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Marceau tied her shirt in a knot at the waist, held a homemade simple spear in one hand, tied up her ponytail, and combined with her dark skin and long-term exercised figure, she looked like a legendary Amazonian warrior against the impression of a white-collar woman. Where are the novels updated the fastest? biquge.info I always thought she was a helpless woman, but her battles and traps completely turned my previous impression on my head.

"What happened to me after I left?" I asked.

"Wait." She stopped me from speaking and walked towards the door, "Come, help me put the trap back up." ”

"What?" I was a little surprised.

"It's too dangerous to have monsters wandering around and doing nothing." Marceau said to me seriously.

"What about the female ghost?"

"You're killed...... she paused, then she said, "After you left, it was gone." Okay, we'll have to get the trap back on again. ”

I don't think these traps will do anything to the monsters, but Marceau insists, and I'll do as she pleases. It's better to do something than nothing, at least to reduce the psychological stress in this dangerous environment. There are no other doors and windows in the operating room except for the main entrance, but fortunately, the ventilator is still working normally, so I don't feel stuffy, but in this room, there is not only the smell of disinfectant water, but also the smell of rancid and death that has been deposited, which seems to have condensed in the room and cannot be discharged.

I was amazed by the abilities Marceau displayed, and unlike my daggers, who relied on physical ability and combat instincts, her spears were very disciplined, and she had her own set of traps. At least, the knowledge and skills of creating traps are far superior to mine, not to mention that she is well versed in psychology and knows how to paralyze people's carelessness, and I almost suffered a big loss before, if it weren't for the fact that my body is far from ordinary people, I would have become a puddle of mud long ago.

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing usable in the operating room, but she was able to find the waste that would seem ordinary to ordinary people, and use surgical instruments to transform it, such as carving dents in some round objects and forming pulleys with some steel cables. I've only seen these methods of turning waste into treasure with Tomie, and in the apocalyptic illusion, she once used to make powerful bows and crossbows from building materials that she could find anywhere.

"My grandfather was a soldier and often took me on hunting. When I was a kid, I won the Flying Eagle Medal in the Boy Scouts, and when I grew up, I often participated in wilderness survival games and practiced self-defense. That's how she explained.

"Ah, that's pretty remarkable." I genuinely admire people like her, "I don't have much to do." ”

"It's nothing, as long as you learn it, anyone can do it, compared to this kind of thing...... Crowe. Marceau paused, and said, "You're not very strong, but you're the best athletic kid I've ever seen, even better than a professional athlete." ”

"I think so too." That's all I answered.

The body of the Chosen One has been strengthened by gray stone, so it is not surprising that they are stronger than ordinary people. With Tomie's precedent, I even think that if Marceau also takes Greystone, Cheng Dù might be taller than me. And there is no shortage of powerful women among the Chosen One, such as aI and file, who used to work together, and Pan and Dada, who are now in the same squad, which is not a combat elite? They didn't start out as soldiers.

Together, we repaired the broomstick trap, which was not very powerful, but was only used to paralyze the intruders. The killer thing is the weight on the ceiling, which are two heavy iron cabinets, and if I am hit in the head, my head will bloom.

With the trap rearranged, Marceau breathed a sigh of relief. I looked out of the glass window in the doorway, and the hallway was still quiet, a little uneasy.

"How?" Marceau asked.

"If you don't see anything, are there just the two of us here?"

"Maybe. Anyway, I haven't seen anyone else since you left. She speaks English and uses strict words in the sense of "human".

"Are you sure the monster will come back?"

"Not sure, but I'll kill it if it comes back." Marceau said firmly.

If you are trapped in a sea of fire where there is nothing you can do, anyone will despair. But since the opponent is not a cold natural phenomenon, but a living thing, whether it is a human or a monster, she will not be restrained. I think Marceau is such a person, and this strong character may be created by the influence of family education and the upheaval of the family. Compared to Tomie, Marceau's childhood may have been more normal and happy, but the huge gap between the family tragedy and the subsequent experience in the orphanage was also an unbearable blow for her.

But she has survived all these difficulties, torments and blows, and no matter what the nature of her profession is now, she can proudly say that she is living better than most people in this world.

So, I know that she didn't mean to kill monsters. This woman is serious, and she is convinced that she can do it and survive in this eerie environment.

However, this is just a spiritual world, she lives in a dream, where is she in reality? What happened? The sudden disappearance is definitely not a good thing. I don't want her to realize this, but I have to tell her that only she can catch the tail of the mysterious man behind the scenes.

Forgive me, Marceau.

Marceau and I sat down on the edge of the operating table, and I decided to speak up.

"Marceau, I told you that this is just a dream."

"Yes, there's no reality here. What's wrong? Crowe, your expression makes me uneasy, could it be that there is bad news for me? Having said this, Marceau did not show any frustration or fear, and she smiled as always, "Don't worry, I don't think there is anything worse than now." ”

I looked into her eyes, and those pale blue eyes were so calm. I think she's ready to take any bad news.

"When I woke up, I looked into the asylum." I say.

"And then?"

"I met a man who was one of the people involved in the fire in the mental hospital, and he left after the fire, but now he has returned."

"Because of the current situation?" Marceau was very sensitive, "The fire in the mental hospital really has another inside story?" ”

"That's right. You live in a hilltop apartment, right? Marceau, this apartment was built on the site of a psychiatric hospital. Ten years ago, the client and his companions believed that the psychiatric hospital was performing human body and cult rituals, so they started an investigation, and found that most of them were either insane or committed suicide. ”

"Cult rituals?" Marceau looked surprised.

"The specifics are not clear, but the current situation is not something that modern technology can explain."

"I understand, I understand...... You mean, that cult ritual has started again, and we're guinea pigs tied to the cross? ”

"I found your name in the apartment guest list, Marceau. They say you left and didn't come back. I asked solemnly, "Do you remember what happened at that time?" ”

"Of course...... Of course I remember......" Marceau frowned, realizing that something bad had indeed happened to her.

"What time is it?" She asked.

After I answered, she began to recount her memories of before she entered the dream, which was born four days ago.

Marceau once said that her profession is to relieve the stress of her customers, so she often accepts invitations from customers to accompany them on trips around the world. Coming to this town is not an accident, a big customer who doesn't know where to see the town's tourist introduction, he is a person who is obsessed with the kind of hidden strange environment and people. Although Marceau prefers the tourist area with a tropical coastal style, since this is part of the work, it is natural that there is no shirk.

However, when she finished packing her bags, a message suddenly came from the client's side that the trip plan was aborted, but the ticket and travel brochure were sent and the relevant expenses were transferred to her account. The other party hopes that she can continue the journey on her behalf, take some photos, write some travelogues, and bring some souvenirs back.

Although the customer did not come in person, this request did not come out of the scope of work, not to mention that the other party had already paid the relevant fees. It's not your favorite place, but it's a good trip without having to entertain customers.

Marceau got off the plane and followed the route of action in the tourist brochure, changed cars several times, and finally arrived in this remote town. I have to say that the mysterious and weird atmosphere deliberately created by the guidebook made her feel cheated, of course, this is not a bad thing, but the small town atmosphere she actually felt did not exactly match those descriptions.

The town is elegant, nostalgic, and full of mystical charm in the mornings and evenings, which is very much in line with her aesthetic.

Ah, fortunately, I didn't refuse at the beginning, otherwise I would have been deceived by the travel guide. She couldn't help but complain.

At the client's request, she had to live in a hilltop apartment. The impression of this town is that this apartment feels the worst. When she first saw the apartment, she knew that the guidebook was written entirely based on the apartment, which was completely to her liking, and felt out of place with the atmosphere of the town. To put it mildly, it's a rat poop that spoils a pot of soup.

However, presumably, most of the tourists in the town, and most of the residents of the apartment, apart from her, would not agree with this statement.

Marceau divides her schedule into day and night, and she documents everything about life in this town according to the needs of her clients.

Four days ago, she had finally finished her work, and the photos, travelogues, and souvenirs were ready, and the rest of the time was entirely hers. How you want to play, where you want to go, and what kind of artistic conception you want to experience can be completely determined by your mood. So she decided to check out, leave the apartment and rent a house in town.

Marceau left the apartment with her luggage, but unfortunately, the last taxi had just left. Because she really didn't like the atmosphere created by this apartment, she didn't want to stay any longer, so she decided to walk down the hill.

Halfway down the road, a taxi came down the hill, and she was surprised, thinking that there was no car left.

She was even more pleasantly surprised that there were no other passengers in the taxi.

"I got into the taxi, talked to the driver for a while, suddenly felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep." Marceau said, "I should be asleep, otherwise how could I be in this hellish place?" ”

"Didn't you think it was strange at the time?"

"Strange what? A taxi with no customers out of nowhere? Marceau shrugged, "That's normal, maybe I didn't pay attention, maybe the driver lives in the apartment." However, I'm worried about whether I'll be taken advantage of if I've been asleep. ”

"Listen to me, Marceau." I moved over to her and looked her in the eye, "You've been determined missing." ”

Marceau was silent for a while, and I thought that a woman as intelligent as she would surely understand how bad her current situation was. I also believe that no matter how bad the situation is, she will be able to persevere, because she is not one of those delicate women who has never suffered.

Marceau sighed and smiled wryly.

"Can you be sure I'm still alive?"

"Aren't you still alive?" I say.

"Do you think something might have happened to my body?" She stared at me.

"I don't know." That's all I can say to her.

"What can you do if something really bad happens?" Marceau shook her head with a slight expression of weakness.

"Listen, Marceau, that's all I can say now." I turned her face again and said sincerely, "I can't confirm what happened to you until I find your body." Maybe it's bad, maybe it's not that bad. Don't give up, Marceau, and I'll do everything in my power to protect you. ”

Marceau looked at me earnestly, and finally smiled charmingly, as if she had let go of the stone in her heart.

"I believe in you, Crow." She gently kissed me on the lips, "You're my hero no matter what." ”

"Well, promise me, you must protect yourself here. If you die here, I don't know if you're going to wake up or just die. I stroked her face, "And, until I find you, I don't think waking up is a good thing to pay attention to." ”

"I'll do whatever you say." She said.

"Sue me, do you remember the license plate of the taxi and the appearance of the owner?"

"Of course, I have a pretty good memory."

Marceau described to me what the taxi driver looked like: about fifty years old, of average height, white man, brown curly, with a wide face and thick lips, somewhat bald, judging by the way he spoke and dressed, he was a taxi driver, not someone else, but a man who knew the history, geography and customs of the town very well. Is it possible that this person is a member of the mysterious organization that funded the Tianmen Project?

I repeated Marceau's words in my mind, making sure I didn't forget them or blur them when I woke up.

"Be careful, if the other party is prepared, you should go to the police." Marceau looked at me worriedly and stroked my cheek: "You're just a kid. ”

"Don't worry, I'm going to be eighteen in a month."

"Then, as a gift of adulthood, maybe I can tell you what it means to be a man." Marceau said, fingers running over the bridge of my nose, mouth, throat, chest, all the way to my lower abdomen. I felt the buttons of the garment loosen at her nimble fingertips. Her other hand untied the knot of her shirt and grabbed my hand and put it in her own hood, her mouth spitting hot breath in my ear.

Marceau is a charming woman, especially in terms of how to show sensuality and sultry, she has much more experience and techniques than Tomie. Her ** is about the same size as Tomie's current body, and although the elasticity is slightly lacking, it is softer. I felt her hand unzip my pants and reach in, teasing mine.

But I finally withdrew my hand to stop her from continuing.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I already have a fiancée."

"This is a dream, and no one knows about it but us."

"I don't think so."

Marceau may think it's just an excuse for timidity, but I know it's definitely not an excuse.

"She's not here." Marceau said.

"No, she's here." I stroked my left eye, and yes, she was here, always here.

Marceau stared at me with a puzzled look, but I couldn't explain it to her.

At this moment, an extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded in the corridor:

"Ah Chuan, Ah Chuan, are you here?"

Is Tomie? My surprise was seen by Marceau, and her suddenly tense body relaxed a little.

"You know?"

"Yes. It seems to be ......" I suddenly felt a little unspeakable, not the shame of being caught having an affair, but a mixture of embarrassment, surprise and doubt, and I couldn't describe the complicated feeling: "It seems to be my fiancée." ”

"She called you Achuan?" Marceau asked, grabbing the spear beside him and staring down the hallway, "Aren't you called Crow?" ”

"Crowe is my English name." I replied, suddenly realizing something, "Can you understand the language of the Central Duchy?" ”

"A little."

The footsteps in the hallway became clearer and clearer, it was indeed Tomie's voice, but in addition to that, there was also a sound of scratching, like she was dragging something heavy and walking towards this side.

"Ah Chuan, where are you?"

I was about to answer, but Marceau held my mouth down.

"Don't make a noise......," she said, "it's a monster, and it's going to take on the form of someone you know." ”

"Why don't you answer me? Achuan, you're with Marceau, right? The voice said, laughing, "Don't worry, I won't blame you, you know, I'm lace edge, I heard she's beautiful, why don't you introduce us to her?" ”

Marceau suddenly stole a strange glance at me.

"Your fiancée...... Is it lace trim? ”

I didn't know what to say to her, I wanted to just go underground.

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