"Is there a difference in perception?" Hitzfeld asked him, "compared to your previous incarnation."
"It doesn't make any difference."
"Do you think the new body you got is still the same as the original one?"
"We all thought so at first, but as our bodies...changed, we knew there had to be a difference."
"Hmm..." Hitzfeld groaned.
No one else said anything, just stared at her.
"I understand." After seven or eight seconds, she raised her head.
"Go on, Anthony."
"Ok!"
The affectionate name brought the man and his interrogator closer together.
His spirits perked up a little, and he described while recalling: "Then came what happened in the library..."
At this point, his expression was in a state of struggle, as if he was unwilling to recall the scene at that time.
"I—I don't know how to describe it, your Excellency."
He stared at the ceiling and spoke with a stutter.
"You may think I am out of my mind if I say that."
"But that's the truth - yes, that's what I think!"
"Don't get excited, Placido."
Joe Cole stepped forward to stop him from going crazy.
"Speak slowly."
"Don't worry, you're safe here."
With his comfort, the man gradually calmed down.
"Is such that."
After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.
"my wife."
"I suspected she wanted to kill me and eat my brains."
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Chapter 64 Pollution
"Tell me more about it."
After a brief moment of surprise, Hitzfeld asked Anthony to continue describing what they had encountered in the library.
Eat brains.
Well, although for people who have been contaminated by evil curses... it is not strange to eat anything, but the members of the Holy Fruit Society who have been captured now are indeed not that crazy.
Yes, that's right - most of their tongues are on the roof of their mouths, as if extending from their brains, and their mouths can stretch to the roots of their ears, and their internal distortions are horrible. But they still retain the basic sanity of a human being.
They can talk and think. They know shame and can communicate. They also retain complete memories of the past. No matter from which angle you look at them, they cannot be directly judged as complete monsters.
So is the case of Booth, or Mrs. Placido, a special case?
Or--
"Booth was very scared at the time." The man on the bed said softly, "Because everything was really... too bizarre, so many people started to go to the second floor, and we were still on the first floor, at a loss."
"Including me... we didn't know what to do, but as... as those people's opinions gradually converged..."
"Are you of the same opinion?"
"Yes, they all think that this is a rare 'qualification'?... I guess that's probably the case. They don't want to waste this 'qualification', so more and more people tend to go to the second floor to take a look..."
"So we had no choice but to follow." The man took a breath, and when he breathed, others could clearly hear him trembling.
"When we got to the second floor, the first thing we saw was the stone wall. There were some very strange rules carved on it... and then there were those bookshelves... They were very tall and very large... almost endless."
"Then - because Booth and I were the last group of people to come up, after we read the words on the wall, we saw that everyone else - almost everyone - was jubilant, their faces glowing like gamblers who had won money..."
"Because you ate those fruits?" Joe Cole interrupted again, "Those bookshelves are filled with those red fruits, right?"
"Yes, sir." Anthony no longer had the strength to nod, so he could only close his eyes. "They described that feeling as even happier than... that thing. They said that at that moment, it was as if they had become an omniscient and omnipotent God."
"This is disrespectful to the goddess!" Joe Cole said angrily, "Damn it - if my people and I were sucked there, I would definitely tear down the city! Let those undead know how powerful we are!"
Hitzfeld turned his head slightly and looked at the sheriff's profile.
"You're a believer? Sheriff Cole?"
"Of course." Joe Cole loosened his collar so that he could breathe more comfortably. "My grandparents believed in it, my parents believed in it too, and I have been a firm believer since I was a child. This will never change!"
Hitzfeld frowned slightly.
This man, like Pondich and Fika-Jones, didn't care about the lives of those novelists at all. If he and his police subordinates had paid more attention when they were monitoring Haytham, Haytham would not have been killed so easily.
I didn't expect that this kind of person is actually a staunch believer.
Maybe there is some internal reason...like some emotions buried in the past or childhood.
But this involved Joe Cole's family affairs, and although she was curious, it was not convenient for her to ask.
This indirectly confirms how firm the library's attitude is.
The library rules clearly stated that believers were not welcome to visit. But the reality was that all the people who were pulled to West Grant, all the people who encountered the library in reality, were either non-believers or had weak faith.
Even herself...
It must be said that although Mrs. Glee, who taught her a lot and could be considered half her relative, had asked her not to disrespect the goddess, Hitzfeld...she had also experienced a lot of dangerous cases.
She herself has experienced several "miracle-like" apparitions because of her left eye.
But others?
Everyone else can only save themselves.
A familiar face gradually taking on wood grain.
A terrifying gaze from the dark shadows.
A sob that echoes in the steam and gears.
There is also the love that melts in the scorching sun and ultimately overcomes instinct.
These are all just microcosms.
All over Sara, and in the wilderness beyond.
Under the gray fog, similar tragedies are happening every moment.
That begs the question…where is God during these times?
Hitzfeld is certainly not a person with an extreme personality, so she would not hate those gods for this reason.
She felt that there must be some reason behind this, and something must have happened that even the gods were helpless to solve.
But she would not worship God either.
She thought Xia Yibing might think the same way.
so……
Hitzfeld glanced again at the dark-haired woman who had stopped writing and was staring intently at Anthony.
Xia and I...had just arrived in Nanxinze and were dragged to West Grant not long ago. However, Joe Cole and others had never known of the existence of West Grant because they had firm beliefs.
Belief……
It has been basically confirmed that the purpose of the operation of the Undead City Xigrant is to supply customers to the library, so the will of Xigrant can be regarded as the will of the library.
They all exclude believers.
why?
Judging from the services provided by the library, it is not really that "evil".
The physical deformation of the members of the Holy Fruit Society is not due to "entering the library" - you can regard it as a conspiracy led by the library, but this result has nothing to do with the library itself.
And the fruits.
The "dirty" inferior fruits are produced by the fruit addicts themselves, while the fruits in the library are claimed to be "natural and pollution-free". It is not appropriate to put the blame entirely on fruit addiction.
So, since the library itself only provides this level of service, why should it be so strict with believers?
It looked as if believers were not allowed to enter.
It's as if believers are poison and will alarm something.
and many more……
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
This situation seems a little familiar.
"Nan Xinze's Xieyang Stone Carving—"
She looked up suddenly and her voice was so loud that it startled everyone else.
"Sheriff Cole."
Hitzfeld looked at Joe Cole.
"Do you know where Nan Xinze's Xieyang stone carving is kept during this period?"
"?"
Joe Cole was stunned by his question.
"Ah, you mean that... it has always been in the southern church of Xinze Diocese, right?" He said vaguely, "I don't know either - it is a very important thing after all, Captain Karl should know more."
"Then I'll go ask him later."
Hitzfeld nodded and gave up asking further questions for the time being.
There should be no unusual movement in Nan Xinze's Xieyang stone carving.
This is obvious - Xiaomila Karl has been busy investigating the case with them recently. If there is a problem with the stone carving, he will not have the time to spare.
"Go on, Anthony."
She looked at the man on the bed.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be bewitched by them and eat the fruit?"
"Yes……"
Anthony had been staring at the ceiling, and frowned when he heard this, "We ate the fruit..."
"Then."
Hitzfeld continued to guide him.
"Your wife, Booth."
"Why do you think she wants to hurt you?"
"What happened after she ate the fruit?"
"Nothing... nothing happened."
"Ok?"
"I..." Anthony opened his lips, "I ate the first fruit. Then a feeling that cannot be described in words surrounded me."
