Personality V: I will save everything

As he was walking, Karl suddenly stopped as if he was under a spell. It was not because he had already judged all the gang members, but because he keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian.

At the same time, Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian also felt the changes in themselves. They looked at each other at the same time, and then said in unison: "The blood of sinners is indeed suitable for nourishing us."

Indeed, all along the way, Carl was in charge of all the executions. During this period, in order to prevent blood from splashing on Carl's body, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu always held black umbrellas to shield Carl from the blood splattering everywhere. And everyone knew that the souls of Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian were both living in the umbrellas.

The endless stream of scarlet blood hit the black umbrella like raindrops, as if injecting endless power into it. As time went on, the evil spirit emanating from Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian became stronger and stronger, like a surging wave, which made people shudder.

In other words, they are becoming increasingly powerful, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, about to spread their wings and soar into the sky.

No, to be exact...it would be more appropriate to say it this way...

"Have we two...become evil?"

Transforming from a ghost to a demon, does this mean a certain level of advancement? Ghosts are usually considered to be separate entities; however, a demon is different from an ordinary ghost, it is more like a unique entity with a specific name.

"So you two are leaving?" Karl suddenly asked. If they become evil spirits, they are no longer ghosts in a sense, which means Karl is not in charge of them. If Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu want to leave, Karl will not stop them.

"No, we're never leaving."

Just like the oath they made to Carl at that time——

"In our country, there is a saying: Our bodies and hair are inherited from our parents. My two brothers died hundreds of years ago. Now that you have given us a new life, we must swear to be loyal to you until death. My two brothers swear here that if we disobey you, we will be struck by lightning and fall into hell forever."

They will never leave Carl, just as they swore, they will be loyal forever.

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“Well… okay…” Carl stood where he was and jumped lightly twice, as if this could help him change his thoughts and break the slightly dull atmosphere at the moment.

His bright eyes flashed with determination, and he continued: "So what are we waiting for? Let's continue this trial!"

At this time, Carl was still holding the heavy book tightly in his hands, his face filled with unconcealable joy, just like an innocent child who was looking forward to embarking on a spring outing.

However, unlike ordinary children, Carl is not going to an amusement park full of laughter, nor a warm meadow with sunshine and green grass.

On the contrary, he is heading towards an increasingly dark and deep gangster world, which is full of endless crimes and corruption. Every step may lead to a dangerous quagmire, but this does not scare Carl, because he knows that he has a sacred mission - to judge those who have committed crimes.

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Just like that, as if a plot that could not appear in the most ridiculous book happened here, a little child broke into the gang alone and killed all the criminals here. The only evidence left to prove that all this really happened was his blood-stained shoe prints.

Carl deliberately waited until all the gang members were tried before going to find Victor. Victor made him wait for so long, and he wanted to take a little revenge.

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Victor stood quietly in the room like a sculpture, his eyes confused and helpless, as if he was lost in an endless fog. At this moment, he was completely at a loss, his heart was filled with anxiety and fear.

The tightly closed and locked door was like an unbridgeable chasm that completely isolated him from the outside world. However, despite this, through the narrow crack in the door, he could still clearly hear the horrifying screams and chaotic footsteps coming from outside. These sounds intertwined together, like a horrific symphony, constantly attacking his fragile nerves.

"Could this be a fierce gunfight?" Victor thought to himself. But then he felt something was wrong, because if it was a gunfight, the most critical element - the sound of gunfire - had never been heard even once. This anomaly made Victor fall into deeper confusion.

Victor felt like a trapped animal in a cage, unable to break free from the predicament. He began to think about how he should deal with the current situation. Should he silently pray that the mysterious person who suddenly broke into the gang and caused this chaos would be able to notice the existence of a closed room here?

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, another worry came to his mind. If the other party was not a kind person, but someone with malicious intentions, then once he was discovered, he would probably not be able to escape the bad luck, and he might even die on the spot. Thinking of this, Victor couldn't help but shudder, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

However, if the other party failed to notice his presence, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for Victor. After all, this was just a small cramped house, and although there was some food stored in it, the quantity was very limited.

What's worse is that this room doesn't even have a window for ventilation and light, and the only thing connected to the outside world is the lonely door. If this tightly closed door is never opened, then Victor is likely to face despair - being trapped here and eventually starving to death.

In other words, he would die either way, but if the door was not opened, he would have no way out. If the door was opened, he might still have a chance of survival, but he could only pray that the other person was a good person.

Victor leaned against the door tightly, curling up involuntarily, as if he wanted to blend into the cold and hard door. Although he was extremely afraid of the sound coming from outside the door, this was his last line of defense to maintain a weak connection with the outside world.

Victor's thoughts gradually drifted away, back to that distant but clear moment - the moment when he and Karl first met. At that time, he was extremely surprised by the aristocratic boy with strange behavior in front of him.

Carl was dressed in gorgeous and dazzling clothes, but what was puzzling was that he was willing to humble himself and take the initiative to make friends with an ordinary little postman like himself who was at the bottom of society.

What is even more unexpected is that in order to get close to Victor, Carl even hid in the dense grass, completely ignoring his originally neat and clean image and becoming disheveled.

Victor could not help but fall into deep regret and self-blame. He began to reflect on whether their story would have ended differently if he had responded bravely instead of escaping or ignoring Carl's friendly overtures.

Perhaps, they could have become close friends who could talk about anything; perhaps, the trajectory of their fate would have changed drastically... Unfortunately, everything is just if.

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"Click!" There was a crisp sound, which was the sound of the door key turning.

Victor was so frightened that he stepped back and kept his distance from the door.

He even began to think about what could be used as a weapon in the room, but he knew without a doubt that there was nothing. How could the gangsters who imprisoned him put weapons in the room?

Finally, the door opened. Victor closed his eyes in fear, but the sound coming from the door was extremely familiar to him.

"Victor is fine now, come with me."

Victor opened his eyes in surprise. The person who came was Carl. Although they had not met many times and had always communicated through letters, he swore that Carl's appearance would always linger in his mind.

"Carl, why are you here? What happened just now?" Victor had so many questions he wanted to ask Carl, but all Carl did was help him up from the ground, then held his hand and walked outside.

But after a few steps, Victor couldn't stand it anymore.

"vomit----"

Victor covered his mouth and didn't dare to move his hands away at all. He was afraid that he would vomit if he moved his hands away.

Don’t blame Victor for having such a big reaction. It’s mainly because the visual impact of it all is too great. There is a strong smell of blood everywhere, and the blood has dyed the walls and ceiling of the corridor into a red tunnel.

"Are you okay?" Carl turned his head with some concern and handed Victor a handkerchief.

Victor tried his best to swallow back the food that was rising in his stomach, then asked, "Carl, what on earth...what on earth happened?!"

Facing Victor's questioning, Carl just tilted his head in a strange way, "Victor, you don't usually go to church, right?"

Victor didn't understand why Carl gave a irrelevant answer, but Carl's question was right. He really didn't have much time to go to church. Sundays in the church were meaningless to him. Those letters would not be reduced just because it was Sunday.

Victor nodded, and Carl, seeing Victor's answer, smiled as if to expect it.

“If you want to know the answer, follow me.” Carl still held Victor’s hand tightly. Although Victor felt that he could shake Carl’s hand off with a light shake, he felt that if he did that, he might also become a part of the red channel.

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Victor was led by Carl like this, and they kept walking outside until they walked out of the gang's area, and then Carl stopped.

This is also the end of the red channel. Carl suddenly turned his head. This was the only time he let go of Victor's hand because he needed to use both hands to strike the match in his hand.

The lit match fell to the ground. There was clearly blood on the ground, but the moment it touched the match, it quickly burned like gasoline.

In just a moment of breathing, the entire gang area was instantly on fire.

Carl looked at the blazing flames and couldn't help but grin, muttering softly, "Sure enough, blood full of sin is the best fuel!"

Carl began to feel lucky that he had prepared a small bottle of blood in advance. Now he had a birthday present for Andrew! ?(?^o^?)?

"Let's go, Victor. I'll show you the answer." Carl happily grabbed Victor's hands, walked around a few times, and then took Victor's hand and continued to walk outside.

In the light of the fire, Victor felt that Carl’s face at that moment was... very scary.

That was the trembling of the soul within one's body.

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Carl held Victor's hand tightly and walked forward firmly and powerfully. Their steps were slow and steady, but each step was accompanied by an inexplicable tension. As time went on, Victor began to notice something unusual.

At first, when they were in that bloody place, Victor thought that the blood on Carl's soles was just an accident. After all, the strong smell of blood and mottled bloodstains were everywhere, so it was inevitable that they would be contaminated. However, at this moment, they were already dozens of meters away from that horrible place, but the shoe prints left on the path Carl walked were still bright red, with no signs of fading or lightening.

Those shoe prints looked like they had just stepped out of a pool of blood; they were clearly visible and shocking.

Victor felt a chill creeping up his back, and his legs even began to weaken, but he still didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, as he had to keep following Carl.

Finally, Carl arrived at his destination, but looking at the building in front of him, Victor was shocked, because——this was a church.

Carl pushed open the door of the church without any obstruction, pointed at the stained glass windows of the church, and said to Victor: "Look! That's me!"