Chapter 1336 1308. Return to the chapel
Outside Gascoigne's house, the footsteps that were originally so light that ordinary people could not hear them paused for a moment, and then ran over quickly.
A taciturn, cold and ruthless hunter in a yellow coat, who can almost be called the stereotype of a Yharnam hunter, holds a meat saw knife that is still dripping with a mixture of sticky blood, minced meat, and black hair. Standing at the door.
His face was covered by a three-cornered hat and a mask on his face, with only a slit for his eyes exposed. He looked around before stepping on the wooden floor into Gascoigne's house.
"Are you back again?" Without paying attention to the demon hunter's greeting, Henryk sighed deeply. "This is not a wise decision, Lan."
"We'll tell you later whether it's wise or not." The demon hunter squatted on the ground and shouted without looking back, "Give me a blood collection bottle first, someone here is poisoned."
Henric shook his head With his head squeaking on the wooden floor with his leather boots, he walked to Lan En and briefly glanced at Maria, who had already lowered her head and passed out.
“It’s a waste to use blood collection bottles now.”
“You have to wait for the toxicity to be consumed first, destroying her body almost, and then inject it with one injection. At that time It's the most useful. "
The old hunter said calmly.
An old hunter with so much experience that people thought he couldn't die in hunting like a hunter, although his biological and medical knowledge was far inferior to Lan En's.
But he can see through many situations based on experience alone.
In an emergency, the unhurried attitude of an experienced person can even make onlookers feel at ease.
Although Lan En was not too panicked at first, Henryk still made him feel much more relaxed now that he had just come out of the nightmare.
Amidst the slight collision and friction of armor plates, Lan stood up from Maria and patted his friend on the shoulder condescendingly.
Only then did he formally say hello.
"Long time no see, Henrik." The witcher tilted his head and smiled, "It looks a bit old, but it is indeed more reliable."
"What do you mean? 'Looks like this'?" The old hunter's eyes, which were pinched by his hat and mask, frowned in confusion.
And then, as Lan En stood up completely, his eyes widened uncontrollably.
“And what are you eating now?”
Henrik looked up and down repeatedly at the tall demon hunter, who was already 2.5 meters tall.
When we first met, although this young man was quite strong, he was still in the category of a normal person. Now, what normal person can develop such a body shape?
“It’s a long story.” Lan En shrugged, and at the same time he picked up the unconscious Maria, and raised his chin at Adeline next to him, meaning to ask Henrik to help him.
Henryk did not hesitate, hung the meat saw knife with bloody black hair on his back, carried Adeline on his back, and went out with Lan En.
But when he walked to the door and saw Lan En picking up the three-cornered hat with swan feathers on the table, his eyes immediately became filled with memories.
When Lan En hugged Maria, the huntress's head, which had been lowered due to coma and weakness, was raised again while walking.
Henric suddenly stopped.
"It seems that you really have a long story." The old hunter's voice, dulled by the mask, revealed disbelief. "That's Ms. Maria?!"
"How is this possible?!"
The witcher kept walking, walking in front, and just waved his hand without looking back. .
"Recognize it? Yes, you must have seen it."
"But this is not a place suitable for telling stories, Henrik."
Has walked out of the room and arrived at Gass Lan En, who was standing by the ditch behind Coyne's house, stretched his head and looked down.
Under the gas street lamp in Yanan, a huge black fat pig carcass was lying in the mud of the ditch below.
This fat pig looks about the same size as a smaller Asian elephant.
However, although it is surprisingly fat, Lan En has not seen it before when he was in Yanan.
But now
Lan En first looked at the fat pig carcass under the ditch in shock, and then looked up at the abnormally large blood-red moon in the sky.
The red moon rose after Lan En killed [Stupid Spider] Roma. Under the red moon, the monsters in Yharnam changed to varying degrees.
In other words, the blood-red moonlight reflects the reality of these monsters to a certain extent.
For example, the fat pig under the ditch now has a large dent in the large portion of its face where the eyes and nose were originally.
And in the recessed part, there are dozens of smooth eyeballs of different sizes that are densely packed and squeezed together!
At this time, because he was dead, the pupils of the dozens of smooth and different-sized eyeballs were all diverging in different directions.
The numerous eyeballs facing in different directions make people feel a strange feeling.
“Don’t look at it.” The old hunter who was carrying Adeline said in a muffled voice, “When it was alive, its eyes were already like that.”
Henryk and Lan walked side by side, and with his free hand he pulled Maria's eyelids, and then looked at the blood that kept pouring out of her mouth.
The blood has flowed from the shoulders of Lan En's white armor all the way to the shin armor.
Then Henrik nodded, apparently confirming that Maria's body had been almost destroyed, and then took out a blood collection bottle from his pocket and pierced Maria's shoulder.
"Did you really come up with this thing at that time?" After piercing the blood collection bottle, Henrik threw the bottle away and pointed it at the blood moon in the sky. "Under this moon, these monsters in Yanan look a bit too intrusive even to me."
At that time, Henryk went with his colleagues to the closed Byron Weiss and met Master William.
But then, the old guy was put to sleep silently by Master William, and Lan En carried him back to Orton Chapel after finishing his work.
He did not witness the rise of the blood moon, but it seemed that he had 'communicated' with the monsters under the blood moon many times in the later period.
On the road from Gascoigne's home to the Orton chapel, there were only corpses dripping with sticky blood, but no living monsters.
Obviously, the road has been cleared all the time.
As we get closer to the Orton chapel, the smell of incense is still strong.
The arrival of Lan En and the three of them obviously caused a ripple in this unsettling bloody night.
As soon as he stepped through the door of the Orton chapel, the witcher heard an exclamation.
“Ah!”
That was Viola, Gascoigne’s wife, sitting on a chair with her two daughters sleeping on their legs.
She was obviously a little excited after seeing Lan En, but then she became worried.
Of course it's a good thing to see friends again, but right now we really shouldn't be happy because our friends have entered a dangerous quagmire again.
Henric quietly placed Adeline on his shoulder on the ground next to a pile of incense jars, and Lan also placed the unconscious Maria against the wall.
Now I am free and able to take a look at the Orton chapel again after leaving for a long time.
Lan En doesn’t know how Yanan reflects the flow of time now, but since he left, there are only two or three more people in this small church.
Doctor Yousefka was taking care of her bound sister. Although she was worried, when Lan En looked over, she still showed a bitter and grateful smile.
Gascoigne’s two daughters were sleeping on Viola’s lap, and he himself seemed to have gone out.
The prostitute who was directed by Lan En from Church Town was holding her stomach and seemed a little uncomfortable, but she also nodded to Lan En who had helped her.
"Although I feel that it is irrational for you to come back, on the other hand..." Henryk helped place the two unconscious people and whispered to Lan En.
“We are really having a tough time right now.”
The old hunter's eyes, which were caught between his hat and mask, were tired but holding on.
“The supplies are running out too fast, food, water, and incense. The night is too long.”
“Gascoigne and I are spending most of our time looking for supplies. The time was getting longer and longer, and it was almost impossible for the two of them to go out alternately."
"God knows how this happened."
The old hunter's eyes were confused and confused.
He still hadn't woken up from the chaotic time of this hunting night, he just thought it was still 'one night'.
Under the power of those superiors and ancient gods to extend this hunting night, they completely ignored all the abnormalities and ailments logically.
Lan En didn’t say anything, just patted Henrik on the shoulder.
I took out a lot of things from my alchemy leather bag and gave them to him.
While taking it, Henryk tilted his head towards Maria, who was already vaguely awake.
"Then what's going on? Is it really Ms. Maria? She has obviously been dead for a long time!"
"She is indeed Maria, but how do you say it?" At this point, Lan En looked helpless. , "Even if I say it, you won't understand. In short, I have pulled them out of the nightmare of death."
If the conversation partner is a sober hunter, then how can this be explained? It's easy to get up.
But Henryk is not 'sane', he is just an old hunter who is still alive on this hunting night because he is too strong and was helped by Lan En. .
Sometimes, being strong or not is not the essential difference.
Just like Henrik and Simon.
As an old hunter, his experience and skills are so strong that he can hardly make mistakes, but he completely fails to realize the real situation now.
A man can be chased to death, but he can travel between dreams, and he also has some understanding of the current situation in Yanan.
"Is it very complicated?" Henryk's mask moved, as if he pursed his lips under the mask.
But in the end, the old hunter just sighed and shook his head.
"If you can't say it, you can't say it."
"On this night of hunting, things that are so bizarre and terrifying that they cannot be said are no longer rare. Hey, what does the resurrection of the dead mean?"
(End of this chapter)