《The Last Dark King》


 The murderer

    Pain.


    Severe pain.


    Unparalleled severe pain, like a husky tearing down the house in the head, tearing apart every nerve.


    Rod was awakened from his deep sleep by the pain.


    "D*mn...why does my head hurt so much? Is someone trying to trick me?"


    "F*ck, if anyone says that drinking can prevent cerebral infarction, I will let him have a cerebral infarction first..."


    Rod opened his eyes and was about to get up.


    However, the next moment, he was stunned.


    This is not a dormitory, nor a home. The good brother who poured wine with him is gone. He is not sleeping on the bed, but on the dry and hard wasteland.


    What is creepy is that there are still many people lying on the wasteland. They are motionless and lifeless.


    It is clear that they have been dead for a long time.


    The hairs on the back of Rod''s head exploded instantly.


    Why are there so many dead people?


    My body was dumped?


    But this does not look like a crematorium.


    Rod forced himself to calm down, and as his eyes moved, he found more strange things.


    The dead were dressed strangely, not in modern style, and their bodies were shriveled and black, not like normal death. There were signs of destruction around them, but as a man who had watched more than a thousand episodes of Conan, he keenly found that these signs were not harmonious.


    But what was even more strange was a lamp.


    In the center of the pile of corpses, it was tightly held by a dry hand.


    Its outer layer was a grille surrounded by gray metal, and the inner layer was thick translucent glass, from which you could vaguely see a tiny flame that seemed to be extinguished at any time.


    And the light emitted by this fragile flame illuminated the world within a radius of 100 meters.


    Beyond the 100-meter fire, there was a thick black fog that kept rolling.


    There was no night sky, no stars, no moon, and no sun.


    There was only darkness.


    Rod opened his mouth wide, and he couldn''t even breathe. Only the husky in his head was destroying the house.


    There was no doubt that this was not a normal, understandable world.


    If the pain hadn''t continued, Rod would have thought he was dreaming.


    "Oh no, I''m not in a weird world... This is going to be a bad death..."


    Rod regretted watching so many horror movies. Various horror scenes in his memory surged out of his mind uncontrollably, such as being eaten by monsters, being stuffed into the sewer alive, pressed into a suitcase, made into candied fruit, and other uncomfortable scenes came one after another.


    "Calm down, calm down, I need to calm down now."


    Rod took deep breaths continuously.


    "Don''t panic, don''t panic. Mr. Lu Xun once said that the best way to eliminate fear is to face it. Not all ghost movies are annihilated..."


    "I will definitely survive and return to my world. Zhiling, Satomi, Yui, Mei, Yuna, and Asuka are still waiting for me. I can''t let them be sad for me..."


    It took Rod a lot of effort to calm down. As soon as his rational thinking was restored, fragments of memory surged out of his brain.


    After spending dozens of minutes digesting this not-so-long but very fragmented information, Rod''s heart sank to the bottom of the sea.


    As he saw, this was a world shrouded in black fog.


    The diffuse black fog would corrode all living creatures, and only monsters roamed in it.


    The world had sunk, countless countries had been destroyed, and turned into monster nests, and the sun, moon, and stars were hard to see.


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    The only thing that protected humans was fire.


    They called it the Guardian Fire, or the Fire of Light, the Fire of Life, the Fire of Hope, and the Fire of Eternity, and used it to build human settlements to survive in this dark hell.


    The settlements depended entirely on the power of fire. The stronger the fire, the larger the settlement.


    The most powerful Guardian Fire was the Holy Fire of the Royal City, which was also their largest settlement. All villages and towns were within the range of its power radiation and existed around it.


    The Red Stone Village where he lived was such a settlement, and its mission and livelihood were to mine redstone for the Royal City.


    He was naturally a miner. Both his parents were miners. His grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-grandfather''s grandfather were also miners. He had a happy life mining all year round until one day, doom came.


    A turmoil occurred in the world shrouded in black fog. The royal city had to reduce its scope and abandon part of the land and settlements.


    Red Stone Village was unfortunately among those abandoned, and they were forced to migrate.


    And the corpses on the ground were all members of the migration team from Red Stone Village to the royal city.


    "This... the whole army was wiped out? Only I am alive?"


    Rod felt a strong chill.


    This is definitely not a good thing. It usually means that he will encounter a more terrible and worse doom.


    He didn''t know what happened during the migration process, how they died, and how he survived.


    The memory was broken, with large blanks. "What should I do? I won''t die here, will I?"


    "No, no, it''s impossible."


    "Observe, I need to observe, maybe I can find clues to go home."


    Rod looked around and soon noticed the red stones scattered among the corpses.


    They seemed to have been arranged artificially, with strong directionality.


    The center of the direction was a strange pattern drawn by blood.


    It was less than half a meter in diameter, with a circle on the outside and two intersecting lightning lines inside the circle. The strong visual sense made it look extremely aggressive, and the black bloodstains made it look a little weird.


    Rod''s pupils shrank, and for a moment, both fear and headache were forgotten.


    Isn''t the symbol on this pattern the cover page of the dream symbol about courage in the famous psychology masterpiece "The Interpretation of Dreams" that he had read before?


    The experience before the time travel came to his mind.


    He was studying in the dormitory, and his brothers asked him to go for a drink.


    I didn''t want to go at first, but a friend said that drinking alcohol can prevent cerebral infarction, open up the blocked areas in the brain, open his mind, and let his emotional talent that had been covered for many years shine again. Reading the classic secret book he has collected for many years, he will definitely be able to become a gentle and warm man who is a master of love, warm her up all day with one sentence, easily chase the goddess of his mind, marry a white, rich and beautiful woman, and reach the peak of life.


    Rod couldn''t resist the invitation of his friend and the desire in his heart. Although he didn''t drink much, he still went.


    It seemed to be really useful. After reading books such as "The True Scripture of the Sea King" and "The Magic Skills of Scumbags" after drinking, Rod felt that he had realized the true meaning of life and understood "Emotional Quotient". He would never be rejected by girls because he couldn''t read the atmosphere.


    The only thing he lacked was courage.


    Then, he thought of "The Interpretation of Dreams" he had just read, and thought of the symbol about courage.


    Before going to bed, he used his hands to make this symbol according to the book, placed it on his chest, and closed his eyes peacefully.


    I thought that after waking up, a new bright road of life would open up before his eyes, but I didn''t expect it to be so "peaceful".


    Thoughts passed by in an instant, and a thought suddenly jumped in Rod''s mind.


    If all this is really related to it, then.


    Can I go back?


    The moment this thought appeared, his brain blood vessels were beating wildly, and his heart was almost broken. The desire to go home attracted him, his family, his best friends, the Internet, the keyboard, his wives in reality or virtual, present or future, encouraged him.


    Infinite courage rose in his heart.


    There was nothing to be afraid of.


    Rod quickly ran to the target point.


    In such an unknown danger, decisive and goal-oriented actions may not necessarily have good results, but they are the closest path to success.


    Hesitation, hesitation, and staying still seem safe, but they often lead to worse results.


    Although it is impossible to be sure, this is the only possibility.


    Maybe with just a slight touch, he can instantly travel back home.


    Rod jumped and jumped into this weird pattern.


    The next moment, the body felt hot, as if something hot penetrated into it.


    Then, the eyes went dark, and countless images rushed in front of him.


    In the dark wasteland, a team was walking alone.


    In the team, a hand was raised high and crushed a black skull. There was a very obvious eye pattern on the back of the hand.


    The team was disturbed, and a ghost was walking among them.


    Everyone was dead.


    The picture disappeared, the strange feeling faded, and Rhodes came back to his senses. The pattern under his feet began to evaporate, and the black blood steamed up, turning into fine black dust and flying away.


    The light dimmed a little.


    "What happened?"


    Rhodes was a little confused. What did those pictures mean? What was the hot and swollen thing?


    Also, this weird symbol just disappeared?


    Aren''t you going to give me a surprise?


    Looking around, the scene of corpses everywhere still made people creepy, but there was a familiar feeling.


    Suddenly, a thought popped up:


    "Could it be that the scene I just saw was the scene when this team was destroyed?"


    "The hand that crushed the top of the head is the murderer?"


    But what''s the use of knowing the murderer? If I kill the murderer, will a portal open on his body to send me home?


    While he was in a daze, Rhodes suddenly found that there were shadows like ghosts floating around, and strange humming sounds sounded in the air, and all the corpses were covered with shadows.


    "What''s going on?"


    "Didn''t I release some ghost thing?"


    Puff!


    A monster covered with black hair stepped in from the edge of light and darkness.


    The moment the firelight shone on it, a raging fire ignited, and black smoke and dust scattered all over the sky with the flames.


    Its movement froze for a moment, but it did not stop completely, as if trudging in a quagmire.


    "F*ck!"


    Rhodes was frightened and stepped back repeatedly.


    "What the hell is this! I don''t want such a surprise!"


    Puff! Puff! Puff!


    More black-haired monsters stepped in from the black fog.


    The flying black ash and burning fire made them look extremely terrifying.


    Bang!


    In panic, Rhode accidentally tripped over a corpse.


    Just as he was about to get up, the corpse grabbed his ankle.


    "F*ck!"


    All the hair on Rhode''s body stood up. He kicked the corpse''s hand away and jumped away like a frightened rabbit.


    "The corpse is alive!"


    What''s worse is that Rhode looked around and saw that every corpse within a hundred meters was ready to move.


    "F*ck!"


    Rhode couldn''t say anything else.


    He had nowhere to escape and didn''t know where to escape.


    Is it not over for me?


    In panic, he suddenly saw a meteor streaking across the distant sky from the corner of his eye.


    His thoughts were touched in an instant.


    Rhodes immediately remembered that this was the rescuer of the Royal City.


    In his memory, the Royal City was the pillar of all their beliefs.


    As a human kingdom that could survive in such a harsh and dark environment, they must have their own way of operation to deal with threats from the sinister outside world and the invasion of monsters.


    The migration team lost contact here, they must have discovered something unusual!


    "Hey!"


    Rhodes shouted, and hope suddenly rose in his heart.


    Not only the hope of being rescued, but also a greater hope.


    He just stepped into the pattern and saw the scene of the destruction of this migration team.


    Combined with the traces left at the scene, it can be inferred that this must be a man-made murder.


    And the characteristic of the murderer is that there is a very obvious eye pattern engraved on the back of his hand.


    This is a very important information for solving the case. If he provides it to the rescuer, he should be rewarded.


    According to the experience of the original world, for a major case of murdering hundreds of people, at least an S-level wanted order should be issued. If you can provide important information to capture an S-level wanted criminal, it is not too much to allocate a house in the Royal City, right?


    If things could really go as he thought, at least the chance of survival would be greatly increased.


    "I''m here! I''m here!"


    Rod jumped and danced in front of the lamp, waving his hands wildly.


    And the meteor in the sky seemed to have noticed this place and turned to fly over.


    "Good! I have hope!"


    However, in ecstasy, Rod suddenly found that there was a black mark on the back of his waving hand.


    The black lines intersected up and down, forming a huge pupil.


    It was exactly the same as what he had seen before.


    No way?


    Rod froze.


    This... the murderer was actually me?


    I reported myself and was assigned a cell in the royal city?


    Bang.


    The meteor fell to the ground.

 With You

    The strong light drowned everything.


    Rod closed his eyes and put his hands in front of his eyes, but he couldn''t completely prevent the strong light from penetrating his eyelids.


    After an unknown amount of time, the strong light fell, and Rod opened his eyes. All the monsters turned into ashes, the air became brighter, the sky became much wider, the environment was no longer oppressive, and the shadows and strange phenomena disappeared.


    Eleven people wearing green hoods stood in front of him.


    The leader was a young woman.


    She had delicate eyebrows and looked no more than twenty years old. Under the green hood was a strange long robe composed of green and white, with an unusually conspicuous triple flame logo on the collar.


    "Don''t be afraid."


    She said softly, her voice was soft and clear, like a skylark in the valley.


    The moment the words came out, Rod''s last bit of luck was gone - he could understand every word she said, but he couldn''t understand her language.


    "You are safe."


    After the words fell, the companions around the girl dispersed and began to survey and clean up the scene.


    Two people walked towards him.


    There was no other way.


    Rod adjusted his mentality as quickly as possible.


    The only choice now was to pass himself off as a victim.


    As long as they didn''t get suspicious, everything could turn around.


    Looking at it from the bright side, he might not be the murderer.


    A tattoo doesn''t mean anything, maybe it''s a coincidence?


    Maybe it''s a common tattoo pattern?


    Maybe the owner of that hand is not the murderer?


    There are many possibilities, and it doesn''t always develop in the worst direction.


    With his mind fixed, Rod was no longer panicked, and quietly waited for the upcoming fate.


    Among the two people walking towards him, one was a burly white-haired man, and the other was a young lady with waist-length hair.


    The white-haired man walked up to him, took out a slightly red stone and placed it in front of him, and said coldly: "Speak."


    "Ah?" Rod didn''t understand, "What?"


    But the man had put away the stone.


    "No signs of corruption, no psychic out of control." He seemed to be checking his condition, and another young lady squatted down, groping him with her soft hands, as if checking his body, and said softly: "Relax, don''t be nervous, the guardian is here, everything will be fine." "Hmm... what is this soft ball? A hairy ball? Pretty cute, it must be your favorite thing, right?" Rhodes was a little at a loss, but fortunately the groping did not last too long, the young lady''s hand was fast, and in just a moment she had turned him upside down, searching every corner clean. "This security check is really amazing." Rhodes thought, "Why is there no such thing in my world." He also thought: "Why does she seem to have not seen the pattern on the back of my hand?" The young lady stood up, gently took his arm, and said with a smile: "Take two steps." Rhodes felt puzzled, am I lame? Except for the headache that was like a toothache, I didn''t feel anything wrong? After walking two steps with the help of the young lady, she smiled and said, "It''s okay, you''re healthy."


    Rod agreed blankly, and suddenly felt a little worried. These people were so strange. I wonder if he, a three-no product, can adapt to life here?


    Looking up, the people on the scene were busy and nervous. They quickly collected the items scattered on the ground and touched each corpse with a green stone.


    I don''t know if it was an illusion, but Rod felt that after touching it, the restless corpse seemed to calm down.


    "That''s the curse-breaking stone."


    The young lady explained to him sympathetically.


    "It can lift the curse of zombies and help their souls rest. Please don''t be sad. They will return to the embrace of fire."


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    Rod''s heart trembled.


    Is it because I stepped on that weird symbol?


    But that symbol has turned into ashes. It shouldn''t have any effect, right?


    While thinking, he saw another person collecting the ashes left by the black-haired monsters.


    The young lady smiled and said, "Don''t worry, these silver beasts in Loren City are completely dead."


    Rod was surprised and said, "Silver... beasts?"


    "Well, they are the product of the beast curse, the source of the distorted nightmare. We will find them. Someone has copied and recorded the traces at the scene."


    The young lady winked at him, indicating that it was the burly white-haired man next to her.


    Rod glanced at him and found that the burly white-haired man was staring at him.


    There was a long charcoal pencil in front of him, floating in the air, quickly scratching on the yellow straw paper.


    The young lady smiled and said, "You look like you have recovered. The death of your companions doesn''t seem to have much impact on you. You are very strong. This type of boy is my favorite."


    She let go of Rod''s hand and walked away briskly. "My name is A Luo, a second-level physician at Jinworth. I''m glad to help you."


    The burly man came up and said indifferently: "Please recount your experiences before and after the incident in full, especially before and after the accident. Don''t miss any details. We need to find the hidden doomsday believers based on these."


    Here we go!


    Rod''s heart tightened.


    "I..."


    He hesitated for a moment, and saw the burly man''s cold eyes, the charcoal pencil flying in front of him, and all kinds of strange things, and his heart suddenly tightened.


    They don''t have some means to find out the truth and distinguish lies, right?


    No, I can''t lie,


    Rod changed to a more reliable statement.


    "I can''t remember it."


    This is a universal answer. It takes countless details to make up a lie. If one detail is discovered, the whole lie will be exposed.


    He didn''t know what kind of criminal investigation methods the people here had. Using subjective emotions instead of objective facts is the best way.


    The burly man narrowed his eyes. "Why can''t you remember?"


    "I, I don''t know, I was too scared... There are corpses everywhere... My head hurts, I seem to be injured..."


    These words are very accurate, and the whole process is full of vague personal feelings and emotions. It is simply the perfect confession of Zhang San, a well-known criminal.


    This is indeed the case, he just described it in a different direction.


    But the burly man was unmoved and said coldly.


    "I found a strange bloodstain at the scene. It was burned to ashes. The time was before we arrived. Can you explain it?"


    Rod''s eyes widened. No way? You can find traces even if it''s burned to ashes? Are you Geralt, the old man with a broken bone?


    Swish.


    The yellow straw paper next to the burly man turned a page, and the charcoal pencil suspended in the air continued to write frantically.


    Rod glanced calmly and found that the back of the page was also full of words.


    But he was illiterate and didn''t recognize any of them.


    Grass.


    "I, I really don''t know. When I woke up, they were all dead. There were red stones everywhere on the ground... Those hairy monsters appeared from the black fog. I was so scared that I didn''t know where to run. The corpses on the ground revived again. I couldn''t breathe and thought I was going to die. At this time, you came..." The burly man listened quietly, wrote dozens of pages, and turned away. Rhodes looked at his back anxiously. Did he pass the test? Obviously not. Two more people came over and stood beside him without saying a word. The meaning of surveillance couldn''t be more obvious. Rhodes'' heart sank. On the other side, the burly man didn''t deliberately lower his voice to avoid him. "¡­The replication is complete, and all information has been recorded."


    "The migration team was wiped out, the lantern bearer died in battle, and he was the only survivor."


    "The cargo was not lost, there were rituals of unknown significance at the scene, zombie curses of unknown origin, some evidence was destroyed, and the cause of death was unknown."


    "The survivor did not undergo the Trial of Fire, was not corrupted, and did not inherit the spirit. He was an ordinary person, but..."


    "¡­I still think that the survivor is still highly suspicious and should be handed over to the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office for special investigation."


    The girl in the blue-white robe said nothing and listened quietly.


    The doctor A Luo covered her mouth with her hands, and there was some disbelief in her tone.


    "No way? White Wolf, are you mistaken? I don''t think he is a bad guy."


    The burly male White Wolf glanced at her coldly.


    "A Luo, never judge a person by feeling. There are too many suspicious points in the whole thing. He is the only survivor, but he claims to have lost his memory. He may have a secret that cannot be told. He is trying to deceive us and implement some terrible conspiracy to achieve his ill-intentioned purpose."


    "But, after entering the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office, he may..."


    White Wolf''s voice became low, "There is no way, some things are unavoidable."


    The air became silent for a while.


    Rod''s heart also fell into an ice cave, with a bad feeling of being out of the tiger''s den and into the wolf''s den.


    You are too strict... I have only a little suspicion, but I have to be speculated like this and sent to that arbitration office?


    You know it''s not a good place as soon as you hear the name. It''s probably an institution similar to the Gulag in Zhazidong that eats people without spitting out bones.


    The special investigation sounds even more dangerous. Not to mention the secrets he hides, judging from their reactions, this investigation is probably over, and the person will be useless if not dead.


    What to do?


    Just when I was anxious, the girl in the blue and white robe spoke. "Is there any other possibility?"


    White Wolf replied: "No."


    The girl in the blue-white robe was silent for a few seconds, sighed slightly, and said: "Okay, then..."


    Snap.


    The hands of the two people behind him had already been placed on his shoulders, and the image of being arrested and taken away by the police uncle suddenly appeared in Rhodes'' mind.


    "No! Wait a minute!"


    Rhodes was quick-witted and shouted.


    "I have something else to say."


    Everyone cast their eyes over.


    Rhodes'' heart was beating wildly, and the strong tension almost suffocated him.


    White Wolf said coldly: "If you have anything to say, go and talk to the executioner..."


    But the girl in the blue-white robe interrupted him: "Let him talk."


    Rhodes shouted: "I want to talk to you, alone!"


    White Wolf''s tone was slightly impatient: "Take him away..."


    But the girl interrupted him again: "Okay."


    She walked a few steps outside and stood in a relatively open position.


    Rhodes was escorted by the two people behind him.


    The intense tension did not interrupt his meticulous thinking like Sherlock Holmes. He had keenly observed that the girl in a blue-white robe with a triple flame symbol on her collar was the leader of this group of people.


    Although she looked very young, age could not measure everything in this world.


    Maybe she was gifted, maybe her father helped her complete the accumulation of the first thirty years, maybe her family helped her complete the struggle of the first three hundred years.


    But this was not the point. The point was that her will could change his fate now.


    Then, as long as he could convince her, he could avoid the tragic fate of being sent to an interrogation agency for inhumane interrogation.


    And he happened to have special persuasion skills.


    Although this skill was a bit devilish and he didn''t know if it would work, he had no other choice but to gamble.


    The person behind him let him go, bowed slightly, and left immediately. The girl looked at him with her light-colored eyes: "Tell me."


    Rod took a deep breath to calm his nervousness, and said in a deep voice: "Look into my eyes."


    A light red light appeared on the girl''s body, and flame patterns flowed on her robe, and the flame symbol at the collar began to burn.


    Then, she looked into his eyes.


    Rod asked: "What''s inside?"


    The girl looked for a few seconds, found nothing unusual, and asked: "What''s there?"


    Rod said in his lowest voice ever.


    "You are there."

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    "Okay, I believe you, White Wolf, send him back to the church''s medical center, the nuns of the healing order will take good care of him, um... As for the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office, if necessary, just cooperate with their investigation."


    She turned her eyes.


    "Do you think it''s okay?"


    As if asking for his opinion.


    Although Rhodes didn''t quite understand, he could guess that this was a very generous condition, and hurriedly said, "Of course."


    White Wolf glanced at him, his tone still cold and calm: "Your Excellency the Guardian, I think this is inappropriate..."


    "Well... Wangcheng just told me that there is a new salary increase quota..."


    White Wolf took Rhodes'' arm: "Let''s go."


    A Luo on the side burst out laughing, while Rhodes had a serious expression. He was professionally trained and usually didn''t laugh.


    Hahaha.


    Oh no, I couldn''t hold it back.


    "Hey."


    Before leaving, the girl called him again.


    "What''s your name?"


    Rhodes looked back and was in a trance for a moment, but he didn''t notice it and answered without any obstacles.


    "Rod."


    The girl smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Rod from Red Stone Village. My name is Qingyu, the guardian of District 12. I hope to see you again one day."


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    After the White Wolf left, A''Luo asked curiously, "Sister, why did you do this? The annihilation of the Red Stone Village migration team is a very serious incident. If you just cooperate with the investigation and the Supreme Council knows about it, those old men will come to nag you again."


    Qingyu replied calmly, "I believe he is not a doomsday believer."


    A''Luo asked, "Why? Is it because of the interesting things he said?"


    Qingyu said softly, "A''Luo, you don''t understand. The believers of the Doomsday Sect are all a group of lunatics, twisted, crazy, paranoid, and hateful. They have no enthusiasm for life, only deformed and perverted desires and a head full of conspiracies and tricks."


    A''Luo suddenly realized, "So he We can''t think of such hypocritical and sweet words filled with greenhouses, and such a ridiculous whitewashing plan. Well... I feel like we can''t think of it either. The environment of Hongshi Village is actually very bad... He is really a strange person. "


    Qingyu smiled and said: "That''s why I believe that he has no direct connection with this matter. He will not be the main murderer or the mastermind behind the scenes. He can cooperate with the investigation of the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office. There is no need to extract his soul and kill him."


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    Several people on the side also nodded in agreement: "Yes, the guardian is right."


    "I have never seen such a naive doomsday believer."


    "He is not a fire bearer, just an ordinary person, and there is little suspicion."


    "Dumb, like a white... flower."


    Another person asked: "But why did they come to attack this migration team on purpose?"


    The atmosphere became solemn.


    "They did not take away the goods, nor did they pollute the source of fire, but they performed unrecognizable rituals... Is it related to the upcoming black tide?" One person guessed.


    "Maybe they tried to pray to some evil god, and the power leaked from the ritual cursed the corpse..."


    "But what''s the point? The only result of praying to madness is madness. There is no trace of the unknown existence here. Their ritual failed."


    At this time, a person came back and forth to report: "Your Excellency the Guardian, the residual psychic fluctuations are very strange and cannot be identified. The possibility of backtracking is expected to be small."


    Everyone''s face became gloomy.


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    Since waking up, Rhodes'' spirit has been extremely tense and nervous, and it was not until this time that he relaxed a little.


    Although this burly man was not friendly to him, he was trustworthy. He held a lamp in one hand and Rhodes in the other hand, running alone in the dark. His lamp could only illuminate a few meters around him. Outside was endless darkness and thick black fog. No matter how long or how far he walked, there was no change.


    In such an environment, a strong man always brings a sense of security, just like bumping into a thigh in the promotion match, just like Adou lying in the arms of Uncle Zhao next door.


    The fear of death was finally far away from him. As soon as he relaxed, Rhodes felt very sleepy. He didn''t bother to find out more information and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he found himself in a small room. White Wolf stood in front of him and said indifferently. "You will rest here for three days. The healing nun will try to soothe your soul and help you find your lost memory. After three days, someone will come to question you. No matter what the result is, you will be granted the status of a resident of the royal city and be allowed to move around in the third and fourth districts of the outer city of the lower city." "At the same time, you must keep in touch with the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office at any time and explain the designated issues to the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office at the designated time and place." Before Rhodes could speak, he turned and left. D*mn it, I still have a lot of questions waiting to ask you, and you ran away now. How can I recover my memory? How can I explain the problem? I can''t even make it up. After complaining for a while, Rhodes calmed down, his mind turned quickly, and he began to think.


    There is no doubt that he can only find a way to survive here first.


    In the remaining memory, the Royal City is their absolute core, and all the order construction and powerful organizational structure come from here.


    It is also the safest area.


    He is now in the Royal City, which is a blessing in disguise.


    Rod sighed. Although the situation has improved a little now, he is still not out of danger.


    His suspicion has not been cleared, and the investigation of the destruction of the migration team in the Royal City is always the sword of Damocles hanging over his head.


    Moreover, Rhodes has to assist their investigation, and it is difficult to grasp the degree of this - neither can people be suspicious, nor can the progress be pushed too fast.


    "I should first figure out whether I am the murderer or not, so that I don''t have to jump left and right."


    Rod thought calmly.


    However, he has no one to rely on here, and the best way to find out the truth before the local forces is to restore his memory.


    This can only be hoped for by the healing nun they mentioned.


    "I hope you are really unfathomable."


    "Hey, Lanbai... Miss Qingbai didn''t help me a little more. It seems that my specialty is not good enough..."


    After thinking about it for a while, Rhode withdrew his thoughts.


    The most important thing now is to find a way to survive.


    Only by living can everything be possible.


    I should learn about this kingdom, this royal city, and their various strangeness as soon as possible.


    Only in this way can I survive better.


    "Let''s observe the surrounding environment first."


    Rhode looked around. This is a single room of about 20 square meters. It is simple and concise without too many features.


    The only thing worth noting is that there is no light source in the room, but there is a faint glow, which keeps the environment in a dim state.


    "Maybe they have special means of emitting light."


    Rhode thought.


    The room has no windows and is completely enclosed, which seems a bit depressing.


    On the brown wooden table next to it, there is a strange sculpture, composed of a sword, flames, and humans in armor, and two lines of text are engraved on the base.


    But he didn''t recognize any of them.


    D*mn, illiterate people are really annoying.


    On one side of the wooden table is a long floor-to-ceiling mirror, with a simple style and intricate patterns carved on the base.


    Rod walked to the mirror and saw himself in the mirror.


    Black hair, light-colored eyes, slightly pale complexion, and a delicate and handsome face, like Leo at the peak of his youth.


    "D*mn... Is this me? Although it is a little inferior to the original me, it is not bad."


    "It''s just a little young, about 16 or 17 years old, it would be better if it was more powerful..."


    "Hey, why did I lose my memory? I can obviously understand what they say."


    Rod knocked his head twice, and the handsome boy in the mirror also knocked his head twice.


    But it didn''t work, he still knew nothing.


    He turned around the room twice, without any special feeling, everything was so strange.


    "It''s really troublesome... I can only look at the nun sister."


    Rod waited for a while, and the healing nun from the church clinic arrived as scheduled.


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    Rod felt very embarrassed and secretly glanced at her. The nun''s cheeks were red, she lowered her head, and tears seemed to be flashing in her eyes.


    He didn''t know what to say, so he could only take off his shirt and lie on the bed.


    After a while, he felt a little cold on his back. The nun''s soft and slightly cold hands were placed on both sides of his shoulder blades, and began to stroke gently, accompanied by warm water drops falling on his back.


    A strange feeling of heat rose in his body, her movements were as gentle as the clouds in the sky, and as gentle as a distant dream.


    The faint incense lingered at the tip of his nose. Until this time, Rod''s spirit was completely relaxed. The unknown, fear, death, and the anxiety, sensitivity, and depression they brought were truly far away from him.


    He felt that he was lying in a gentle water village, and his soul was completely stretched out.


    A soft song came to his ears.


    "I bring fresh rain from rivers and oceans to thirsty flowers;


    I swing the flail of hail, and beat the green fields like silver..."


    ...


    In the dreamlike singing, Rod felt his soul burning, his body became light, as if floating in the boundless universe, his soul soared into the sky, and pounced on the empty and boundless darkness.


    However, the next moment, the headache suddenly became severe, and the mind clearly felt the tearing pain, accompanied by the dull pain of heavy blows.


    Rod screamed, knelt on the ground, holding his head, the pain was so clear, just like the anesthetic disappeared when the tooth was extracted before, every detail of the doctor''s tweezers touching the bad tooth was reflected in the brain, causing the nerves to burst.


    Rod stood up with superhuman perseverance, forced himself to open his eyes, and found that he was no longer in the bed, and the nun sister disappeared.


    This is a world more like a dream. He stood in the gray, dim mist, with pale, faded soil under his feet.


    There was only such mist and soil around him, extending infinitely, as if there was no boundary.


    "What''s going on?"


    Rod felt his head was in a mess, and the intense pain made his mind begin to blur.


    He walked forward subconsciously and soon found the only existence in this empty world.


    A stone tablet.


    In a world without any reference, it seemed to stand at the center of the world.


    It was about three meters high, square, and gradually narrowed from bottom to top, like an obelisk.


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    The surface of the tablet was covered with cracks.


    And right in front of it, a humanoid black shadow was hitting it violently.


    With every blow, the dull pain in his mind appeared once, and they were so synchronized, as if the obelisk was his nerve.


    Before Rod came to his senses, the black shadow found him, turned around and pounced on him, with amazing speed. Almost in an instant, he was thrown to the ground, the shadow grasped his neck with one hand and hit his forehead with the other.


    The instinct of survival made Rhodes struggle desperately, but the shadow''s strength was far greater than his. Every blow brought a soul-shattering pain. It had no facial features, only two terrifying red lights, but it gave people a twisted hatred and an urgency to kill him.


    Under continuous blows, Rhodes'' will began to dissipate, death was approaching, his vision began to blur, the world became dark, and he gradually couldn''t breathe, as if the weight of reality was pressing on him.


    But he still resisted, even though it was useless.


    Am I finished?


    In the severe pain, Rhodes only had this one thought in his mind.


    Is this my end?


    He thought desperately.


    Just then, a golden light cut through the darkness and shone from the chest of the shadow.


    Rhodes subconsciously raised his hand and touched the inch of golden light.


    The next moment, as if instinct was triggered, Rhodes suddenly grasped it, just like grasping the sharp blade of light.


    Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the sharp blade.


    The black shadow''s chest was torn open. It had no facial features, but its expression was extremely painful. It had no voice, but the hissing sound seemed to be transmitted through the soul.


    The next moment, the black shadow was torn into pieces, accompanied by a strange humming sound, and turned into countless black dust and dissipated in the air.


    Until the last trace of black disappeared in the gray mist, Rhodes came back to his senses.


    He lay there for a long time before slowly getting up, and was surprised to find that there were no scars or bleeding on his body.


    "What''s going on?"


    Rhodes was a little dazed and still a little frightened.


    He looked down and saw that the golden light on his hand was still there.


    "This... Am I really not dreaming?"


    Rod held the golden light in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. It was between matter and illusion, like solidified jelly, and like melted gold, with irregular long shapes, like a section of intercepted sunlight.


    "It''s amazing... Is this some kind of weapon?"


    This gave him a little courage. He walked a few steps forward and came to the obelisk. He was surprised to find that it was actually recovering itself. The blue-gray stone surface was healing, and countless cracks were disappearing.


    As the stone tablet recovered, the severe pain in his head also disappeared, like the sea at low tide, and soon only a little residual pain was left beating on the nerves.


    "What the hell is this? Where am I?"


    Rod felt that he had become a hundred thousand whys, with a head full of questions.


    "Why does this stone tablet seem to be synchronized with my spirit? Am I in the microscopic world? Are my nerves so thick? In fact, my intelligence is far superior to Einstein?"


    "Well, this possibility is not impossible..."


    Rod carefully reached out his hand and gently touched the obelisk. The next moment, the surface of the stele became deep, like the deep night sky, with tiny dots of light dotted on the background, like fireflies under the night sky.


    "What is this?"


    Rod looked at these light spots curiously, they were very dim and almost extinguished.


    Only the one in the middle was slightly brighter, it emitted a dark red light, like a pile of embers that had just been extinguished.


    When Rod focused his attention on this dark red star, many tiny words appeared in the red light.


    But he didn''t recognize any of them.


    Wait.


    Rod made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would definitely scan it blindly.


    Because he couldn''t read, Rod could only reluctantly shift his gaze.


    But the other light spots didn''t respond, they were small and dim, and disappeared if he wasn''t careful, like an illusion.


    Rod looked for a long time, but didn''t find anything new.


    Just as he was about to withdraw, he suddenly noticed a slender dark red flame on the base of the stele.


    "Huh? When did this appear?"


    Rod shifted his gaze and the moment he looked at it, a line of information appeared directly in his mind.


    [Flowers on the Cold Shore, the Soul of the Northern Prince Hegeol]


    "What is this? A soul?"


    Rod looked at it for a few seconds and then turned his gaze back to the dark red light spot.


    "Are they related?"


    "Well, they are all dark red flames. If you add them in..."


    The next moment, Rod was surprised to see the flames floating up, flying towards the dark light spot in the stone tablet, sinking into it, and being swallowed by it.


    The dark red light spot became brighter, and the stars boiled up, as if burning.


    A strange feeling rose in Rod''s body, the obelisk began to glow, and the whole world seemed different.


    The golden light in his hand suddenly collapsed and turned into countless golden dots that sank into the obelisk.


    "...What happened?"


    Rod was confused. When he was about to study it carefully, he suddenly felt a weight under him and had a strong sense of falling. Everything in front of him became blurred.


    When he came to his senses, he returned to the dim room, still lying on the bed, with the nun''s singing still ringing in his ears.


    "... I silently laughed at my own empty grave,


    Getting out of the cave of rain,


    Like a baby born from the mother''s body, like a ghost flying out of the cemetery..."


    But her soft and boneless little hands were not very peaceful. She gently slid across his waist and down his back, and a tingling sensation like an electric shock came.


    Bang!


    The door was knocked open.


    A three-meter-wide aunt rushed in and roared:


    "Confinement! Number seven! You are confined!"