061. Contagion?

In the suite, the knocking continued.

Knock knock knock......

Nérela's expression became extremely strange, and she looked out the door through the cat's eye, but there was nothing.

The two suites opposite are inhabited by Bishop Ruth and the driver Curell, who drives the car.

Neither of these people is the kind of person who likes to joke, and it is impossible to do such a boring thing.

Of course, even if they used to like to joke, after entering the Vida Sect, this habit has probably been worn out.

"Hoo ......"

Nereira took a deep breath and removed the safety bolt from the door, then grasped the doorknob.

"Whoever you are, you've managed to me off."

As he spoke, he directly twisted the doorknob and pulled it away.

Outside the door, it was empty.

In the hallway, the lights are still there.

The knock on the door stopped abruptly.

"What's the situation?"

Nairella looked into the corridor in her bathrobe, the interior of the hotel was luxuriously decorated, and the space was very large, and the corridor was very long, so she glanced back and forth, and saw the elevator openings at the end of both sides.

"No one knocked?"

There is no such thing as cover, such a long corridor, although it is possible to quickly run to the end and hide.

But......

What's the point of knocking on the door, just to make a joke?

That's just too malicious.

"Whoever you are, don't let me catch you, or I'll promise you'll die a miserable death."

Nereira said with a calm face, then turned back to the room and slammed the door shut.

Then she went back to the bed and took out the mirror at the bedside to take a look.

in the mirror.

Her eyes were bloodshot even worse, as if they had been widening and had never closed.

It's just strange that she found that her brown pupils didn't seem to be as deep as before.

It's like taking off the contact lenses and losing a layer of highlights.

"Is this good news? Maybe it's not a fungal infection, it's just that I haven't had a good rest lately. ”

Nerrella, who was originally unhappy because of the "prank", was slightly relieved after seeing the change in her eyes at the moment.

She even smiled to herself and said to herself, "If it's really a fungal infection, maybe other people in the same car as me will also be infected by me." ”

"It's time to turn off the lights."

With that, she put the mirror back and pressed the light switch on the bedside.

Syllable......

In the suite, it was pitch black in an instant.

However, in the next second, only a snap was heard, and the lights came back on.

"Huh? Did I just see something? ”

Nérella sat up from the bed abruptly, staring at the door with a strange look in her eyes, a hint of panic in her expression, looking overwhelmed.

Just after turning off the lights, the moment the room fell into darkness, she vaguely saw that an outline seemed to suddenly flash in the doorway.

It's a lot like a shadow of a person......

For some reason, Néreira had a strange feeling in her heart, but it was a sudden appearance for no apparent reason, and she was irritated and desperate to know what she was seeing.

So, while staring at the door, she pressed the light switch with her hand.

Syllable......

Lights off.

“fuck?”

Nérela's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

The moment the lights went off, she saw the thing this time, because her eyes never took her eyes off.

It is a dark shadow, with a blurred outline, unable to distinguish gender, and even its outline is blurred, and the only marker is a pair of eyes.

Bloodshot with undisguised malice.

Nereira couldn't help but shudder, even though she was a follower of the Vida Sect and had killed at least dozens of people with her own hands, she had never experienced such a thing.

"I should go to the bishop, only she can solve this kind of thing."

In Vida, the ordinary believer only plays the role of executioner, and the more central information is in the hands of the bishop, that is, Ruth, who gives orders.

Thinking of this, Nérela immediately pressed the light switch, but to her great horror, the light did not come on, and the whole room was dark.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

Nerrella frantically flipped the switch, but it didn't work at all, as if the power had been cut off, and the whole suite was silent.

I've got to run......

The thought of escape suddenly appeared in her heart, and she was about to get out of bed.

Suddenly......

At this moment, the sheets on the bed seemed to be manipulated by some kind of force, wrapping her directly from head to toe.

She tried to resist, but her body, which was usually more powerful than that of an adult man, did not work, not only did it show no signs of breaking free, but it also made the sheet wrap tighter.

Then.

In the darkness, there was a crisp cracking sound......

Then there was a close succession of sounds, and Nérela, wrapped in a sheet, floated directly in the air, like twisting a towel, and her head and feet began to turn, sneering......

The blood was squeezed out in an instant, soaked all over the sheets, and dripped onto the bed.

And then there's a bang...... The sound of a heavy object falling on the bed.

Outside the door......

The driver who was facing the door and had looked at Nerrella, was in Corell's suite.

At this time, she had just fallen asleep, and her consciousness was still half asleep and half awake.

Suddenly, she frowned, and faintly heard a very regular, mechanical knock on the door.

……

May 22, 7:09 a.m.

Northbrook, rainy day.

Du Wei sat at the window, looking at the scene outside the window with a tired face, the thunder was dense, and the dripping raindrops hit the window, which made people very upset.

That weird bus, which only appears on rainy days, and can ignore space, can appear in any city where it is raining.

"I hate rainy days."

Du Wei let out a cloudy breath and shook his head.

The nightmare lasted so long that his mind and body were tense and there was little room for remission, and when he woke up, his entire sheet was wet.

The sense of crisis brought by the nun almost overwhelmed him, and he could only work hard to adjust his state and maintain the good quality that a psychiatrist should have at any time.

That is, calm, rational, and looking at things from the perspective of a bystander.

Walk out of the bedroom.

Come to the bathroom.

Du Wei turned on the faucet and quietly looked at the bottom of the sink.

The fine currents of water soon rose.

Didn't see the familiar, crumpled woman's face.

Du Wei washed his face, and when he raised his head again, he had recovered his previous appearance in the mirror, a fair and cold face, three-dimensional facial features, and he looked extremely attractive.

In addition to the fact that his eyes are too calm, which makes people feel a strange feeling of being looked directly into their hearts, he is much more attractive to any woman than ordinary people.

"Wait, I smell blood......"