Chapter 194: The Extraordinary Corpse

In the morning, in the Rose Church Cemetery, the rain fell.

The members of the Thorn Tree were all wearing dark black funeral clothes.

Involving special factors, almost every country attaches great importance to the clothing culture produced under the cultural factors of death.

Formal clothing formed under the influence of culture almost parallel to banquet culture.

Dressed in a suit similar to the formal suit of the previous life, Yago, holding a silver-handled cane in his left hand, stood quietly at the edge of the thorn tree line holding a black umbrella.

And at the forefront is Uncle Sander, who is holding a black-gray shovel.

Uncle Shandel is Fannyla's relative.

At this moment, the uncle Sander Yago is familiar with has a cold expression on his face.

but……

Even Yago could feel his constantly fluctuating spirit mist.

Subconsciously, Yago looked at Captain Friesen.

Similar to the uncle's expression, the captain's expression is also a little indifferent.

but……

He was facing the tombstone, but his eyes were focused on Uncle Sander.

"out of control……"

The captain is warning the uncle to lose control.

"..." Yago was silent.

With a bouquet of deep black roses tucked into the breast pocket, Shandel silently closed the black coffin that contained only clothes and framed black and white photos.

After closing the black coffin covered with thorn patterns with his own hands, Sander held the shovel, and Sander personally sent the rain-soaked soil into the grave pit one by one.

And at this time, in the rain curtain, a black shadow no bigger than a little finger that Yago couldn't see clearly passed by, and stopped beside Jacqueline's ear in front of him, stopping at the black dress that contrasted strongly with the black dress. on the pale flowers.

Seeing the soil shoveled down one after another, Jacqueline in a long black dress was silent for a while, then turned her head and looked back at Yago, beckoned to him, then turned around immediately, holding a black umbrella and leaving They left the team and headed towards the carriage in the rain.

...

The carriage was driving on the road, and the wheels rolled up the rainwater, leaving ripples in the puddles.

Jacqueline sat across from her with her eyes closed, as if she was thinking about something.

Just when many conjectures emerged in Yago's mind that could be the reason for calling him out alone, Jacqueline on the opposite side straightened the flowers on her head and said softly:

"The priest is back."

"She's back? Why is it taking so long?"

Yago asked slightly suspiciously.

At the same time, he was relieved.

Although he was quite afraid of Sally Lin, Yago was also a little concerned about her safety.

The two Extraordinary of Sequence 6 died, and Sally Lin seemed to have encountered something...

"have no idea."

Jacqueline shook her head, expressing that she didn't know either:

"Your Excellency the Priest began to rest after returning to the club. He said that after she woke up, she immediately set off for the county parish. It seems that something happened..."

Immediately, she continued:

"Your Excellency the Priest will take Fanniela's body to the county parish and dispose of the body in the county parish."

As she spoke, a look of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Why did you go to the county parish to deal with it? In order to avoid accidents when we deal with Fannyla's body?"

Yago couldn't help asking.

How much impact will handling the corpse of a teammate have on the handler?

Yago doesn't know, but this will definitely leave an impact and increase the possibility of losing control.

Emotions, excessive use of abilities, and spiritual tides are all factors that can easily cause Extraordinary people to lose control.

After a moment of silence, Jacqueline whispered:

"When it didn't become a monster, that is, when it was not out of control, the form of existence of 'mystery' was quite different from that after it was out of control."

"And, before losing control, at low sequence, the combination of mystery and body is limited."

Jacqueline uttered some knowledge that he had not seen in the dossiers and available occult books:

"Even through imitation and acting, let yourself actively fit into the mystery, even if you have fully digested and mastered the ability of 'mystery', you still can't fully integrate yourself with the mystery."

"When fully united, we are no longer human."

She stroked her cheek, her tone slightly trance:

"'Old posture', the true appearance of an Extraordinary. Only by changing into the old posture can it be the expression of true control and conformity to the mystery."

"The minimum standard for opening the old posture is the beginning of the middle sequence - Sequence 6. Only when one's own spirit and body, and one's spirit and consciousness reach a certain strength, can one actively recover after opening the old posture."

"And in the low sequence, except for a few sequences, opening the old posture is basically equivalent to death."

"In the low order, we generally call it..."

"Out of control." Yago whispered.

There was sadness in Jacqueline's eyes:

"After losing control, it is basically impossible to rely on the spiritual mist to screen out the 'mystery'."

"The only way..."

Speaking of this, Jacqueline choked up a bit, as if remembering something sad.

When Yago was surprised because Jacqueline showed this expression for the first time, Jacqueline's next sentence made Yago's eyes widen:

"...It is to let some living creatures eat the corpses, and their body parts will become Extraordinary materials..."

Let the living creatures eat the corpses! ?

That Fannella! ?

Yago couldn't help clenching his fists.

What's this! ?

Why use this method to deal with it! ?

"You have to keep it a secret."

After talking, Jacqueline whispered:

"Don't irritate other people."

"..." Yago opened his mouth, seeing the expression on Miss Jacqueline's face, he finally nodded.

Every time the corpse of an out-of-control teammate is disposed of, what kind of grief must the insider bear?

What kind of mood does it feel to witness animals devouring the corpses of teammates but being unable and unable to stop them?

have no idea.

Yago didn't know.

Yago couldn't be sure what his mood was like.

consternation? incredible? pain? nausea?

Maybe both.

What kind of world is this?

Looking at the rain outside the window, Yago became more and more depressed.

My own understanding of this world can no longer be described with a single star.

ignorance.

Know nothing.

The two fell into silence.

The carriage continued to move forward, and the old coachman in charge listened to the voice behind him with a blank expression.

Listening to Jacqueline's sentence by sentence, the old coachman opened his mouth, wanting to say something to stop her, but in the end, his exhortation turned into a sigh of pity:

"Miss……"

...

The thorn tree, the underground stronghold, a girl who looks sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a broken and large windbreaker, is fast asleep.

On the other side, Kapal, who was wearing a black funeral dress, had a complex expression.

However, at this moment, the girl turned over, a sharp canine slipped out of her pocket, and landed on the ground.

Under Kapal's curious and vigilant gaze, the canines gradually emitted heat.