Ruth died near the blood bathtub with a female ghost, and Gabrien, Nicks and others guessed the same, but there may also be some external factors to promote the relationship.

As for Hyde, it was clearly chased and killed by Arwen, and finally killed by cutting his throat, and Knicks was also chased and killed by Arwen.

Arwen wants to show that he is omnipotent, but unfortunately his "deliberate" actions instead expose his lack of ability.

It was like the scenes he had received in his mind, and Hyde said it plainly.

“…… He is not an invincible existence in this world, otherwise he would just kill us directly, why would he kill people in this way. ”

That's why would Arwen play with them if he really had invincible power, according to some of the insights in Dr. Talisac's diary about this man's actions, he was the kind of person who was very planned, and sought to take things one step at a time.

"A person of this kind of character will have that kind of bad taste and slowly play with his enemies, no, I don't think it is possible, with his character to act like this, there must be a clear purpose......"

Next, the time for a comeback is coming.

………………

"11136th ......"

"Arwen" walked slowly in the empty Holy Infant Relief House.

His pace was slow, and when he walked past a nearby mirror, there was not a glimmer of light on it, nor was his figure reflected.

"Liszt, this guy is probably about to be unable to hold on, how long can this so-called cage last."

He said something that he didn't understand, and walked forward unhurriedly.

The search would take some time, but it didn't matter, he would find his target quickly. However, to kill them in the most brutal way possible, his aim was to inflict maximum fear on Liszt in order to break his will.

"Arwen" sometimes thinks of her past self, when he was young and, more importantly, a mortal.

He frowned and recalled, remembering when he was still a mortal in the flesh. Before he had yet to pursue his craft. He used to be cowardly, short, and worthless, and spent his days in chaos every day, and his life was extremely embarrassing.

At that time he was not called "Arwen", he had a human name, and like all humans, all fragile mortals, he lived a vulgar life.

-- And one of the moments that changed his life was what happened after he was transferred to the central post office in a small country town. No, to be exact. It's in a DeadLetter Office, where unpostable letters and packages are placed.

...... in the postal system There will be many letters that cannot be sent or found for various reasons, and can only be temporarily preserved, and in many cases, once they are saved, they will be "frozen" for decades.

After all. Whether it is the recipient or the sender, they are probably forgotten.

"Categorize them. Take it apart and don't let go of anything useful, lest we burn something valuable! ”

The head of the post office smiled contemptuously at him.

"Listen up...... Now this is your territory, and it's your job to get this kennel in order. ”

He nodded submissively, like a pug. For this big boss, he nodded in agreement. I didn't dare to say anything.

The next thing, of course, needless to say, is that the work of the dead letter office is boring and boring, and normal people can't tolerate it, after all, the thing that is repeated every day is to constantly pick, pick up, and rummage through letters. Then the useful ones will be categorized. Oh, and if it's a letter addressed to the government, it's better to burn it directly.

Of course, there are some colleagues who think that there is cash hidden in the letters, but that is just a rumor, and he knows that in most cases all he can find is some garbage.

"He" repeated the same work every day, but his heart was not satisfied, and this kind of hard work only allowed him to barely survive in this world, reminding him of how they always failed.

At first, he worked diligently every day, like a woodpecker with the same rhythm and posture every day, and this boring work was just as people could see.

The mountains of junk letters are filled with love letters, complaints, lost novels, Valentine's Day cards with pubic hair, suicide notes from suicide victims, weird flyers, resumes, and even returned gifts......

One after the other, countless and just as tedious. I don't know how long it took, about a year or two, and over time, he learned more and more about the unknown side of the country through his work in this dead letter, which he had never thought about before.

For example, he learned that every few hundred letters reveal the truth that the world is not as simple as it seems.

All kinds of forces, including government agencies, insurance companies, large financial institutions, or some occult groups, never want outsiders to know about their plots, but you can't silence everyone who knows the truth.

There are always some fish in the world who slip through the net, and since the phone may be tapped, they will naturally choose to write letters.

They write letters discussing UFOs, cults, and psychic mediums. To put it bluntly, it's all conspiracy theories, delusional stories, and nonsense. If you change to someone else, you will probably laugh it off and disagree.

But he is different, he can unconsciously see through these words and know the hidden story. He deciphered the secrets of these secret words and unveiled the veil of mystery.

He learned that there were unspeakable mysteries in the world, and he also knew the existence of witchcraft, sublimation rituals, and the origin of the world, whether it was a distant ancient continent or a forbidden book hidden by a magician. …… He also learned about an island that was once thought to be Atlantis and the exact date of Judgment Day.

How unbelievable, he gradually came to know that this place was actually a great treasure, a place full of junk letters, where endless secret treasures slumbered, and he was in the treasure mountain without knowing it, and had never seriously investigated them.

It took another three years, through the way of categorization, to find more clues from the huge "treasure trove", and he gradually unearthed an ancient, mysterious, almost lost skill.

Those clues are myriad, contained in various beliefs, religions, and cognitions of human beings, and he relies on his own sober consciousness to open the ever-expanding door of perception, filter a large amount of information, and find the most correct path of wisdom from it. (To be continued......)