The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 3

Gwen took out the mechanical heart from the female corpse and stuffed it into her empty chest.

The next moment, a warm feeling flowed from his chest.

His unconscious fingers and toes felt a little bit of warmth, and his consciousness, spirit and soul all returned.For example, after walking for an hour in knee-high snow, you return to a room where the heater is turned on and the fire is shining brightly.

A strange power emerged from the mechanical heart, and fragments of five memories began to emerge continuously.In his mind, he couldn't tell for a moment whether the body's self-awareness was 'I', 'Gwen', or 'Mind Flayer'.But this confusion lasted only a few seconds, and the five memory fragments that lacked a lot of clues finally converged into a few simple words:

"Mind flayer Gwen on the train."

This sentence pattern is very simple, but when Gwen said it out of his mouth unconsciously, he felt that the non-existent heart seemed to be backlogged by some kind of force.The warm source force gushing from the heart of the tool resisted the cold like a tarsus.Simultaneously, blurred signs of ghosting began to appear in the field of vision.

Gwen took a deep breath, and he noticed that the female corpse in front of him seemed to be looking at him.

The eyeballs under the closed eyelids seem to still have vision and perception.

those eyes,

The dead close their eyes,

"Looking at my...heart?"

Even the hungry little bear and the irritable big cat he encountered in the wild before crossing did not give him such a sense of crisis.As if being aimed at some sort of shotgun capable of knocking down elephants in one shot, not one, but hundreds.

At the same time, five different voices mixed and whispered in his mind, and the chaotic and complicated memories and knowledge of the five corpses including himself poured into his brain, almost contradicting himself.

[That's a curse...] [It's a legend on the train...] [It's a story...]

Among the noisy voices, a girl's voice with a very light and tired voice said in a calm tone that was different from others hiding fear or panic:
[The name is 呪, in the phenomenon formed by the source force, there is this kind of skill of "speaking the name and being cursed". 】

【…It is an extremely high-level source force skill, which comes from the echo of a strange talk in a certain carriage of the country on this train. In 1903, during the Frost Season, a sighting of a dead body unraveled a disgusting serial murder that had lasted 17 years to this day, Mind Flayer Gwen, as they called her.If you connect 'Mind Flayer Gwen' with 'a certain scene', it will trigger the remaining source power of the ghost talk, and dig out the heart of the speaker. 】

At the same time as saying the name and location, the mind flayer will come to the door?

"It's really bad."

Gwen heard his mechanical heart begin to make an overwhelmed sound, but at this time he had regained his calm, and the only force that could resist Yuanli was Yuanli.A lot of memories of penance came from those four corpses, and the five corpses including myself had memories of the "exercise of source power" flooding up.

Through mystic rituals, the exercisers of source power let the scenery in their hearts clearly appear in their minds, and then obtain the seeds of source power according to this "spiritual portrayal", and strengthen them through repeated training.This is literally the easiest way to obtain source power.

But since it is public training information, there are still relatively few people who can become envoys of origin force.

Three out of five failed.

The only two successful people are the current Gwen, and the "Gwen No. [-]" whose true identity is the "carrier of mind flayers" in the gorgeous coffin.

At the same time, the successful experience of these two people was instilled in his mind.

With double the practice experience, Gwen felt that the source force in the mechanical heart in his chest was running more smoothly.

In an instant, there was a terrifying pain in his chest, like being forced to run while cramping.He put his hands in front of his chest, lowered his head, only to find that the huge opening in his chest had closed at some point, and that heart, a mechanical heart, began to beat.

thump, thump, thump—

"So it is."

When the source of power is awakened, visions will appear.

Gwen covered her eyes with her hands, and looked sideways at the only mirror in the room.

It was a face almost identical to that of the 'mind flayer'!
Fairness does not mean paleness, exquisiteness rather than coquettishness, a handsome face.These are just ordinary, the real concern is the eyes, which can no longer see the original color, but like a group of blue flames frozen in a crystal ball.

The world in front of me suddenly refurbished.

A mass of black suddenly enveloped the surroundings, and Gwen was startled to find himself in a vast starry sky. Countless fluorescent fallen leaves were swept by the storm to cover his vision, and were blown away immediately.

In the next moment, he saw the scenery in his heart, the haven of his soul and the abstract symbol.

A huge tree appeared in front of him, with firefly-like fallen leaves falling from the tree, and glowing vines hanging from the branches, a kind of numerous, glowing 'cats' like a ball of fur Perched on a tree.There was a weak but warm campfire burning in front of the tree.Around the campfire, five oil paintings were scattered with cat statues standing on them, and the surface of the paintings was covered by gray-white mist.

Only one painting was not covered by the fog.

It depicts a young teenager who looks almost like a mind flayer, with a cute smile, holding a medical book in both hands, and curiously looking at everything in the study with his blue eyes.

He seemed to sense Gwen's gaze.

He looked over, raised his eyebrows in surprise, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and curled his lips, which didn't look like a boy, uttered a silent sentence:
"Thank you, mind flayer."

... The fire in this harbor of the soul is gradually dimming, and Gwen looks at this peaceful place getting farther and farther away, feeling a sense of reluctance in her heart.

Opening her eyes, Gwen returned to reality.

"I've fully understood."

Gwen clutched his chest. The mind flayer's curse had been dispelled by his source power, but his heart was still filled with a sense of loss.

A picture emerged in his memory:
[Mind Flayer Gwen fell to the ground, and the body that had already died and was controlled by the "Ghost Story" began to wither. An old man used some kind of cloth to "seal" it, preventing the corpse from decomposing and at the same time separating the Monster Talk Sealed on the corpse, he muttered to himself, "The main body of the strange story has already been obtained. Although the murder puppet with missing parts is produced, it is also a top-level killing puppet"...]

Gwen glanced at the old thing's body, and sighed, "So you protected everyone under the mind flayer?" 'If it hadn't been for the long-planned kidnapping of four innocent people, I'm afraid this old man could still be regarded as a person who did good deeds unintentionally.But it's a pity that Gwen inherited the mind flayer's original power ability 'spying of the same kind', allowing him to see how many innocents this old thing has killed.

so many...

Even the mind flayer's instinct thought, 'You are so good at killing, why are you still looking for me'.

Of course, this is just the "instinctive words" of the mind flayer's instinct. Naturally, the mind flayer Gwen produced would not be used for something as easy as "killing ordinary people".Mind flayers will be used for the 'assassin' role.

All Gwen can know is that there are many obvious "disguise skills" and "assassination skills" in her broken memory, which are probably stuffed in by playing with memory.Now that we have played with the forbidden area of ​​life, we might as well explore the ethically forbidden area of ​​memory.This old thing probably died tens of millions of times would not be enough.

On the desk in this laboratory, there are work memos that are not diaries.

There are no such topics as dreams, hobbies, and philosophies of this old thing, but cold data and some records:
"...The mechanical heart needs source power to be driven. The most convenient source of power comes from the heart of a 'humanoid creature'. If daily consumption is maintained...killing one or two a day...is enough."

"...The orphanage carriages on the train, the relief carriage carriages, there are a lot of materials."

"...If you want it to develop and produce source power like a normal person, you can use the heart of the source force messenger, which can last for about 90 days...I found some good source force messengers...the list provided by the society."

"...Some idiots only need to threaten with mortal life, and they will submit obediently."

"..."

Even Gwen couldn't contain the nausea rising in her heart.

Sure enough, this old thing is no longer a human being, and he even uses "only" to describe human beings.

...But he patiently flipped through the memo quickly, and recorded three important clues from it.

First, how to make 'diesel'.

Second, the list and location of the origin messengers are not because he wants to hunt these people, but because he wants to get "evil to the point that even if he cuts his chest open and cut his heart into a roast goose, others will only clap his hands" through these people. The list and clues of the source of joy', according to his cognition, won't a creature that gets a little power and doesn't treat its kind as a human being lie down at his feet?
This one is the lifespan of 90 days.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a happy smile:

"Old man, I didn't expect you to be the first beast to be made into diesel."

Third, the safe password.

...that's right, the safe code.Gwen knew that this was a different world, and he had no experience of surviving in it, but he believed it!If you have a certain amount of money, even if you don't know anything about this world, you can use money to open a way like a girl from the ancient tomb sect who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world!
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