Pain!

Heart-piercing pain!

There seemed to be a whisper in my ears, and my whole body seemed to be being eaten by ants.

Li Yingjie opened his eyes, and the crimson light veil shone through the glass window on the inkwell with an angel pattern, and next to the inkwell was a silver fountain pen with intricate patterns.

"Where is this?" Li Yingjie looked at the crimson moon in the sky and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

There was a sudden flood of information in his head, which was a memory that did not belong to him, another person's life.

"Damn? I just fell asleep while doing the experiment, how did I cross over? Li Yingjie patted his head, and couldn't help cursing the "boss" in his heart.

He probably understood the reason for the crossing, and after thirty hours of continuous experiments, he died suddenly, and then he woke up to this kind of place. It's all to blame on the damn "boss" for squeezing him with graduation.

Dog, if he had the opportunity to return to his original world, he would definitely not be desperate anymore.

The memories gradually merged, fragments appeared in his mind, and he gradually knew the identity of the original owner.

The original owner was a descendant of the Abrahamic family, whose father died unexpectedly at an early age, and his mother, who gradually lost control after becoming an extraordinary person, entrusted him to a merchant before he lost control.

Later, by chance, the original owner became an extraordinary person in the path of fate, and since then he has been on the verge of losing control.

In other words, this is a mysterious world, Li Yingjie glanced up at the sky and restrained his divergent thoughts.

There are too many taboos in the world of the Lord of Mysteries, and many things cannot be thought about, and only in this way can he ensure safety.

As he gathered his thoughts, the murmuring in his ears faded away, and the pain in his body seemed to improve a lot, which was exactly the effect of meditation.

Suddenly, a gas lamp lit up in a corner of the room, and a yellowish glow dispelled the darkness, and next to the firelight was a woman in loose pajamas.

The light gray hair is slightly curly, and the body is slightly plump, if you want to use an idiom to describe it, it must be tolerant.

By the light of the gas lamp, Li Yingjie saw that the black meridians under his skin seemed to crawl like insects, and then slowly quieted down.

Li Yingjie knew that this was a precursor to the loss of control of the extraordinary, and he was already on the verge of losing control.

If he doesn't think about it, at most in a year or two, he will get out of control and become the target of the crusade of the night watchers.

"Lewis, are you having nightmares again?" The woman let Li Yingjie lean on her shoulder, and Li Yingjie smelled the faint scent of essential oils.

"I'm in pain." Li Yingjie raised his head with twisted facial features and entered the role play of Lewis, although he was not really Lewis.

"Lewis, if people call you a monster, be a real monster. I'll give you another twenty pounds to relax a little bit in the brothel and be a gentleman who knows how to listen. The woman reassured.

Li Yingjie opened his mouth slightly, he suspected that he had heard it wrong, his sister actually encouraged him to go to a brothel.

With such a beautiful sister, Lewis actually went to the brothel often.

This Lewis, isn't he too scum? He likes the treatment, though.

"Thank you, sister." Li Yingjie made Lewis from memory. Harvey's movements, kissed the woman's face.

"Rest for now, and don't forget to share what you heard with me tomorrow."

Turning around, the woman habitually pinched her right eye socket, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with just the right amount of arc.

"Yes, dear sister." Lewis replied with a smile.

When the gas lights went out, Lewis slowly fell asleep. I don't know why, in a moment just now, he suddenly felt that this woman was very strange.

Lewis did not forget this sense of dissonance, and in the mysterious world, intuition is not just intuition, but revelation from the spirit.

What's more, Lewis himself is a transcendent and a monster of the path of fate.

As a monster, Lewis has extremely sharp instincts and hearing, and can often hear sounds that are difficult to detect. He felt out of harmony, and most likely something was really wrong.

In the morning, Lewis had breakfast with his sister, freshly baked bread with bacon and a layer of sweet cream, and it didn't taste very bad.

"Lewis, try to be a real monster, perhaps, this will help your condition, and you will be able to hear the murmur in your ears sooner rather than later." Mandy pinched her right eye socket and turned to leave.

The smiling Lewis watched Mandy, a senior employee at a bank with a salary of nine pounds a week, plus the legacy left by his adoptive parents, enough for the two to make a good living.

Until it was confirmed that Mandy had left the room, Lewis suddenly dilated his pupils, and a sense of fear filled his brain.

What Mandy said just now was hinting at him to play the law?

He didn't remember that Mandy had a habit of pinching his right eye socket, and he didn't remember that Mandy was a girl who pampered her younger brother, in fact, Mandy was very serious in his memory.

It wasn't until a rainy night two years ago that he had become transcendent that night, and Mandy was a little different from before.

As Lewis pondered deeply, the whispers in his ears became clearer, and the black lines under his skin seemed to come to life, a precursor to a loss of control.

Lewis tried to gather his divergent thoughts, and through meditation, the murmuring in his ears faded away, and his mind became much clearer.

Not daring to think about it any more, Lewis packed up his dishes, dressed in his formal attire, and went out for a carriage ride.

"To the church of the goddess of the night." Lewis said to the coachman.

"Eightpence."

Lewis took out a one-soule note and handed it to the coachman, the purchasing power of eightpence was equivalent to thirty or forty yuan in his previous life, and he could have had a good lunch.

"Storm! No, the goddess of the night is above. Lewis sketched the crimson moon four times on his chest, and these eightpences were all for devout faith, and of course, it would be nice if the goddess reimbursed her.