Deep Sea Embers Chapter 289: The coffin and the caretaker
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A cluster of dim and unusually flickering stars caught Duncan's attention.
There is a faint difference between that cluster of shimmering light and the surrounding starlight. Its illusory faint light is like a transparent phantom, and the flickering appearance gives people a feeling that it will dissipate at any time——Duncan in this piece It's not that we haven't seen faint flashes in the chaotic space, but even if those flashes are weak, they won't show this illusory dissipating appearance.
He frowned slightly.
The faint flash of light often means the body that has just died, but at the same time it is faint and almost transparent... what does it mean?
He stretched out his finger and touched the light lightly.
In the next second, he felt that his consciousness suddenly crossed the long and endless boundary, and was projected from the Lost Country into a brand new body. The cold and numb perception spread from all the limbs, and then went numb The sensation gradually faded, and he began to feel the touch of the skin and the slow beating of the heart.
But for some reason, he always felt that this new body was extraordinarily heavy, and it seemed to be separated by a thick curtain when he was manipulating it. Only then did the eyelids open a crack.
It was dark.
Are you blind? Or are the eyes blindfolded?
Duncan groped and raised his hand subconsciously, wanting to check the condition of his eyes, but just as he raised his hand, he felt that his arm hit some hard and cold obstacle, and then he raised his other arm, with the same result. Hit something.
Duncan lay quietly in the darkness, and sighed after a long silence: "Well, it's reasonable..."
"...tonight the cemetery is too quiet. "
"Hello, I want to know what's going on," Duncan cleared his throat, thinking about how to maximize the value of this body, so as to get more information from the people outside the coffin, "I was Stuck in this...
In the coffin, but there is some kind of misunderstanding in it, I am still alive, listen, his voice is actually quite moderate. "
"With all due respect, you slipped and fell from the guard rail of the machine shaft, and fell straight into the mine tunnel 100 meters deep. The back of your head was split, and the embalmers took a lot of effort to put your skull together——Sir, in my opinion Come on, your difficulty of misdiagnosing... is extremely low."
The old caretaker with a shotgun frowned. For some reason, he always felt that this "restless person" tonight was different from anything he had encountered in his career. The voice in the coffin sounded a little rational It was too much, and he even knew how to bargain, but soon he shook his head and put this messy thought behind him: the old guard shook his head, and kept talking while watching the flame of the lantern on the nearby stake— ——You know, the dead don’t have real sanity, it’s just the afterglow of the obsession of the dead. In the conversation, this “afterglow” is consumed very quickly, and when the sanity of the person in the coffin is exhausted, his “extra overtime” today "That's how it started.
"Calm down!" The guard held a double-barreled shotgun, and the click of the safety disarming sounded particularly crisp in the night. The stooped old man stared at the coffin and shouted angrily, "You It's time to go to sleep—you belong to another world now, and the world of the living has no place for you."
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"Every year there are always a few corpses who are reluctant to stay in the coffin. Most of them will try to use more violent ways to get out of trouble, and only a few exceptions will try to negotiate a settlement," the old caretaker Muttering, "But even those who know how to negotiate are just uttering delirious nonsense. The dead always think that they can be resurrected from the dead, but in fact... how can Bartok's door be so Easy to cross."
However, the coffin lid was more difficult to deal with than he imagined - the lid was nailed down, and there might even be an extra lock, and the body he occupied now was too "inferior", coming from the limbs. The feeling was even weaker than the corpse he occupied in the sacrificial field of the sewer for the first time, not to mention pushing away a crucified coffin lid, even moving around seemed extremely strenuous.
The old man muttered in a bad tone, and hung the lantern on the iron buckle around his waist, then drew the octagonal emblem on his chest, picked up his double-barreled shotgun and walked slowly towards the coffins.
"Anyone? Help me, I think this is a misdiagnosis!"
"Oh? Do you often encounter that kind of thing?" Otherwise, he would have to give up this predestined body that he had chosen so hard, and then choose another possessing object in this dark and chaotic space, and it is very likely that he will be possessed again. Trapped in another coffin.
The coffin was still rattling, and the dead person in the coffin was persistently beating on the barrier between him and the living world, and asking the people outside to help him get out of trouble while beating.
The door of the guard's hut was pushed open, and the light of a lantern illuminated the path leading to the morgue inside the wooden house. He held a lantern in one hand, and tightly grasped a powerful double-barreled shotgun in the other. His yellow eyes were fixed on the direction of the sound.
"The restless, the living dead, and resurrection from the dead, these are three completely different concepts," the old man muttered, "Crossing these boundaries requires amazing strength, great pain, and an extremely rare opportunity. Sir, don't embarrass yourself, you can't get over it."
At this time, he even had time to think wildly, wondering whether he should ask Alice about his experience-how did this puppet escape from the coffin when it was nailed to death and chained several times? of? Can't it just rely on natural power?
What kind of strange dead is this?
It would be easier for someone to handle it—in this way, no matter whether you can get out or not, you will have an extra way to get in touch with outside information.
"...Well, I seem to be injured a little bit, and this physical condition is really not suitable for leaving that coffin," he sighed, "Excuse me."
Of course, the guards would not ignore this sudden strange movement.
Feeling around, he finally realized he was trapped in a... container.
Duncan began to move his hands and feet, trying to push the cover on the head while getting familiar with the not-so-useful body perception. He confirmed this from the thumping feedback by knocking on the surrounding coffins just now. The coffin was not buried in the ground, it may have just been temporarily parked somewhere, which means that he can come out of this place just by pushing the lid on the head.
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Listening to the voice from outside the coffin, Duncan silently raised his hand and touched the back of his head.
But why did it become reasonable at this time!
It is a coffin.
In the dead and silent cemetery morgue, the sound of knocking and hoarse and low calling was particularly prominent.
The old caretaker was silent for a few seconds, silently lit another spare lantern at his waist, hung it on a stake closest to the mortuary table, and said calmly: "No need Polite—compared to most restless people, you are still polite."
"Breathing is a common delusion of the dead. The nostalgia for the living world is the paranoia left by the subconscious on the cerebral cortex. This is indeed not easy to accept, but Bartok has prepared a better one for your soul. the destination of death," the old caretaker stared at the coffin, still holding the shotgun in one hand, while the other hand calmly drew the emblem representing the **** of death in the air, and then took out a small package from his bosom Wet powder, apply part of the powder on the barrel of the shotgun, and sprinkle the rest on the ground, "Lie down quietly, you should feel sleepy, this is the call of the Lord of Death~IndoMTL.com~ Obey it, It's good for us."
No matter who it is attracting, as long as you can get yourself up and look around, if you are lucky, you can collect some information. Anyway, the worst thing is to be directly trapped in this coffin. It can't be worse.
A sense of irritability that could not help laughing and crying came to my heart, and Duncan seemed to understand a little bit why Agou and Fanna were shocked and speechless when they faced the "reasonable development on the Lost Homeland" before. , but now is obviously not the time to continue to sigh—he has to find a way to get out of this coffin.
Being trapped in a coffin when possessing a corpse is indeed a very reasonable development--two consecutive unrestricted possessions after that are rare cases.
The knocking in the coffin suddenly stopped.
The content of the teachings of Bartok, Lord of Death - Duncan silently memorized this part, and then cleared it
Cleared his throat, and continued to circle around: "...but I still think I can save it, what if it is a misdiagnosis?"
Duncan yelled helplessly while pushing the lid of the upper coffin. He didn't mind if it would scare anyone or cause any trouble——after a short period of adaptation and feeling, he confirmed the state of this body Normally, it cannot be used for a long time at all. Like the "sacrifice" I occupied for the first time, this is also a one-time body. Since it is one-time... there is nothing to worry about.
"Hey! Is there no one outside? I think I can still save it! Come to a doctor—if it doesn't work, a forensic doctor will do..."
Duncan judged the sound outside, it should be an old man, very close to him, and there was a soft sound of metal mechanism bumping just now, maybe it was the sound of a weapon.
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