Just as Alex had speculated, Mrs Connie had told no one, and had immediately packed a bundle when she came back from the church, and left the deserted house.
She walked toward the outskirts of Ghost Town.
At first, she was still in a daze. She stumbled along the way and walked very slowly. It wasn't until the sun had set and the velvet-like curtain of night covered the sky, coupled with the sound of flowing water that Mrs. Connie finally raised her head from her daze.
Only then did she realize that she had already left the town of Guste, and was now at the riverside.
Not far ahead was the stone bridge where she found her son's head.
Madam Connie's eyes filled with tears when she saw the stone bridge. She ran towards the stone bridge quickly, her eyes filled with grief as she kept calling out Rui Wen's name.
Meanwhile, behind a tree about a hundred meters away from Mrs. Connie, Alex watched the scene calmly.
"I don't know if the Confinement is real or not, but at least Mrs. Connie's feelings for her son are real." It was Angor who spoke. He floated behind Alex and watched the scene. "You really want to send her into the abyss?"
"I'm only telling Mrs. Connie part of the truth." There were no ripples in Alex's eyes, but there were slight ripples in his heart. Looking at the scene in front of him, he seemed to see a certain memory. In this memory, there was a vague figure that slowly turned its head back in the depths of his memory.
However, no matter what Alex did, he could not see the figure's face.
`If I hadn't been in the cage, do you think what I said to Mrs Connie would have hurt anyone? 'Alex asked and answered his own question. `No. "No. So, it's not my fault. It's the Confinement."
Alex's words were cruel and calm.
Angor raised an eyebrow. At first, it sounded reasonable. But on closer inspection, one would realize that Alex had changed the concept.
He believed that even if he did, Alex would at most say something like "Oh, I see." Alex would still do what he was supposed to do behind Angor's back, just like how Angor treated Father Brumlang the same way.
More importantly, Angor knew that Alex was not trying to put himself on the moral high ground because he felt that what he did was wrong.
Alex knew exactly what he had done and said.
His coldness seeped into his bones.
This was a very unique and interesting person.
Angor believed that Alex was the real reason why the Confinement was created.
They heard someone crying in the distance. Mrs. Connie knelt by the river and looked at the rope tied to the bridge. Her tears flowed uncontrollably.
Alex looked at the scene in the distance and suddenly said, "If the Confinement is the second form Mister Padt mentioned, and it was created by the owner of the Confinement, then, are Mrs. Connie and Raven really mother and son?"
"Maybe not," Angor said.
The corner of Alex's mouth curled up. "Then I'm very curious. If all of this is fake, why would the person who created this confinement impose these meaningless feelings on them?"
"After all, as long as there's an emotional connection, there will be variables. When someone living in the Confinement wants to leave, even if she doesn't know it, it's still a variable. So, what's the point of killing these caged birds? "
To sum it up, it could be summed up in one sentence: What was the creator of the Confinement doing?
Mrs. Connie's crying slowly stopped. She stayed by the river for a long time until a cold wind came. She shivered and woke up from her daze.
She looked at the dark night and felt a little scared. She took out a match from her bag and lit up a portable nightlight she prepared in advance.
Mrs. Connie seemed to have found a trace of comfort in the dim light. She slowly stood up and looked at the rope hanging on the pier. She whispered, "Last wish. I will fulfill your last wish and let you go to the Kingdom of God without any regrets …"
At this point, Mrs Connie took a deep breath, and her eyes became much clearer. She walked towards the bridge with slightly more determined steps than before.
Seeing that Mrs. Connie had started walking, Alex followed her from a distance.
"Mister Padt, how far are we from the edge of the Confinement?"
"With Connie's speed, it should take her about an hour."
Alex nodded with a thoughtful look. He now had a question in his mind. The victims of this series of murders were killed after they discovered the truth about the Confinement. Or were they discovered by the killer before they reached the edge of the Confinement?
If the latter was the answer, then it meant that the murderer might already be nearby.
However, both Alex and Angor preferred the former. The victims were killed because they discovered the truth about the Confinement. Perhaps the wall of the Confinement had some kind of mechanism that would alert the killer once someone touched it.
Just in case, Alex decided to be more cautious.
Time slowly passed. Mrs. Connie had left the stone bridge for an hour without any accidents.
Since the main road was cut off, Mrs. Connie had already started to climb over the mountains. The dense forest at night brought with it a terrifying atmosphere. There were also all kinds of dangerous snakes and insects. Mrs. Connie's steps were obviously slower. An hour had passed, and she still hadn't reached the Confinement Wall.
Mrs. Connie seemed to be tired. She found a stone pillar and rested her feet.
Angor slowly landed beside Alex several dozen meters behind Mrs. Connie. "She's less than a hundred meters away from the Confinement Wall."
Hearing this, Alex nodded with a solemn expression.
Whether Mrs. Connie found out the truth or not, this place was already dangerous. The killer could show up at any time.
Mrs. Connie only rested for a short while before she stood up and walked forward. Alex didn't dare to follow. He could only watch Mrs. Connie walk into the darkness with the lamp in her hand and disappear.
Alex waited in silence.
A minute later, a shrill scream pierced through the night sky.
It was … Mrs. Connie!
Did the killer finally show up? Alex raised his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the sound. At first, there was no trace, but not long after, a figure carrying a night light ran in this direction in a panic.
A gust of wind blew over, and Alex smelled a faint scent of blood.
At the moment, Alex was hiding in the crevice between two stones. He secretly looked over, trying to see who the murderer was. However, Mrs. Connie was still too far away. He couldn't see clearly.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Alex heard some rustling behind him. He turned around and saw Angor frowning in the dim moonlight. Angor seemed to have noticed something.
Alex wanted to ask Angor for more details, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He didn't want to attract the killer's attention. He could only keep looking through the crack.
The smell of blood was getting stronger in the wind, which meant Mrs. Connie was getting closer to Alex's position.
The more dangerous it was, the calmer Alex became. He didn't release any aura. Like a wolf hunting in the dark, he silently looked for the source of the blood.
Light flashed!
When the light suddenly lit up nearby, Alex's pupils shrank. He finally saw the killer chasing after Mrs. Connie.
But when he saw the person, his mind went blank.
Why him? How could it be him?!
Mrs. Connie was only about twenty meters away from Alex's hiding place. Due to the undulating hills, she didn't think about running toward Alex. Instead, she was running down the slope as fast as she could.
With the help of the night lamp, which Mrs. Connie was still holding, and the weak moonlight, Alex could see clearly. Mrs. Connie's left hand was completely gone from her elbow joint down. The thick smell of blood in the wind came from there.
Mrs. Connie kept panting. The killer behind her was getting closer and closer. Her expression was filled with fear.
Suddenly, Mrs Connie's foot slipped, and she fell to the ground. The night light in her right hand also fell from the air in a parabola.
When the night lamp fell to the ground, its weak light illuminated a pair of feet.
The killer was behind her. How could there be a pair of feet in front? Mrs. Connie looked up in panic and saw that the owner of the feet was a woman with a graceful figure, but her face carried a layer of hatred.
"Y-y-you … How is this possible?" Mrs. Connie looked at the woman, trembling.
At this time, the killer behind her also showed up in the light.
It was a man about two meters tall, wearing a black bronze armor. There was a knight's sword at his waist, but now only the scabbard was left. The man was holding the sword in his hand.
The man's face should be very handsome, but now, like the woman who just showed up, he carried hatred and cruelty.
As the man held the knight's sword and approached step by step, Mrs. Connie kept crying.
"Raven, Raven … It's mommy. Don't you recognize mommy?"
Angor raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Connie's words from afar. He looked at Alex. Alex nodded to him, confirming the man's identity.
This killer was Knight Raven, who died a horrible death not long ago! And also Mrs. Connie's only son!
…
Mrs. Connie was lying on the ground, unable to move. She could only watch as her former son slowly walked to her.
On the other side, the woman who just showed up also approached Mrs. Connie with strong malice.
Mrs. Connie only felt that the world had become strange. Why did her dead son come back to life, not recognize her, and want to kill her? Didn't this Carmelo die a year ago? Why was she still here?
And just now, why did she run into a wall when she wanted to move forward? There was clearly nothing in front of her.
Why did this world suddenly become so strange?
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