"Or a city?"
“There will always be times when you can’t do something, and times when you will regret your incompetence.”
"Some diseases cannot be cured by medicine. That is more extreme and terrifying, and more..."
"more--"
He paused for a moment, and then he probably suddenly realized that these things were too advanced for his daughter.
"Don't mind what I said later." He tried to change the subject clumsily, "Let's talk about your grades... Well, I'm very satisfied with your math homework."
Little Sixus couldn't feel it.
But as a bystander, Hitzfeld seemed to have the illusion that Mr. Sixus knew everything that little Sixus had experienced, including the criticism in the village.
Then why didn't he care?
Was he guilty of what he had been told, or did he really have a nobler pursuit, like he told his daughter, that he wanted to “save more people” in his own way?
The mystery continues, and so does life.
Gradually, Mr. Cecil's absences from returning home became longer and longer, and it became increasingly difficult for little Cecil and others to see him.
He seemed to no longer have the energy to make pills, and whenever the villagers came to his house and asked little Cecil to help get medicine, they would run over to check out the inventory.
When they found that there were not many left, they simply said, "Ah, Mr. Sixus is leaving after all!"
Everyone said so, and Sixus believed it. She thought that one day, maybe late at night, maybe in the morning or afternoon, Mr. Sixus, exhausted from the journey, would appear in front of her again and say to her, "Pack up your things, and we're leaving."
Then she obediently packed her things, moved out her little bookcase, took his two old snuff bottles, and left with him - probably never to come back again.
But he didn't.
He hadn't even been back for almost two months.
The villagers said that he had left and abandoned his daughter, and wanted to dump this burden on Gri Village and let others help him raise the child.
For Sixus, this was a real and long nightmare.
The turning point came a month later.
It was an afternoon, as sunny and bright as Sixus's imagination. The village school was on vacation, and she was bored at home alone, so she dragged the small box out from under the bed, wanting to find some notes and stories to review.
She found a letter tucked inside one of the books.
It was left to her by her father, Ford-Sissy.
Chapter 13: The Past of Conte-Sixus
[To Connie, my beloved daughter:
If you see this letter, I am either dead or on my way to death.
First of all, I want to be honest. That is, Connie, I am not your biological father. I just picked you up during the exile - strictly speaking, I robbed you, because those refugees were going to cut you open. They probably wanted to eat you.
Don't panic, and don't feel horrified. I know this is hard for you to accept, as you have lived in Gerry Village for as long as you can remember, but the outside world is so terrible, so terrible that it can wipe out a man's ambition and make him shrink into a village and become a coward.
Yes, with your intelligence you should be able to guess that this coward is me.
I was not a doctor—not just any doctor.
I worked for some special people, warriors who were willing to risk their lives to fight terror. I was once that kind of passionate person, so I stayed there to treat them, thinking that as long as I did everything I could, everything would get better.
But that was not the case. We were quickly dispersed by those things. They could disguise themselves and even take on human appearances. Our people died one after another, and those who were left could not tell who they could trust around them.
I thought I could hold out, but when one of my patients transformed into them and nearly ate me when we were alone, I knew I couldn't.
I quickly left those people and that environment. I traveled a long, long way, and with my medical skills and a little luck, I met you.
Do you know why I always emphasize that you should study medicine? It is because I know too well that in such a society and environment, you must have a solid skill to survive. In comparison, there is no better profession than being a doctor. This is not about making money, but about survival.
Gri Village is a very special place. I think there must be some residual grace from the goddess there, so much so that I have never seen... people having some special dreams.
So at one point I wanted to stay, and stay for a long time, to live here with you and them, until I die of old age, or at least until I see you find love.
I love you so much, Connie.
I know I am no longer qualified, or perhaps I have never been qualified, but I still want to tell you that I truly treat you as my daughter.
In those dark, nightmare-like days, you guided me like the sun. From then on, I swore that I would take good care of you and always protect you from any harm.
I also know that you love me very much...
Yes, I know everything...all your excuses, the arguments and fights you had with others to protect me, I know everything.
Forgive me for not being able to show it, because I have to put on this appearance - I have to let the outside world think that I no longer care about you.
Remember those hunters?
About half a year ago, they appeared in the village. Some of them were dressed in luxurious clothes, and the villagers called them noble masters.
In fact, they just have better conditions... I have always taught you that the level of people should not change because of purely material things. I believe that if Geri Village had such conditions, they could also be polite.
But this has nothing to do with what I am going to say next. That is the information I heard from them when I was treating them.
That kind of monster might have appeared in Miancheng as well.
Disappeared for no reason...can't find the murderer...nothing can be done...the bodies were only discovered a long time later...they were all placed at home and had been eaten cleanly without even a scrap of meat left.
That's what they say, and I, I really don't want to think about it that way, but these characteristics are too similar to situations that I have encountered.
I have to imagine that those things are coming after me again, and it may be because of me... because I took away something, something that I spent the first half of my life and the sacrifice of countless people to achieve.
This is my responsibility, Connie. I have inquired about the situation on the other side of the Cain River. The town is gone. They ate everyone. Now they may do the same to Miancheng.
The people of Miancheng lack experience in facing them, they don’t know how to identify them, they don’t know the tricks... and I am the only one who can help them.
So I have to go, firstly to atone my sins, and secondly, I don’t want to regret why I didn’t act earlier when they destroy Mian City and let the disaster spread to Geri Village and you.
I promised to protect you, so I must do it.
So now you understand why I keep going out.
We did make some progress... We caught and killed quite a few of those things. But on the other hand, I think it might not be my imagination - I must have been noticed by them.
So I'm afraid I won't be coming back this time. I can't risk... bringing those things here again.
If you are reading this letter, Connie, within a month of my leaving, and there has been no news from me during that month, then I am probably dead.
But Connie, if this time is extended to more than two months and you still can't get any news about me from other people, especially the purchasing team, then you should be careful - you may be in the same predicament as me.
Because that means the source of the message has been locked.
The battle on behalf of Miancheng ended in failure, and they successfully captured the people in the city. And they may have reached out to you.
You have to be wary of other people.
Anyone who behaves abnormally.
If you feel anything is wrong, go home and move the medicine cabinet away - there is a secret room in the back, and in the secret room there is a living thing that I have kept for many years.
Don't worry about what it is, I want you to eat it right away - quickly.
Only this can save you.
May the goddess bless you with good luck.]
The letter ends here.
There was no signature, but Sixus knew that this was the other party's style. And Hitzfeld further thought: It seems that the reason why the village school is closed today is because guests from Miancheng have come to the village.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
There was a knock on the door.
Even though he was just an outsider, knowing full well that this had already happened and was a memory, Hitzfeld still felt a sense of fear and dread.
Sixus in the picture asked tremblingly who the visitor was, but received no response.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
There was only a knock on the door.
It continued to sound rhythmically and continuously.
Sixus was obviously at a loss.
It was not until she heard a loud "bang" outside, which sounded like something had broken through the gate of the yard with brute force, that she panicked and remembered Mr. Sixus's description in the letter. She crawled to the medicine cabinet and tried hard to move it away.
There were footsteps in the yard.
Very light, but enough to make people sure of its existence.
The thing stopped outside the door.
Sixus opened the medicine cabinet at the same time.
She heard the creaking sound of the door opening. Although there were ten thousand voices in her heart telling her not to look back, she couldn't help but turned her head to look at the sunshine.
A tall shadow stood there, his height and build exactly the same as she remembered.
She suddenly felt as if she had seen this scene somewhere.
Until the other person turned his head, facing her with the face of Ford-Sixus, and said, "Pack your things and let's leave."
Only then did she feel that the deep fear had finally arrived.
Started screaming.
Waving his arms wildly.
He rushed into the secret room.
Chapter 5 Half of the Sphere in k
It was dark in the secret room.
In Hitzfeld's opinion, this was not a secret room at all. It was just a house built close to a rock wall, with a cave of moderate size left empty.
Her perspective followed Sixus in the picture, and it took her more than a second to adjust to the darkness. Then she saw a table in the middle of the cave, on which there were a pile of melted candles, a stack of books, and a pile of messy parchment scrolls that had not been sorted out for who knows how long.
And a fish tank behind the table.
The other things were too common, and one could guess their uses at a glance. Hitzfeld's eyes were fixed directly on the fish tank. She had a hunch that this was what Mr. Sixus meant by "living things".
Sixus obviously thought so too... She could hear footsteps approaching, and she didn't dare to look back again. She locked her eyes on the fish tank and rushed to it, removing the glass cover on it.
“Gulp, gulp, gulp…”
Through the faint reflection of the black water, she roughly saw a string of bubbles coming out from under the water. She immediately guessed that what she was looking for was in there, so she reached in and fished it out. Under the watchful eyes of Hitzfeld and the figure behind her, she grabbed a squirming thing.
It was too dark here for Hitzfeld to see what it was. It looked a bit like a fat worm, a deformed version with tentacles. It also looked a bit like an overly fat squid or jellyfish, with many of its long tentacles still under the water, slowly moving with the girl's movements.
This thing was at least the size of one and a half adult's palms. It was very difficult for Sixus to get it out. Hitzfeld frowned, wondering what Mr. Sixus meant by "eat it".
"That's it." Mr. Sixus's face emerged from the shadows little by little. His expression was a little dull, but he was undoubtedly staring at that thing. He took a firm step forward and slowly stretched out a hand: "Give it to me... give it to me..."
“……!!!” Extreme fear turned into distortion and fell on the girl’s wrinkled little face. She also became ruthless. She didn’t care that this thing was almost as big as her head. She just grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth.
Then a situation occurred that caught both her and Hitzfeld off guard - that thing, no matter what it was, exploded at this moment at an astonishing speed, and without waiting for her to make a move to stuff it in, it actively drilled into her throat.
"This... Ugh! Cough cough cough!"
Sixus then felt stuffy and suffocated. She pinched her neck with both hands, her face showing great pain.
“What have you done!?” Mr. Sixus appeared in front of him with a pair of bloodshot eyes. He lifted the girl up from the ground, and his face began to twist with extreme anger.
"Spit it out! Spit it out!!!"
He shook her, and in the process his arms gradually lengthened and became thinner, yet full of a delicate and dry sense of cohesion; his ten fingers gradually turned into sharp claws, and he used his claws to tear the girl, easily tearing her clothes and leaving scratches on her body.
Without a doubt, there is no worse treatment than this.
No sooner had he learned of his father's death than he discovered a "monster" in his own image appeared before him, and the strange thing he swallowed as instructed seemed to be causing trouble inside his body, while he had to endure the most frightening and brutal treatment from the outside world.
Does it want to skin her alive?
Hitzfeld was worried about Sixus. Although she knew very well that the real Sixus had escaped danger and lived to become a director, she really couldn't think of how she could escape in the current situation.
Swah——
However, at this moment, when almost all her attention was focused on this question, the picture in front of her was cut off.
I blinked my eyes, and the next thing I saw was a ceiling with an incandescent light. Sixus's tired voice came from the side: "It succeeded... let's call it that."
