Supermarket cashiers, housewives, cleaners, students......

It's almost just people who play a role everywhere in life, and it's not the kind of potential murderers who look ordinary on weekdays but are psychopaths behind the scenes, they are really just ordinary people.

- At most, there is a habit that cannot be put on the table.

For example, stealing, for example, in the process of robbing the inheritance, he was slandered by his relatives and opened an identification of mental problems, such as cheating with a married man, only to find out that he was the mother of the archbishop of the local church......

Qiu Xuan's temples began to throb when she looked at the file, and she thought in a trance that she was not looking at the file of an extremely dangerous mental patient, but looking at the new and old uncle.

And I don't know what the reason is, the patients with the name "Seraphim" on the file all have no photos.

Qiu Xuan could only rely on a few short passages to try to match the person on file with the patient in St. Canaan, but it turned out that there was no resemblance at all. There's no way she's going to go around asking who was a mall cleaner before she came in, and then pee on someone else's shoe because the soles of a customer's shoes are too dirty, right?

However, when she thought about it again, it seemed that it was not impossible.

Anyway, sooner or later, you have to go back to the "real" timeline, or you will die here directly, and there is no second choice.

After that, the next group activity of the patients was dinner, where several of their executioners sat down at a table with the priests and nuns as private detectives assigned by the Hunter Bureau. Sitting at the same table were Chiara and Asafir, and Qiu Xuan didn't want to see their faces for the time being, no matter which one they were.

She had come a little early, so that she could see all the patients walk through the main entrance into the central auditorium. Although her memory is not good enough to clearly recognize the facial features of each patient, at least the few injured patients in the same ward who met in the city hospital appear here, and Qiu Xuan should be able to recognize them.

And yet no, not a single one.

After repeatedly comparing the faces and body characteristics of the patients, Qiu Xuan frowned, but at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the current situation can be said to be simple and complicated, the simplicity lies in the fact that they have been able to determine that the "seraph" is the owner of this spiritual world, and finding the seraph is more than half successful. The complication is that there seems to be something wrong with the people they have found.

The middle-aged man with slippers and a "Seraphim" name tag on his chest was the one Qiu Xuan saw in the fire of St. Canaan before, and his face was destroyed by the fire. Then judging by the year on the file, he should be the housewife.

That's right, a housewife in the literal sense of the word.

This seraph is not a transgender person in the traditional sense, he just likes to fantasize about being a housewife.

The specific overly detailed reasons are not mentioned in the file, anyway, there are thousands of types of mental problems, and it is not surprising that there are all kinds of them. And to say that this "seraph" is a little strange, it lies in the official attitude of St. Canaan.

While Qiu Xuan was waiting for dinner at the long table, she had a few words with the priests and nuns who also came early. In their remarks, it was as if the seraphim were just a patient with that name, and that he had just come in at this time last year, and that he had been cleaning his room every day during the year, and that he had been a very quiet patient at other times.

"But I've heard that the name 'Seraphim' changes every year."

Qiu Xuan lowered her eyes and said, "Is there anything special about it?" Or is it that this 'seraph' has been in St. Canaan for exactly a whole year, so what will happen after that? ”

"There's no such thing, young man. Each seraphim didn't stay for more than a year just because they were only minor and were cured and were discharged from the hospital. The kind-faced old nun smiled at her, and Qiu Xuan recognized her as the woman who came to her room every morning to teach her to do gymnastics with Ed.

"Is that so?"

Qiu Xuan was noncommittal, and suddenly faced the middle-aged man who walked into the central auditorium with his slippers, took a deep breath and said, "Today's soup seems to be a little salty—"

"If you don't want to eat, no one will force you to eat!" Seraphim, who had been walking this way with his pockets in his pockets, turned his head sharply and glared at him. "Thick soup, why should it be called thick soup if it's not salty and dry?! The person who sits and only knows how to eat is still picky, so why don't you help mop the floor? Then why don't you go to a restaurant outside, how delicious is it outside, why do you want to eat the food I cook? Don't eat, don't eat, let's go! ”

Old Nun: "......"

Qiu Xuan sat back down, "It's good, it reminds me of some things from before." ”

Old nun: "...... In fact, this patient has been identified as cured earlier, and it may be that your words have caused him to have some reflexes. ”

Qiu Xuan: "I see. ”

Old nun: "...... Well. ”

The woman silently sat down on the other side of Chiara's left hand side with her plate, and from then on she tried to eat and sleep to the fullest, and never said a word until the end of the supper.

So, the key now is to figure out what St. Canaan is doing with the name "seraph".

Qiu Xuan's fingertips unconsciously clicked on the tabletop, and at this time, Qiara raised her eyes from the opposite table and glanced here, and suddenly said: "Afu, I'm really curious about the things you took out this afternoon, are you interested in coming to my side to communicate tonight?" ”

"Probably not tonight, but tomorrow."

Qiu Xuan showed a standard smirk, "I'm so sleepy, so I guess I'll die of sleep as soon as I go back and put on the pillow." ”

Chiara looked a little regretful, but she never said anything. Cardinal Asafir, who was on the main seat, glanced inquiringly at him for a moment, and soon smiled lightly and was accosted by the person next to him.

Tonight was the key, according to the previous experience of visiting the rose garden at night, on this day when they came to the rose to say goodbye to Webber, they saw Webb's body under the rose.

Qiu Xuan also looked around among the patients who came in just now, and she didn't see the figure of Weber, but the file of this person in the archive room was indeed left inside. Then it can only be said that Weber has either left St. Canaan, or he has died and been buried under the rose for unknown reasons, just like the ending on the real line.

Who would have killed Weber, and who would have buried his body under the roses?

If they had been ambushed in the garden at night, they would have witnessed the murder and burial of the corpses.

Thinking about this in his heart, Qiu Xuan hurriedly ate dinner and glanced at Ya and them opposite. Several of the executioners were the first to finish their meals and prepare to leave, just minutes before all the patients in the central auditorium had finished their injections and left, just to make sure they were the first patients to arrive at the rose garden.

Qiu Xuan was the last to step out of the main door, and suddenly a monkey-like figure jumped in front of him, a pair of strange eyes like two floating light bulbs, staring straight at him.

She paused for a moment at this sudden startle, and then quickly reached out to block the other party's finger that was about to poke at her, and said, "What's the matter...... Ball of steel wool? ”

"I see death in you."

The patient named "Steel Wool" stared at Qiu Xuan with a pair of overly large pupils, making people suspect that he was foreshadowing that others would not be able to do it. The steel wool ball was hunched over its back like a monkey, and its thin face looked very strange in the light of the chandelier.

"You, you, I see death in you, you're about to come to a great disaster!"

Ya wordlessly walked over and pulled away the steel wool, "What's the matter with you?" One will say that you yourself are a seraph, and the next you will curse others to death. Tell you to go back yourself, or we'll call someone. ”

To be honest, Qiu Xuan didn't smell some similar conspiracy or the smell of the kind of prophecy that would really come true from these words, she only felt a sense of familiarity. This familiarity is indescribable, vaguely separated by a layer of fog, and when you want to reach out and grab it, it will disappear again.

She glanced at the guards around her, and suddenly said to the tightrope ball, "Who am I?" ”

The steel wool ball stared at his big eyes, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

Qiu Xuan asked good-naturedly again, "Since you can see the catastrophe coming from me, then you must know who I am." ”

The steel wool ball moved her eyes to her face and stared straight at her for a while, and suddenly her pupils constricted, and her eyes straightened. "You, you, can't be, can't ......"

He began to scratch at his thinning hair, which was scarce, and the guards around him finally determined that he was a patient who had escaped from the central auditorium without taking any medicine, and rushed up to restrain him with a force that bordered on violence and escorted him back to the central auditorium.

"You are the Seraphim!!"

Surrounded by the guards, the steel wool ball suddenly shouted in a voice that a human throat might not have been able to do at all, and the sound stunned the executioners who had already walked away. And after hearing the words shouted from the steel wool ball in the next second, people looked even more incredible.

"How does he know that you are a seraph, and that our current identity is not a private detective?"

The sturdy man looked at Qiu Xuan's position with a strange expression, and the latter stood still looking at the direction in which the steel wool ball was dragged away, and the rough and hoarse voice was still ringing.

"You are a seraph...... No, no, the seraph is me, I am the seraph, the seraph...... Who am I, who am I? He is the seraph, the seraph!! ”

"There is no Seraphim !! at all"

He suddenly began to cry sharply, or perhaps laughing, in a voice so sharp and insane that it was impossible to distinguish for a moment.

The surrounding guards didn't need to take him to the auditorium anymore, they directly took out a stabilizer from their waists, aimed at the neck of the steel wool ball and stabbed it neatly.

As the body softened, the creepy crying and laughing gradually weakened.

The steel wool ball fell to the ground with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth rising almost level with the roots of his ears, but two cloudy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

……

Qiu Xuan, Eddard and Ya squatted in one of the corners of the rose garden.

They had been waiting here for almost two hours, and for now, there was no movement in the rose garden except for their group.

Two hours ago, even though it was clear that all the patients were now lining up in the central auditorium to inject the drug, just in case, the executioners decided to dig up the mud to see if Webb's body was already inside, and that was another story.

This proposal was unanimously approved, but the executioners other than Qiu Xuan had already seen the evil sect of the rose garden during the day today, and they also killed one person for it, Song Shuang of the Blue River Guild.

Although to some extent, Song Shuang died because of the cold eyes of the chainsaw man, it can also reflect from the side the danger hidden under this rose.

No one wants to be a Song Shuang.

In the end, the sturdy man saw that the situation was stalemate and proposed that he could go down and have a look, but the premise was that everyone present should sign an agreement with him that they would reach out to save him in times of crisis, rather than watching from the sidelines, and even falling into the trap.

This kind of written agreement has a special protective effect, and the content of the contract can be such a small matter, or it can be signed as a key decision-making consultation. And once the person who signs the agreement violates the agreement, then he will pay the punishment price according to the severity of the agreement, so under normal circumstances, the executioners are not very happy to sign such an agreement.

However, it is still acceptable to sign a contract like now, where no one wants to go out and take risks, and a person comes forward and asks for a contract just to pull himself along. After all, this situation can be said to be just an extra guarantee, and the verbal promise is suspicious, and this kind of paper agreement makes both sides relatively reassuring.

So except for the chainsaw man and Bai Yi, everyone signed an agreement with the strong man. The sturdy man made preparations on the spot, and went down to the rose garden alone.

They first began to search for the place where they saw Webb's corpse in the initial reality timeline, and found that there was an ordinary layer of soil underneath, not only did there not be Webb's corpse, but there were not even the countless weird palms seen during the day.

The stout man relented a little and began to search the surrounding area, but still found nothing.

In the end, they finally determined that Webb's body was not in the rose garden at this moment.

Two hours later, Qiu Xuan squatted on one leg again, and gently poked Ya next to her with her elbow. "Actually, I've been wondering about one thing."

Ya replied, "What's the matter?" ”

"In this spiritual world, there are no new executioners like us who are newly admitted to the hospital, so in other words, Webber's spiritual world will not be triggered at all. Why, then, is Webb missing here and ending up in the same way? ”

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