Crimson Comes

The brain suddenly became slightly dizzy, and Wei Wei had a dazed sense of dislocation.

Some of the things that I have always kept firmly in my memory are now filled with cracks like shattered glass.

The memory is false, and Father An does not exist?

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Wei Wei slowly closed his eyes and could feel his heart beating.

After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes again, and his eyes seemed much calmer.

A lot of weird demon powers always start to erode from people's hearts, causing people to doubt themselves, shake, and finally fail miserably. Although the things that he encounters now make him feel a little strange, he still adjusts quickly. state.

The more unsteady one's heart is, the more likely it is that the devil will take advantage of it.

Wei Wei never doubted himself.

What would happen if one day you suddenly found out that everything in the world is proving that you have a problem with yourself?

Of course, it only means that there is something wrong with the world.

He suddenly turned around and walked straight towards a row of rooms on the second floor of the courtyard.

He walked to a room on the far left of the corridor, with a dark purple door and a small dusty stove beside the door.

In my memory, this was Father An's bedroom.

Wei Wei once roasted sweet potatoes and peanuts in this small stove.

Pressing the handle, the door of the room closed firmly, Yu Wei Wei took a step back and kicked the door open with one kick.

"Huh..."

The stale breath behind the door stirred, and a musty smell came to my face.

Wei Wei narrowed his eyes and looked into the room. Unsurprisingly, nothing matched his memory.

This isn't even a bedroom, just a storage room.

There were tattered furniture and even farm implements piled up by the walls, and piles of debris and **** were full.

In the corner of the ceiling, you can even see thick cobwebs intertwined.

It seems that every detail is telling himself that no one has lived here at all.

But Wei Wei patiently squatted down among the musty clutter.

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Every piece of old things, as if with a kind of depression forgotten by life, quietly leaned against the corner.

It seemed that everything was normal, but Wei Wei was still looking for it patiently.

Demon power can do a lot of unimaginable things, and even cut off some of the logic in things now.

But it is impossible to make everything return to normal after cutting off the logic.

All, some...

No matter what kind of traces there are, there will definitely be...

Wei Wei, who thought so, swept his eyes across the dark room little by little, bloodshot in his eyes.

This caused a faint blood color to appear in his field of vision, but his ability to see things in the dark was also much stronger, and his eyes penetrated the darkness. The most important thing is that in this state, he will give birth to more than usual. Sensitive and also more intuitive.

After a while, he suddenly realized something.

He raised his hand violently and tore off the debris accumulated in front of him.

The huge movement made the nun and others who were staring blankly downstairs tremble, and Wei Wei's eyes filled with dust.

He stared at one place, approached slowly, and squatted down.

On the wall, there are many children's graffiti paintings.

There are little people dancing, some people praying around the bonfire, and some people are roasted on the fire.

But Wei Wei was attracted by a strange symbol in this graffiti.

It was a rose with twisted clues. The strokes were extremely immature. The rose was drawn very awkwardly, rather like a mass of wriggling flesh.

But Wei Wei watched carefully, watched, and took a slow breath.

In my mind, some memories began to emerge automatically, quickly overlapping with the graffiti in front of me.

Flesh Rose.

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He couldn't describe the shock in Wei Wei's heart at this moment, he couldn't even control his expression at all and grinned.

He has seen this pattern.

Three years ago, the leader of the demon family code-named "Red Rose" was on her wrist.

This is the mark of the family she formed.

Demon families like to design their own unique logos, and the Red Rose family was no exception.

After reading the information countless times, I already knew everything about them, such as their names, heights, personalities, and, for example, the bright mark on the wrist of the family leader, a bright red rose formed by the squirming of flesh and blood. pattern……

Wei Wei sees this pattern in his dreams every night, but he never imagined that it would work in reality.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the imprint, but his palm was shaking.

There was actually fear in my heart, for fear that the mark was fake, and it would shatter like a beautiful dream with a single touch...

But he still dared to touch the pattern.

At this moment, the heart almost jumped out of the chest cavity, and then, a strong joy instantly poured into the heart.

According to official reports, as well as news reports in Scrap Iron City, members of that family were all killed three years ago.

But if they are really just like the results of the investigation, they are just an ordinary, spontaneous gathering of demon believers, there are only a few people in total, and they are all killed by themselves, then how can their logo appear in the Church of the Faceless in?

It's simple, that's great.

For three years, I have been reluctant to accept the fact that they are all dead.

He had always believed that they would definitely have other accomplices, other mentors or believers or something.

One day, everyone can meet on the street or anywhere, and then sit down and have a quiet drink.

But there are times when I realize that my enemies may all be dead.

He doesn't like this state. Whenever it appears, he will immediately divert his attention and stop thinking about it.

how can that be possible?

How could all the enemies be killed by themselves, they were just waiting for them somewhere like old friends.

So he searched and searched...

...until this moment, he saw the red rose again.

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The surrounding sounds seemed to fade away, only the sound of the heart beating drums, hitting the brain all at once.

Wei Wei looked deeply at the imprint that seemed to be alive.

Not coincidence or similarity.

This is no coincidence, this is the same imprint, its distortion, its vivid weirdness, cannot be imitated.

The disappeared Father An.

A mysterious family that worships demons.

The rose of flesh and blood was painted on the wall in the form of graffiti.

At this moment, Wei Wei only felt that the blood vessels in the brain seemed to be beating suddenly.

It seems that some things that were already hopeless and scattered, things that I thought were irrelevant, and even planned to be forgotten forever, at this moment, suddenly seemed to be pierced by an invisible thread, and they seemed to form a A whole.

It's not clear enough, because some of the most critical parts are still missing...

...but it doesn't matter.

Wei Wei shook his head vigorously, and his eyes sparkled with surprise.

Flesh Rose.

Now that this sign has appeared again, it means that there are still some secrets about what happened back then...

There are really some other people out there.

Great, great.

What is it, who is it, and what is the importance?

Turns out, it's really not over yet...

At a certain moment, Wei Wei even felt that this flesh and blood rose suddenly illuminated his world like a beam of light.

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"Ha ha ha ha……"

He couldn't help laughing, and jumped downstairs briskly, feeling like he was dancing.

Downstairs, the old nun and others were shivering. They had already discussed whether to call the police, but the phone was in the office on the second floor, so they didn't dare to call, and because the tricycle in the church was broken, they didn't dare to do it directly. run away...

this person……

Or that this lunatic is so good at it, who knows if he escapes, he will catch up?

While they were panicking, they watched Wei Wei jump down from the second floor in horror and terror, and even took a dance step along the way.

The kind of square dancing.

"What did he find, and why is he so happy?"

They looked at Wei Wei who was excited and doubted in their hearts, but they didn't dare to ask.

In panic, Wei Wei, who passed them by and seemed to be finally leaving, suddenly turned to look at them.

He sharply raised his gun and pointed it at the fat cook.

With a gentle smile on his face, but no doubt: "Take off your pants."

"what?"

The fat cook almost fell to his knees~www.wuxiamtl.com~ didn't know what this guy wanted to do to himself, but facing the dark muzzle and the smile on the other side's face, he didn't dare to refuse, Shivering, stretched to the belt position, and then took off his trousers with a cruel heart...

It was a tight pair of briefs with a strawberry pattern on it.

Whether it is the pattern or the size, it seems that it should not be worn on this fat cook.

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"As expected, I remember correctly. I remember even such a disgusting thing. How could I remember the only good thing?"

Wei Wei looked at the underwear he was wearing, and the smile on his face seemed to become brighter.

The finger that hooked the trigger gave birth to a strong desire.

But Wei Wei forcibly held back.

It is not against the law to wear underwear, and I also wear very innocent underwear.

And in my memory, the fat cook staring at Xiao Qiqi from behind was so annoying, but maybe it was because he and the other little friends reacted fast enough to escape with Xiao Qiqi in time. what specific things happened.

What's even more regrettable is that this wretched and hateful fat cook has never been infected by demons...

After a long time, he still sighed, suddenly put away the gun, and kicked the fat cook in the crotch.

In the screams like killing a pig, Wei Wei turned around and left, walking with ease.

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Behind him, the old nun's face suddenly turned pale, and her body trembled violently:

"I remembered, he is that devil boy..."

"Isn't he already dead?"

"He...he came back from hell..."