Her eyes widened. This kind of distance... no matter how "genius" she is, she can't reach this level? Before she could think about it, the thing that had knocked Ethan to the ground suddenly disappeared. As if turning from a solid entity into an illusion, its body dissipated into smoke, and driven by the wind, it brushed across her body in countless strands, and once again gathered together behind her. "boom!" There was a muffled sound. "what……" From Ethan's perspective, Hitzfeld's right eye suddenly widened, and the light in his eyes was quickly fading. "No...you beast!!!!!" Ethan's eyes suddenly turned red.
Although he had only known the girl for a few days and didn't know much about her, he was deeply impressed by her intelligence, prudence, and the kind of kindness that she herself hadn't noticed. She was very considerate of others, and when she found out that he had no talent, she immediately wanted to stop him, hoping that he would not waste his time. And what she said about wanting to help the lady... and why she was here, these things can be understood if you just think about it. The girl's body fell limply, and before Ethan could get up, a cold light suddenly fell. He turned over and the sickle cut deep into the cement. Just then, Ethan saw the girl's body move. "!?" How can this be? She couldn't swing the knife at that distance just now, so she must have been hit. But this thing is extremely powerful... Should her brain have exploded in there? Hitzfeld was indeed not dead. She turned over, struggled to raise her hands to tear off the blindfold, and sure enough, she entered that "dream" state again. Countless whispers. Countless noisy dreams. The world was changing before her eyes. She saw an illusory human figure emerging from the back of the strange shadow, and subconsciously raised her gun and pulled the trigger at it. "boom!" It was as if something heavy had fallen down and pressed down on me. "Pfft!" The girl felt a tightness in her chest and almost thought she was going to die from a spurt of blood.
-------- I haven’t used scheduled publishing systematically for almost 4 years, and I completely forgot about it! I overslept today, cough cough, accident. I will try to use scheduled releases to update in the future. In addition, I saw some readers said that it is not good to post comments to complain about this issue. Hmm... maybe I will post some small comments like this every once in a while? It is more daily, so you can chat casually. Finally, in order to change my indifferent and somewhat lazy mentality, I decided to mark out the daily reward list. Otherwise, it would be boring to put myself in their shoes and throw stones without making any sound after a long time. That's it. See you tomorrow~ Chapter 22 Nightmare Man Struggling to push away the heavy object on her body - that is, the mummy, the girl lay on the ground gasping for breath. Is my life just wasted? His whole body was numb, his brain was aching, his eyes were tightly closed, and Hitzfeld lamented about his future. Insomnia, for one. Physical waste, this is the second. The shooting skills are terrible...this is the third one. You also have to deal with the weird whispers that will surely intensify over time, and live in a world where nightmare monsters may appear at any time. Maybe she was overestimating her own abilities. With her small body, it would be a blessing if she could protect herself. Yet, she still had time to think about others. and…… How was she going to explain to Ethan that she showed up here so late at night? It would be nice if I could pass out. "Hitzfeld!" With her eyes closed, she felt a breath approaching her. A pair of rough, dusty hands held her face and patted it gently. "Wake up! Hitzfeld!" The girl stood still. She has to act more like one. This scared Ethan, and he quickly took out a small bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap and put it under the girl's nose. A horrible smell like rotten salted fish, smelly socks that hadn't been washed for three months, and sewer sludge instantly dominated her sense of smell. "Pfft! Cough cough cough cough!" She suddenly turned over and hit her head on Ethan's nose. She lay there coughing and retching.
"This is a special smelling salt." Ethan covered his nose and came closer. He clenched his fist like a gentleman and gently hit her back. "I'm sorry... I didn't expect you to react so strongly..." "But you saved my life, Hitzfeld." "For this reason, I will not pursue the matter of you sneaking out, which means I will not go to Madam to complain." "Ahem...how do you know I didn't ask my wife's consent?" "Because it's simply impossible." The tone was slightly hesitant. But Ethan quickly made up his mind. "As a reward for saving me..." Anyway, it's not any particularly important information, and she is now a party involved, so there is nothing she can't say. "You should have heard Madam mention that she once had a daughter." He began to explain. "Yes." The girl wiped the corner of her mouth and secretly put the blindfold back on while he was looking at the mummy. "Some of your guesses are correct." Ethan said. "She was indeed one of us, and her status was not low. She was known as the 'Iron-blooded Instructor' in the organization at that time." "It's just that she retired after a major case 40 years ago. She had some psychological problems and no longer insisted on agreeing with certain ideas." "But we still respect her and she respects us, and we are warmly received every time we visit her." "Everything started to change after Anna got into trouble... In fact, this is indeed our responsibility. We discovered that she had the talent to become a superhuman. Despite Madam's objections, we secretly contacted Anna to consult her about her own ideas and took her away in this way." "But Anna soon got into trouble." "She was involved in an extremely horrific corruption incident, and along with the agents we sent out at the time...she was killed." "So that's why the Madame doesn't like you guys?" Hitzfeld panted, feeling his strength gradually returning. Sometimes she didn't even know whether she was still a human being. No need to sleep, even if you are physically weak, you can always recover in a very short period of time. How can human beings be like this? However, compared with these concerns, the rare information that Ethan was willing to reveal was indeed more attractive. She thought of the lady's attitude towards Ethan, and how Ethan always evaded the lady's gaze, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.
So at that time... did Madam think of me... as Anna... Maybe, or maybe, he just sees me as a substitute. But the worry is real. She didn't want me to join the Shadow Lions because she was afraid I would go the same way as Anna. Those things that I once couldn't understand can finally be explained. Naturally, such a lady would not agree to let her go out at this time. "I'll send you back secretly." Ethan took out another roll of gauze and began to bandage himself. "And then lock you up... a child like you should just hide away and sleep." He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a horizontal cut across his abdomen. Compared to those corpses, this incision was already very small. But even so, it was still ten centimeters long, and Ethan needed to carefully apply medicine before he could start bandaging it. "Let me do it." Seeing how hard he was struggling, the girl gathered her skirt, stood up, walked to his side, knelt down, and began to help treat his injuries. "There's one thing I still don't understand, which is that you're okay." Looking at the girl's half-hanging gray hair, Ethan turned his head somewhat unnaturally and looked at the mummy lying beside him. “It didn’t hit hard.” That was the only explanation Hitzfeld could give. "I thought maybe it wasn't working hard enough." "Really? But at that time..." Ethan frowned. With that kind of noise and that loud bang, he would have fainted even if he was fine. "Is there any other explanation?" After using a little force, Ethan grimaced in pain, and Hitzfeld began to change the subject: "You haven't told me what it is yet." She also looked at the mummy next to her. It was still wearing its coat and hat, and if one didn't get closer to look at its face, anyone would have thought it was one of the same species. "'Nightmare Man'... a cunning killer." Ethan replied. "It has two forms. One is what you see now, and the other is that it can transform its body into a virtual form and sneak into the dream world. It can switch between these two forms freely at will. Old Weir and the two previous cases in the Bridge Street District were all its work."
"So sure?" "I heard from Ayn Rand that you had been to the scene, so you should know that the bodies were covered with signs of long-term abuse." "Um……" "Many traces would take three or four days or even more than a week to be left, but the deceased behaved normally in the previous few days. This could only be the result of an accidental injury." "Advent?" "It came from the dream world." Ethan took a breath, "This thing..."