Inside the ruins.

The mutation is quietly happening, the temperature is getting colder and colder, and everything seems to be covered with a layer of foggy frosted glass, which seems slightly hazy.

And, in the midst of this ruin.

From time to time, the sound of a piano is playing, and the long music reveals inexplicable sadness, which makes people's emotions can't help but be lowered.

It's as if your emotions are out of control.

It's a sad song.

Even Du Wei was affected.

There were many broken images in his mind, those were the past that he had buried in his heart, and only he and the evil spirit Du Wei knew.

Of course......

Pennywise, who was made into a power bank, also knew.

Something is very wrong.

Du Wei frowned and looked around.

There was still some distance from the cemetery, surrounded only by the collapsed buildings for the mentally ill, and beyond that was the plaza and the bell tower where the dean aside.

Beyond the bell tower-shaped building, the destination is at the rear.

Brand on the side thought for a moment and said, "Your Excellency the Duke, this is a funeral march, and if I'm not mistaken, it should have been created by Ryan Hamel for his dead love. ”

"No, he's dead, no one should be able to play this song, right, did he leave any backhand?"

There are many different versions of the funeral march.

In addition to those composed by famous artists, some musicians also change some tunes or create similar tunes to suit the occasion.

As for Ryan Hamel's lover......

That is, the old woman who was more than twenty years older than him, Freddy's mother.

When Du Wei heard this, he lowered his head and said: "It is not necessarily that he left a back hand, it is possible that what we are facing now may not be what he himself is." ”

Although said.

Du Wei was reluctant to tell Ryan about it, because he knew what kind of trouble it would cause to Ryan if it broke out.

But just because information isn't shared doesn't mean you can't reveal the most important core.

When Brand heard this, his eyes suddenly changed.

He asked, "Your Excellency, you must know that Ryan Hamel died because he and the thirteenth member of the Vanity Sect were seriously injured after they came out of the gates of hell, and the two had a conflict. ”

"As a result, the thirteenth person died, and Ryan Hamel lost his life."

"Even if Ryan Hamel was strong enough at that time, he would not have survived to this day."

A lot of what happened in the past is buried in history.

Only those who have witnessed all this can see the truth.

Although Du Wei did not witness it himself.

But he knew a lot.

For example, twenty years ago, Hill Psychiatric Hospital was formerly a church, and at that time, a dying blonde exorcist came here and left behind antique clocks, masks, and other items.

Thereupon.

Du Wei said: "According to the current situation, Ryan Hamel should have died in this psychiatric hospital, and the mask and demon spirit may be with him." ”

It can be said that it is very arbitrary.

Although Brand respects Du Wei, he is not without brains.

Immediately, he raised his doubts: "What is the basis of your judgment?" ”

Du Wei snapped his fingers.

The envelope immediately floated out of its pocket.

Brand suddenly realized: "It turned out to be an evil spirit envelope, I almost forgot that there is such a strange thing around you." ”

"It turns out that you have been secretly in control of everything for a long time."

He secretly thought in his heart: "He is worthy of His Excellency the Duke, even if he is two hundred years out of the times, his wisdom and methods are impressive." ”

"I was in control of everything, but instead of taking action head-on, I was asked to show my ability."

"I must not fail the high expectations of His Excellency the Duke."

Seriously, anyone who doesn't come from an elderly fan like Brand who worships the evil spirit Du Wei so much will not have this kind of thought.

Because it was obviously used as a knife.

If you were someone else, you would have been secretly wary for a long time.

On the side of the paper facing Du Wei, a line of text appeared on the envelope suspended outside.

【Grass! What's going on with this idiot, why do I feel like he can lick his envelope better than me, master, you must kill him, damn Brand is a two-five boy, don't be deceived by his acting skills. 】

Instinctive.

The envelope felt a threat to status.

It hated Brand, or Corrien Dawqua.

When new hatred and old hatred are added, it wants to kill each other even more.

As if he hadn't seen it, Du Wei grabbed the envelope and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Brand, I hope you don't take it lightly, because what we have to face next may not only be Ryan Hamel, but also the demon spirit, and even the terrifying existence that the thirteenth person will become after his death." ”

Everything you can think of has already been thought of.

Brand also said solemnly: "Please rest assured, I will not let you down." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

The mournful music that could still be heard just now disappeared immediately.

From the range where Brand and Dewey were, everything fell silent.

All I could hear was the sound of the two of them talking.

It's Brand's ability to block out sound.

Dewey didn't really give everything to Brand either.

His shadow was restless and twisted.

In the event of danger, the Black Shadow will move at any time to take him out of here.

It's the same with envelopes.

In Du Wei's pocket, there were dice, coins in his wallet, and clown cards.

It can come in handy when it matters most.

As for himself.

On the back of the right hand, the pattern of the hands is already clearly visible.

He said silently in his heart: "I have a black shadow on my body, there are hundreds of student evil spirits in my dreams, and there are demon nuns in the deepest part, these hole cards are actually enough for me." ”

"But I can't help but want to mark a few more fierce."

Brand didn't know about Du Wei's crazy thoughts, and he walked forward on his own, leading the way.

……

And in the middle of a desolate cemetery.

The cold wind was howling, blowing through the broken stone monuments, rolling up some of the sand and stones, and whining the wind.

It's just that.

In the midst of this wind, the sound of the piano music was not affected in any way.

In a way that defies the rules of reality, it is clearly distributed.

The whole sky darkened.

Clouded......

Above Ryan Hamel's tombstone, thunder and lightning converged in the sky, as if they could be split down at any moment.

It looks like a storm is coming.

Suddenly......

There was a click.

It was like a primer, a bolt of lightning slashed down directly, and with a bang, dust splashed around, and Ryan Hamel's tombstone was directly broken, and the lower half was full of black stains after being electrified.

Look down the road, after the dust has landed.

What was revealed was a sarcophagus, and a crack had been opened.

Let's ......

A drop of rain fell, just in the middle of the gap......

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