Just as the eyes were opened on the head, a cold wind suddenly circled in the basement.

The candles, oil lamps, and even the only electric lamps are all out.

The entire basement was in darkness.

Only two scarlet spots bloomed with a hideous light.

That's...the eyes of the head!

"careful!"

The change shocked John, but it did not scare the sheriff to lose his power of movement. While taking out a flintlock revolver to shoot at the head, he pulled the old nun behind him.

John did not forget that he promised Lid to protect the old nun.

However, things were a bit unexpected.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Three shots hit the head and the eyebrows.

Although the surroundings are dark, the light from the head and eyes gives John the best lighting, like a "guide light".

But the head was unscathed!

The bullet hits it, and it will be useless except for a few sparks splashing.

On the contrary, a cold feeling came from the hands and quickly spread throughout the body.

Not the palm of the gun!

Yes... holding the old nun's palm.

"Is it?!"

The bad guess that surged in his heart made John subconsciously let go.

But he held the old nun's hand as if it was glued on strong glue and could not release it anyway.

And the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow.

As the cold came, a smooth and greasy liquid flowing between the neck without touching it. With the experience of the police and the smell of the fishy smell, he could tell that it was blood.

Then, the head appeared before John.

The necks intersect and the eyes are opposite.

Very intimate.

But if he could choose, John would never choose such an action.

Even the owner of this head was extremely young and beautiful during his lifetime.

But only one head was left, and it was still soaked in the blood and swollen, so no one could look at it calmly.

At the same time, a question appeared in John's heart.

Where has Sister Moni gone?

It seemed as if John was seeing his doubts, and his head showed an ugly smile, slightly shifted, giving up enough vision.

Immediately, John saw the old nun.

The old nun whose head was beaten to pieces and fell into a pool of blood.

"this?!"

John stood there in a daze.

Even though as a sheriff, he had experience that ordinary people did not have and had dealt with many vicious guys, the scene in front of him still caused a great impact on John.

He actually killed the person he wanted to protect?!

How is this possible?!

The impact made John feel unstable and his body shaking.

When the old nun who was lying in a pool of blood staggered from the ground, John felt even more shocked, and opened his mouth, exposed his sharp teeth, and turned a blind eye to his throat.

puff!

Blood sprayed out.

Pain is transmitted to the brain.

John touched his throat instinctively.

Just as his fingers touched the skin between his neck, the lights were on!

The candle, oil lamp and electric lamp are on at the same time!

The entire basement is filled with light.

That box is still a box.

The corpse in the box is still a corpse.

The head was fixed there, and although the eyes were opened, it was in an ordinary color and not scarlet.

The old nun prayed in a low voice, and a faint white light appeared on her body.

"My merciful Bernadai, your glory guards your believers!"

"My kind Bernardy, your glory protects the innocent!"

...

Looking at the white light, John quickly felt the peace of mind.

But everything that just happened in my mind became clearer and clearer.

"What just happened?"

When the old nun's prayer stopped, John asked impatiently.

Even though I have seen the inhuman power that Gong Lansen showed in the sewer, the scene in front of me is even more unforgettable.

The wave of gold formation is undoubtedly terrible.

But the moving corpse is even more terrifying.

Death is essentially the same.

But the fear brought by death is different, especially when it is involved with corpses, fear will be magnified countless times.

"The wandering brought by an uneasy soul."

"But……"

The old nun wanted to speak but stopped.

"But what?"

John asked.

"It is impossible for an ordinary soul to form such a power, and there is also..."

The old nun stopped talking again.

This made John more and more anxious.

"Miss Moni, can you finish it all at once?"

"I don't think sucking an appetite is something a nun should do!"

John said this.

It was obvious that what had just happened, even if it was bathed in the light that the old nun emitted when he prayed, the sheriff felt a deep anxiety, otherwise he would not have asked in such a joke that he hoped to relax.

"yes……"

The old nun's words stopped again.

This time it was not the wish of Sister Moni herself, but another change occurred.

It is not the corpse in the box where the soul is resting.

Instead, it is a little further away, in a few simple iron cabinets.

Where is this?

The morgue of the police station.

What is the most insignificant thing in the morgue?

Corpse.

The answer is obvious.

However, when he heard the 'clang, clang' pounding sound echoing in his ears, the sheriff John never felt disgusted with the morgue as he is now.

"Nun, what should we do?"
To be continued...