Colt lives on the north bank of the River Thames in London, about two kilometres from the University of the Arts London. Wake up every morning to the bells of St. Bartholomew's Cathedral on the other side of the block, and head for a spin in nearby Regent's Park. Then go to a nearby gym for an hour to work out, and as a 42-year-old parent of three children, he needs to be in good shape.

After the workout is done, around nine o'clock, Colt will drive to work. Then around five o'clock in the afternoon, he would go for a little drink, relax, and arrive home for dinner about half past six.

This was basically the standard habit of the middle class living on the north bank of the Thames, which Colt had maintained for more than a decade, since the birth of his second son, Rattle.

It's just that in recent times, he has gradually become unable to tolerate such a lifestyle.

The first is the nearby cathedral bells.

The cathedral was destroyed in the war and was rebuilt to become a symbol of London's medical institutions. Historically, this church has been known for its miraculous healing properties, and the sick, not the clergy and parishioners, have filled every aisle of this church.

And now, Colt began to feel that the bells of this cathedral were becoming manic. Especially at twelve o'clock in the evening, the low sound of the bell seemed to be able to penetrate into his body and reverberate, and each blow made him feel unbearable pain, as if an invisible giant hand was grasping his heart at once.

Bartholomew's Hospital, adjacent to the church, has a prominent place in cardiology and cancer research, and has been featured in the famous detective novel Sherlock Holmes, where Watson and Sherlock Holmes meet for the first time in the chemistry room.

Unfortunately, even with thorough cardiology research, St. Bartholomaier's Hospital was unable to detect Colt's condition. All the checks are proven. Colt's body is very good, and it can even be said that the body of a forty-two-year-old Colt is not much worse than that of a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young man.

The only problem was that his heart seemed to be a little too young.

How to put it, there is no blood clot in this heart, no fat deposits. The pulsation is strong and even. It's more like the heart of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy than a white-collar heart with a not-so-normal lifestyle.

After the cathedral bells made Colt feel less comfortable, he began to have some unrealistic thoughts about his family.

This was especially true when he saw that his second son, who was only twelve years old, had already shown a great talent in mathematics, and even began to study group theory. Every time Colt sees Lat, he always has a desire to pounce and devour the other party, and there is also a fear of avoiding his own son. The idea of these two simultaneous existence of zài made him feel extremely tormented over time.

As for the rest of the family. Although Colt did not have such anxious thoughts, subconsciously, there was a concept that "they are just food".

This concept made him uneasy, and out of fear, he did not talk about these thoughts with his therapist. But his psychotherapist also sensed Colt's recent agitation and came up with a nice-sounding suggestion.

Colt can move to the suburbs to live. You can buy a nice three-storey house there. Even if there is no park, at least the small garden in the yard can make up for it. Other than that, he didn't have to listen to the cathedral bells. The things that made him feel so miserable that he couldn't sleep at night would disappear with the move.

Colt consulted with his wife and accepted the advice of a therapist. They had already found a good target a few days ago, a small three-story building, a small courtyard, and a lawn that still needed to be taken care of, but they could have a party on the weekends.

With that goal in mind, he's better now. Thinking that he would be able to move in half a month, he also felt a little reluctant to give up the home on the twelfth floor where he lives now.

It was a Monday, and Colt had just returned home after a morning workout.

He needs to take a shower and go downstairs. Right now. The doorbell suddenly remembered that his wife walked over and looked out with the cat's eyes, and then asked, "Who are you?" ”

Colt didn't hear the answer, but at that moment, he turned his head to look at the door. There seemed to be a potential danger there, to be exact, a terrible beast outside the door, eyeing Colt through the door.

He couldn't understand why he was suddenly so frightened, he couldn't understand his actions, and at that moment, he felt like his body was being split in half. A potential him is controlling his body, but the real him can only stay in the corner of his body and observe the qiē in front of him blankly.

Colt's wife didn't get an answer that satisfied her, and the woman slammed the cat's eye off the tin and muttered, "If you don't leave now, the police will let you go." ”

In addition to this, Colt seems to have heard his wife say something like "Oriental".

Just when he thought it was coming to an end, the door opened on its own.

At that moment, an indescribable momentum suddenly poured in through the crack in the door, as if the terrible beast had turned into air and seeped in.

Colt moved backwards and slammed into the cabinet next to the wall, and the picture frames on it fell with a clatter, and some of them even fell to the ground. The glass snapped, but the sound came to an abrupt halt, along with the screams of Colt's wife.

Silence fell in an instant, as if something had condensed the whole air, and Colt took another step back in this condensed air.

There were three Orientals standing in the doorway, one of whom was a child, holding a shabby-looking raccoon in his hand.

The little girl smiled sweetly, turned her head to look, and when she saw Colt, she made some clumsy gestures, as if she was respecting the etiquette of the Boy Scouts, and she didn't know how to be polite anyway.

The young Oriental behind her, who looked very calm, looked at Colt and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to bother at this time." But it looks like we're not wrong. ”

Colt was a little confused, and then the man continued, "Introduce myself, my name is Luo Tong, I am from the Demon Judgment Group, and I am here to send you greetings from the East. ”

"Death, infiltrator." (To be continued!)

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