Chapter 270 Squeezed Heart
But no matter what, Anna's recovery is good news.
Winfreys immediately grasped the trunk of the pine bonsai and asked anxiously: "Sinead, check Anna's condition immediately, whether her body is injured, and whether the light in her skull is bright and normal?"
While releasing the inquiry information, Winfreys was also paying attention to the heart rhythm and words that Sinead replied - he carefully observed the speed, wavelength and frequency of the slow beating heart rhythm, and through these data he seemed to be able to build a synchronized heart in his mind.
Such a size, such a contour...it is indeed Sinead's heart.
The thick cloud of doubt in Winfreys' heart dissipated a little...at least it proved that the news of Anna's return was not another joke and teasing by those ill-intentioned people, just like the little Anna who had just said good night to him gently.
Sinead in the distance continued to reply. Her heartbeat seemed to be slower than before, but considering that she had said that her arms were broken and seriously injured, this was just a slightly weak and slow heartbeat, which was not abnormal.
"I have carefully checked, and there are no visible scars on Miss Anna's body. The light in her head is still as weak and cold as before. Just a slight touch of the frozen aura seems to be contaminated by my thoughts and frost on the light in my head."
"The only special thing is that Miss Anna's hairstyle is messy... The hair that was originally trimmed to the right length has become uneven. It seems that the attackers just cut Miss Anna's hair after kidnapping her, and did not make any other abnormal actions."
"Just cut a few strands of hair..." The doubts in Winfreys' heart became more and more intense-this group of guys were busy with so many things, and killed Kaido and Connor, just to cut a few strands of Anna's hair? !
However, cutting hair and discarding unnecessary things, according to this behavior pattern, the other party should be practicing the Moth Abandonment Principle.
If so, then the other party is very likely to be a secret cult organization that worships the Moth Hour!
But as far as Winfres knows, there are only a handful of secret cult organizations in the city that worship the Moth Hour. Not every secret preacher can control the wild and chaotic moth in the skull, and not every secret preacher's sexual appearance can match the dangerous Moth Principle. Most of the secret cult organizations only list the Moth Secret as a taboo knowledge to be practiced concurrently. Most of them just fancy the fraudulent abandonment power of the moth phase, which can be used to cover up most of the secret cult activities.
And the most important point is that any moth person who is promoted to a high level will inevitably be affected by the whispers of the moth in the skull. The chattering whispers echo in their minds all the time, telling them the heterogeneous and restless desires, forcing them to abandon etiquette, morality, law, order and reason.
They often make abnormal behaviors that are difficult for even the secret world's secret inheritors to understand and accept.
Winfreys thought in his heart: "Could it be that Anna's disappearance is just a sacrificial performance prepared by a group of crazy mothmen to practice the code?"
"They tried to please the worshipped Moth God by deceiving a fourth-level secret inheritor's prank, praying for a stronger forbidden power, and then holding another more grand and absurd performance???"
"In theory, this conjecture seems to be quite close to the real answer...but how to treat the mothmen"
Winfreys hopes that the result is really like this, but he has a vague premonition in his heart. This premonition may come from the warning of the third mark, or from his habitual thinking mode of thinking in the worst direction... In short, he feels that this is far from over, and this group of crazy mothmen may do something whimsical.
Perhaps even if they released Anna now, it was just a foreplay for the next performance... This feeling of being deceived and played with made Winfreys feel very aggrieved and uncomfortable, as if he was walking in a dark alley, with prying eyes always coming from the shadows behind him, and vaguely sarcastic laughter coming from nowhere, but looking around angrily, he couldn't find any trace of the mothman, as if everything was just his fantasy of being persecuted.
However, just when you turned around with a sense of relief, the disgusting, maddening and creepy low laughter came from behind again!
"Fuck!"
Winfreys couldn't help but cursed. He didn't want to be relied on by these moth-like crazy people who were as stubborn and sticky as American cockroaches... He didn't want this group of mothmen who came from nowhere to regard him as a target that could be easily teased and absorbed from the power of the rules... No cockroach would let go of a soft cake covered with sweet fat, and it was a cake that didn't know how to fight back!
To put an end to the entanglement of this group of mothmen, he must hit them head-on!
I must defeat them in one fell swoop before they can further understand my thinking logic, and never turn the tables! ! !
After Winfres clarified his thoughts, he was no longer anxious. The lamp in his skull seemed to be keenly aware of the provocation of the ugly moth hidden in the dark shadows. The flame of the lamp suddenly became brighter and released a strong rationality that was rich enough to almost crack the skull.
The blazing white and merciless light seemed to be able to shine from his brain to the outside world without passing through the door in his pupils. His skull and scalp seemed to be gradually becoming transparent, and the brain tissue inside was clearly visible, shining like a diamond.
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Anna Morgan's ward in the Royal Free Hospital.
The solid wood floor was engraved with a bloody crossroads symbol, and the sound of a heart beating continued in the dark room, conveying the message of the heart to the distance.
However, Sinead, who should have been kowtowed and kneeled to simulate the rhythm of the heart, was now lying on the ground with a pale face, and her skinny chest revealed a bloody hole, but there was nothing inside.
The heart that was still beating even when it was separated from the body was now held in a deformed claw-like big hand. The strange hand held Sinead's heart in the palm of its hand and pressed it to the ground again and again, pressing towards the center of the bloody crossroads symbol.
Sinead's heart was once again pressed heavily on the floor. The ground bounced it upwards unyieldingly, but the hand was still pressing down. The heart was at the center of the collision between the two forces, and was inevitably affected by the squeezing force, causing it to be distorted and collapsed, but it seemed to be shrinking.
When the claws loosened their grip, the heart finally returned to its original shape, as if it was expanding.
Through such repeated pressing actions, Sinead's heart seemed to be still beating in a controllable and orderly manner, transmitting false words to the distance according to the owner of the hand.