The moment the eyes on the head opened, a gloomy wind swirled fiercely in the basement.
The candle, oil lamp and even the only electric light in the basement were all extinguished.
The whole basement was plunged into darkness.
Only two scarlet red dots were emanating a vicious glare.
Those were … the eyes on the head!
"Careful!"
The sudden change shocked Hardedef but it didn't stop the chief officer from moving. He pulled out his revolver and fired at the head while pulling Sister Moni behind him.
John didn't forget that he promised Reed to protect Sister Moni.
However, things were a little out of his expectations.
Bang!
Bang Bang!
Three consecutive shots were fired at the center of the head's brows.
Although the surroundings were dark, the glare from the head's eyes provided John with the best illumination, as if it was a guiding light.
However, the head was unscathed!
When the bullets hit the head, other than a few sparks, it was useless.
Quite the opposite, a chilling feeling came from his hand and swiftly spread throughout his body.
It wasn't the hand holding the gun!
It was … the hand holding Sister Moni's hand.
"Could it be?!"
Bad guesses gushed out from John's heart, it made him want to let go.
But his hand that was holding Sister Moni felt like it was glued, he couldn't let go no matter how hard he tried.
The coldness seeped deeper into his bones.
Following the coldness was a greasy liquid that flowed down from his neck. He didn't even have to touch it, based on his police experience and the stench, he could tell it was blood.
Then, the head appeared before John's eyes.
Their necks were intertwined and their eyes met.
It looked extremely intimate.
But if John had a choice, he would never choose such an action.
Even though the owner of the head was extremely young and beautiful when she was alive.
Only a head was left and it was still swollen after being soaked in blood, no one could look at it calmly.
At the same time, a question appeared in John's heart.
Where did Sister Moni go?
As if noticing Hardedef's confusion, the head revealed an ugly smile and moved slightly to the side, giving Hardedef enough of a field of vision.
John saw Sister Moni right away.
Sister Moni's head was smashed and she was lying in a puddle of blood.
"This?!"
John stood rooted to the ground.
Even as a chief officer, he had experience that ordinary people did not have and had to deal with many vicious people, but the scene before him still had a great impact on him.
He actually killed the person he wanted to protect?!
How was this possible?!
The impact caused Hardedef's mind to become unstable, and his body began to sway.
When Sister Moni staggered up from the puddle of blood, John felt like he was struck by lightning. He turned a blind eye to the head that opened its mouth, baring its sharp teeth and biting at his throat.
Puff!
Blood spurted out.
Pain was transmitted to his brain.
John touched his throat instinctively.
Just as his fingers touched the skin on his neck, the light came on!
The candles, the oil lamps, and the electric lights all came on at the same time!
The whole basement was filled with light.
The box was still a box.
The corpse in the box was still a corpse.
The head was fixed in place. Although the eyes were open, they were a normal color and not scarlet.
Sister Moni was praying softly, her body emanating a faint white radiance.
"Oh merciful Bernadette, your radiance protects your believers!"
"Oh merciful Bernadette, your radiance protects the innocent!"
…
Looking at the white radiance, John swiftly felt peace in his heart.
But the scene that just happened in his mind was getting clearer.
"What happened just now?"
When Sister Moni stopped praying, John asked anxiously.
Even though he had witnessed Guntherson's inhuman powers back in the sewer, the scene before his eyes was even more unforgettable.
A golden wave was no doubt scary.
But a moving body was even scarier.
Death was basically the same.
But the fear brought by death was different, especially when it was related to a dead body, the fear would be magnified countless times.
"The wandering of an uneasy soul."
"But …"
Sister Moni wanted to say something but stopped.
"But what?"
John pressed.
"A common soul can't form such power, and …"
Sister Moni's words stopped again.
It made John even more anxious.
"Sister Moni, can you finish it all in one go?
I don't think leaving people hanging is what a sister should do! "
John said.
It was obvious what happened just now, even though the chief officer was bathed in the radiance of Sister Moni's prayers, it still made him feel uneasy, otherwise he wouldn't have asked in such a joking tone, hoping to relax.
"It's …"
Sister Moni's words stopped once more.
This time, it wasn't Sister Moni's will, something unexpected happened.
It wasn't the dead body in the box that had its soul rest in peace.
It was further away, inside a few crude iron cabinets.
Where was this place?
The morgue of the police station.
What did the morgue lack the least?
Bodies.
The answer was obvious.
However, when he heard the 'dang, dang' knocking sound that echoed in his ears, John, the chief officer, had never felt such disgust towards the morgue like he did at that moment.
"Sister, what should we do?"
John asked anxiously with his pistol raised when he saw the shaking iron cabinets.
John knew his pistol was useless against these things but the only weapon he had was his pistol.
Sister Moni didn't answer, she started to pray again.
This time, her prayers were much more effective than before.
Not only did she kneel down, she even drew a simple drawing on the floor.
From an outsider's perspective, John could roughly tell the drawing was a sun that rose halfway from the horizon, its light shining over the fields, rivers, and hills.
"Oh merciful Bernadette, please point the lost souls to the right path …"
Amidst the prayers, the drawing on the floor and Sister Moni were shrouded in a faint radiance.
However, the clanking of the iron cabinets didn't stop.
Instead …
It got louder.
After all, the Gods were long gone.
How could they possibly point the lost souls to the right path?
"Sister Moni, we need to leave!"
John looked at the severely twisted iron cabinets, as if he was looking at the bodies that would jump out at the very next moment, he pulled Sister Moni up without further explanation.
The prayers stopped abruptly.
Sister Moni was in pain.
There was nothing more unacceptable than the scene in front of her.
The once great King of Dawn couldn't even appease a few lost souls …
Though it wasn't the first time.
Every single time, it made Sister Moni feel despair.
Layer after layer of despair piled up.
It appeared again and again.
It was like an abyss.
Bang!
The iron cabinets that couldn't bear the heavy load broke after another collision.
Three bodies crawled out from inside, growling heavily and charging at Sister Moni and the chief officer like wild beasts.
Without further hesitation, the chief officer placed Sister Moni behind him again and raised the gun in his hand.
Even though he knew it was useless, he wouldn't sit still and wait for his death.
However, the chief officer didn't pull the trigger.
Because a figure stood in front of him, blocking his path.
It had a faint, yet solid, radiance to it.
At the same time, the drawing on the floor suddenly lit up.
The radiance was ten times, a hundred times brighter than before.
The bodies that charged at Kieran fell to the ground one after another when they came in contact with the radiance.
Everything in the morgue calmed down.
All that was left was the radiance that overshadowed everything else.
It was warm, tenacious, unyielding, like the first rays of dawn.
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