Chapter 205 The Saint in Green
The door of the room where Annan had been imprisoned for more than three weeks finally opened at this moment.
Annan looked at the bright red and sticky moonlight outside the door, which penetrated the door that opened by itself and poured in.
All of a sudden, Annan felt as if he had passed away.
And at the next moment, Annan finally had a main task panel that was almost a month late popped up in front of him:
[Main task: Choice]
[Reduce the number of purifiers to "one person"]
【Meeting ████】
【until dawn】
"...Do you want to wait until dawn?"
Annan murmured in a low voice, and walked out along the door.
He didn't pay much attention to and analyze this main task.
Now that he already knew that this nightmare itself was full of malice towards him...then maybe there might be some kind of trap hidden in this main mission.
At least Annan thinks so now.
——He decided to explore this nightmare first by himself.
If he really encountered some critical information that made him have to review his main mission... then by then, Annan would definitely not drown with his old thinking.
Perhaps it was because of being imprisoned for too long. The moment Annan left the "prison", he felt a little uncomfortable.
How can I describe that feeling...
It's like staying in a stuffy room with a broken air conditioner for a long time, and the body has already adapted to the hot and humid feeling. When I went out at night, I was blown by the slightly hot natural wind on my body, and I could feel a little bit of coolness penetrating in, and I even felt a weird touch from the surface of the skin.
...Annan made a judgment immediately.
If he guessed correctly, there is actually a world in this world. Only before Annan left this "initial space", time was completely stagnant.
So even though Annan stayed in it for a long time, Annan, who had already reached the youth stage, did not grow a beard. Not even his clothes were dirty or wrinkled, nor was his hair disheveled.
After all, even if Annan obtains a golden body, it is impossible to stop normal and healthy "growth functions" such as growing a beard. Just as it is impossible for Ingrid to prevent herself from conceiving.
To eradicate this level of "instinct," one must use rituals and targeted pruning.
Unless you stop being human at all.
It was only after Annan left the house that he realized... that he was not in the wild.
But in downtown.
——In other words, Annan judged from the surrounding wreckage that it should have been in a busy city.
I saw that in the middle of the night, everything was silent.
Only the blood-colored full moon that seemed to be dripping with blood stared at Annan, and a black star was hanging high in the night sky around the blood moon.
Annan looked up.
I saw the bloody red moon that was so red to black, it looked like a bloody eyeball cut by a knife.
Just looking at the blood moon,
It made Annan feel a strange and irrepressible obsession.
In a trance, Annan seemed to see a group of imprints engraved in the depths of the blood moon. It looks like a tangle of tangled, spiraling, twisting, flickering yellow tentacles.
When Annan came back to his senses again, he seemed to hear a deep singing voice coming from deep in the air.
—It seems to be a French song. Judging from the rhythm and length, Annan thought it should be a kind of opera.
This singing voice is flowing on the street corner, as if the singing voice has grown feet and can move.
He followed the song and looked over.
But the crimson mist blocked Annan's vision and his perception attributes.
There also seemed to be someone passing faintly on the street. But Annan was not sure that it was really a human being.
He could clearly see figures one after another, passing by in the thicker blood fog. But the sense of disobedience lies in the fact that Annan did not hear their footsteps, but heard a sticky and damp sound.
That sound even reminded Annan of lubricating fluid applied to his skin.
Even so uneasy, the familiar architectural style around him still gave Annan a strange sense of nostalgia——
Subconsciously, he walked towards the direction of the singing.
As Annan gradually walked in that direction, he seemed lost in the blood mist, and Annan's sense of direction was also gradually lost... The singing voice gradually became louder and clearer.
But the strange thing is that Annan was not hurt by the blood mist.
Instead, a strange longing gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart.
It was neither hunger nor thirst.
It's something that comes from deep within...
"……what?"
I don't know how long it took, Annan raised his head, and suddenly let out a soft gasp.
Because he really knows the building in front of him!
He also finally knew why he had a strange sense of familiarity just now.
It's not that Annan has ever traveled or lived here...but because he once played Assassin's Creed.
——The building in front of you is the Notre Dame de Paris!
"... No wonder I always feel this street is so familiar."
Annan murmured softly.
is this earth
But it's not quite like it.
After learning of a certain conjecture—that is, all the worlds are actually some kind of mirror image of the earth, Annan is not sure whether this dream corresponds to France in a certain era.
The only thing is that Annan can confirm that there is absolutely a problem.
That is, the inside of Notre Dame de Paris is really too dark and too silent.
The street was full of people, and although no conversation was heard, it was obviously not late at night. And the Notre Dame de Paris at this time should not be completely dark.
Or to put it another way - even if it's over here, the door should be closed. Instead of opening the door in such a dark hole.
Just when Annan stopped at the door thinking.
But he saw a ball bouncing slowly from inside, rolled out, and stopped safely in front of Annan.
Annan picked up the ball silently.
With his perception suppressed by the blood mist, Annan was able to confirm at this distance that it was indeed a ball... not something hiding explosives.
...Does this mean that you want me to go in?
Annan thought about it, but decided to go in.
It is true that there is no one in Notre Dame de Paris, but the blood mist has dissipated. This made Annan at least feel that his vision became clearer.
And in a bunch of tightly closed doors, Annan once again saw the traces of paint smeared on the door, which was exactly the same as the yellow distorted mark that appeared in his hallucination just now.
Annan always felt that this imprint looked familiar, but it seemed to be too ancient knowledge, and Annan couldn't remember it for a while.
He walked into the room.
He heard the source of the singing.
It came from a tape recorder—oddly enough, Annan today can hear that voice with the characteristic roughness that comes with impaired sound quality. But when he was still outside, it felt like someone was walking and singing on the street.
One sleeve stretched out, and with the palm of his hand he turned off the tape recorder.
It was a... man in a green robe shimmering with radiance. Probably men.
He—or rather, his body shone with divine brilliance endlessly, and Annan could see its overwhelming sense of holiness with just one glance. This made Annan calm down, become vigilant and polite.
"I have no intention of staying here..."
While talking, Annan leaned over and asked politely, "Excuse me, how can I leave here?"
The person opposite did not answer Annan's question.
The shadow covered most of the man's face, revealing only two emerald-like eyes without pupils.
This eye reminded Annan of his own "angel's left eye".
Coincidentally, Annan's left eye also looks like this.
And in the middle of His forehead is inlaid with a very beautiful emerald gemstone. It was shining like the man's third eye.
The man just pointed to the seat opposite him, signaling Annan to sit down.
Annan easily understood the meaning of the other party, and did not take an attitude of resistance.
Do not know why.
Annan just felt that the other party should not hurt him...
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