If Agger had been extraordinary, he would have known that he had just spoken in the ancient Hermetic language. As he spat out the words, the moonlight shining in from the window actually lit up.

"What?" Yager, who was originally just subconsciously recited, got an unexpected gain.

Did the moon react to his words? Is this world normal?

He stood there and watched for a moment, making sure nothing else had changed in the room. Well, the veins have all retracted, and he hasn't turned into a monster again because of the moonlight.

The corpses on the ground were wriggling as always.

Yager carefully tucked the pocket watch under the bloody mattress.

Judging from the few minutes he had regained his senses, the worldview he remembered was completely wrong.

However, since he has become like this before, and the changes in his corpse have continued, there is a high probability that the abnormal mysterious event is not unique.

Then there is always someone who knows why. It is even possible, and the police and the army are well aware.

Especially the church. He remembered that there were several churches in each kingdom, and that Beckland alone had three permanent rulers, which was actually a rather strange situation.

Generally, there are not so many 'true gods' in a region at the same time, and two of them are already out of the dog's brain.

Later, you can test old William first. Pawn shops have been on the edge of the red line of the law for so long, and maybe they have encountered a few cases before.

As he pondered, he packed the wriggling flesh on the floor into the quilt and wiped it clean with the only remaining clean sheets, finally making the room human-like in a matter of minutes.

It just so happened that there was also a set of clothes hanging on the back of the door, covered by an outer windbreaker, and the clothes inside were quite clean, at least there were no traces of the murder.

It's just that the corpse is a little difficult to deal with.

Yager hesitated as he looked at the ball of packaged meat on the ground.

It's easy to find out if you throw it away, but it's even more complete when you put it on this police search.

Wait a minute, he seems to be okay......

【Omen of Epólietta】

[Using the invertebrates, ghosts, which are believed to be the harbingers of the old gods, it is possible to incompletely summon the abandoned Tower of Aepolie.] 】

Following his instincts, he reached into the air to grasp it, and slowly grabbed a translucent slug-like object from the void.

Something seemed to connect with him in his head.

"Ahh

A strange sensation came from his face, and he subconsciously covered it.

However, it is not your own skin that you touch.

A slippery touch came from his hand, and even mucus was dripping.

If there was a second person in this room, they would be so frightened that they would crawl away. At this moment, the black-haired youth's face had completely disappeared, replaced by a gray-blue twisted tentacle that stretched out from the original position of his face.

The tentacles slowly descended, swallowing all the fragments of the corpse bit by bit, and then looked around, sweeping away the remaining blood stains in the room.

After a few minutes, it retracted into the void, leaving only wet ground and hands to illustrate its existence.

“.......”

Yager was silent.

He still overestimated his position, originally thought that he just didn't look like a human, but he didn't expect that he had directly advanced to the height of the tentacle monster.

It's good that now I'm sure I'm definitely going to hide from the church.

With a solemn expression, he wiped and wiped his hand on the table.

But there's another thing about his past career.

At the moment when he stretched out his hand, he vaguely saw that he had something like a soul space, which stored many clothes and weapons, including the medium he had just used to summon tentacles.

The style resembles the legendary Witcher outfit.

Maybe he was a hunter who was in the same league as the devil in the past?

Yager guessed.

Outside the door, the sound of noisy shouting was heard again.

"Detective Jackson, what the hell is going on? We didn't see anything out of the ordinary. 2nd Floor......"

Old William's voice appeared at the corner of the stairs, and he sounded much less angry and more genuinely scared than before.

"The law enforcement process of the police is completely confidential, how can I reveal it to you!" This is Detective Jackson.

It's a bit strange that Jackson is an old acquaintance of theirs and has received a lot of benefits, and it is the first time that he has such an iron-faced and selfless image.

The footsteps soon came upstairs, and the visitor pushed the door open.

At the head of the pack was his impressive Jackson. The last time he was in the shop, old William gave him a full seven pounds before he was asked to leave.

But Jager is sure William Sr. is making more.

But the people behind Jackson were completely unimpressed. They were all dressed in black robes with serious expressions, and one of them wore a silver necklace hanging from his chest.

The abstract carving is a bit like the shape of an ocean.

"May the storm be with you." The old brother who came first said in a deep voice.

Got it, it's the Storm Church.

Yager nodded.

I am afraid that these churches are indeed specialized in the occult. People who hadn't been to church in a long time before the pawn shop came this time as soon as something strange happened.

It doesn't seem to be going well.

"Hello." He imitated the appearance of an ordinary clerk at a loss, "Is there anything special about it?" The previous noise here was just like Boss William said, it was just the customer's emotion. ”

"Where are the customers? What is your name? The church staff continued to ask. We need you to describe it again and tell it as it is. ”

He stared at Yager with blue eyes that were extremely threatening. "If you lie to us, you will face a court trial."

"Okay." Yager pretended to be obedient and nodded.

He now looked like he had just turned twenty, and he looked like a student. Thanks to this face, the Storm Church personnel didn't seem to put their suspicions on him.

Instead, William and Hank, who were downstairs, were still stopped for questioning.

"The customer said his name was John." He recalls honestly.

"Probably..... He is in his forties and has obvious wrinkles on his face. His hair was messy, his trench coat was a little old, and the dark circles under his eyes were heavy. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of a room of church personnel suddenly focused.

Oh?

He raised an eyebrow in his heart.

"He's a middle-aged man in his forties?" The old brother just now repeated the words slowly.

"That's right," Yager described, "with a goatee, thin, and lake-green eyes. ”

"When I came in, he took out a pocket watch for me to appraise, but while I was looking at it, he suddenly started repeating it over and over again: 'It's coming,' 'It's coming,' and then hurriedly left with the watch."

Church members pulled out a photo. In the black-and-white photo, it happens to be the customer's face.

"Is that him?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure." He replied.

"Didn't you see where he went?"

"Nope."

The interrogating church member suddenly turned his head to look at his companion standing behind him and nodded at him.

The member held his necklace.

As he moved, Ager felt a restraint that was too weak to exist, and the other non-member of the Church, Detective Jackson, immediately fell into a strange state of absence.

"Do you know Bill Rudolph?" The member asked.

"I don't know." He replied, mimicking the detective's sluggish expression.

"Are you a member of the Psychic Alchemy?"

"It's not."

It seems that the corpse is Mr. Bill of the Psychological Alchemy Society.

"Is there a lie or concealment of what you just said?"

Yager hesitated, but finally didn't say anything about the pocket watch.

"Nope."

Although it is not safe to give a pocket watch to William Sr., it has a connection to the corpse, and may expose his previous inhuman state.

After asking the three questions, the church members immediately breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly put down the necklace in their hands, and nodded to the elder brother who was the leader. The faint restraint disappeared immediately.

Yager finished lying with ease.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Judging by the level of restraint, these church personnel may not even be able to beat the little tentacles he just released to open the meal, and his future life will be relatively safe.

Oh no, maybe a little more than a wriggling corpse, no deterrent.

But in this case, the Yager in memory is really not him. Can an ordinary and poor migrant worker casually solve the investigators of the church? Unlikely.

So how did he himself end up in this place? And how did you lose your memory?

Yager watched absentmindedly as the church's investigators packed up and left the shop, disappearing at the end of the road.