After waking up

In addition to anger, what filled Farrow Lynch's mind at this moment was Mullan's original words that kept echoing:

"As the dumber type among resuscitators. The dumber type among resuscitators. The dumber type."

Farrow Lynch was full of annoyance. He was obviously full of doubts and had noticed something was wrong, but he still didn't handle it carefully enough. If Mulan was here, he would definitely not make such a low-level mistake, right?

This was a rare moment for Farrow Lynch to be grateful that he was a resuscitator, otherwise the gunshot wounds on his body would have been fatal.

At the window of the police station, several pistols were held until they ran out of bullets, and Farrow Lynch had already rushed into a corner alley.

"Let him run away?"

"Don't worry, lead someone to chase him quickly. He won't survive long after being shot so many times!"

"Walk!"

A whistle soon sounded in the police station, and a large number of police officers and detectives gathered and went out in full gear. People on the street were panicked and fled in all directions, thinking that some evil person was committing a crime.

Although he was hit by many bullets, Farrow Lynch still had no problem moving quickly. Perhaps the biggest impact was the impact caused by the bullets tearing his body apart.

Of course, a large number of police officers immediately chased Farrow Lynch in the direction in which he escaped, but the blood stains disappeared at the corner of the alley.

"He must have entered a nearby house, search it for me!"

"Forward in separate teams. This dangerous criminal cannot be allowed to run around."

"Hurry!" "He has a serious gunshot wound. This is an easy feat."

The police officers worked in groups of three to four and rushed to nearby residences and buildings. No matter whether the other party cooperated or not, they could not stop them.

The nearby residential area was abuzz, mixed with curses from residents and police detectives.

A police detective stood at the entrance of the alley and bent down, frowning at the blood on the ground. It was not a small puddle, but a small lump. He reached out and wiped a handful of blood on the ground. It felt very sticky.

The detective's scalp was slightly numb. As an experienced person, he knew that this was not the state that living human blood should have.

Sure enough, no one from the police station found the criminal throughout the morning, so in the afternoon, wanted posters began to be put up all over the city.

Although the poster is a sketch, it vividly depicts Farrow Lynch’s dead face, who was owed a lot of money and would not pay it back, and depicts Farrow Lynch as a man who did all kinds of evil and caused many murders and harms. Criminal, some recent cases have all been blamed on him, including a murder last night.

At dusk, outside the barn of the mill in the east of the city, Farrow Lynch was hiding in a rotten haystack near the river. There were a lot of bloodstains on the ground, and the bullet heads, either complete or deformed, were picked by Farrow Lynch with his fingers. Many of them were pulled out of the body, and one even pierced the heart. However, due to Farrow Lynch's strong body, it did not penetrate.

At this moment, the original gunshot wounds had begun to heal, leaving only shallow pits in many places, and Farrow Lynch's mobility had almost recovered.

The water beside him was a little turbulent, and a wanted poster floated down the river, and Farrow Lynch reached out to grab it. The portrait on it was exactly that of himself, with a bunch of charges behind it.

No matter how well-educated Farrow Lynch was, he couldn't help but curse at this time.

"These rotten maggots!"

Farrow Lynch calmed down. The current situation was really not good. While someone was searching him, the sun in the sky also greatly restricted his movement.

A dark cloud shrouded the sky and blocked the sun. Farrow Lynch jumped into the river, covered his head with the tattered clothes he took off and dived upstream. The biting river water in winter made Farrow Lynch's hands and feet stiff at most, but he would not let it go. He couldn't bear the cold.

In the evening, the west-slanting sunlight was blocked by many buildings, and Farrow Lynch also found his target, a church built along the river.

With a "bang~" sound, a large stained glass window in the church was smashed from the outside. The priest who was working on hygiene was stunned for a moment, and then became furious in an instant.

"The Holy Light will definitely punish you——"

The priest put down the mop and angrily walked to the place where the broken glass was. The people in this city were so outrageous. Even though there were few believers coming to pray, someone had already smashed the glass of the church. No matter how well-behaved he was, he was furious.

But what smashed the glass was not just a stone, but a pebble with a piece of paper tied to it.

The priest knelt down and picked up the stone, walked to the side door at the back of the hall, opened the door and looked outside. Apart from the barren grassland, there was a calm river.

The priest closed the door, untied the rope and unfolded the paper. It was a wanted poster that was a little torn and a little wet. Because it had a certain degree of waterproofness, it was not rotten after being soaked in river water.

"Has this man committed so many crimes?"

After reading it, the priest was about to throw it into the trash can, but he turned over and looked at the reverse side. He found that there were words on the reverse side. After more than ten seconds, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

"A cult? The police department is also involved?"

If it is a prank, then the person who made the prank has no bottom line and will definitely be punished, but if it is true, then...

The priest was afraid to think about it. Maybe the reason why so few people came to the church in the city was related to the cult.

Under the cover of dusk, Farrow Lynch has hidden away. He is unwilling to approach the temple because he is strictly an undead creature and an evil existence according to the temple's definition, but he must submit this report letter. , he doesn’t believe that the church is also colluding with the cult.

Yes, even if he is a resuscitator, unless he knows him, it is difficult for ordinary clergymen to tell whether a being like Farrow Lynch is evil or not.

After finishing all this, Farrow Lynch chose to leave the city first. He asked himself about his lack of strength. Moreover, the Holy Church should be involved now. If he stayed, he might be treated as a cult undead and be destroyed.

As for whether he believed in the temple or not, Farrow Lynch was not worried at all. He even wrote down the locations of the secret passages and underground halls very specifically. Such traces are not easy to eliminate and can be found out with just a casual check.

This time going down the river, in the night, Farrow Lynch was like a corpse soaked in the cold river water. He quickly escaped from the city. He didn't climb ashore until he was far away from the city and entered the edge. in the woods.

Farrow Lynch hated the way he looked now. He couldn't even act like a human being. He took out two books from his pocket. The Book of Dawn and Mulan's Notes were not eroded by the river water, which made him slightly relieved.

Farrow Lynch needed him to find a place to rest quickly. It was best to change into clean and tidy clothes, otherwise he would lose even the sense of ritual as a human being and look like a zombie.

In a hollow in the woodland with leeward wind, Farrow Lynch took off his clothes and hung them carefully on the branches to dry. He climbed up a nearby tree, sat on the branches and unfolded the notebook Mulan gave him.

As a bookmark in the center are several large-denomination Dilga coins. This habit that seems to have been in place during his lifetime kept Farrow Lynch from being penniless.

Taking away the coin, I saw a sentence written by Mulan:

As a resuscitator, whether you are willing or not, you must first accept that you are not a human being. This is not a simple factual understanding, but a spiritual recognition. It is difficult, isn't it?

This seemed to be a portrayal of Farrow Lynch's mind at this moment. Farrow Lynch couldn't even remember when Mullan wrote this sentence. It was clear that the words in the notebook should have been recorded in front of him.

Farrow Lynch turned the page, and what followed seemed to be Mullan's advice to him at this moment:

Farrow Lynch, my friend, you have to believe that the path of the resuscitator is the path that can break the boundary between life and death. One day you will be able to embrace the light again, and one day you will be able to evolve as a human again, but you must face yourself and escape. It is not the work of brave men.

"Only by embracing death can we regain life."

Farrow Lynch murmured to himself. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. Only the wound at the heart was still stained with blood. Even if he pinched the wound with his hand, there was only touch and no pain. As long as his head was not blown off, he probably wouldn't be able to do it. will die.

Farrow Lynch put down his notebook and placed the Book of Dawn in front of his knees for an unknown number of times. He reached out and touched the cover of the book, but did not open it. He just stared at it blankly.

Just holding this book, Farrow Lynch could vaguely feel that there is a huge secret hidden in this book, which is unbearable for ordinary people. Just as Mulan once said to him, reading this book Books require a lot of courage.

"Maybe I have failed you again, Mulan, I can't even face myself."

Farrow Lynch fell asleep unknowingly, and he began to dream. He dreamed about some things in his life, all of which were fragmented scenes.

The images in the dream include those of childhood, growth and love, all of which are very happy memories. There is a smile on the dead face of Farrow Lynch in his sleep.

Mulan is not a resuscitator, nor can he understand the heart of a natural resuscitator. His notes are too detailed, his analysis is too accurate, and his writing is too cruel. The resuscitator needs to accept his current self and accept that his original soul has been wiped out. The current self is theoretically a new undead spirit.

Perhaps the memory of the body can greatly affect the resuscitator, but after all, it is the memory of the other person. No matter how happy and beautiful it is, it can only be seen and does not belong to oneself.

That beautiful memory is not only a sweet gift in Farrow Lynch's heart, but also a shackle that is difficult to break. He has always regarded himself as the person with the same name and the same body, so he has been lingering in this state, this kind of life. The state of the dead.