Nothing changed in the chapel, the bizarre altar lit candles, and the maiden under the seat covered her face under her hood and sat there quietly. She didn't move, she didn't give the impression of prayer, like a human in the seat, and there was no reaction even when the door of the chapel was opened. But she's not dead, and she's not a doll visually or tactilely. Although I call her humanoid, the so-called "humanoid" does not refer to her existential nature, but to describe her quiet and blunt way of communicating as if she were a dead thing.

Of course, there is no doubt that she is alive.

The first time she and Anna saw the humanoid, their eyes visibly fixed on her as they roamed the chapel, until I pushed them and motioned for them to enter. The joints and Anna's bodies were a little stiff, as if due to nervousness, but I wasn't sure the origin of their relationship. The two of them paused, finally let go of the door, and walked straight to the rows of benches. I beckoned the mentally ill into the chapel and carried the unconscious mystical experts in. It was not an easy task to keep these mysterious experts unconscious for such a long time, but if they did, it naturally meant that it would take them longer to wake up. And that time, I hope, is when the curtain falls on the deepest night.

But in reality, I can't guarantee exactly when they'll wake up. Once they wake up, they may not be disgusted by what I am doing, but they will still carry out their plans, and they will have to see them as enemies again. If they could, re-imprisoning them might be the best way to go.

A cage, a cage that is difficult to break through from the inside, and difficult to contribute from the outside—I think. Perhaps turn to the humanoid system.

I never minded relying on my peers to seek help from others. I know that there is a limit to my strength, and there are too many things that I am not good at or even cannot do. And in order to achieve their goals, they often need these things that they don't have and are not good at. Past me. I have always received help from many people, or asked for help from many people, to achieve many things that I can't do on my own.

I'm not 100% sure that I can get help from the Humanoid Department to find such a prison. However, this sanctuary is special, as are the chapel and the humanoid system, without any clue. Focusing on these special people and things is also an experience I have gained in my adventurous career.

I've always understood that combat power used purely for fighting is not always the key to victory. And at any given moment, people who seem to be enemies often do not always stand on a hostile position, and try to thwart everything the enemy wants to do. Even a staunch enemy may have some plans. And agree to demands that are very unfavorable to oneself in the eyes of others. It's just that the perspectives, perspectives, and approaches of both sides are full of differences.

The same goes for my relationship with the humanoids. Not to mention the nature and secret of the humanoid system, even if the humanoid system and the color system are closely related, and the original intention of the qiē is full of malice towards me, I am still willing to try it. In exchange for this trust, in her calculations, she supported the placement of these mysterious experts.

In this nightmare, there aren't many people I can turn to for help, and the humanoid system is already the most likely one.

The connector and Anna were cautious. Although the two of them sat in the same row of benches as the humanoids, they were five or six meters apart from her sitting at the other end. They looked at the side of the humanoid, but I guess it wouldn't have been obvious if we hadn't lifted the hood of the humanoid and actually talked to her.

I ignored the thoughts of both of them. The quiet chapel became lively because of the influx of many people, and the mentally ill who had always been quiet and docile immediately became full of vitality after entering the chapel. They looked at the place curiously, either muttering to themselves or getting into trouble with their companions. The relationship between mentally ill people, in my understanding, is not the same as the normal relationship of "patient" under normal circumstances, they may communicate with each other, they will quarrel, and it seems that they have become very good friends after meeting each other in the hospital, but such relationships are often false - in my observation, normal friends will feel sad about each other's hurt and parting, while similar situations often do not occur when two seemingly friendly mentally ill people do not have similar feelings. The reason why mentally ill people are mentally ill is precisely because they have different mental fluctuations when dealing with the same situation compared to ordinary people.

Therefore, in my eyes, although these mentally ill people are interacting, noisy, and seemingly communicating with other mentally ill people, they are still isolated from their own world, completely uninfected by other people's feelings, attitudes, and cognitions. It is true that there are many kinds of mental illness, and it is true that not all of the mentally ill are withdrawn, but at least in front of my eyes, confined to this chapel, these surviving mentally ill have this in common.

Although the chapel has become lively, and the quiet, deep and sacred atmosphere before it seems to have been stirred up, bringing up mud and sand, and becoming vivid but muddy, the human form is still surrounded by the same mysterious and strange temperament as ever. Sitting at the other end of the bench, Connector and Anna also have their own space and atmosphere. As a result, the chapel seems to be divided into three relatively separate spaces.

Although the overall atmosphere in the chapel became stiff and repulsive because of the gags of the mentally ill, the vague confrontation was extremely obvious to me.

Even so, I ignored them until I moved all the unconscious mystical experts into the chapel and closed the door. The magnificence and viciousness of the scene, cut off by the gates, gave the chapel a warm sense of security. It seemed that the moment he heard the door slam shut, even the connector and Anna, who had been vigilant, couldn't help but relax their shoulders.

From the moment they entered the nightmare, the danger never really left, and the precipitous shape has always been like a thorn in the back, and the connector and Anna can even be said to have escaped death. Nowadays, when they come to the so-called "shelter", there are probably not many environments that can really give them a breath. Seeing that they finally relaxed a little bit, I couldn't help but feel that it was really the right choice to bring them here.

"Yes." I walked over to the humanoid and sat down. Say to her, "I need your help." ”

The humanoid slowly took off her hood, revealing a delicate, familiar, completely expressionless face - if not actually haunted, it really made people think she was wearing a lifelike mask.

"Ah, welcome back. Dear Hunter—" Her tone was as soothing as a chant, yet rhythmic, mysterious and elegant. "You look like you've grown a lot. May you find peace in the deepest night that is bound to come. Please, is there anything I can do to help you? If I can do it, I'll do my best. ”

"I need a place to put these people." I waited calmly for her to finish before picking up some of the attacks and explaining to her.

"I see. Do you wish they could be unconscious until the end of the night? "However, it is useless, everyone will be affected by the deepest night." It's just a difference in size. Even if they are hidden, there is no guarantee. They will not be attacked by the deepest night. While unconscious, their resistance to the Deepest Night is greatly reduced. Those who are not awake will never be able to resist the magic of the deep night. ”

"I just need them not to make trouble." Of course, I am aware of the horrors of the Night, both the actual encounters and the news I received from the Humanoid System, which has foreshadowed the horrors of the Night. Even in this so-called "shelter". As the night deepened, it was difficult to determine how many people would survive. Mentally ill people who see themselves as local aborigines passively hide in their own houses, although it can also be explained in terms of ideology and psychology as a self-preservation of their own nature. Theoretically, this inner defense line is often extremely strong, so I can't enter their house until I get their permission, but it is very doubtful whether this kind of self-preservation can really insulate myself from the effects of the night.

The deepest night is not a mutation of a certain person or situation, but a change that the entire nightmare world must undergo, and it is also theoretically capable of overwhelming any resistance.

In such a deepest night, the humanoid claim is most credible: no one can escape the effects of the deepest night, not even in this sanctuary. Even if you hide in a hidden corner, in a self-enclosed house, without listening, looking, or thinking, with such negative thoughts, it will be difficult to stay normal for a long time. Of course, if these people are mentally ill, then there is no need to think about the question of "normal or abnormal". If they were crazy from the beginning, the arrival of the night would only aggravate their pathology

Even if you have such concerns, you must try what you should try. I have my own plan, and I think about the plans of the mysterious organizations according to the known information, and I think I can roughly see the whole line of the plan, according to this context, the deep night does not actually need to completely come, on the contrary, if the deep night completely comes, the changes it will cause are probably irresistible to all the mysterious experts who are cut off in this nightmare.

So, as long as they are still in action and the plan is still unfolding, "the sacrifice will be completed before the night of solstice completely descends and the one qiē is alienated" is the most likely scenario.

I just need to imprison these mysterious experts until that time.

"I need a cell where they can stay honestly, and even that won't protect them." I calmly looked at the humanoids, "As long as they stay in their cells, they're not enemies. ”

"I see." The humanoid did not persuade again, nodded slightly, as if dropping the chain, and paused for a few seconds before raising his chin slightly and saying to me, "Please come with me, respectful and powerful hunter." ”

The movement of the human form gave me the impression that it was like a prison like that, something she had just made improvised, not something that was original to this chapel. However, if you imagine that in the chapel, there is such a place where others are imprisoned, and the sense of sacredness and security given by the chapel seems to have been distorted and turned into some other vicious place.

The humanoid figure stood up to lead the way, and Anna on the other side had been listening to our conversation, and when she saw this, she also stood up, intending to go with the two of us to have a look. The intention to imprison these mysterious experts here was mentioned to them on the way back to the shelter. They didn't care if I did that, because these occult experts didn't have anything to do with the cyberball and torchlight.

The entrance is on the side wall of the altar, but it is not the entrance to the back room. Specifically, before the humanoid system opened the door, the place where it was, both looking and touching, was just an entire wall. The humanoid system was inserted into the seamless wall with a primitive key, and the jack suddenly appeared in front of me, as if it had always been there.

The wall receded and slid into the side, leaving behind a deep staircase that at first glance felt like it was back in the basement of the wooden house. Connector and Anna frowned as they stared at the staircase leading to the ground, as if sensing something. However, apart from a plausible sense of immediacy, I did not feel hostility or danger at all.

"How about putting it down there?" "This was originally a cellar for storing food and miscellaneous goods, but it was modified to protect some people who had changed but could not be killed due to the arrival of the night. ”

Her explanation was prosaic, but it made it hard for me to really believe that the basement would appear here, a normal thing that had already existed. Instead, it's more like a place that the human form has temporarily carved out after knowing my decision, relying on some kind of mystery. In my case, I hope it is the latter. The connector and Anna were a little uneasy, this deep staircase seemed to awaken their bad feelings that had not completely subsided, and the two of them suffered a lot in the hands of the "interlocutor". However, I did not hesitate to pick up one of the occult experts, grabbed another, and strode down the stairs. (To be continued......)