With just the Ancient Seal and those few Inuits? Or those Inuit brats? Do you think they can stop what's bound to happen? "The man with the cane mocked.
"We have to do something, or else we'll be the first to die." The doctor said, "If you don't wish to become one of those crazy fanatics, you should stand on my side."
"What do you plan to do?" The man with the crutch raised his brows.
"I … haven't decided yet. But since it is so concerned about the Ancient Seal and has been sending people to search for it, and the Servants are afraid of it, I believe the Ancient Seal might be the key to dealing with it."
"So, you're just making wild guesses? I really shouldn't have placed any hope in you. " The man with the crutch said as he loaded the shotgun. The doctor's hair stood on end.
He knew the man was not joking. He said hurriedly, "You can't kill me. If you kill me, no one will be able to treat you in the future."
"I don't care," the man with the crutch said faintly. "You're right. When that guy comes out, all of us will die. So, there's no future. Doctor, after so many years, I'm tired of struggling. Maybe it's time to embrace everything. But you should thank me. At least I've saved you from falling into the final madness. In this regard, you're luckier than me."
After saying that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The shock on the doctor's face froze. He did not expect the plot to develop in such a way. When he made the decision to remove the Ancient Seal, he felt like he was the savior in the movies because most people did not even realize what was happening.
He was the only one who foresaw the coming of the apocalypse in advance and had the ability to do something about it. But now, a large hole had been blasted in between his eyebrows by a shotgun, and his heartbeat had stopped at this moment forever. So, his legend ended before it even began.
As Doctor Becker's body tumbled backward, the Ancient Seal that he had been gripping rolled out of his grasp. The man with the crutch stepped on the bloody Ancient Seal with his limping foot.
Then he bent down to pick up the Ancient Seal. His expression was complicated like he was struggling internally. He wanted to place the Ancient Seal into his pocket several times but in the end, he closed his eyes and tossed it into a nearby bin. When he was done, he looked like he had been freed. Even the wrinkles on his face lightened slightly.
At that moment, the phone at the information counter rang.
The ringing of the phone echoed in the empty museum. The man with the cane stepped over the body of his old friend and walked to the phone. "Hello … Well, I'm done here. I can lure the two brats over now. The old guys are not here, so I can take this opportunity to solve this problem. Hurry up and get your men in position. Finish this as soon as possible. After that, help me arrange my induction ceremony. Anyway, you guys don't need to hide anymore, and I won't need to cover for you guys anymore. I can also completely integrate into you guys and welcome the day when the stars return to their positions and the Lord returns."
After the man with the crutch finished speaking, he put down the phone and took a deep breath. Just as he told Dr. Beck before, he had always been very resistant to completely losing his mind and becoming a walking dead fanatic. Those people often looked unkempt and had a morbid smile on their faces. They would forever sink into those illusions and dreams. They would regularly hold strange rituals, and at the same time, they were often accompanied by bloody and mysterious sacrifices.
The man with the cane was a human who had lived in a civilized society for a long time. It was difficult for him to accept such a thing from the bottom of his heart. But ever since he participated in the scientific expedition, he began to have all kinds of mental problems. Over the years, he had to do everything he could to prevent himself from falling into the abyss of madness.
In addition to seeking treatment from a doctor regularly, he had also tried Indian yoga, recited Buddhist scriptures, and even practiced the mysterious Eastern Taoist Qigong. However, the results were minimal. Compared to a doctor, he had to command the fanatics and provide cover for them. Therefore, it was inevitable for him to come into contact with those people. Even when those guys held their gathering ceremony in the early days, he stayed in his office on the second floor. As time went by, he fell deeper and deeper into their madness.
In fact, long before the earthquake, the man with the crutch had already felt that his spirit was about to collapse. He had more and more nightmares at night. Instead of saying that this incident was the straw that broke the camel's back, it was better to say that it was an opportunity for him to escape.
Especially during this period of time, through in-depth contact with those fanatics, his views began to gradually change.
Indeed, in the eyes of outsiders, they were a group of aberrant, disgusting people who spouted nonsense. However, their hearts were filled with joy and peace, as if they had converted to some kind of religion. These two things were what the man with the crutch had always dreamed of.
He was tired of resisting and struggling. For so many years, he had lived like an ascetic, isolated from the world, and all he got in return was endless despair. In that case, he might as well accept and enjoy this madness.
The man with the crutch took one last look at Dr. Becker's body on the ground, then returned to his office on the second floor without looking back. He opened the liquor cabinet and picked the most expensive bottle of whiskey.
Just as he was drinking a farewell wine for his old friend, a group of pale, crazed people followed an Inuit teenager into the museum and silently cleaned up the corpses on the ground. But after all, they were in a hurry, so they could not clean up the place too thoroughly. There were still some faint bloodstains left on the ground.
The Inuit teenager seemed a little dissatisfied and said, "Can't you let the guy upstairs kill people later? Ole may not be very smart, but he's not blind. Besides, he has Alesia with him. They will definitely notice the bloodstains on the floor. "
However, the fanatics who came with him did not seem to hear what he said. None of them moved.
"Forget it, stop acting. Just do it as soon as they come in. Anyway, you have the advantage in numbers. When the time comes, all of you can attack together. There are only two of them, and they are no match for you. Remember to be careful of the man. He is very strong, and the woman can communicate with animals. But it should not be a problem if you close the door and windows," the Inuit teenager said again. "Remember, do not leave anyone alive."
(End of this chapter)
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