Chapter 234 Hatred

On the carriage, Camus took out the bloody notebook and read it carefully. Sufina saw the bloody notebook and wanted to read it. When she thought of Shu Locke's gloomy face, she immediately retracted her thoughts. She was not an extraordinary person, and she It's not that she can't afford the Sequence Eight potion, because she knows the consequences of drinking the potion. She doesn't want to experience that kind of life. She wants to get married and have children. The Sequence Eight potion will make her lose the ability to reproduce. , and she had no way to obtain other sequences of potions.

In just three months, I experienced ups and downs in my life. I suffered betrayal, hunger, and rejection. I went from a top ceramics merchant to a beggar that everyone despises, all because of him, that damn new mayor. But I hate Mayor Darcy Licum even more. If it weren't for him, how could I be like this? My children and wife would not have left me, my mother would not have died of illness, and my big house would be gone. I lost everything, and I went from being a top ceramics merchant to a beggar that everyone despised.

Seeing this, Camus immediately remembered the coup. It seemed that the owner of this note was from Darcy Likum's group, and was liquidated afterwards.

Half a month passed like this, I could only eat a little something every day, and the cold wind in the middle of the night tortured my body, until one day I fell ill. I caught a cold. It turned out to be just a small illness, but it Now I am dying. I am lying on the bed and feel weak.

I was so sick for a day, and I woke up in a daze. I was very hungry, and there was a strong burning sensation in my stomach. I knew I was going to die. I hated it so much. Why was this happening? I don't want to die.

Seeing this, Camus cheered up. Maybe the answer lies behind. If according to the description in the note, the owner of this note would starve to death, then how on earth did he survive.

Just when I was about to starve to death, a child broke into my house. I knew that he was also a beggar without parents. His name was Ward. He was so ugly, his face was dirty, and his left hand had no fingers. The clothes were in tatters, with holes everywhere. He saw me and ran to me. He fed me a piece of black bread. For the first time, I felt that I was so grateful to a person, a dirty child. Me, I came back to life because of this piece of bread. I am grateful to him. I swear in my heart that when I return to my peak, I will definitely return to my previous life.

Ward would bring me a small piece of black bread every day. I don’t know where he got it. Five days passed like this. My cold was cured. He was very grateful to him. We became friends. I I would take him to beg, and I began to teach him writing and my previous business experience. Everything was going in a good direction, but Ward disappeared. He had not seen a trace for three days. I just comforted myself that he must be there. What are you busy with? He will definitely come back to me until I see him in a corner. He is dead... The body has been torn apart by wild dogs. If it weren't for his mutilated fingers, I wouldn't be able to recognize him. , I felt that my sky was getting dark again, and I carried the mutilated body back home.

I don’t know how Ward died. Maybe someone else killed him, maybe a wild dog killed him, maybe... I held him like this for three days, until the body stank, and the strong stench reminded me , Ward died. I haven’t eaten for three days. My body told me that I was hungry, but I didn’t feel hungry. I didn’t know what was going on. I looked at the smelly corpse in my arms and cried bitterly. I hate the world, I hate everyone, I hate my wife for cheating on me, I hate Mayor Darcy Licum for making me lose everything, I hate the world, how could Ward die if it weren't for him? I just lay at home holding the body until a voice appeared...

Kamuo's eyes shrank when he saw this. Could this be the reason why Shu Locke was certain that it was an extraordinary event.

Do you hate it? Do you want revenge? you……

Words that were deeply rooted in people's minds made my vague consciousness disappear completely. When I woke up the next day, I found blood on my mouth, and I also found the stumps on the ground. I ate Ward, and in my mind The word came up, I ate Ward, I ate him, and I started vomiting with all my strength, and the voice came again.

"Don't you want to be with him forever?" A voice seemed to be murmuring in Camus' ears. Camus suddenly shrank his eyes and immediately looked sideways. When he looked around, he saw a pale arm lifting Holding a kerosene lamp, standing behind him, his body was shrouded in darkness, and he could only see his pale arms holding the kerosene lamp. Camus suddenly took a breath of cold air and stepped back, while the unknown monster holding the gas lamp It also slowly retreated into the darkness.

"Mr. Camus...Mr. Camus" female voices like loud bells came slowly, and the surrounding darkness slowly receded. Camus opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the carriage, and the books in his hands were even more... After falling to the ground, he suddenly stood up and looked around with a solemn expression.

"Mr. Camus, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Camus was in a bad state, Sufina greeted him caringly.

"It's okay..." Camus said softly. He felt a coldness on his head. This was cold sweat. He had been frightened into a cold sweat just now.

Sufina looked at the pale Kamius in confusion. Just as he was about to reach out to pick up the books on the ground, Kamius grabbed him and turned around in surprise.

"Let me do it." Camus smiled gently, picked up the book and put it aside. He didn't plan to read the book now. He suspected that Xiu Locke had known that there was something wrong with the book, but he didn't remind himself. Recalling Xiu Locke's words, Camus smiled bitterly. He thought that Xiu Locke's words, 'The answer is in the book', might be the reason. Thinking of this, Camus spoke softly.

"Old cunt."

Returning to the address of the special team, Camus followed Xiu Locke back to the office. He looked at the book in Camus's hand and spoke with a smile.

"How is it? Did you find the answer?"

"I found it, I won't bother you." Camus spoke unhappily. He felt that he was played by Xiu Locke this time.

"What do you feel? Do you think that kind of bewitching language can be blocked by ordinary people?" Seeing that Camus was a little angry, Xiu Locke continued to speak.

"We can all be affected, let alone ordinary people." Camus thought for a moment and spoke heavily.

"I have asked someone to monitor the young policeman, but the homeless man needs your help. I'm afraid he will do something bad." Xiu Locke sat back on the stool and spoke in a deep tone.

"What do you mean?" Camus frowned and asked softly.

"I'm afraid they are bewitched by the notes. You know these cultists always like to do something bad."

"Leave it to me, will we be in trouble?" Camus thought for a while and agreed. It was too easy for him to find an ordinary person. He was just a little afraid of the unknown monster with a kerosene lamp.

"He is stage two, not stage seven. Unless you are willing to be bewitched by him, I don't think you are a fool." Hearing this, Xiu Locke showed a surprised expression and a slightly surprised tone.

"Go... Does the homeless man have a name?" Hearing the sarcasm, Camus subconsciously complained, his tone was slightly calmer. As long as nothing happened, it would be fine. He had been scared by these extraordinary events, and it was always right to be careful.

"Knock, knock..." There was a knock at the door. Sophia came in with a document and handed it to Shu Locke. Shu Locke took a look and spoke to Camus.

"Biff York"

"Okay, I know, wait a minute." Hearing the name, Camus took out the mirror. The light around Camus suddenly dimmed, and a distorted magic wave appeared in the whole room. The mirror in Camus's hand gradually became distorted and blurred.

"Great source of nothingness, please tell me the specific location of Biff York."

The picture gradually blurred, and a tall floor-to-ceiling mirror appeared in the mirror. The mirror was filled with cream cakes and fruit cakes. Camus saw the location of the door and immediately closed the connection with the mirror.

"Hulin Street, No. 175."

Hearing the voice, Sophia retracted her surprised eyes and spoke with surprise.

"Mr. Camus, are you a makeup artist?"

Because Camus had just come to the special team and was wearing dark glasses, Sophia didn't know Camus's ability, but to be with Fiona and the others, he must be a very powerful extraordinary person. He thought of many professions, but he never thought that Camus was a makeup artist.

"Go find him quickly, or he'll run away if it's too late." Camus whispered to Sophia, who came to her senses and ran out.

"Where did you see that made you bewitched?" The room fell silent again, and the bored Hugh Locke said indifferently.

"Don't you want to be with him forever?" Camus said this, and Hugh Locke showed his eight teeth when he heard it.

"When I was studying at the church headquarters, I always thought that those who could eat corpses were perverts. Today's incident overturned this conclusion. Can't people eat people? The owner of the notebook ate the little boy. He thought this was a way to be together forever. He was bewitched and committed suicide in the end." Hugh Locke said in a joking tone that cannibalism was normal. Camus nodded expressionlessly, thinking secretly in his heart, could Hugh Locke also be bewitched? Is this what a normal person would say?