Campfire Shelter

A middle-aged man with a beer belly who looked like he was eight months pregnant walked into the prison with a thin young man and went straight to the door of Colin's cell.

When they came closer, Colin also saw their appearance clearly. They had slightly white skin and brown hair. They were wearing coats that looked like chain mail. Under the coat were normal cloth clothes. They had swords on their waists. Chinese.

To be more precise, it doesn’t look like modern people

If he hadn't known that he had traveled through time, Colin might have thought that this was a medieval movie set.

At this time, the two pointed at Colin and discussed matters related to him in a language he did not understand.

However, gradually, Colin suddenly felt that he could understand what the other party said.

"Your Excellency, the warden, I can't believe this. Is this really how someone should behave after suffering from lycanthropy? He doesn't look crazy at all. I can even feel that he was just observing me, without any malicious intent!" The thin young man stared at Colin, holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, his tone uncertain.

"Hey." The middle-aged man with a beer belly who looked like he was pregnant laughed, "otherwise, how could I tell you that this is a very special case? In the past two months, among the hundreds of people our dungeon has taken over, this is the only one. An example."

"Then, do we still want to hand him over to the Holy Healing Church?"

"It still needs to be submitted. Moreover, I submitted the application a week ago, but it's been more than a week and I still haven't seen a response, hum."

The middle-aged man pursed his lips, obviously dissatisfied with the church's neglect.

The young man glanced at Colin, and then looked away: "But, he looks like this, it seems that he has been sent in for ten days, which means that in five days at most, he may enter the second stage of lycanthropy, and then... It is very likely that the symptoms will explode and lead to death!"

kindness?

Colin, who secretly pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, was stunned - wasn't he fine, why was he about to die?

What is "lycanthropy"?

"The church didn't respond, so we couldn't move. It's hard to say whether he's crazy or not. Although his symptoms have been getting worse, he seems to be getting more and more rational to me. Look, his eyes are a bit... There’s no madness.”

The middle-aged man pointed at Colin, then looked sideways at his assistant, and smiled casually, "To be honest, even if you told me that he would be able to speak soon, I wouldn't show even a little bit of surprise. "

"Really? What is lycanthropy?" came a hot voice.

"Well, lycanthropy is..."

The middle-aged man answered subconsciously, but soon his smile suddenly stiffened - his subordinate didn't speak, but the one who did.

hiss!

There's something dirty!

The middle-aged man jumped back with an agility that didn't fit his figure, and jumped two meters away, looking at Ke Lin with horror.

The young man suspected to be his subordinate pulled out his long sword with a "wow" and pointed it at Ke Lin, his face full of dignity and vigilance.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the dungeon solidified.

There was silence for several seconds.

The middle-aged man was the first to break the silence. He took a step forward to grab his subordinate, pulled him back a few steps, and then asked from a long distance away: "You can still speak?"

What's so surprising about this? You didn't say it yourself, so you wouldn't be surprised if I said it, Colin thought and nodded.

He was about to ask again what he just said

However, the middle-aged man who is the warden of the dungeon seemed to think of something, and spoke first:

"Do you remember your name?"

"do not remember."

Colin shook his head. He didn't seem to have inherited the memory of this body, but, like instinct, he inherited some language or something.

"That's a pity, otherwise we might be able to figure out where the 'lycanthropy' came from, but it's normal for 'lycanthropy' to lose memory."

"What is 'lycanthropy'?" Colin interrupted his emotion.

"This." The warden looked at Colin, thought for a while, and then said, "Why don't you take a look at your hands first? Especially those hairs on your hands."

He wanted to see if he could help the other party recover his memory, so as to find out the reason related to "lycanthropy".

If you can crack it yourself, that would be a great achievement!

Hearing this, Colin lowered his head in doubt. He had been eavesdropping just now, and he didn't seem to find anything wrong.

Damn it?

Colin's eyes widened and he looked at his arms, only to notice that his hair was two or three inches long, and the nails on the top of his five fingers were sharp, like animal claws.

Lycanthropy!

Colin suddenly understood what this word meant.

At the same time, he also noticed that there was still an inexplicable violence in his body, like a suppressed anger.

However, it seems to be temporarily suppressed by something.

"This is what you look like in the first stage of lycanthropy. Generally, you will enter the next stage in the next day at the fastest and half a month at the slowest. You have been with me for ten days, and after five days at most, Either die suddenly, or become a second-stage patient."

"Well, the one you locked up with seems to be dead, and the 'lycanthropy' will quickly turn into a mummy after death."

"There's nothing to talk about. Continue with the topic of the second stage. At this stage, it's not quite human-like. After that, it will melt directly within a week. I don't know why this happened."

When the warden said this, he was suddenly interrupted by a scream. In another cell on the side opposite to Colin, someone let out a crazy howl:

"Let me out, I'm not crazy, my child. My child hasn't eaten yet, let me go, my child, he, me, I haven't eaten yet!"

It was a woman with crazy hair growth and a crazy expression. She was constantly smashing her head into the iron cage, and her head was bleeding, as if she didn't feel it.

Colin's heart was trembling and his scalp was numb.

A full minute passed before it gradually stopped.

"See? This is what it looks like in the first stage, and she only had an attack yesterday, but you are already in the late stage. Normally, you have to be much more crazy than her."

Pointing at the other party, the warden shook his head and sighed, "This disease has been present for more than two months, and you are the only special one. Unfortunately, your memory is gone. Otherwise, if you remember what happened before, you might be able to find something. Solve this problem as soon as possible”

Previous encounters? What else could have happened before?

Some memories suddenly popped up in Ke Lin's mind. He remembered that he seemed to be alone at the restaurant, eating hot pot and swiping his phone, and then dipped a large ball of mustard with tripe and put it in his mouth.

Choked on a mouthful of mustard?

Well, it shouldn't be such a funny death.

This should be the last memory that can be recalled, not the last memory before time travel.

But what's important now is

What should I do if I have this "lycanthropy"?

Colin took a deep breath, calmed down, raised his head and asked, "What is the Holy Healing Church you just mentioned? Do they have a way to solve my troubles?"

"Them? Hey, I didn't see them coming out anyway."

As soon as the warden started to taunt him, a subordinate next to him let out a "cough" sound. He suddenly thought of something and closed his mouth.

After all, the "Holy Healing Church" is one of the three orthodox churches in the Knight Kingdom.

Can't afford to offend.

Colin's heart skipped a beat. Doesn't this mean that he will be gone if he is sent away?

He wanted to ask something from the other party, but the sound of a bell suddenly came from outside the iron door of the prison corridor.

"Okay, it's time for me to leave. Someone will come to clean up the body in your room tomorrow. I hope I can see you still sane tomorrow."

After saying that, the warden took his subordinates and left together. Before leaving, you could still vaguely hear his instructions to his subordinates:

"In the future, if you encounter something, don't think about confrontation at the first time, you know! You have to retreat one after another. One of my teammates died because of this habit. Your dad"

The sounds became farther and farther away, and the dungeon became quiet again, except for some heavy breathing and the occasional grinding of teeth.

"I've just traveled through time and am about to die?"

Colin sat helplessly in prison, looking at his hands, feeling that his lycanthropy seemed to be deepening unknowingly.

The violent temper in his heart was like a boil ready to erupt at any time.

The relationship between that thing and him is like an Okamoto 0.01 filled with ink is put into a bucket of clear water. It swells like a balloon that is constantly being injected with cloudy ink, and it will burst at any time, and he will also be polluted at any time.

but

Everything is not negotiable.

Colin had a vague feeling that if he could recall the details of his memory and the experience of the last day, the current situation would change.

Thinking of this, he forced himself to calm down, and then focused his energy on thinking behind that mouthful of offal.

Finally, with Colin's unremitting efforts, subsequent memories emerged bit by bit - there was indeed something wrong with that mouthful of mustard beef offal.

One bite, stimulating the upper part of the body, causing the whole body to tense up, and then the body lost strength and fell to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he was already taken to the hospital.

Then he discovered that his body was weak and he was diagnosed with "ALS". To be more precise, he had had it for a long time, but that mouthful of mustard made his symptoms explode.

Later, during a year-long treatment, he got his own wheelchair at a young age.

but

“I had a terminal illness before I traveled through time, and I got a terminal illness after I traveled through time. Didn’t I travel through time in vain?”

Colin couldn't help but complain.

Then, I worked hard and continued to reminisce.

Not long after, he finally remembered that when he had spent all his savings and still hadn't made any progress, and he no longer wanted to persist, an organization sent him an invitation to join the company.

The name of this organization is

"'Camp Fire Special Items Containment Company'."

Colin muttered to himself, and when he recalled this word, he suddenly woke up, and suddenly felt that something had established a connection with himself at this moment.

A message popped into my head.

[The interfering items have been eliminated and contact with the "Special Investigator" has been reestablished. The events of this special mission are loading, please wait.]