"Smack."

On the old wooden table, a rusty lantern flickered twice and lit up.

A dim light illuminated the small room. Inside, it's decorated in a Victorian style, with patterned wallpaper all around. Except for an old box-spring bed, all that remained was a crimson table in the center.

There was only one thing on the table, a lantern.

However, this statement is not entirely accurate, because in addition to the lantern, there is actually a wriggling red object on it, which rises and falls like breathing under the illumination of the light.

From tables to walls, this red object and spurting blood stains were everywhere. In the corner of the room, a bloody head told the reason.

Apparently, the object was part of a corpse scattered throughout the room.

As the only living person in the room, Yager, who had just turned on the light in the dark, was silent.

In the dim light, himself, bloodstains, and the wriggling corpse were clearly visible.

It seems a little bit bad.

He said why the table was slimy and bug-like when the light was turned on...... It turned out to be these corpse pieces.

It's a little disgusting to touch a hand.

But before worrying about why this thing is alive, there seems to be something more serious than his presence at the 'murder scene of a moving corpse'. For example......

Yager looked down at himself expressionlessly.

His veins swimming in the air turned around and said 'hi' to him.

Well, let's say this.

When he turned on the light, he could clearly see the blood vessels in his arms coming out of his skin like snakes, fluttering up and down in the air, probing his brain.

And it's not just the hands, but the skin on the body also has a little bump from time to time, indicating the desire for the remaining blood inside to get out. The fear seemed to disappear at the same time, leaving only the primal impulses of bloodthirst.

He's barely doing it now.

But the worst part is that he doesn't remember anything.

Why is he here?

Thinking of this, Yager seemed to have triggered some key point, and his expression unconsciously became cold and arrogant.

"Hunt until the dawn of this never-ending night." He muttered subconsciously.

"Tonight, the hunt begins."

In the empty room, this sentence provoked an echo, and the strong sense of slaughter made the invisible space freeze for a moment.

The next second, he was stunned when he came back to his senses.

No, why kill? Who are you going to kill?

He felt a dull pain in his head, and he half-held his head. As he said this, some memories slowly surfaced in his mind, but only in the last few days, and the distant past seemed to disappear inexplicably.

Fortunately, with the appearance of memories, the symptoms in his body that did not belong to him were also rapidly alleviated.

His name was Yager Dryster, a newcomer to Beckland, who was currently working as an appraiser at a pawn shop in Midtown. His past is mysterious, but it's not within the curiosity of the busy people of Midtown, where hundreds of outlanders can come in a year.

However, for some reason, he always felt as if he was not this "Yager".

There was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door, and a little light came in from far and near in the dark crack of the door.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock at the door.

"Boy, what's going on? What's going on with that noise just now? ”

It was William Sr., the owner of the pawn shop, his current boss.

"It's so big, Hank says the police are almost there! I don't care what weird little hobbies you have, but if you let those fucking bastards find an excuse to ask for money, I want you to look good! ”

The police? Yager thought about it.

Indeed, according to the only memory he can have, the police detectives in this area like to check their shops the most, and every time they come, they will take a lot of oil and water, especially old William often collects some illegal items.

In the past, when this happened, William would withhold the employee's salary and pay bribes.

Hiss......

He gasped in toothache.

It turned out that he was just an ordinary small employee, and his weekly salary was enough for even two pounds, and he was still given according to KPIs. If you are caught by the police once, it is estimated that you will have to work day jobs this year.

Not to mention that now, the only difference between him and the crawling corpse on the ground is that the other has been cracked, and it is dangerous to find even the head if it is found.

You have to cover it up first.

Yager pressed the remaining little floating vessels back into his hand as he pulled a pocket watch out of the pile of blood-paste forks.

"I'm sorry boss, it was the voice of a customer who came to me in private, and he came to authenticate the pocket watch."

"The man seems to have something wrong with his brain, screaming and cursing something, and he fell down from the window, so it's very loud, but his watch is still here."

"Pure gold." He whispered to the point.

"What should I do, is that pocket watch really unknown? Shall we wait for the police to come and ask? Yager hypocritically pretended to be overwhelmed.

Nonsense, can it be auspicious? People are blown up.

He secretly complained in his heart.

"What?" Hearing the words 'pure gold', Old William's voice suddenly rose an octave higher.

"To the police? Do you have water in your brain? I'm telling you, I'm going to see this pocket watch tonight. It's the property of the store, and you don't want to let him risk it! ”

He was about to say something, but Hank's voice from downstairs interrupted the conversation.

"William, come down! The police are coming! ”

Old William spoke, as if he was debating whether to take the pocket watch away now, and Yager could hear him anxiously tapping his cane inside the door.

Don't try to open the door, don't try to open the door.....

Yager prayed silently.

However, the strange thing is that even though his mood is much more normal now, he is still not afraid of the flesh on the ground, and he is not even very afraid of being discovered.

Would it be nice to kill them all.....?

No, there are so many people, it's easy to fail.

He subconsciously did not question the option of 'killing out', which was problematic in the starting point.

Fortunately, in the end, old William still turned around and went downstairs, and warned viciously before leaving: "Hide my pocket watch, and you will be finished if the police find you!" ”

The footsteps 'ascended' away.

Yager breathed a sigh of relief.

Your pocket watch? Old William, you should really go to hang the street lamp!

Speaking of which, handing over this pocket watch doesn't seem like a good decision.

Yager wiped the pocket watch briefly with his hand and saw the lines on it.

Even if he didn't know what some wriggling corpse had done to the pocket watch before it died, there must be something wrong with it in its current half-dead state.

But for the safety of his life, he can only do this first.

When the blood had been wiped clean, it was revealed that it was a finely carved gold watch, and the openwork pattern on the front alone would have allowed the watch to start at a hundred pounds, not to mention the gem-laden hands and gears inside.

Such an expensive pocket watch should not have been sold by such a small pawn shop.

Yager pressed open the front cover and examined the inside. Suddenly, his hand froze in the air.

On the dial was a line of words he hadn't seen before.

In the center, next to the hands that had stopped moving, he saw a strange line of translucent fonts. It stands to reason that he had never seen such a text, but he somehow knew what it meant.

In the dimly lit room, the black-haired and blood-clad youth spat out a strange pronunciation.

"The Moon."