harry potter book of crimes

"You...are you? Why...are you here?"

At the moment he turned back, John suppressed the heart that was about to burst out of his chest. Then the figure behind him came into his eyes... How should I put it? Although he was indeed beaten just now

He was startled, but the situation in which the other party appeared here seemed not to be a surprise to him.

That's right, from the moment he saw each other in the kitchen, John had actually been mentally prepared to meet him at any time.

Of course, seeing an inhuman figure with many arms and legs in such a dark and gloomy scene is not really a wonderful experience.

Perhaps because the fright he received has not completely subsided, John didn't even notice that this seemed to be the first time the other party spoke to him - compared to the absolutely terrifying appearance, "her" voice was unexpectedly pretty?

"The master asked me to bury these human remains here and engrave names on their tombstones."

In front of John, the living corpse lady with the unfriendly name of "Splicer" nodded slightly, and by the way, she held out the chisel and hammer held in two of her hands and gestured towards him.

one time.

"Uh...oh, is that so?"

John didn't know what to say for a moment, but judging from the current attitude of the other party, it seemed that the other party... had no intention of pursuing him for appearing here?

He thought for a while, then simply smiled at the other party and tentatively said:

"Well... thank you for your hard work. I was just walking around after eating, and accidentally wandered here. If nothing happens... I will go back?"

John tried to take two steps towards the other party while playing careless. Seeing that the other party did not seem to react, he wanted to just walk past the other party.

However, things didn't seem to go as smoothly as he imagined.

"Mr. Stewart, won't you stay a little longer?"

John, who had already reached the opponent's side and behind him, suddenly heard the pleasant voice sounding again, which made him, who was still worried, suddenly stop trying to escape.

Then, the "lady" behind him said something that made his scalp tingle again——

"...After all, it is said that those buried here are basically Mr.'s friends and family, aren't they?"

Yes, the other party obviously knew the identities of the owners of these tombstones, and seemed to have some understanding of his relationship with these people.

This also means that the living corpse party sent Bai Ye to bring him, John Stewart, here from the ruins of the city in the east. Does it really have some purpose that he himself is not aware of yet?

John, who had been confused about the attitude of the zombie clan towards him, couldn't help but start thinking at this moment... Even he knew that now was not the time for random thoughts!

Trying to stop himself from thinking so much, John regained his composure, then slowly turned around, looked at the figure who had turned sideways and faced him and said:

"People... are bound to die, even me. Although I feel sorry and sad for their passing, since you have buried them properly here, for them... I think at least

It should be a good ending! In addition...well, I would like to thank you on their behalf for everything you have done for them."

John actually didn't know what kind of complicated emotions he was using when he said these words. It was just his natural smooth instinct that made him, under the pressure of being in this "definitely not safe" environment, "No

Said the wrong thing".

"I'm sorry, I don't actually understand the emotions of you humans when facing death. This is just following the master's instructions." The silhouette of the zombie lady opposite did not make any further movements. She just stood there and said extremely calmly.

, "So, maybe you should thank the master, but you definitely don't need to thank me... Also, if you have to say it, you can actually 'hate' me, because their death is actually related to me."

There was no tone in her words, and they were all plain and straightforward, as if they were just a blank piece of paper with a long paragraph of boring explanatory text. But her words made John's expression freeze and his heart beat suddenly.

"What did you say?" John said blankly, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand?" the other party said slowly, "Those who killed them can be considered as my clansmen - the 'low-level living corpses' as you call them."

Yes, it is indeed the case. What she said is correct in every word! But John still waited until the other party finished speaking the last word before reacting.

Aren't the ones who killed these teammates the walking zombies wandering around? But why? Why didn't he even connect those walking zombies with these high-level living zombies in front of him for so many days?

By the way, it’s “wisdom”!

Perhaps it is because although these high-level living corpses look terrifying and horrifying, almost every object he has encountered in and around this city of icicles is close to, equal to, or even superior to human beings.

His high level of intelligence gave him a subconscious that was almost an illusion. So every time he met someone like Bai Ye, or that "big living zombie sister", he would subconsciously compare "them" to those low-level living corpses outside.

They are divided into two completely different and unrelated types of creatures.

And it was probably because of the existence of this "illusion" that he had always had a strange feeling these days, and even lost the direction and motivation of action several times.

However, this is obviously wrong, isn't it? These seemingly friendly humanoid creatures in front of us are all non-human "alien". Not long ago, they were the life and death enemies of all humans!

Just when John suddenly woke up and all kinds of thoughts were wandering in his mind, he heard the living corpse lady in front of him suddenly said again:

"However, Mr. Stewart, I have another piece of news here... which may be good news for you. Do you want to come and hear it?"

"What?" John asked subconsciously.

"There is still one person in the team that sir was in, who may still be alive."

Is this good news? Of course it is!

When John heard this, he immediately thought of nothing else. He put aside everything and suddenly raised his head, looking past the other person's silhouette towards the entire row of tombstones. Although the night was dark, he could still see the outline more or less clearly here.

, he counted quickly from left to right.

Because the tombstones had not been finished yet, he had not noticed just now that the number of tombstones compared to the number of team members... was actually one less!

"Who? Who?" John thought anxiously.