noffsinger Chapter 784: Red Moon Appears in a Foreign Land, Hospital Worries About Treatment
Chapter 784: Red Moon Appears in a Foreign Land, Hospital Worries About Treatment
The roar in the blood mist was like thunder suppressed in a jar, which made Wang's eardrums hurt.
The time scar on the back of his neck was so hot that it almost burned through his skin.
The scene before my eyes began to blur—the dark figure with the seven-core crown on its head was raising its arm.
The hand covered with corpse spots reached towards Yurina.
"Nana!" Yuuri Takishiro's hoarse voice rang in my ears.
The old man's saber had long since broken into pieces, and at this moment he threw himself before his granddaughter.
The clothes on the back were corroded by the corpse's qi, leaving charred holes, and the blood that seeped out formed black scabs as soon as it dripped onto the ground.
Wang Mian's fingers dug deep into his palms.
Memories of that spring night seventy years ago suddenly flooded back: He was like this then,
The old brother had half of his face torn off by a mountain ghost, and his little granddaughter huddled in his arms and cried.
Tears soaked his coarse shirt into a dark circle.
Later, before the old brother died, he grabbed his wrist and said, "Old Wang, help me watch this girl."
"What the hell are you looking at, girl?" Wang Mian's throat tightened, and the time scar on the back of his neck cracked open with a bloody sound.
He could feel his vitality flowing out of the wound like water from a drained well.
But he still gritted his teeth and raised his hand, pointing his fingertips at the heart of the dark shadow - the compass needle had already stopped there.
The mark that overlapped with his time scar was jumping with the movement of the black shadow.
“Tracing back!”
This was the last time he used time reversal.
The blood mist suddenly solidified.
The shadow's raised hand stopped in mid-air, and the faint blue light in the corpse spots seemed to be paused.
Wang Mian saw the blood drop on Yuuri Takishiro's back hanging in the air, and the outline of a black shadow was reflected in Yurina's wide-open eyes.
He staggered over, grabbed Yurina and ran towards the houseboat - there was a talisman left by Wu Hen in the direction of the houseboat, which could block the corpse energy for a while.
When he looked back, time had started flowing again.
The shadow's palm slammed down on the spot where Yurina had just stood.
A ten-foot-high column of water exploded on the sea surface, and broken ice mixed with rotten flesh fell down with a crackling sound.
Yuuri Takishiro was blown away by the air wave and hit the wooden pillar of the boat house. Half of his back teeth were mixed in the blood foam he spat out.
Wang Mian stuffed Yurina into the boat house and turned to help Yurina Takishiro.
A jade plaque fell out of the old man's clothes, engraved with the words "Demon Suppression Division, Japanese Branch" - it turned out that this old man also worked for the government.
Wang Mian felt a little relieved. When he helped the man into the boat house, he caught a glimpse of several dead animal remains piled in the corner.
One of the bodies had a crescent-shaped burn mark on its neck.
Wang Mian's breathing suddenly stagnated.
He squatted down, and just as his fingertips touched the fur of the dead beast, the time scar on the back of his neck began to tremble - not in pain,
It was a familiar tremor that gave him goosebumps.
It was the scent of the red moon, exactly the same scent as that night in the fishing village seven years ago.
"what are you doing?"
The cold back of the knife pressed against the back of his neck.
Yuuri Takishiro had retrieved the short knife at some point, and although his hand holding the knife was shaking, the tip of the knife was pointing at Wang Mian's heart.
The old man's eyes were bloodshot, like a wolf protecting its cubs. "People from the Demon Suppression Division won't touch the remains of dead beasts casually. Who are you?"
"Grandpa!" Yurina rushed over and pulled his arm.
"He's Grandpa Wang, the one Brother Qiye mentioned!"
"Last year in Dunhuang, Brother Qiye said that a senior who could tell time helped him..."
"Lin Qiye?" Yuuri Takishiro's knife paused slightly.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division knows that the current captain of the Night Squad is a tough guy who can fight his way through a pile of monsters.
He stared at the blood scar on the back of Wang's neck.
He looked at the compass in the corner again - the patterns on the compass were 70% similar to the "Time Wheel" recorded in the ancient books of the Demon-Suppressing Pavilion.
Wang Mian said nothing.
His fingers were still pressing on the fur of the dead beast,
He could clearly feel the aura of the red moon seeping into his body through his fingers, like countless little bugs gnawing at his bones.
He felt the same way seven years ago when the moon in the fishing village suddenly turned red:
The villagers' timeline suddenly became chaotic. Some people became old men as soon as they were born, and some crawled out of their coffins while walking backwards.
Later, people from the Demon Suppression Division came to collect the bodies, saying that it was the aura of the red moon that interfered with the laws of time.
"Where do these dead beasts come from?" Wang Mian suddenly looked up.
His eyes were bloodshot, like two red-hot iron pots.
"In the past month, how many cases of this kind of corpse beast with the aura of the red moon have your Japanese branch encountered?"
Yuuri Takishiro's expression changed.
He let go of the knife and squatted down to examine the wounds of another corpse: "Seven wounds in half a month."
"The first incident occurred in Hokkaido fishing grounds, where fishermen fished out a half-dead whale with these scorch marks on its body.
"The second incident occurred at the foot of Mount Fuji, where climbers discovered three dead monkeys with red moonstone powder stuck between their fingernails..."
He suddenly stopped, looked up at Wang Mian, and asked, "How do you know it's the Red Moon's aura?"
Wang Mian didn't answer.
He took out the compass from his pocket. The needle was spinning wildly and finally pointed to the northwest - the direction of Tokyo.
He remembered the message Wu Hen sent yesterday, saying that the treatment progress of Braki, a patient at the Gods Psychiatric Hospital, had regressed, and asked him to go back as soon as possible.
But now...
"Nai Nai." Wang Mian pulled off the corner of his clothes and tied it around the blood scar on his neck.
"Do you remember what Qiye said about the red moon aura?"
"Nana-san said..." Yurina bit her lip.
“It is said that the Red Moon is the eye of some ancient being that can see through time.
Last year in Dunhuang, they used this to find the remains of the ancient god. She squatted down and poked the burn mark on the neck of the dead beast.
"But this wound... looks like it was caused by electrotherapy?"
"Electrotherapy?" Wang Mian was stunned.
He suddenly remembered that the director of the Gods Psychiatric Hospital had mentioned that they used high-frequency electric currents to stimulate patients' brains and suppress abnormal spiritual powers.
Bragi is the god of light in Norse mythology. Lately, he's been saying, "The red moon is watching over me," so the director increased his electrotherapy dosage...
Suddenly, a cell phone vibrated outside the houseboat.
Wang Mian took out his phone and saw a message from Wu Hen on the screen: [Return quickly, Braki has smashed the treatment cabin again.]
He stood up and put the Time Roulette into Yurina's hands:
"Take this, crush it if you are in danger, and someone will come to pick you up." He glanced at Yuuri Takishiro,
"If anyone from the Japanese branch asks, just say I'm Lin Qiye's friend."
Yuuri Takishiro didn't respond, but just stared at the blood scar on the back of his neck.
Wang Mian knew that the other party was still suspicious, but there was no time to explain.
He turned and walked towards the dock, the sea breeze made his back cold - the burn marks on the neck of the corpse beast,
The shape of the electrodes is exactly the same as that of the Bragi treatment chamber.
The corridors of the Gods Mental Hospital were filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.
Wu Hen stood in front of the treatment cabin, looking at the broken glass and twisted electrode plates on the floor, his brows twisted into a frown.
Braki huddled in the corner, his golden hair stained with blood, his eyes unusually bright. "The red moon is smiling. It said...that I can no longer hide."
"What are you hiding?" Lin Qiye leaned against the door frame, turning a cigarette in his hand.
He didn't light it, but just tapped his chin with the cigarette holder - this was his habitual action when thinking.
Braki suddenly rushed over, his nails almost poking Lin Qiye's eyes: "Hide the timeline!"
"Hongyue can see all timelines, but I'm in the Demon Suppression Bureau's files..."
He suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes became confused again, "Who am I?
Why am I here?
Wu Hen squatted down and picked up a bloody electrode pad.
The curvature of the electrode tip completely matches the scorch marks on the beast corpse described by Wang Mian.
He looked up at Lin Qiye, who nodded slightly. They both thought of that possibility:
Someone was using the electrotherapy equipment from the mental hospital to carve a red moon mark on the corpse beast.
"Go ask Lao Sun and Jill." Lin Qiye flicked his cigarette holder.
"Though these two are crazy, they might know something about an old guy like Hongyue."
Wu Hen was about to speak when the phone in his pocket vibrated.
It was Wang Mian's location, with a message attached: [Japanese corpse beast with red moon markings and electrode marks, the same model as Braki's treatment cabin.]
His finger paused on the screen, and when he looked up, there was a cold light in his eyes.
Lin Qiye came over to read the message and suddenly laughed: "Interesting,"
"Bracki's making a fuss here, and the corpse beasts are jumping over there. It seems someone is twisting the timeline like a ball of yarn."
"Go see Old Sun." Wu Hen put the electrode plate into the evidence bag.
"He was suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years. His understanding of the laws of time..."
"Wait." Lin Qiye suddenly grabbed his arm and looked at Braki in the corner.
The guy curled up again at some point, humming a Nordic folk song out of tune.
But on the broken glass at his feet was reflected a blurry red moon.
The wall clock at the end of the corridor chimed.
Wu Hen watched the pointer jump from three to four o'clock.
Suddenly I remembered what Wang Mian said - someone is borrowing the life of the person who went back in time.
At this moment, in the reflection of the red moon at Braki's feet, a vague shadow was smiling.
That outline was very similar to the black shadow above the armor-piercing corpse king's head.
Yurina stood at the door of the boat house, looking in the direction where Wang Mian disappeared.
The sea breeze blew her hair, and she touched the time wheel in her pocket, suddenly remembering what Wang Mian had asked her just now.
The frequency of corpse beasts appearing has indeed increased recently. Last night she heard strange cries on the sea, like a child crying and an adult laughing.
"Grandpa." She turned to look at Yuuri Takishiro who was bandaging the wound.
"Do you think these corpse beasts...are they related to the Red Moon?"
Yuuri Takishiro said nothing.
He stared at the remains of the beast corpse in the corner, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck - the eyes of the beast corpse,
I don't know when they opened, and a blood-red moon was reflected in their pupils.
The wooden door of the boat house creaked in the sea breeze.
Yurina's fingers turned pale as she gripped the wheel. "Grandpa Wang, these corpse beasts... we really don't know where they came from."
"Last month, claw marks were only occasionally found on offshore buoys,"
"This week they suddenly started to come to the fishing village in droves."
Her voice trembled and her back teeth clattered.
"Last night at midnight I heard the sea crying, as if thousands of people were shouting 'come back',"
"Grandpa shot a hunting rifle into the sea and only pulled up half a fish's tail—"
"Tail?" The blood scar on the back of Wangmian's neck suddenly jumped.
He suddenly grabbed Yurina's wrist with such force that the little girl's eyes turned red. "What kind of tail?"
"Scaly or furry?"
“Do you have red moonstone powder?”
"The scales... were bluish-gray and covered in something sticky."
Yuuri Takibai tore off the blood-stained bandage and re-bandaged it. The edge of the wound had already turned purple.
"I asked the branch to take a sample. They said it was the epidermal tissue of a dead beast."