The darkness, as soft as a white feather covering his body, carried him away from the solid ground and flew to heaven.

It was in a joy that filled his body and soul that he heard the slight sound of liquid flowing and ticking...

And then a high, contented, sinful laugh...

……

Not.

Office, Dean opened his eyes, waking up from his licking memory, a trace of solemnity flashing across his face.

"Missing memory."

He had never encountered such a situation, and the memory contained in the blood of the Reverend Duane André, who had just died this morning, seemed to be drained by something, and only the last hazy but profound feeling remained, telling Dean—

Last night the priest was attacked by something in his sleep.

The thing that attacked him emitted a human-like laugh, and it was supposed to be a humanoid, or human-intelligent being.

The attacker seems to have made a mistake, so instead of letting people die in their sleep as many times as before, this time they woke up and fell weakly to their deaths.

The progress of the event jumped to twenty percent.

……

"Well, what did you find?" Sean asked,

"There's a bit of an eyebrow." Dean looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was only eight o'clock in the morning, "I'll go out first, you wait for the coroner to arrive at nine o'clock, and then quietly monitor him so that he won't be discovered." ”

"OK, snakes and wolves are good hunters, just leave it to me." Sean patted his chest in reassurance.

Dean nodded, leaving the shallows in his trouser pocket in the office and accompanying Sean.

Then he took the tube of Andrei's blood sample, pulled open the space node in front of him and jumped in.

In the next second, he appeared in the Hawkins lab and found another doctor who was also known as Sean.

"Can the lab test all aspects of blood?" Dean handed the tube to the doctor, who nodded with a smile on his blonde,

"With one of the most advanced bioassays in the world, you won't be disappointed."

"Help me measure the total number of red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets... All kinds of viral and bacterial infections... In particular, the total number of red blood cells, hemoglobin content, and see if there are any symptoms of anemia. ”

"Wait a minute, you will have the results before noon."

……

Confession.

Dean roamed back to the hospital in the small town of Ganano, and walked down the empty west side of the street, following the addresses of death recorded in the deceased's files, past abandoned shops, small courtyards overgrown with weeds...

In the streets, there were some townspeople, mostly wrinkled-skinned and scruffily dressed old men, sitting on chairs in front of the messy lawn that had not been tended for a long time, smoking cigarettes, basking in the rare winter sun with blank faces, numbness and pain in their cloudy eyes, and a hidden despair.

None of the children and relatives are around.

They can only live alone in this empty house, as if they were going to decay with the town that is about to dry up.

Dean thought for a moment and sped to 36 Carey Street, where the seventh deceased in the file died of anemia, the house of Sayr Dance.

Among the tall and lush cedar trees emerges a two-story villa with a red gable top.

Telekinesis opened the door from the inside, and Dean flew straight into the bedroom on the second floor, where the furniture was covered with a thick cloth and covered with dust, empty, and the God's perspective did not scan anything unusual.

He took out the sooth divination suit that had not been used in the space for a long time, and shouted in a soft voice in the dark hall.

"Friends together, heartfelt, souls near, I call to you, Cel Danse..."

Then the sound of a summoning echoed in every room.

But there was not the slightest response.

Dean stood in the middle of the empty hall and took out the deceased's file again to confirm it.

"The archives record that Cell's death was in the second-floor bedroom, but there was no response to the call to his soul here."

"There are several scenarios."

"The other man is not dead, the house is not the place of his death, his soul is devoured and destroyed, and the soul has returned to a special place."

Dean leaned towards the third guess.

In order to verify, he infiltrated the homes of all the deceased on the death list one after another.

Ninety percent of the elderly people moved away after their deaths, leaving behind a lifeless, abandoned house, and Dean's psychic rituals in these houses all ended in failure.

"A coincidence, which can be said to be the case with all of them, is enough to prove that these dead people have all suffered some kind of special treatment."

The progress of the event jumped to twenty-five percent.

"Now let's make sure they're dead or not."

Dean walked alone to the south of the depressed town.

A cemetery surrounded by a rusty iron fence.

Quacking crows comb their feathers in the bare maple trees, and tombstones stand in the white snow, like guards standing on the docks of the River Styx.

Dean quickly found a crooked tombstone to the west, lifted it up, and wiped the snow off the handwriting:

Sayre Dance

October 7, 1922

December 26, 1981

The Angel of Death who guards them

Bronze lamp in front of the golden door

They've been brought into the black water

God allowed him to lie quietly.

……

Dean looked around to make sure there was no one near the cemetery, and waved his right index finger.

The snow on the grave swayed with a large handful of dirt, like a curtain that had been opened, and with an invisible force parted to both sides, revealing the black coffin inside, and the coffin lid flew up.

An old man lay quietly inside, because the period after entering the earth was a harsh winter, and the local climate was very cold, so there was no terrible image such as a giant view.

His neck and face, which were exposed outside his clothes, were covered with a network of corrupt veins, and the small mole on his forehead and hooked nose were clearly visible... It was Sayre Dances.

The corpse is still there, and under the perspective of life, the light of life is gone, and there is no doubt about death, with no obvious internal and external wounds.

Without any movement from Dean, a drop of congealed blood flew out of Cell's body and into his mouth.

Dean closed his eyes and licked his memories, then opened them again.

"Barren than Duane André's blood, without any memory, blank."

According to Dean's experience, even a month after his death, there should be at least a little remnant of the past, and the current situation is obviously abnormal.

……

He waved his hand.

The coffin closes, and the soil and snow are poured back like magnets until they are leveled.

Restoration of graves.

Dean walked to the grave of another deceased man, opened the coffin in the same way, examined the body with life perspective, and licked the memories.

As expected, all the dead, including those who had just been buried this morning, did not have any memories in their blood, as if they had been robbed of the qualities of their past lives.

The progress of the event jumped to 27 percent.

……

Ice and snow, in the middle of a desolate cemetery.

Dean's brain was running at high speed and he came to some conclusions.

"In the intervening months, the dead in the small town of Ganano have actually died."

"They also have blood problems and don't have any memory."

"One of them, Sayr Danse, had severe anaemia, which may explain the cause of the blood abnormality."

However, from the clues gathered, anemia is only an isolated phenomenon and is not universal.

Dean wanted to support his inference, first of all, he had to reject the two dozen or so autopsy reports of "natural deaths", and he looked at his watch, and at half past four in the afternoon, the sun had begun to set in the west.

"It's almost over."

He pulled open the node in front of him, returned to Hawkins to get the blood test report, and then entered the Ganano Township Hospital, found Sean guarding the dark corner of the corridor on the first floor, and gently patted the other party's shoulder,

"Has Momir Dane finished examining the body?"

"Man, can you stop being haunted and not scaring people?" Sean was so frightened that fine snake scales appeared on his face, and then he reluctantly withdrew the scales, looked at the opposite laboratory and nodded, "The inspection is over, he is writing a report." ”

"Is there anything out of the ordinary?" Dean turned his gaze to the basement morgue, and in the white light that was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, there were dense stitching marks on the body of Pastor André on the stainless steel morgue, as neat as a zipper.

In the opposite laboratory, an old man in his sixties, with a face as cracked as the sun, a straight back, and a very tough and decent old man, was standing between a pile of test equipment and a test-tube microscope, filling out a report.

He ticked "accidental death" among "natural death", homicide, accidental death, suicide, pending investigation, and uncertain, and the cause of death was a severe head injury caused by a fall.

"I don't see any problems." There was a hint of admiration in Sean's eyes, "This guy examined Pastor Andre's head, face, neck, back, top to bottom, from the outside to the inside, and opened the ribs and skull. ”

"He did the blood tests too?"

"Hmm." Sean nodded, "I heard that this Daine coroner is responsible for autopsies in several towns, and he is very experienced and very professional. ”

Dean continued to peep at the coroner from God's perspective, many of the items in the blood tests attached to his report were written negative, and there were no symptoms of blood loss or anemia, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a hint of sarcasm,

"Professional, it's quite professional to cheat."

"What do you mean?"

"His report was wrong." Dean took another blood test report from the Hawkins lab from his bosom and handed it to Sean, who glanced over the pile of tests and locked on the most critical red blood cell count: 45 percent heme.

Possible diagnosis: harmful anemia, primary or intermediate.

Slightly better than the severe anemia of the seventh deceased, Sayre Dance, but also anaemia, enough for an old man to fall weakly while climbing the stairs.

Sean looked at the report in a daze and then at Dean, and immediately chose to believe his companions around him,

"Why did Medical Examiner Dane falsify this report from Pastor Andre?"

"Forge one?" Dean shook his head, a glint in his eyes, "There is more than one, dozens of reports since Sail Dance, all of them have been forged by him. He deliberately concealed the truth of his anemia and faked it as a natural death, so as not to attract the attention and panic of the townspeople and the police. ”

Now, Dean can basically determine his inference.

The real cause of death of all the dead in the town of Ganano in the last two months has been "anemia", not some natural death - something evil attacked them at night after they were asleep, causing the dead to be anemic, taking away memories and precious souls from their blood.

Event progress jumped to forty percent.

A light flashed in Dean's mind like lightning, and a friend once said to him - "Blood is the carrier of the soul, and when we suck blood, we are also sucking the soul and life." ”

"Falsifying so many autopsy reports... Hide the gruesome murders. Sean interrupted his thoughts, gritted his teeth, and his pupils suddenly turned into cold vertical pupils, "So Momir Dane is the murderer?" ”

"He doesn't have to be a murderer." Dean looked through the crack in the door to see through the life perspective coroner, the light of life was weaker than a healthy prime, and it didn't give Dean any sense of threat, not like someone who could silently kill more than thirty old people who made them anemic, "It could also be an accomplice." ”

Sean suggested, "Why don't you hypnotize this guy and ask for the truth." ”

Dean's pupils shrank into a slit, like an eagle staring at its prey, and an uncontrollable intuition burst out like a sneeze in his heart, hypnotizing or controlling the forensic doctor would lead to unpredictable consequences, "Hypnosis is useless, let's follow him and see what tricks he plays." ”

Dean telepathized with the Shoal, "Summoning your 'Rat's Friends' to keep an eye on the town, the attackers may launch a new assault tonight, let me know as soon as the time comes." ”

"Obey the master." The badge staggered out the window.

……

In a moment, Dean took Sean to follow Forensic Momir Dane from a distance, watched him hand over the report to the doctor, and after some sighing, he turned around and went out.

Winter darkens early, but at five o'clock, the sun has begun to set, and a pale black twilight has opened up between the earth.

Momir drove a few kilometres north into another two-story cottage on the outskirts of the town of Ganano.

Not noticing the lightning-bolt black line that crossed the sky behind him.

Dean, who was telekinesis, landed under a pine tree at the back of the villa with Sean, shielded himself from sound and smell with his telekinesis shield, and swept the room from God's perspective.

Momir went straight to the second floor, took out a thick photo album from the closet in his bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through the pages.

A large number of old, yellowed photographs were revealed, which looked to be twenty or thirty years old, recording a group photo of men huddled together in thick blue cotton clothes and hard hats with miner's lamps.

The miners had powerful smiles on their lips, and their young faces were covered in dark and thick dust, but Dean could easily recognize that many of them resembled the recent deaths in Ganano, presumably younger versions.

Among them was Momir Dane.

The medical examiner seems to have been a colleague of the deceased in his youth, having worked in the unexhausted Ganano mines, and the photograph shows that he still had a very good relationship.

The progress of the event jumped to 45 percent.

Dean couldn't understand even more, why did Momir hurt these old guys?

Sean couldn't help but interrupt him, "Man, we've been hiding here all the time, not going in and taking a look?" ”

"I can observe, don't talk, be patient."

"Okay."

Dane, in the bedroom, looked at the photo, and tapped his finger at the photo of the Reverend Duane André who had just died this morning, but it was a younger version,

"I'm sorry, old man, I was supposed to let you walk more peacefully, without the slightest pain or accident, but something unexpected happened, and I will help you find out."

After apologizing, he began to mutter some strange prayers, and his voice was filled with a suppressed expectation,

"Our Lord in the kingdom makes the name holy."

"On earth, as in heaven, give us the pain of today and the fruit of tomorrow."

"Oh, Lord of the Flies!"

"You are in charge of death and resurrection, giving the dead a restful sleep, and giving my dead brothers eternal peace."

"I have chosen a sacrifice for you, and now I present you with carrion and stinky meat..."

What is Lord of the Flies?

Dean's eyelids jumped, and he noticed that the progress of the event had jumped to fifty percent.

Momir continued to pray, his old face reverent as God's priest,

……

In Momir's emotional chatter, the sun gradually and completely fell.

Heavy darkness enveloped the villa, and the wind blew through the sparse trees and hillsides.

Dean suddenly jumped his eyelids and gave Sean beside him an absolutely quiet stern look.

Something silently floated across the night sky, into God's perspective, and flew out of the window on the second floor of this villa, obviously there was no protruding part of the outside that was enough to settle and support, but it just floated outside the window, hanging like a big bat.

Dane's prayers suddenly stopped, and he looked out the window excitedly.

In the darkness, in the terrible silence, there was a young, handsome boy.

His skin was as pale as a dead man, his eyes were scarlet and bulging with an animal light, his lips were a dark red that flowed like a liquid, and his forehead was pale and unblemished,

His mouth was cracked, gilded with a dark silhouette, revealing two elegantly long, sharp canine teeth,

Bang bang.

His small, awl-like fingernails knocked twice on the window.

"Momir Dane, open the window and let me in."

This sweet and evil command.

Momir fell to his knees with red cheeks and spoke tremblingly, "Come in, messenger. ”

(End of chapter)