My Cell Prison

Chapter 159: Strange

Boom!

Han Dong closed the door heavily as he was dragged out of the study.

It seemed that some kind of change was taking place inside due to Han Dong's 'peek'.

It was shaking.

That's right, Han Dong, who had experienced death once, was trembling uncontrollably.

The difference, there was a clear difference with the feeling of death.

In the instant just now, if he were to truly come face to face with that unexpected guest [face to face], Han Dong felt that he might be in a level even more terrifying than death.

The trembling of Han Dong's body at this time was at the biological instinct of dread and fear of the 'absolute unknown'.

Fear if you don't know.

"What did you see?"

"The room is packed with white tentacles, and Viscount Alex is creating in an odd state, and there's a mysterious man overseeing it all."

"A mystery man!"

When Celeste heard the news, she was ready to break in hard and capture the 'suspect' controlling Viscount Alex.

Snap!

Han Dong stretched out his right arm, pulling out all his strength to tug on Celeste's arm.

"Don't go,

I once saw [Baker the Fallen] without any reaction. But when I saw this man, there was a sense of despair of being in an endless abyss, possibly dying, you must not go!"

Han Dong's eyes were quite serious, and he stiffly pulled Celeste back.

"What does the other side look like?"

"The yellow robe covers the whole body and no features are visible, "

"A yellow robe?"

Celeste seemed to have thought of something terrible, and resolutely gave up breaking into the study, immediately picking up Han Dong while retreating together.

It was at this moment.

The fog that was originally diffused in the residence all sank into the ground and disappeared, even the little magic eye couldn't catch it, the house seemed to return to normal.

The sense of pollution disappeared completely.

Ka-ching!

The [Main Creation Room] opened again.

No longer any white mist and tentacles appeared from between the cracks of the door.

In its place, a trembling arm gripped the side of the door and dragged the body out.

Viscount Alex slowly crawled out.

He had woken up from his sleepwalking state with a look of utter horror

Thick traces of pollution remained near his eyes.

Hoarsely.

"Help me! Please help me!

Why is it that I was baptized with Holy Light and still couldn't eliminate the dream?

Instead, it made the person in the dream move faster and get closer to me!

If I sleep again, I might be killed, I don't want to be a slave to it, I don't want to lose my right to be human!"

It was at that moment.

More than ten support units of the Holy Knights arrived and immediately placed a complete lockdown on the scene.

First, through hypnosis, they stabilized Viscount Alex's physical state, then chained his body with chain shackles to take him away from the mansion.

Strange.

During the subsequent search of the Martini mansion.

The contamination that once pervaded the place had disappeared completely.

The later members of the Order, even if they took out their sensor devices, could not detect any scent of pollution.

It was as if the white mist, the tentacles overflowing the study, had disappeared along with the 'mysterious man'.

1. When they searched Alex's study, they did not find any works that contained knowledge of life outside of the city or the evil formation. There were only some ordinary scripts and communication documents about the Destiny Space.

2. in addition, according to the information about the 'sleepwalking dugout' revealed by the butler.

There was no longer any trace of the earth pits that had been dug out in the backyard, after each sleepwalking dig, the servant in charge of working in the backyard would promptly fill the earth pits.

However, there were oddities.

Except for the mother who had been taken away by Cass.

The Martini family had more than thirty servants in the house, all of whom had disappeared along with the white mist that had spread through the mansion after tonight's events.

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Holy Knights - Shining Garden

Viscount Alex Martini was fully exposed to the holy light illumination for the interrogation.

Han Dong, as the 'person in the know', followed the Celeste Knight the entire time after confirming that he was not infected, and counted as a second-in-command as a spectator to the interrogation.

By the second soldier commander of the Sacred Knights, Corvey, who majored in [Library - Divine Domain]. Elliot, conducts the induced interrogation.

Based on the clues, the interrogation focused on two aspects.

[Dreamland] and [Opera House].

"What did you dream about?"

"The scene in the dream was exactly the same as my house, and it was only because I had a unique perspective on dreams that I was able to recognize it as a dream, I was sleeping on my bed in the master bedroom, and I couldn't move my body.

And on the wall directly opposite me, there was a painting.

A painting that didn't belong in my house.

It was a painting of indescribable horror, filled with content above my sphere of understanding, a kind of abstract painting made through the distorted metamorphosis of different words.

Then, in front of the painting, stood a 'human'.

It was only because it was the same height as a human that I took it to be a human.

In every dream, it stood next to the painting."

"The appearance, the features?"

"I can't see, the darkness is his shelter, I can only feel it staring at me, a stare that sends chills down my back and makes me restless."

"The dream is the same every day?"

"The scene is the same, but this one keeps getting closer.

Yesterday! It is already standing at the end of the bed, and if I dream one more dream, I will fall into a dark abyss and lose my chance to be human, Please, you must save me."

Corvey Elliot waved his hand, and the warm holy light immediately soothed Alex's emotions.

"Second problem, from what I heard from the steward.

You visited the Opera House once a few days before the strange dreams began to affect you?"

Alex nodded evenly.

"Writers' circles often get together and talk about ways to find inspiration.

About two weeks ago, someone mentioned that the second floor [of the Sacred Soul Opera House] was going to host the most magnificent stage show ever, and we all agreed and went the next day to see this 'magnificent' show about, "

When it came to this, Alex suddenly felt that the 'memories' that should have been stored in his head were missing.

He only remembered seeing a magnificent and grand performance, and only remembered that it had shocked his heart and brought a whole new inspiration to his creation.

But all the information he had about the 'opera' had disappeared from his memory.

"Which writers did you meet up with to enter the opera?" Covey. Elliot continued his questioning.

"Baron Simon, Viscount Wordsworth, Master Louis, "

Covey Elliot left the room temporarily, and after some discussion with the outsider, returned to the interrogation room with the relevant information.

"These are the relevant documents from your fellow writers in the statement you just gave."

As Viscount Alex flipped through these documents, his entire body trembled, his eyes overflowed with fear, and his mouth kept repeating, "No way, no way, "

Covey Elliot said flatly, "The [Sacred Soul Opera House] you're talking about, not to mention the second floor, has never existed in the entire Sacred City.

Furthermore, the fellow writer you mentioned would have already disappeared for over ten years if it weren't for the bony occupants of the cemetery."

The information handed to Alex was all of the personnel death files backed up by the local security branch.

In other words.

Viscount Alex followed a group of dead people to a 'non-existent' opera house to see a magnificent 'unmemorable' performance.