

Royal demon hunting regiment headquarters.

Holding the slip in his hand, the Minister of the interior frowned slightly and asked the Secretary, "ask for leave again? Didn't you finish the day before yesterday?"

The female secretary is young and beautiful.

The soft and weak voice line looked very restrained, and answered firmly, "miss zelanda is ill. She made an appointment with a doctor today.

I called the hospital to check. It's true. "

Exhale a foul breath.

After signing and sealing the note, the interior minister said coldly, "even if she has made great contributions to the internal investigation, she has a long relationship with Minister Cole walker.

I can't stand her asking for continuous leave.

There is still a lot of work waiting for her in the Ministry. "

After a moment of silence, he continued, "well, you go to her apartment in person. If Miss zelanda really has a big problem with her health.

I can apply to the Council for three months' sick leave.

Go. "

In an hour.

The Secretary of the interior minister, carrying some visiting gifts, stood in front of the door of penny seranda's rented apartment.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

Waiting for a long time, no response.

"Miss zelanda, this is kemora. Your highness Roddy asked me to visit you on his behalf, little zelanda..."

After the Secretary rang the door of the apartment again.

But found that the door was not locked.

After a creak of opening the door, the female secretary walked into the living room of this small but very clean apartment.

A brand-new coat hung on the hanger at the door.

There is only a pair of thick slippers on the shoe cabinet.

A cold, damp wind blew open the window in front of the desk and made the female secretary kemora's back cold.

Shrink your neck.

After determining that penny is not at home, she is preparing to leave, but she is attracted by the noise after something falls to the ground.

come back.

The notebook, which was originally placed by the table and spread out, suddenly fell on the wooden floor for some reason.

The round pen kept rolling in the distance. The unique sound became more and more gloomy and Soul-catching in the silent apartment.

Maybe it's because of working in the demon hunting group.

Kemora smiled, shook her head helplessly, and laughed at herself. Over time, even if she was not a demon hunter, she began to become suspicious.

I was frightened by the sound of a pen.

Walk over, pull up the hem of your coat, squat down, pick up your notebook and look around.

It seems to be penny seranda's diary.

He looked a little hesitant.

Moral constraints make her unwilling to peek at other people's privacy.

But a woman's nature of gossip still made her couldn't help opening her diary and comforting herself: I'll just read one page.

At first.

The content of the diary is normal, about a week, recording daily life and feelings.

But as kemora flipped back.

The time point came after the internal investigation.

The frequency of diary is more and more frequent and intensive.

From once a day to three or four articles a day.

The original gorgeous handwriting has gradually become disorganized, scrawled and frenzied.

Even more frightening to the female secretary kemora's heart, this diary seems to have endless charm, attracting her greedy page after page, word after word.

Like falling into an insatiable desire.

Like being dragged into the dark abyss of despair.

The frantic words on it were like the most beautiful jewelry and the brightest gold jewelry in the world.

try to stop but cannot.

However.

At the same time, the thought and spirit of female secretary kemora are particularly clear.

She shouted her name in her heart again and again, trying to leave this crazy and disturbing handwriting and diary.

But you can't control your will and body at all.

A deserted apartment.

The gift box fell to the ground strangely, and the strange and colorful fruits rolled to the ground, making a noise without rhythm.

Kemora, the female secretary, sat on the old wooden chair in front of the desk.

Straight and straight figure, gradually bent.

A lunatic patient.

The bloodshot eyes are getting closer and closer to the diary, as if they want to get into the crazy world in the diary.

Until the last fruit, stop rolling.

Kemora, with her back to the gate, suddenly burst into a strange crazy laughter, and her eyes were fixed on the last page of her diary.

"In the bitter month of 1835, my hallucinations have become more and more serious recently.

Is my spirit really so fragile?

I don't know.

After the internal investigation, I heard their souls whisper in my ears more than once. It began yesterday as if they had never died.

Sitting around the warm fireplace, drinking and celebrating my promotion to the Ministry of the interior.

No... I know all this is false. The dark crow does not suggest that evil forces invade my soul, so there must be something wrong with my spirit.

sometimes.

When I even pushed open the bedroom door, I caught Cole having an affair with other women, and then I shot him with a gun and dyed my sheets red with blood.

Cole's body, lying on my back, told me again and again how he loved me.

No... no!

Everything is false! There must be some force deliberately manipulating my subconscious mind. I have some good feelings for Cole, but I also... Um... I really love him. He is like my brother (scribbled, unrecognizable nonsense).

Shut up! Penny! You are a loser. You can't face your feelings. You love him so much. Why kill him.

by the way.

If I cut off his head, put it in a box and soak it in antiseptic solution.

In this way, I can be with him forever and never separate. Our emotion will surpass love and reach a height that ordinary people can never touch.

(crazy lines and blackening) no! I never loved Cole! He is my only relative in this world -- "

The last page of the diary came to an abrupt end.

Lack of organization, logical confusion, and words that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

As like as two peas talk rubbish in a madhouse.

Maybe immersed in a crazy and chaotic world for thousands of years.

Maybe only a moment has passed.

Kemora suddenly shouted and fell to the ground. Her diary was electrocuted and thrown into the distance.

After hitting the wall, he fell and made a heavy sound.

This moment.

The delicate makeup that the female secretary spent a lot of time preparing was spent by the crazy cold sweat, because her fear and heavy breathing made her chest fluctuate violently.

His pale face is the same as that of a dead man.

Her hands and feet were cold, as if her heart had stopped beating after she touched the diary.

In this brief shock and fear.

The professional intuition of working for the demon hunting group made her suddenly look at the diary on the ground and swallow saliva. A very bad feeling filled with malice and rushed to her heart.