Chapter 64: Chapter 64: The Script Written by the Devil
Chapter 64: The Script Written by the Devil
Am I the only one left?
Instructor Frolen, holding a kerosene lamp, stood alone in a daze for a moment before carefully carrying the lamp back in the direction he had come from.
As he was about to leave, he glanced at the living corpse. In the dim yellow light, the corpse's complexion became even paler, more ghastly.
Looking closely, one could see that the eyes of the living corpse were as black as a piece of sinister black crystal, forming a stark contrast with its pale face.
Shivering, he hurriedly quickened his pace to leave.
Arriving at the secret door of the basement, the living corpse left there couldn't detect his presence due to the darkness.
When the light from the kerosene lamp shone on him, Instructor Frolen's heart skipped a beat, his face turned deathly pale, and he nearly collapsed on the spot from fright.
Fortunately, he remembered that someone had stayed behind to guard the door, looking just like this.
Why couldn't they say a word?
Did they have to be so frightening?
Instructor Frolen swallowed hard, his face filled with fear, feeling utterly speechless inside.
The four people who had come with him tonight were like ice sculptures, not uttering a single word.
He tried to communicate with them, but they simply ignored him, staring straight at him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Instructor Frolen shrank back, gripping the kerosene lamp tightly, not lingering there any longer as he needed to go out and call for reinforcements.
Although Mr. Hastur hadn't instructed him to do so, he felt it necessary to ask the police for help.
After leaving the bell tower, Instructor Frolen ran all the way to the room where the two policemen lived and knocked on the door.
As for the others, he didn't trust any of them now, especially Dean Bard.
The two policemen were quickly awakened by Instructor Frolen's knocking and opened the door.
Instructor Frolen quickly summarized the events that had just occurred. He only mentioned that there was another secret room in the basement's secret passage and that there was a very frightening monster inside, without mentioning the unusual behavior of Hastur and Marich tonight.
The two policemen listened intently and then followed Instructor Frolen to the bell tower, entered the basement, reached the secret passage, and indeed found an empty secret room.
The three men, each holding a lamp, entered the secret room one after another. Instructor Frolen curiously scanned the room but did not find the person who had been guarding it before.
The dim kerosene lamp could hardly illuminate the pitch-black secret room, barely dispelling the darkness within a three-meter radius.
As they delved deeper, the sound of sword blades slicing through the air began to echo, and the two policemen drew their pistols, cautiously moving forward.
Vaguely, a small cluster of dim yellow light from a kerosene lamp appeared ahead, the source of the sound of the sword blades.
It was Mr. Hastur!
Approaching closer, Instructor Frolen, aided by the light, barely made out Hastur's figure and called out excitedly, signaling to the two policemen not to shoot recklessly to avoid accidental injury.
In the dim light, with each frosty slash of the blade, a head would fall to the ground.
One of the heads rolled towards the three men; it was a child's head, covered in blood, eyes wide open, teeth bared, a horrifying sight.
The two policemen were startled and quickly raised their pistols, aiming at Hastur, who was continuously swinging his sword, and shouted:
"Baron Campbell, please stop your absurd actions, or we will have to shoot!"
"You better not come too close for now."
Hastur calmly responded, then moved aside, placing the kerosene lamp in front to allow Instructor Frolen and the others to see clearly.
They saw a beast of indeterminate species, now lying on the ground, its body adorned with the heads of children. A large gash had been torn open in its abdomen, blood pouring out, and its body was covered in sword wounds.
It was not yet completely dead, still gasping for breath. With each sword stroke that Hastur used to sever a child's head, the beast's body would tremble slightly, emitting a very weak wail.
"This, this¦"
The two young policemen were terrified by this sight. Although Instructor Frolen had repeatedly emphasized to them that there was a terrible monster in the secret room, they were nervous but not very afraid.
They had assumed it was just a wild beast, something their pistols could handle.
But they had never encountered such an unimaginable monster before.
Just looking at the pile of heads on the monster's body made their skin crawl.
It was hard to imagine that Baron Campbell, this young nobleman, had the courage to stand here, expressionless, and execute the monster with sword stroke after sword stroke!
When all the children's heads on the monster's body were severed, it lost its last bit of life.
Is it over?
The two policemen exchanged glances, both shivering.
On the other side, Instructor Frolen had already approached Hastur and asked in a low voice, "What about Mr. Marich?"
"He's fine; he just doesn't like seeing too many strangers."
"Oh." Instructor Frolen nodded, letting go of his concern. He hadn't seen Mr. Marich and thought he had been eaten by the terrible monster.
After a moment of silence, Instructor Frolen asked again, "Did you find the teacher?"
Hastur calmly replied, "No, but he should be fine."
"??"
Instructor Frolen's face showed confusion. He wanted to know how Hastur had come to this conclusion or if he was just trying to comfort him.
"This monster doesn't like to eat adults; it only likes children."
"But what if someone else wanted to harm the teacher…"
Instructor Frolen thought of another possibility, and Hastur glanced at him, "Then you better be prepared to lose a teacher."
Hastur didn't talk with Instructor Frolen for too long. He went over to instruct the two policemen to report what had happened here and asked them to call for the clergy of the Church of the everNight Goddess to come and soothe the restless souls of the dead.
The next day, just as dawn broke, a group of policemen hurriedly arrived with five clergy members of the Church of the everNight Goddess.
Before the large group of policemen could turn the entire charity house upside down, Professor Wayne appeared with Deputy Dean Bard.
Instructor Frolen was very happy to greet them, while Hastur sighed, his face not showing too much happiness.
Professor Wayne was still alive, which was naturally a happy event, but he had been with Deputy Dean Bard the whole time.
If he wasn't mistaken, this time Professor Wayne had truly been in danger, a life-and-death crisis, and at the critical moment, it must have been Deputy Dean Bard who appeared like a godsend to save Professor Wayne.
After that, everything fell into place.
The secret room was discovered, the monster was executed, and the cause of the children's deaths could be attributed to the already deceased Dean Darn.
Because Dean Darn had died, no one could control the monster, leading to the events of last night.
Having saved Professor Wayne and possessing an alibi and no motive, Deputy Dean Bard could naturally take this opportunity to clear all ties.
Thus, all the hidden landmines in the charity house were removed, and the future would usher in a new era under Dean Bard.
It was a fairly good script.
Yes, it was just a script, one that had been arranged by someone.
As Hastur pondered, Bard and Professor Wayne looked over.
One curious, one embarrassed.
"Hastur, you are indeed my most proud student, always able to use your courage and wisdom to solve all problems in times of crisis."
Professor Wayne came over with a smile, wanting to give Hastur a warm hug, but Hastur stopped him with a hand.
"Professor Wayne, as a teacher, you've disappeared twice in the same place. How can you set a good example for us students? Don't you know that such reckless behavior can cause others to worry?"
"…"
Professor Wayne's face showed an embarrassed and ashamed expression. Before he could say anything, Hastur stepped forward, hugged Professor Wayne gently, and said with a wink, "Welcome back, my teacher."
Instructor Frolen couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Professor Wayne's face also showed a helpless bitter smile, while Bard withdrew his gaze.
The subsequent events developed just as Hastur had predicted.
The deceased Dean Darn took on all the blame for this heinous case.
Hastur had no comment on this and left the charity house with Professor Wayne and Instructor Frolen under Bard's watchful eye.
That night, a letter of accusation was delivered to the Church of the everNight Goddess.
"What do you think of this letter of accusation?"
"Using children as sacrifices to feed an evil monster certainly fits the behavior of a demon. I think we should investigate."
"I heard from church members in the dock area that Sunrise Charity House has indeed experienced the events described in this letter recently, so its authenticity can be assured."
"Such deep concealment, truly worthy of a cunning demon!"
"Leave it to the night watchers to handle. Act quickly, set out tonight, and bring the sealing items if necessary."
"Did you find out who wrote this letter of accusation?"
"Yes, Hastur Campbell, a young and promising baron."
Sunrise Charity House, Bard stood on the third floor, gazing towards the bell tower, a sneer forming on his lips.A bunch of fools, they never considered that with Darn's pig-headed intelligence, how could he possibly orchestrate so much under the radar in the charity house.
Professor Wayne was also a good man, always appearing in the charity house when most needed, allowing himself to escape safely with Wayne's help.
His strong sense of justice helped a demon escape judgment. How would he react when he learns the truth? Would he collapse on the spot?
Bard was quite satisfied with the script he had concocted. A real demon should be as cunning and profound as himself.
For some reason, at this moment, the image of that young baron came to mind.
He hadn't sensed any danger from him, but he always felt there was something odd about him.
"Am I overthinking it?"
Bard muttered to himself, looking into the night. Suddenly, his eyelids twitched wildly, his entire being felt as if struck by lightning, his brain itched crazily, and an unprecedented sense of danger overwhelmed him!
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped from the third floor, ready to abandon the identity of the new dean of the charity house and leave this place for good!
A crackling sound.
It seemed like something had shattered.
Bard saw himself still standing on the third floor, his face turned pale, "Nightmare, the night watchers of the Church of the everNight! Goddess"
Damn it!
Where had he slipped up?
He had no time to ponder this, as he was already surrounded.
At night, Hastur looked towards the direction of the Sunrise Charity House in the dock area and murmured, "I've written a script for you too, which should be enough to put an end to this story."
(End of Chapter)
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