Crimson Comes

Wei Wei would see this pattern in his dreams every night, but never thought that it could also be possible in reality.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the imprint, but his palm was trembling.

I was actually afraid in my heart, I was afraid that the imprint was fake, and with a light touch, it would be broken like a dream...

But he still plucked up his courage and touched the pattern.

At this moment, the heart almost jumped out of the chest, and then, a strong joy flooded into the heart instantly.

According to official reports and news reports from the Iron City, members of that family had been killed three years ago.

But if they were really just an ordinary, spontaneous gathering of demon believers, as the investigation showed, there were only a few people in total, and they were all killed by themselves, then how could their logo appear in the Church of the Faceless Man? in?

It's easy, it's great.

For three years, I have been very reluctant to accept the fact that they are all dead.

I have always believed that they must have other accomplices, and other mentors or believers.

Can one day, we meet in the street or anywhere, and then sit down and drink something quietly.

But occasionally, sometimes, I also realize that the enemies may all be dead.

He doesn't like this state, whenever it appears, he will immediately divert his attention and stop thinking about it.

how can that be possible?

How could all the enemies be killed by him, they were just waiting for him somewhere, like old friends.

So he searched and searched...

…Until this moment, he saw the red rose again.

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……

The surrounding sounds seemed to have faded far away, only the sound of the heart beating drums hitting the brain one after another.

Wei Wei looked deeply at the imprint of flesh and blood that seemed to come alive.

Not a coincidence and similarity.

It was no coincidence, it was the same imprint, its distortions, its vivid eerieness, impossible to imitate.

The disappeared Father Ann.

A mysterious family that worships demons.

The Rose of Flesh was painted on the wall in the form of graffiti.

At this moment, Wei Wei only felt that the blood vessels in the brain seemed to be beating suddenly.

It seems that some things that were already desperate, scattered, that I thought were irrelevant, and even planned to forget forever, at this moment, suddenly seemed to be pierced by an invisible thread, and they seemed to be formed to some extent. A whole.

It's not clear enough, because the most critical parts of it are still missing...

...but it doesn't matter anymore.

Wei Wei shook his head vigorously, his eyes shone with surprise.

Flesh Rose.

Now that this sign has appeared again, it means that there are really some secrets about what happened back then...

There are really some others out there.

Great, great.

What is it, who is it, and what does it matter?

It turns out that it's really not over yet...

For a moment, Wei Wei even felt that the rose of flesh and blood suddenly illuminated his world like a ray of light.

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……

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He couldn't help laughing, and jumped downstairs briskly, as if he was dancing when he walked.

Downstairs, the old nun and the others were trembling. They had already discussed whether to call the police, but the phone was in the office on the second floor. They didn't dare to go up and call, and because the tricycle in the church broke down, they didn't dare to just call the police. run away...

this person……

Or this lunatic, his skills are simply too good, who knows if he will catch up once he runs away?

In the midst of panic, they watched Wei Wei jump down from the second floor in both horror and horror, and even took a dance step along the way.

The kind of square dancing.

"What did he find, and why is he so happy?"

They looked at the excited Wei Wei and felt puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask.

In panic, Wei Wei, who passed them by and seemed to be leaving at last, suddenly turned his head to look at them.

He raised his gun violently and pointed at the fat cook.

There is a gentle smile on his face, but there is no doubt: "Take off your pants."

"what?"

The fat cook almost fell to his knees.

He didn't know what this guy wanted to do to him at all, but facing the black muzzle of the gun and the smile on his face, he didn't dare to refuse, trembling, stretched it to the waistband, and then cruelly pulled himself pants off...

It was a tight pair of briefs with a strawberry pattern on them.

No matter the pattern or size, it seems that this fat cook should not wear it.

……

……

"Sure enough, I didn't remember wrongly. I even remember such a disgusting thing, so how could I miss the only good point?"

Wei Wei looked at the underwear he was wearing, and the smile on his face seemed to become brighter.

There was a strong longing in the finger on the trigger.

But Wei Wei forcibly held back.

Wearing underwear is not against the law, and I also wear very childlike underwear.

And in my memory, although the fat cook's eyes staring at Xiao Qiqi from behind are so annoying, it may be because I and other friends reacted quickly enough to escape with Xiao Qiqi in time. What specific things happened.

What's even more regrettable is that this wretched and hateful fat cook has never been infected by demons...

After a long time, he still sighed, put away the gun suddenly, and kicked the fat cook in the crotch.

Amidst the screams like killing a pig, Wei Wei turned and left with easy steps.

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Behind him, the old nun's face suddenly turned pale, and her body trembled violently:

"I remembered, he is that devil boy..."

"Isn't he dead?"

"He...he came back from hell..."

Chapter 62 My life is for him

Amid the terrified screams behind him, Wei Wei left the church briskly.

Great, what else is more meaningful than finding the direction of life?

Flesh Rose.

He could intuitively feel that this graffiti was not placed here by accident.

Since someone can erase the traces of Father An's life in this place with such a great ability, then no such obvious clues will be left. Perhaps that person knew that he would come back sooner or later, so he deliberately stayed for himself. watch?

In my heart, I hope that things will not end.

This person also knows his expectations?

Things are getting more and more interesting. Although it is complicated and confusing, Wei Wei feels unusually at ease.

Although it's just a rose pattern, it's enough...

Knowing that they are still there, knowing such a mark, is it still afraid that they will not be found?

The question is how to find them out...

At this moment, his brain was running at full speed, and his thinking was indescribably clear.

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……

It was already late at night, in a bedroom with a hideous mutant wolf head hanging on the wall and a strange gray carpet on the floor.

Yuan Guaizi, who had just experienced the most torturous meal in history, drove away two plump women and downed a large glass of whiskey, then lay down on the big bed covered with bearskin. The exhaustion and drunkenness surged, and he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know what he dreamed of, his expression was slightly ferocious, his teeth were creaking and moving.

It was as if he was gnawing on something that could make him feel happy.

Everything around was plunged into darkness, only the eyes of the wolf head on the wall, emitting a faint light...

"call……"

The cool wind blowing in from nowhere filled this safe room.

Yuan Guaizi frowned, suddenly woke up, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the face in front of him.

It was a black figure sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over, observing his face closely.

It was so close that it took up all of my field of vision.

"what……"

Yuan Guaizi's hairs stood on end, and an indistinct sound came from his throat. He suddenly turned over and pressed himself against the cold wall.

"Uncle Yuan, thank you very much..."

Just when Yuan Guaizi almost lost his mind and fumbled for the gun on the bed, the owner of this face suddenly spoke.

He kindly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, and the soft light dispelled the darkness in the room.

Only then did Yuan Guaizi see clearly Wei Wei's grateful and excited face, as well as the gentle gaze on his face.

He was sitting on the head of his bed with half a cigarette in his hand.

I can see clearly that it is Wei Wei, Yuan Guaizisong...

... No, I was not relieved at all, but more fear came to my heart, and I almost jumped up.

"you……"

He cursed at the top of his voice, but his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Are you crazy? How did you get in?"

"Really, thank you so much..."

Wei Wei didn't answer his words, but just thanked him sincerely: "Thanks to you, I found my purpose in life..."

"..."

Yuan Guaizi was completely stunned, what the hell is this?

Is this man a madman?

In the middle of the night, he sneaked into his room, sat on the edge of his bed, pressed his face tightly, and looked at himself in deep sleep.

Judging from the degree of burning of his cigarette, he seems to have been sitting beside his bed for a long time...

Just to tell yourself this?

This made Yuan Guaizi's three views almost collapse, and he felt a creepy feeling of being targeted by a demon.