PFC Chapter 3162 Detective is dying (3)
Chapter 3162 Detective is dying (3)
Chapter 3162: Detective is about to die (Thirteen)
The group walked downstream along the river bank.
"How does it feel to work in the church, sir?" The main universe Batman stood side by side with Schiller and asked casually.
"Nothing special." Schiller replied: "Most of the work is repetitive and boring, and very little can be called interesting, but solving problems for believers is also very fulfilling."
"I think so," said the main universe Batman. "People always expect God to solve all problems instead of preparing more firewood before winter comes. But if everyone is good at preparing for a rainy day, will God be happy or sad?"
"The answer to this question has long been known." Schiller stretched out his hand, waved it gently and said, "When people fail, they pray for God's mercy, and God encourages them and helps them regain their confidence. When people succeed, they thank God for his gift, and God feels satisfied with it."
“Is God always forgiving?”
"I think so." Schiller smiled and nodded. "The Lord will listen to and accept everything you have. I always believe that."
"What about you, Mr. Hunter?" Schiller looked at the main universe Batman and asked, "Life in the wild should be interesting, right? Have you encountered any danger?"
"Of course, there are many. Last year, I was hiking in the Mongolian grasslands, but the temperature suddenly dropped that year. Before I had time to prepare a shelter, the temperature had dropped to a level that was unsuitable for human survival..."
Batman from the main universe talked about some of his experiences surviving in the wild. Some of them were thrilling, some were very interesting, and he acted like a wilderness survival expert who had been surviving in the wild for many years.
On the other side, Bruce was also chatting with Greedy. Bruce said, "It's hard to imagine that you would leave the prosperity of the big city and come to such a remote place to collect folk songs. Did you come here by plane?"
"There's no airport in this small city." Greedy shook his head and said, "I went to the nearest airport first, then took a suburban bus, and finally caught a ride to the nearest town. But what are you, a psychologist, doing here?"
"I've already told you I'm doing an internship." Bruce shook his head and said, "Do you think I'm willing to come here? I'm from a big city, too. If it weren't for the special cases here, I wouldn't come to this godforsaken place!"
"What bad luck." Greedy sighed and said, "I was planning to take some photos and leave, but I didn't expect to be involved in a weird incident."
"Have you ever encountered any strange things before?" Bruce asked.
Greed shook his head. Bruce smiled and said, "It seems that you have encountered it before. How was it? Was it exciting?"
Greed rolled his eyes and said, "You actually find this kind of event where you could lose your life at any time exciting? You are really a lunatic."
"I'm just curious." Bruce put his arm around Greedy's shoulders and said, "Tell me about it."
After saying that, he turned around to look at Schiller and the main universe Batman who were walking behind him, made a "tsk" sound with his nose, and said, "Are you going to talk about God with those old stubborn people?"
Greedy also looked back at the two people behind him, and behind them were the Clown and the Pale Knight, who were also whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were talking about.
"Okay, but I told you, don't tell anyone." Greedy sighed and said, "It was at the prom. You know, there are always those poor little ones at the prom who don't have a partner and can only be alone."
"You're not that kind of guy," Bruce said. "There are bound to be lots of girls who want to dance with you, just like they always come to me."
"That's not what I'm talking about. Don't interrupt me." Greedy continued, "There was a guy, we all called him Fatty, who suddenly started vomiting in the middle of the dance."
“Is there something wrong with the food?”
"Yes and no, no one poisoned the food."
"Is it because of his own gastrointestinal problems?"
"If he had a stomach problem, why would he be so fat?"
"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me what's going on."
"He particularly likes to eat eggs, and there happened to be hard-boiled eggs at the banquet that day. He took one and peeled it. Guess what happened?"
"Is there a chick in there?"
"That's not so bad, there was a white fleshy worm inside!" Greedy made a disgusted expression and said, "The worm suddenly jumped out of the egg, drilled into his mouth, swallowed his tongue directly, and drilled into his stomach, which made him vomit non-stop."
"This is just a weird incident, it doesn't sound that great." Bruce curled his lips and said, "If it were me, I would chop the bug up right there and then."
"It's not that simple, it's just the beginning," Schiller said. "Everyone thought like you did at the time, that it was just a trick by that guy to get attention, and the party was over, and no one took it seriously."
"and then?"
"Then the situation suddenly got out of control. Everyone started vomiting. First they vomited out food, then gastric juice, and then they started vomiting out organs. Can you imagine? Someone vomited out his entire liver!"
Bruce made a disgusted face and said, "Is this a monster?"
"It should be. The experts of the church suspected that it was the white flesh worm that did it, but when they found the body of the fat boy, the worm had disappeared. No one knows where the worm went."
“Are bugs monsters?”
"Of course not. Monsters are invisible, but people or animals possessed by monsters will mutate. Maybe the monster possessed a small insect, drilled into the egg, and after it developed, it drilled into the body of the little fat boy."
"But how did he make so many people vomit?"
"Monsters have many different abilities. The one we encountered today can also release wind blades, right?" Greedy shrugged and said, "Maybe the monster's ability is to make people vomit."
Bruce's eyes flashed, and he took Greedy a few steps forward quickly, then said, "That's a good story. How did you escape?"
"Of course I didn't go to prom," Greedy said calmly. "I heard that from others."
"That's something you experienced personally?"
"I said I hadn't experienced it, but you insisted that I had. I can only tell you a story I have heard."
"Let me guess what the truth is," Bruce said, "someone did use a prop to play a prank on the fat kid at the prom, and you couldn't stand it, so you killed everyone else."
"You've watched too many movies." Greed said, "Let's not talk about why I would help someone I've never met, how could I possibly kill everyone?"
"Of course you can do it." Bruce said, "Psychoanalysis tells me that you have a big secret in your heart, a secret related to weirdness."
"Who doesn't have secrets?" Greed said, "Don't you have any? It's rude to pry into other people's secrets. You should always keep this in mind."
"What else? Will you kill me? Make me vomit out my liver?"
"What do you want?" Greedy asked after a pause.
"Tell me what's wrong with you."
"Otherwise you will tell others that I have a secret? What evidence do you have? Do you really think this can threaten me?"
"We can make a deal. If you tell me your secret, I can share with you the results of my psychoanalysis. You should also want to know more about our teammates, right?"
"You mean they all have secrets?"
"Like you said, everyone has secrets."
Greedy looked thoughtful. He said, "I don't think their secrets are more important than mine, unless you add yours to the mix."
"Although you may not believe it, I really don't have any secrets."
"Really? You graduated from a prestigious university, but you haven't passed your internship yet, and you were inexplicably assigned a case related to weirdness, so you had to come here."
At this time, the distance between Bruce and Greedy was already quite far from the others, so he stopped, looked at Bruce in the dim light and said.
"Everyone who comes here has a secret. You and I both know this. If you want my secret, you must be sincere. Don't forget that anyone could be a wanderer. Why should I tell my secret to a monster?"
"So, for a high enough price, you can sell your secrets to monsters." Bruce, always a good listener, said, "That proves you're a lunatic."
"Is this the judgment of a professional psychologist?" Greedy and Bruce walked forward again, he crossed his arms, looked at Bruce and said.
"It may or may not be, depending on whether you want to cooperate."
"If I don't cooperate, you'll say I'm a lunatic."
“That’s what a psychiatrist does.”
Greed smiled and said, "You will be a qualified doctor."
"Tell me about it," Bruce said. "You don't have to tell me everything, but I want to know some of the causes and consequences."
"for example?"
"What about the dance you just mentioned?"
"It's just a small matter." Greedy smiled and said, "I'm telling the truth. I'm definitely not lying to you."
"Then maybe the vomiting students have nothing to do with the white bugs that appeared at the prom." Bruce reasoned, "Which one did you do? Or both? Why did you do this?"
"Maybe it's because some annoying guy stole my dance partner?"
"You don't have to be so anxious to portray yourself as a sociopath." Bruce looked at him and said, "I have the basic judgment of a professional psychologist."
Greedy kept staring at his blue eyes, as if he was looking at something through those eyes. After a while, he said, "The monster did possess a worm, and it got into the boiled eggs and into the body of the fat boy. The worm laid many eggs, each of which was a monster. These monsters entered the bodies of other people, causing them to vomit out their internal organs."
"In that case, how about I ask you questions and you answer them?" Bruce said, seeming to lose his patience.
"Okay, what do you want to ask?"
"Is that your prom?"
"……no."
"So why did you go to that prom?"
“There’s something there that interests me.”
"monster?"
"……Yes."
"Did you bring the monster there, or did you take the monster from there?"
"All."
"Can you control monsters?"
"No, I can not."
"So you have some way to restrict monsters?"
"Every monster has its limits."
"You took advantage of this restriction?"
"Yes."
"Using monsters to kill people?"
"That's not the intention."
"Are you prepared?"
“Not prepared.”
"A certain urge?"
“There’s no impulse either.”
"Have you had a moment of reverie?"
"……No!"