Counting the differences, Saturday has two characteristics.
The first was during a Sunday service, when she was on a pilgrimage and saw a vision of light, possibly inspired by guarding the church bell tower.
The second is time.
After two weeks of living together, she discovered that the unknown whispers that occasionally sounded seemed to have a certain pattern.
From the Monday she woke up until last Saturday, the whispering had increased in volume over the course of the last two weeks.
Then when the first eternal night passed, starting from this Monday, it became cowardly again.
Now it has gradually intensified, and the whispers seem to be in a cycle of six days - excluding the eternal night - and are constantly amplifying their impact on her.
So, are the differences in synchronous dream states also related to this point?
Will the success rate be different if you enter this state at other times and when you are approaching eternal night?
Having set a goal, Hitzfeld decided to give it a try this Saturday.
Then she felt her nose being pinched.
"Wake up, little lazy pig."
I opened my eyes and saw Detective Xia who was fully dressed.
She had just finished washing up, and her fingers were cold. Hitzfeld turned his head away from her, pretending to be a little confused: "...Are we almost there?"
"Yes. Hurry up and wash up. When you're done, I'll tell you about the current situation."
Ten minutes later, the girl, who had finished washing and dressing, sat opposite the table and listened to her description while combing her hair.
“I don’t know what the other teams’ missions are.”
Xia Yibing looked at the scenery outside the window.
"At least for me, as long as I am still the captain of Team 17, my goal will always be to capture the district leader of the Eclipse Church here."
"District head?"
“The official name given by a religious organization to a region’s top missionary leader.”
Xia Yibing spread her hands.
"For example, Isaac Rhodes, he is the one who is in the army, and he can call upon all the power of the city of Pimu."
"Is he great?"
Hitzfeld was really curious.
She had read reports about this man in the newspapers from time to time, and had always wondered whether a person who could serve as a missionary in a world where supernatural powers existed also had some kind of supernatural power.
"...very powerful."
Xia Yibing was silent for a moment, and added in her heart: Although he still can't protect his son.
"Actually, you are quite unlucky, because if you stay in Wayne Port to spend the next eternal night, you will be able to truly see the miracle of Ji Yang..."
"Then... back to the topic, the problem now is that I am the only one who believes that this eclipse zone is 100% real, and everyone else is skeptical."
Due to lack of information, Hitzfeld is not qualified to comment on this aspect.
"Well."
She could only say "hmm".
"Tracking down the Slit-Mouth Wolves and their district leader is already a heavy task for Team 17."
Xia Yibing looked at the girl and sighed softly.
"…Now I have to take care of you again."
He looked helpless as if he had encountered a burden.
"So after we get off the bus later," she emphasized to the girl, "no matter what trouble you encounter, I will safely take you back to 12 Flo Street."
"I will let Ethan and the others protect you... and your wife. You just stay there honestly for the next few days, don't worry about anything and don't think about anything..."
"By the way, you must also protect the documents you carry with you."
Hitzfeld had no objection to this arrangement.
She was quite self-aware and knew that with her current abilities, she was not qualified to be involved too deeply in this matter. She was satisfied with being able to use the chips to exchange for the guarantee of Shadow Lion. Next, she could hide in the house with her wife to avoid the eternal night. This should be the best result.
While listening to Xia Yibing's chatter and looking at the snow outside the window, the train arrived at the station unknowingly.
From getting off the car to escorting her into Ethan's car, Xia Yibing was nervous the whole time, which made Hitzfeld also nervous and looked behind him from time to time.
But nothing unexpected happened.
After getting off the car in front of the Jinzhu Car Dealership, Ethan helped the girl drag out the suitcase and watched Xia Yibing drive away in her beloved car.
"Three o'clock in the afternoon is a good time."
He made a gesture of invitation to No. 12.
"What are you waiting for…Hey? Where are you going?"
Hitzfeld had already crossed the road, and Ethan quickly jogged to catch up.
He followed her to the post office across the street, and helped stand in line under the wary gazes of a group of people. He watched her buy two stamps and start writing a letter while lying on the table next to her.
After writing a letter, put a stamp on it and seal it.
Pick up another larger envelope, put it in, and continue to stick stamps on the outside of the large envelope.
"I just happened to have some money left...I wanted to give it a try."
Standing at the position where Ethan was standing, Hitzfeld handed the letter to another postman and smiled at Ethan somewhat reluctantly.
Today is Friday and the post office is closed until Sunday.
So if her inference is correct and there are no interfering circumstances.
She would receive her own reply tomorrow morning.
Chapter 43: The Undertaker's Cellar
"My people and I are watching you from all sides. If you encounter danger, especially at night when you are at home, you must shout for help."
"Ah."
"Pay more attention to Madam's condition. After all, she is not young anymore, and it would be more dangerous if she encountered nightmares."
"Ah."
"Then I won't send you off."
Under the street light, Ethan grinned in the snow.
Hitzfeld was about to enter the room dragging his suitcase.
"Hitzfeld!"
"Huh?" The girl turned around.
"Take this."
Ethan came over, grabbed her sleeve, took out a small, large paper box from his pocket and placed it in her hand.
"This is……"
"There are 6 rounds in a box, use them sparingly."
Entering the yard in a daze, Hitzfeld opened the lid of the box and saw that it was divided into six compartments with cardboard, each of which contained a silver bullet.
The caliber is similar, but it is fuller than the brass bullet. There is a crude cross engraved on the bottom of the shell, and some unrecognizable characters on the shell.
Is this the "silver bullet"? The kind they say is meant to target evil spirits?
He looked out the door with some gratitude.
Ethan's figure had disappeared long ago.
After collecting this precious gift, Hitzfeld dragged the box up the stairs with some effort, and then pressed the doorbell.
no respond.
She pressed the button twice again, but the same thing happened. She frowned, took out the key and opened the door.
"crunch-"
The old wooden door opened outwards, making a teeth-grinding noise.
Dim daylight poured into the living room, casting a swaying figure on the floor.
That was the girl's own shadow.
Bring the box in and close the door. After hesitating for a moment, Hitzfeld did not choose to change his shoes.
By clamping my left arm tightly, I could feel the hard touch from Plankton.
This feeling gave her courage, and she began to search the house step by step.
"lady."
"lady……?"
She walked slowly, shouting as she walked, trying to find any trace of the lady's presence.
There is none on the first floor.
There is no second floor.
Her movements gradually became faster and her tone became louder.
"lady!"
"lady--"
Damn it.
Standing at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, Hitzfeld breathed slightly.
Could it be that those bastards have already kidnapped the lady?
But Ethan has been keeping an eye on the house these days. How could the Eclipse Church do such a thing under their noses?
Just when her thoughts were confused, she subconsciously sniffed her nose and smelled a familiar scent.
That is the stench of corpse.
Squinting his eyes slightly, Hitzfeld reached his right hand under the armpit of his short jacket, pulled the Plankton out of the holster, and turned on the safety.
Following the smell, she went downstairs step by step, passed the second floor, came to the first floor, followed the corridor on the first floor into the backyard, stood in the grass and stared at a simple earthen house.
That was the shed that she had used as a target.
The heavy lock on the white painted wooden door had disappeared at this moment. The door was slightly opened to both sides, revealing a tiny black gap.
Hitzfeld was 100% sure that the smell was coming from inside.
Step by step, she pushed down the grass and moved closer. She could hear the sound of her heartbeat.
He reached out and grabbed the wooden door on one side and pulled it open.
"Squeak-"
She vaguely saw a deep cave entrance.
The shed was small, covering an area similar to that of an ordinary bathroom in a modern home. Brooms, spare torches and a long-barreled shotgun were hung on the walls, and nearly 80% of the ground was given over to holes.
He walked to the door and looked carefully at the hole. With the help of the sunlight, Hitzfeld could vaguely see a flight of stairs.
She stretched her foot and pointed down a little, and there were indeed steps - this should be the cellar that she had always wanted to find but had never been able to find.
Is the stench of the corpse coming from the cellar?
Is the lady in there too?
Half nervous, half anxious. But Hitzfeld knew that he should not be impatient at such a time.
She thought about it, stood at the door, used the door panel to block her body, stared at the cellar entrance through the crack in the door, removed the Prang magazine, and removed all the ordinary brass bullets.
Then he took out the small box that Ethan gave him and pressed six silver bullets into the magazine one by one.
After reassembling the Prang and pulling the bolt, Hitzfeld entered the shed and began to carefully go down to the cellar.
