Argentina.

The capital and largest city of Argentina, it is located on the south bank of the Río de la Plata, in the southeast of South America, across the river from the Republic of Uruguay.

Buenos Aires.

Time: Late at night.

A reception room.

The white color is a bit seeping.

And in the middle there is a table.

On the left sat a man dressed in prisoner's clothes, and on the right sat three people.

In the middle is an old woman with white hair, and the same is true on the right, just an old man.

Further to the left, there is a clergyman dressed in church robes.

"Mr. Brumetti, we want to get you out."

Kajialian, the old woman who seemed to be the leader in the middle, secretly glanced at the clergy on the left, and said calmly.

The old man on the right, A. Rogov, picked up these words, looked at the prisoner in front of him, who looked a little dazed and painful, and said seriously.

"We take your word for it, but you have to cooperate with us and answer our questions carefully."

Not long after, Brumetti's wife died one night.

And Brumetti was arrested by the police on charges of killing his wife.

But because Blumerdi was adamant, claiming that he did not kill his wife, but that something else had killed his wife.

Hearing this, Brumetti seemed to be a little sober, and his eyes began to appear a little smart.

"Have you talked to my lawyer?"

A. Rogov replied: "Yes. ”

He paused, "But your lawyer doesn't seem to trust us anymore, just as he doesn't trust you." ”

After speaking, A. Rogov took out a bunch of photos from the file bag in front of him and put them in front of Brumetti one by one.

The photos are all bloody, pictures of a woman at her death.

Brumetti's gaze was a little evasive, his breath was heavy, and he reached out and pushed the pile over.

"No, I've already seen it."

"Nope." A. Rogov shook his head, ignoring Brumetti's gaze, and continued to spread out the photo: "You don't know this, you've never seen it before. ”

"We take your word for it, Mr. Blumedi, and we know that you did not kill your wife." The old woman, Kajialian, picked up the words.

"Although we have no hard evidence, we are willing to help you, so please look at these pictures, Mr. Brumetti."

Brumetti raised his head and looked at the four people in front of him, although the middle two were wearing simple clothes, they had a very special aura, which was different from ordinary people.

The only thing that puzzled him was why the clergy of the church, who were respected and loved, were here.

But because of the clergyman who looked calm and nodded at him, he mustered up the courage to pick up the bloody photo in front of him.

The first photo is of a strange woman with a bloody face and a knife-like cut on her forehead.

"This isn't Clara......" Brumetti subconsciously said.

A. Rogov nodded and replied: "This is indeed not your wife, this happened in Córdoba a few months ago, in a similar case to yours." ”

As he spoke, A. Rogov added one more sentence to show his affirmation:

"No, it's almost exactly the same as your case, everyone's testimony is the same as yours."

Brumetti pursed her lips and picked up the second one again.

"Today, there have been fifty-seven cases like yours."

The old man in front of him said something that made him feel creepy.

Brumetti took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions and feelings in his heart.

"So, Mr. Blumedy." A. Rogov straightened up, stretched forward, and said seriously.

"We need to know everything you remember."

Hearing this, Brumetti put down the photo, folded his hands on the table, and trembled slightly.

"What do you want to ask?"

A. Rogov and Kagallen looked at each other, then at the clergy, who had not spoken.

"Your house, including your neighborhood......" Brother Ralph said quietly, his voice low.

"All the unusual things."

Brumetti closed his eyes, his expression a little pained, as if recalling.

"Clara usually cooks dinner and then waits for me to come back and eat it together, and that night, for the first time, she didn't cook dinner, and her expression was very bad, pale and weak......"

Brumetti opened his eyes, rubbed his hands on the table, and his voice trembled.

"I asked her, and she said, she said there was someone in the sewer talking and discussing how to kill her."

"I didn't take her words seriously, I just thought it was" The voice of the neighbor renovating the house, she heard it wrong, and she had auditory hallucinations. ”

A. Rogov grasped the key point: "Neighbors? ”

Brumetti nodded, falling into memory:

"My neighbor Walter, he seems to be depressed, his face is so bad that he hasn't slept for days and nights, and he always renovates his house at the wrong time."

"Late that night, we were still woken up by his noise."

"I wanted to go out and get him to stop, but Clara stopped me before I could go out because she said she heard those voices again."

Brumetti's eyes were red and tears welled up, and he felt a little remorseful.

She said she heard those discussions again that they were going to kill her.

"I didn't believe it, and my mind was full of wanting to go out and get Walter to stop his nuisance."

Kajialian sighed: "So you're out?" ”

"Yes, I'm out." Brumetti said with tears in her voice.

"When I went out, the noise stopped, and I rang Walter's doorbell unconvinced, but he didn't respond.

But as I was about to leave, I heard some heavy, muffled breathing, indicating that Walter was at home, and the stalemate continued, but the door was still closed, and I had no choice but to go back and prepare to argue with him tomorrow......"

Brumetti's voice kept talking.

"But when I got back, the noise started to sound again, which made me feel angry, and I wanted to risk breaking into the house to argue with Walter, but I suddenly realized that the sound was coming from my bathroom......"

"Finally I opened the door and saw blood all over the walls of the bathroom, the floor, the bathtub, there was blood everywhere."

The sound becomes more permeable here.

"I saw my wife floating in the air, slamming into the left and right walls, and she was hitting the walls back and forth over and over again as if she was being grabbed by someone......"

Ellis Cathedral was built in 1723.

The 12 tall Roman columns, topped by an isosceles triangle at an acute angle of 15 degrees, form a herringbone ridge, similar to the Pantheon in Rome, the capital of Italy, where Raphael's remains are buried, but with four more columns than the Pantheon.

In front of the gate, Irene, dressed in monastic robes, took all of Brother Ralph's belongings and nodded.

"I'll give everything to Lord Bishop York."

Brother Ralph bowed his head slightly.

Erin returned the salute and then turned and entered the historic and grand Ellis Cathedral.

As soon as you enter, you can see some decorations, and the triangular ridge is carved with Bible stories that come to life.

Erin's eyes were only at her own bishop, who had just sat down on the bench.

In the entire huge cathedral, on the dense row of benches, only her bishop was there.

"Bishop, this is all the anomalous events that happen in Argentina."

Erin walked slowly, stopped next to her bishop, and said softly.

"We have a preliminary suspicion that some other monster has appeared and lurked in the shadows of this country."

"Show me."

York, who has taken over this parish, said indifferently.

Erin picked up all the documents she had just gotten and handed them over.

Listening to the sound ringing in his ears, Yorks took it and began to flip through it.

Just like the crack in country H, when you come to a new place, you must first solve the problems left by the crack.

Because only then can he rest assured.

Now, it seems, something has appeared.

Looking at the photo above and the detailed description, York's eyebrows are slightly raised.

"Extradimensional monsters?"

It's all bloody on it, and it's like that if you see too much.

Mainly, this statement made him feel novel.

"Yes."

Erin, as an assistant-like person, has long known everything.

"That's what those experts came to do."

"Experts? Same as Ed? York smiled.

"Yes, like Mr. Eddard, he is a registered theologian and psychic medium of the Church."

Erin responded, "They think that our world is attached to some dimensional space, and these dimensions are like a bag of flesh together,

Originally, these dimensions did not interfere with each other, but some monsters can exist in two dimensions, and water can be used as a passage for them to travel, so that they can gather to build nests, breed, and even use human bodies. ”

As she spoke, Erin glanced at her bishop's face, noticed that her bishop showed a look of interest, and continued.

"These experts don't know what these monsters are and why they suddenly have strong aggression at this time, but they have studied one thing, that is, these monsters are extremely sensitive to blood......"

Listen, Yorks looked at the other photographs, which were of the experts, with introductions, Kagallen, A. Rogov, and others.

He then flipped to a photograph of a humanoid creature more than three meters tall.

The creature's mouth was long, its mouth open as if hollow, and its feet and hands were as thin as bones, and its nails were spiky and sharp.

The second photo is a crawling humanoid monster, but unfortunately this monster seems to crawl very fast, and only the afterimage of it can be photographed, and a little shape can be roughly seen.

The third, fourth, fifth, and one after another, apparently these experts who don't understand the existence of cracks have also studied for a long time.

It also means a little bit of truth.

This means that over time, when the rift is on the verge of exploding, these relatively quiet monsters also begin to erupt, become aggressive after adapting to the conditions here, and begin to attack humans, and try to reproduce.

It seems that this rift in Argentina has existed for thousands of years, and I don't know how many monsters have sneaked out during this time.

Could it be that the world connected inside the cracks in Argentina is a world of monsters?

Thinking of this, York put everything away, handed it to the little nun, and smiled indifferently:

"Let the experts come and see me."

"Yes! Your Excellency the Bishop. Erin took it, bowed her head slightly, and left.

Only Yorkes sat there alone, his eyes dark.

"A monster from another dimension? Something interesting. ”

(End of chapter)