v3 Chapter 130： ,the truth

Wow, la la la ———————

Rumbling rumbling--

Crackling--

Wow, la la la la la la —————————

The deafening thunder and lightning, the sound of the wind, and the earth-shaking rainstorm became the only sound here.

The open windows, the curtains on both sides have already been soaked by wind and rain. The raindrops blown in by the strong wind have gathered on the floor into a pool of water stains.

Electric lights that light up from time to time illuminate the entire sky. Dye everything into the pale color of death. In this wind and rain of death, wind and rain, idiots, stand there.

This is a room about the same size as the Rhine Nile room. No, maybe a little bigger, because there is a room next to it, and the door is closed.

However, this room is different from the psychologist's room. Everything here looks neat. It didn't seem too messy. From this point, it seemed that the master's rigorousness could be seen.

The idiot came to the desk full of various materials and looked at the things on it.

There are so many newspaper clippings stacked on this desk, so much that it covers the entire table. If there is the only place in the room that looks messy, then this table can be said to be the most messy place.

The owner of this room...what is his profession?

The idiot read the clippings and thought.

After a little inspection, the idiot found that the contents of these newspaper clippings were very similar. The news published above is not about parents' short stories, but some news that looks thrilling and even strange.

——Horton Wine Estate crazy dismemberment murder case, the murderer turned out to be a mental patient who does not need to bear any responsibility? ——

——The effect of horror musical? The inner monologue after Bloody Mary was arrested is worrying--

——"This is just a game." The murderer of the hostage murder case of the 3-12 super train said easily——

——A brutal murderer who always claims to be innocent. Robbery, sex, a perverted murderer who used cruel methods to kill 21 women, demanding exemption from any punishment on the grounds that he was schizophrenic and did not know his murderous actions——

——In the sudden tragedy that happened today, the Princess Orphanage was found destroyed this morning. A total of 13 bodies were found throughout the orphanage, all of them children under the age of 14. Their deaths are too terrifying, highlighting the murderer's cruelty and perversion. In addition, another child is missing and his whereabouts are unknown. The director of the orphanage is also missing now, and relevant parties are fully investigating——

If you read it carefully, you can see that most of the information in these newspaper clippings is of this type. The furthest murder case can even be traced back four hundred years ago.

……………………A fanatical researcher of murder?

The idiot raised his head and carefully observed the surroundings. Except for this table, everything else here is very simple, there is no strange place that stands out. It seems that the owner here is not like a member of the garrison, or a person engaged in work related to the murder case.

Then...

Croak

Amidst the wind and rain, a voice suddenly came out from the next room.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight sound of footsteps... With a very rhythmic pace, slowly walked to the back of the compartment next to it, and clicked...

Squeaky——————————

The door opened.

Wow, la la la la ——————————

The rain seems to be getting bigger.

This suddenly opened door is like opening a magic box that must never be opened, bringing a more violent storm

Along with this storm, a thin thirty-year-old man with a panic look in his eyes staggered out and sat down in front of the table.

The idiot stared at the man for a moment, then quickly went through the wall to the next room.

Here is a dark room.

The red light fell from the ceiling, so that everything here was stained with a strange color.

Many photos are hung in the air, clamped by a shelf, and pulled on a rope like a kebab.

Some of these photos have already surfaced patterns, and some have not yet surfaced. In the photos where the patterns have emerged, many unsightly images can be seen.

Those are all photos of the murder scene.

The dismembered body, the scattered red liquid, the strange ways of death. There are some photos of idiots that can more or less tell what the incidents are. When these incidents are published in newspapers, they simply describe the murder of the victim, but such irritating photos have never been seen.

After a slight glance, the idiot's gaze was fixed on a still wet photo in the air. It seems that this photo should have just been washed out.

However, the picture is still completely dark and nothing can be seen. If you want to wait for the image to emerge, it should take a few more hours.

But idiots don't have so much time.

After checking, the idiot immediately walked out of the dark room and came to the man's side. He wants to know...want to know what exactly this man knows?

But at this time, he finally discovered something that made him feel a bottleneck.

The living...how can we talk to the dead?

The thin man hugged his head and lay on the table.

The visibly red and swollen eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Obviously, he hadn't slept for a long time.

The next window is still open.

A crazy storm blew in and slapped the ground. However, the man didn't mean to close the window at all.

It seems that his consciousness is no longer here.

It is locked in one's own world...

In that world full of fear that idiots don’t know, and the unknown...

"…………………………Soulwalker."

Standing behind this man, the idiot looked at him and made a sound.

"What's the matter?"

The "princess" slowly landed from the ceiling and continued to levitate in the air in a sitting posture, coming to the idiot's side.

"I... want to talk to him."

"Yes~~~"

"Walnut" smiled and nodded.

"If you are willing to destroy your form and spirit, please feel free. As a soul, you should already instinctively know how to appear before people?"

Saying this sentence means not saying it. The idiot shook his head and said slowly—

"If I don't know how to be annihilated. Even if there is only a voice, let me communicate with him."

"impossible."

"Walnut" said decisively--

"Except for self-destruction, there is no way to reveal the dead. There is an absolute boundary between the living and the dead, and there is absolutely no possibility of coexistence. This is a rule laid down by the Supreme God, regardless of the stage of the creature. Must be strictly observed, without any exceptions."

"……………………So, can I communicate with him by directly contacting his soul."

"It's a pity, this is not OK, there is no such rule."

"Since there are no rules, it means that there are no rules and no rules can't, right?"

"Well...this is also true."

"Then, tell me how to directly contact this person's soul."

"Well, although the rules do not say whether it can be done or not, I still judge it to be impossible for this kind of thing."

A straightforward passage completely cut off the idiot's idea of ​​communicating. At this point, the idiot finally turned his head and looked at the "Walnut" who was sneering next to him. Finally, there was some discomfort on his face.

"You... said it. For the dead... the secret of the living can never be called a secret. In that case... Why do you put so many restrictions on me?"

"Walnut" ignored the idiot's displeasure and continued: "These restrictions are not set by me. What is my business? In addition, I did say this. But if you want to communicate directly with the soul, It is no longer purely a secret to spying on the living, but the secret of spying on the soul."

"You are the soul, and the thing you want to snoop is also the soul. When there is no guarantee that such an approach will not violate the rule of'the deceased cannot forcibly spy on the secrets of another deceased', I am inclined to be conservative. Out of the fuzzy judgment."

"Walnut" drew a half circle in the air with his fingers, and smiled: "Of course, you can appeal to this. When I see our great creator the next time, I will submit your appeal and let us God to judge whether it is in compliance or not."

"But before that..."

"Walnut" did not go on. Because that is no longer necessary.

The soul messenger was still sitting leisurely with Erlang's legs up and down, slowly floating up and down.

The time displayed by the wall clock on the wall... but it is walking without stopping, one minute after another...

The idiot stood there, motionless.

He stared at the person in front of him, lost in thought.

If it is true that the dead are not allowed to talk to the living, as the "Walnut" said, then how can one get the answer that one wants?

How exactly... can you win in this time and space race?

In the world of the living--

The thin man clutched his head and lay on the table.

He did not move or speak. It's like turning into a statue. At the same time, the dense worry on his face is getting more and more severe. Squeezing together, it seems that they are going to squeeze him to collapse.

but……

No matter how long it was, the man moved after all.

His hand tremblingly reached into his pocket and took out a letter.

This is a seemingly ordinary letter, but when this person is holding this letter, he seems to be carrying something extremely heavy.

And his eyes looking at this letter, at this moment, are also full of endless fear...

The idiot looked at him, reading his eyes and expressions. Regarding the content of the letter, he did not pay attention, nor did he need to pay attention. Compared to this letter that can be read at any time, the man's expression has become more caring. What is he afraid of?

In this world where the rain is rumbling, he...what is he afraid of?

"Hello, Mr. Saiya Joe Blington."

"It's nice... I can read your letter..."

The man read the letter slowly. But every time he reads a word, his spirit seems to be suffering incomparably. There seems to be a kind of magic between the lines...

A kind of magic like opening the door of death...

"I always thought that you seem to be very busy, so busy that there is no time to reply to me. And I always thought that you have forgotten me. Therefore, I am not ashamed to disturb you, and can only look forward to our next Meet again."

The man forcibly stabilized his emotions and continued to read--

"However, I am very happy. You finally came back and wrote me back. This really makes me very happy."

Outside the window, the sound of rain hit the ground, making a deafening noise...

"The matter between us, since you are back, everything is easy to solve. I don't want to be too much to you. You should know that my life has always been fair and reasonable. I believe you should also know what I am. Know how I do things."

"We are friends. But if there are any grievances between friends, sometimes it is better to be clear. Regarding the money you owe me, I will not lose any interest. Now it has exceeded our agreement to repay the debt. Deadline, according to the general rules, you still have three months of buffer repayment time. If you still can’t pay off all my money after these three months, then, I’m sorry. Your house and property, including you Everything that I had before will belong to me. At that time, you will no longer have debts on your body, and I can also recover my benefits."

"This is a very fair thing. It is fair to you and me. Therefore, above this fairness, we are still friends. I personally think that this debt is not difficult to pay off. As long as you work harder, so A little money shouldn’t make us both go to court."

Reading here, the thin man exhaled slightly, as if he wanted to rest. About ten seconds later, he lowered his head again, looked at the letter, and read it...

"This is one thing. But please don't get me wrong. This letter is not a mere debt collection letter. It is a letter of advice to help a friend as a friend."

"I am very happy that you can come back and write to me, telling me your current difficulties and confusion. As a friend, I am also here to express my views to you sincerely."

"You did nothing wrong."

"Your approach is correct."

"If you are still hesitating to persevere, then I will become your strongest backing and become your ally."

"So please don't give up, let alone shrink back. Many times, things are not as complicated as we imagined, but we imagined things as complicated."

"Please stick to this path, and then do what you think should be done."

"You are a kind person, this world needs this kindness. And those victims also need your kindness."

"Here, I wish you success."

"Xingli? Rooney replied."

Before the last name was pronounced, the idiot kept watching the thin man's face.

But after the last name was pronounced, his gaze shifted to the letter paper instantly, staring at him.

…………………………Yes, it's Xingli's handwriting

this person……

This person who is very likely to have something to do with the truth of his death... is still connected with Xingli?

So, what is going on here?

Why did Xing Li join in the matter of her being killed?

In the end, Xingli... what role did she play in the incident of her own death?

The idiot was shocked, but inside, he kept thinking.

He can't think of...

After learning that Xingli was related to this incident, the situation that had already begun to become clear once again became chaotic.

What is going on all this?

If Rhein Nero killed himself, then who killed him?

Why on earth did this man named Saiya Xingli meet with Rhein?

The decision written in Xing Li's letter...what is it?

Don't know... don't know everything

It’s like a chaos, I put my head in, but I can’t see anything, it’s chaotic.

"Huh...work hard?...work hard?"

At this moment, Saiya stood up suddenly, pinched the letter in his hand, and threw it on the table like a vent, he stared at the letter viciously, and shouted--

"What do you work for? Try hard to do what I want to do? But if I work hard, what happens? How could the result become like this?"

"What do you do, what strong backing? It's all nonsense. I made up my mind because I read this letter from you, but in the end? What did I get? What should I do now? Can you tell me? Huh? The first beauty in the sand???"

Saiya grabbed a bottle next to it and poured it directly into his throat gruntingly. Afterwards, he smashed the wine bottle heavily on the ground and broke it to the ground with a crash.

"What kind angel... She is a demon at all..."

"Xingli? Rooney replied... this damn... demon..."

After that, Saiya turned around and walked to the next room. The idiot took advantage of this time to check the letter a lot, and soon Saiya walked out again, holding a photo in his hand. He swiped the photo heavily on the table and yelled--

"Is this the answer you encourage me to look for? I'm still a normal person, not a lunatic. If it is the answer you give me, then I decline."

The idiot raised his head and glanced at the picture.

…………………………………………

However, this sight stopped the world around...

There are two people in the photo.

One is a twelve or thirteen year old girl with pink hair, holding a dagger-like object in her hand.

The other person is himself.

The relationship between these two people is not about holding hands and hugging each other.

But this little girl, from behind...

I directly inserted the dagger-like thing into my vest...

Background, pitch black.

The rain seems to be still pouring...V