Chapter 165 Ethan Field
“So, what you are looking for is this, the Necronomicon?”
Milo looked at the empty layer high on the bookshelf.
"Then shouldn't you be looking for that Wilfred Fenich? Why are you catching that Ethan?"
"I know it's hard for you to believe someone like me. What the magic stick in gray robes said, but please believe me, mortals will die miserably after being exposed to readings of that level, and their souls will be distorted, which will lead to physical changes. It can be regarded as the experience gained by the church’s senior leaders after a long period of research and waiting. Human beings should not try to understand the ideas of the old gods. People like Fenich and Ethan, who have committed serious crimes, and scholars of the Monsis School They are the same.”
Dillashaw snapped his fingers and led Milo and the two of them to continue walking up.
When he arrived at a certain floor of the Star Clock Tower, he stopped:
“Please believe me, without us, Ethan Field, he would not have survived. Now."
"I believe this." "I believe you."
The above two sentences were spoken by Milo and Old Xion at the same time.
After the two finished speaking, they looked at each other silently.
Click.
Dillashaw took out the key and opened the door to that floor.
After pushing open the door, what comes into view is a dark secret room.
There is no light inside, and it is almost impossible to see.
The moment the door opened, Milo smelled some unpleasant smell, which was more disgusting than the morgue.
He noticed that when Dillashaw and Old Xion entered the secret room one after another, Maggie's shadow stayed in front of the door, unwilling to take another step forward.
Milo heard some slight movements coming from the darkness deep in the secret room.
The movement sounded like breathing.
But it seems lower and more painful than the breathing of ordinary people...
…
“Suggest I light a cigarette?”
Old Theon’s voice came from the secret room.
Dillashaw habitually ignored his words and said to himself: "In fact, we were the first wave of people to arrive at the scene of the crime. I mean the night of the Great Library incident... from Since the fragmentary pages of the Fenice manuscript came to light, we have been tracking its whereabouts. The person we want to track has an inseparable relationship with Solomon and the black market. The Fenice manuscript should have been what he coveted. ,but But he was put up for auction on the black market. The pastor and I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so we kept watching secretly."
"Unfortunately, we still don't understand what that person is doing. In other words, we have never really followed his train of thought. Maybe he has been crazy since the day he left the church, and we have no way to analyze and judge his behavior.”
"As I said, evil books will distort people's thinking. These products that are not part of human civilization will cause simple humans to have countless subversive reveries, causing them to lose their minds and fall into madness."
" We believe that Fenich has already died somewhere in the colony, or he has turned into something indescribable.”
Dillashaw seems to be very familiar with everything in the secret room. In absolute darkness, he was still able to move around freely, looking for the location of the kerosene lamp.
"Yes? Why did you say yes?"
Old Xion, standing in the darkness, muttered. He took out a match and lit the cigarette.
But the moment he struck the match, a piercing scream rang out in the secret room!
"Ah!!!!!!" The sound was like a sharp thorn that almost penetrated the eardrums of the three Milo people.
A pale and twisted face appeared, illuminated by the faint light of the match.
Its facial features have completely degraded, with no hair, eyeballs, teeth or even tongue. It looks like a half-finished human sculpture.
It's just that this sculpture can move...
"What the hell! What the hell!"
Old Theon almost pulled out a flintlock musket and put it on that thing's head. One shot.
On the other hand, Milo immediately took the match from Old Xion's hand and lit the kerosene wick in Dillashaw's hand.
As the brighter fire light lit up in the secret room, the appearance of the ghost finally appeared completely in front of everyone.
"Ethan... Field?"
Milo has investigated Ethan's information and seen this guy's photos.
But at this moment, he could not find any similarity between the creature in front of him and the Ethan in his impression.
Except for its basic limbs, it can no longer even find any form related to the word human. It is more like the one Milo saw in the collection room of Sherman Manor. Ghoul on the side painting.
Compared with the size of a normal adult male, this creature is almost half smaller, with a curved spine and a stooped body at all times.
It seemed to be very afraid of fire, and the harsh screams coming from its throat were like the sound of some sharp metal objects rubbing against each other.
But despite the harsh sound it made, its mobility seemed to be completely lost, curled up on a dirty bed, without even any locking device.
Its chest and head are covered with dense needles. These needles must have been fixed in its blood vessels for a long time, and they have almost grown together.
The end of the needle tube is connected to many glass bottles...
……
"The bastard crocodile must have sold me some inferior goods."
Old Xion stared at the cigarette in his hand with a complicated expression, beginning to doubt his life.
"Is this Ethan Field?" Milo stared at Dillashaw.
He was not sure whether the other party had randomly found a deformed human being to fool him.
So this sentence is mainly about Maggie.
But after looking around the secret room, Milo found that Maggie's shadow still stayed outside the door and did not come in.
She seemed afraid to face the strange creature on the bed in the corner of the secret room, but she still gave a positive answer to Milo's question with her body language.
"Whether you believe it or not, this is Ethan Field."
Dillashaw spread his hands, walked to the bed and took a syringe from the empty glass jar He pulled it out, inserted it into another bottle full of potion, and said lightly:
“When we brought him back at first, we just wanted to temporarily ask him if he knew anything about the Monsis scholar we were looking for. However, his physical condition deteriorated faster than we expected. In just one month, his metabolic function almost stopped functioning. Without the support of these drugs, he would have died long ago. Everyone here The monthly consumption of potions is between 100,000 and 200,000 runes.”
"The taxpayers of the country cannot bear to hear such words." Old Sheehan added.
"As I said, believe it or not, since I dare to bring you here, I am not afraid of you punishing me with any crime. If you don't mind the trouble, you can also take these potions for testing. They are just life-threatening drugs," Dillashaw said calmly.
(End of this chapter)