The Righteous Player(s)

I don't know if it is a psychological effect or the venom actually has an effect.

As soon as Annan began to search the living room, he began to feel a little warmth in his left leg bitten by the snake.

There is no pain or numbness, but a warm current flowing slowly on the left leg.

But this feeling...

Annan's expression became more subtle.

...It's not like being bitten by a snake, it's a bit like peeing in your pants.

"Is this really Bernardino's dream?"

Annan suddenly said.

Because there is no memory and knowledge of being bitten by a snake in the brain, it is automatically replaced with other similar materials?

Then this dream hasn't automatically crashed due to the lack of key materials. This logic is still more advanced than Chun Meng.

"Huh? This is..."

Annan suddenly saw Bernardino's schedule.

It's a bit like a calendar, but only one month. It was posted directly on the wall.

The year is not marked, but you can see that the month is September.

Annan approached to investigate.

I saw that from the 1st to the 27th, they were all circled out by the red pen. And underneath is something written with a black pen.

If you compare each other, you can vaguely see from the above that the words written on the daily schedule are exactly the same.

【Exercise】

【Exercise】

【Exercise】

...

From the 1st to the 29th, they are all covered by the same words. It can be said to be a meaningless schedule. And the ones that were not ticked off by the red pen, only three days were left.

In other words, this should be the evening of the 27th or the 28th.

——But only at the 30th position, there are completely different words.

The red pen says... [murder] on it.

When Annan saw the word clearly, there was a sudden gust of wind in the living room.

The lights in the room flickered, flickered violently twice, and then suddenly went out.

The sound of falling objects and broken objects sounded continuously, as if someone had swept all the things on the table unreasonably.

When the lights became bright again, the living room that was good before had become ruins.

"...Well, if the priest returns now, I think Beckham should be beaten."

Annan sighed.

The shattered things in the whole room have been broken and clean.

Even the table in the living room collapsed by one leg. Everything on the table slipped down from above, and the fish tank also showed signs of being broken, and the fish in it turned into dead bodies and floated on it.

In the fish tank, there are also broken plaster blocks and the head of Father Ludwig who is dead.

The head sank quietly at the bottom of the fish tank.

Annan glanced over, and seemed to be able to see a faint smile from above.

At this moment, Annan heard the sound of something rolling over.

He looked down and found that the head of Father Ludwig rolled over like a football and landed at Annan’s feet.

"It seems that this is completely incompatible with the priest's head."

Annan couldn't help but vomit: "I have scored three times, why does your family have so many heads?"

If it weren't for the players outside, he even wanted to hum the newly composed nursery rhymes.

The priest's head is like a ball...

Seriously, he just saw the ball rolling over, really wanting to kick it out.

Annan walked around the head that he didn't know where it was coming from, and saw a torn list slipped off the table.

Fortunately, this is the bottom half of the list.

Although the list was torn off at an angle. But judging from the remaining part, this should be something similar to a psychological diagnosis sheet.

"... (torn to pieces) combined with interventional therapy."

"...The rituals accepted by the person (torn to pieces) include'forced calm (medium: Baicaohua)' and'desire to dilute'. The intensity of the ritual is weak."

"The spells recommended for patients are'memory reading' and'memory falsification'. It is predicted that there will be no postoperative adverse reactions."

"I am in a good state of mind. It is recommended to reduce work pressure, ensure a light diet, adequate sleep, and adjust the mood at home. Accept the ritual after two weeks to remove bad memories."

"This is, psychotherapy?"

Annan murmured.

He vaguely realized something.

It seems that what happened that year was not as simple as he thought at first.

But the question is... is this a treatment for Father Ludwig or a treatment for Bernardino?

He put down the documents in his hand.

When he raised his head, Annan's pupils shrank slightly.

The originally closed room was opened at some unknown time.

Father Ludwig did not know when to stand there, looking at him indifferently.

"what are you doing?"

The priest's stern voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Don't waste time."

Only then did Annan realize that it was not the real priest standing in front...but the sculpture of Father Ludwig.

If you take a closer look, there are still some differences. There are still some blunt marks on his expression. Annan was shocked just now, partly because the lights were still a little dim, and the other was because he saw this as soon as he looked up.

But if it is said that this is a sculpture made by Bernardino himself... its quality can be said to be too high.

Is this really a level that a person who has studied sculpture for two years can achieve?

At this moment, Annan felt a rush of heat and dizziness sweeping through his body.

He seemed to vaguely hear someone calling himself... but he couldn't hear anything.

There was a violent nausea in his abdomen as the world turned around for a while.

Annan suddenly felt like he was about to fall-he subconsciously supported the wall and supported his body with the cane held in his left hand.

But he realized it almost immediately.

cane?

What cane?

Did I hold a cane in my left hand before?

Annan remembered that he had read the list of psychological evaluations before, and he immediately reacted-he couldn't have anything in his hands before.

He raised his left hand and carefully observed the metal cane that appeared in his left hand for no apparent reason.

This is a black, heavy cane.

It's not so much a walking stick, but the shape is more similar to a crowbar. The tail end near the ground has a small sharp corner, which is more suitable for exerting force. The side of the hand is covered with bandages.

It's not so much a walking stick ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it's a weapon to attack someone.

Annan waved a little, making a whistling noise.

He was taken aback at once.

Some unbelievers shook it twice. This time it was aimed at the target, and the flower pot on the window sill was easily smashed with just one blow.

Afterwards, he aimed at the table with a broken leg.

Swing vigorously again, breaking the other table leg directly.

If you get hit in the head by this thing... I'm afraid it will be kicked on the spot.

"This stuff..."

Annan couldn't help exclaiming: "It's so easy!"

(End of this chapter)

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