Angor looked at the little girl trapped in the blood array. She didn't seem surprised to see them at all. She just stared at them with a pair of dead-fish eyes.
"Sunny, is it? Who trapped you here? When did you get trapped? "Angor looked into Sunny's eyes.
Sunny just sneered and didn't say anything.
Angor looked at the boy who wanted to touch Sunny, but the blood on the ground kept him from doing so. "You said Sunny hasn't left this place for months. Does that mean she was trapped here recently?"
The boy nodded. "Yes. She was fine half a year ago."
"You don't know why she's trapped here?"
"I don't know. Sunny never allowed me to get close to this building," the boy lowered his head.
"Oh," Angor nodded. He then looked at Sunny again and clicked his tongue. "They're both kids. Why do you look so much angrier than him?"
"Why didn't he turn into an undead after being trapped in the blood array for half a year?" Angor asked curiously, "What's the reason? Could it be that you have some kind of faith that keeps you from falling? "
The little girl was still glaring at Angor with a cold expression. She refused to answer.
"Sunny isn't like this when she's asleep. She's very gentle," the boy spoke in a low voice. "But when she wakes up, she's very strict. It's like she's changed —"
"Shut up, Alda, you idiot!" Sunny yelled at him.
The little boy who was called "Idiot Alda" pursed his lips in grievance and took two steps back in fear.
Tulu, who had been shivering all this time, suddenly stammered, "Mi-Mister Padt, why are there so many —"
Tulu swallowed the last word and fixed his eyes on a transparent water tank.
Inside the tank was a frozen corpse. Using the light from a fluorite, Tulu could tell that the body belonged to a child.
Trembling, Tulu slowly focused the light on the child's head and finally saw the child's face.
He turned back to look at the boy with his head lowered and then at the body in the water tank. The two of them looked exactly the same. The only difference was that the body in the water tank was covered in wounds. One of the boy's legs was missing.
Tulu noticed that there was a label attached to the tank. He looked closer and saw a line of words written on it.
"Alda, 8 years old. Died in the year 3389 Golden Dawn."
The Central Empire's current calendar used "Golden Dawn" as a reference. The year was 3421. In other words, Alda had been dead for 32 years.
In terms of age, Alda should be 40 years old now, which was much older than Tulu and Angor.
"You, right?" Tulu looked at Alda.
Alda hesitated for a moment before nodding. "It's me."
"Why is your body here?" Tulu said as he looked around. There were water tanks everywhere, and each of them had a child's body frozen inside.
"Because Dean Tissen killed them and sealed them here as souvenirs," Angor's answer.
Freud had already told him about the situation in the city. He wasn't surprised to see so many children's corpses. Still, he couldn't bear to see so many innocent children's corpses.
"Dean Tissen? You mean the director of the orphanage? Why would he do something like that? "Tulu asked angrily.
"Because he can't bully adults, so he had to vent his anger on the children."
Freud's full name was Freud Tissen. Dean Tissen of Nightmare Orphanage was Freud's father.
Dean Tissen was once an orphan who was abused when he was young. He lost the use of his left leg and had to amputate it. Fortunately, Dean Thyssen's biological parents found him when he was in the most pain and brought him back to the Thyssen family.
Later on, when Dean Tissen became successful and famous, he opened this orphanage called "Dream". He claimed that he wanted to bring the homeless orphans a good dream, but what he did was torture and murder.
What happened to him when he was a child, he inflicted all of it on the innocent orphans. It was like a cycle. Instead of a beautiful flower blooming in the sky, Dean's past torment became a curse that would haunt the innocent children.
The only good thing was that this cycle ended in Freud's generation.
Angor didn't know if Freud had such a tendency, but he couldn't tell from the old man's behavior. Still, it didn't matter if Freud inherited his father's curse. He was already dead.
"Human nature is a multiple-choice question. Some people choose to forgive after suffering, and some choose to take revenge. Both of these choices have their merits. However, there is also the most cowardly and disqualified type. They do not take revenge on those who once hurt them. Instead, they choose to become them."
Once you became someone you hated the most, you would no longer tremble in fear in your dreams. However, the result of such collusion was that the most evil part of human nature was displayed to the extreme.
Angor didn't tell Tulu about Dean Tissen's story, but for some reason, Tulu understood something. He used to be afraid of Alda and Sunny, but now, he was looking at them with pity.
However, Sunny only snorted in response to Tulu's pity.
Tulu sighed and came to Angor's side. "Mister Padt, what should we do now? Where's the thing you're looking for? "
Angor glanced at a large, round workbench behind Sunny. According to Freud, the Dream Whelk was inside the workbench.
But judging from the current situation, it was very likely that the whelk was already taken by someone else. Angor was going to return empty-handed.
Following Freud's instructions, Angor quickly divided the workbench into two halves.
Sunny was a little surprised when she saw Angor's action. She suddenly remembered something and revealed a vicious look.
"I knew it. There's nothing here." Angor sighed in disappointment. Looks like I'm going to return empty-handed.
Angor finally noticed that Sunny was glaring at him. He considered for a moment and crouched down so that he was at the same level as her.
"You know who took the box, don't you? Tell me, who took it?"
"That's impossible!" Sunny said without hesitation.
Angor looked into Sunny's eyes as if he could read her mind. "Tell me, and I'll let you go."
Sunny still didn't show any signs of cooperation.
"You've been living in hatred ever since Dean Tissen killed you. You hate humans, so you killed those construction workers. That accumulated hatred pushed you to the edge of depravity many times, right? "
"But why didn't you? I'm curious. " He didn't care about Sunny's reaction. "I think there must be a reason why you won't fall into the dark side of the world. Maybe there's something you believe in. Or maybe there's something holding you back.
"I heard from Yada that you're very gentle in your dreams."
"You're a gentle little girl in your dreams, but when you wake up, you'll become a murderous ghost doll. So, dreams are your tenderness and the source of your beliefs? "
"Shut up! I told you to shut up! Do you hear me?! "Sunny yelled and released a powerful soul energy that tried to break free from the blood array.
"Keep using your soul energy, and you'll fall for real." Angor injected a gentle, non-elemental strand of soul energy into Sunny's violent soul.
Unknowingly, the anger that had already risen in his heart was suppressed.
Angor continued, "At first, I thought your dreams were the source of your faith. After all, the thing hidden in the table, in addition to its useless function, can also pull you into a dream like the Dream Weaver Ant and have a gentle and lingering dream. "
"But now, it has been taken away by someone. It might have even been taken away half a year ago. In this half a year, you couldn't enter the dream, and you were trapped in the blood array. The resentment should be enough to make you degenerate into an undead, but you didn't." Angor smiled at Sunny. "So, your dreams aren't the source of your faith. It's the person who created them. That's why you didn't fall. Am I right?"
Sunny thought of a young man who always had dark circles under his eyes. He was also the only person who made her feel warm from birth to death, other than that idiot Yada.
"Still not answering?" Angor didn't mind. "You don't want to talk to me because you think I'm with the people who took your box and trapped you here?"
Sunny didn't deny it.
Angor was trying to trick her. Since she didn't deny it, it meant that the people who trapped her in the blood array and took away the Dream Whelk were the same people.
"Will you believe me if I tell you that I'm not with them?" Angor asked.
Sunny still didn't want to talk.
"You're too cautious. That's not cute at all," Angor muttered in a low voice. Alda's cuter.
"You won't believe me no matter how I explain it to you. How about I ask the person you've been thinking about all this time to talk to you?"
Sunny was a little surprised by Angor's words, but she quickly recovered and snorted again.
Angor didn't say anything. He simply released Freud from the Church of the Deceased. Based on their conversation, Angor could tell that Sunny didn't want to fall because of Freud.
However, Freud happened to be standing behind Tulu. Tulu's tall figure blocked everyone's view.
However, everyone except Tulu noticed that there was someone else behind him.
Tulu didn't understand why Angor, Sunny, and Alda were all looking at him. However, right at this moment, someone patted him on the back. At the same time, a cold voice traveled into Tulu's ears.
"Move aside, living human. You're in the way."
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