Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 563 Monsters and the Dead

"We should withdraw from ETA."

"Yes, Eta."

After regaining their senses, the people in the group urged Eta on.

"Whoever that person is, she did us a huge favor."

"Let's go."

"The explosion will attract other wild animals in the forest."

...

"No, it won't."

However, Eta shook her head.

"She timed it perfectly, using thunder to cover up the sound of the explosion... I have to go check, maybe she's still alive."

...

Ignoring everyone's attempts to stop her, Eta went straight to the depths of the mountain ravine.

Logically speaking, if the explosion shattered even the Bloodseekers, a human body would certainly not be able to withstand it, but Eta actually found that person in the ravine.

"She's still alive, she's just unconscious."

Without asking anyone else's opinion, Eta took the stranger back to the shelter.

……

Dozens of hours later.

refuge..

Amidst intense pain emanating from all over her body, and the long-lost warmth and dryness, Etta opened her eyes to find herself lying in a small wooden cabin.

After the bandages that had been soaked by the rain were removed, new bandages were put on and the wounds were re-treated. All her belongings were neatly arranged on the bedside table, including her pistol, medicine, and those brown sealed glass bottles.

Emma propped herself up on the bed frame and sat up.

She noticed a person sitting on the windowsill of the cabin, holding a map he had brought from the clinic in the city and Dr. Gail's letter.

After confirming that the person in front of her did not seem to be hostile, Emma quickly checked her belongings.

The woman sitting on the windowsill didn't speak at first, but after a long silence, she picked up the letter and asked Emma, ​​"So... he must be dead, right?"

Emma didn't understand why this person cared so much about Dr. Gail's letter. She continued to carefully organize her things and nodded, "Hmm."

"Ha... what am I thinking? How could there possibly be any men still alive in the city?" The other person rubbed his temples and gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh.

This time, it was Emma who took the initiative to ask, "Do you know Mr. Gale?"

The woman paused for a moment, then said, "I am Eta Doyle."

Emma suddenly realized.

The letter mentioned Dr. Gail's wife and children who died overseas, and the wife's name was Eta.

It seems that Gail ended her life too hastily.

Perhaps there was a mistake in the message being transmitted; in any case, his wife and children were not dead.

...

After putting all her belongings back into her coat, Emma paused briefly and then said to the woman sitting on the windowsill:

"He took his own life, if saying that makes you feel any better."

As he spoke, he placed the pistol he had brought from the clinic on the table.

...

Eta paused blinking for about six or seven seconds.

Because she had never seen anyone offer comfort to another in this way before, she was momentarily confused as to whether the little girl in front of her was being sarcastic or genuinely didn't know how to express regret. But then, Etta understood.

Although she had never set foot in the city, she had long since accepted the fact that Gail was dead.

She smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"Perhaps ending my own life is indeed a good choice, compared to the ways other men in Nanwei City die..."

Seeing that the other person didn't seem inclined to take her deceased husband's pistol back, Emma reached for the gun again and tucked it into her waistband. Then, puzzled, she asked:

"Why emphasize other men?... Didn't everyone die from the plague?"

At least that's what Dr. Gale's letter says.

...

“Plague…who knows.” Eta shook her head. “Probably because there are no other words to describe it. When the calamity began, some people saw terrible monsters emerging from the riverbed, and demons with countless dead faces crawling out of the graveyard…” Eta shrugged, whether because of the cold air outside the window or something else.

"Is someone there?" Emma sat back down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s me, I’ve seen you.” Eta turned around and looked over.

Although she was smiling, the dim light was insufficient to reveal her full face and expression, but it made her eyes, which were completely filled with fear and confusion, exceptionally clear.

"They all called it a plague, but what they saw was a colossal creature injecting poison into fleeing citizens with its thorns, turning them into living corpses. These poor people had just escaped from another hell; they had evaded the pursuit of the green undead, but they still couldn't survive..."

...

They inject toxins into living people with thorns, turning them into living corpses.

Emma was very familiar with the methods of some evil being.

On the day of the incident at the Confession Wharf, she was the only person besides Yan who voluntarily escaped from the dream-induced illusion of Geraki.

Does this mean the world couldn't get through the Confession Pier incident smoothly?
Can…

"And what is a green-clad dead person...?"

This was something Emma had never heard of before.

"No one knows what it is. It comes from the graveyard and drags all the men it sees into hell. Those men are then subjected to a far more cruel ritual where every sharp object it can find is driven into their bodies, and they are not allowed to die easily..."

Although Etta tried her best to control her voice, there was still a slight tremor in it: "So I said, Gale's suicide was actually a good choice."

Although Eta's description is somewhat vague.

But at least Emma was certain of one thing: she had never come into contact with or understood this so-called green dead.

Perhaps the woman in front of me is crazy?

who knows……

...

"Then why...don't you leave here?" Emma asked tentatively.

"Leave here?" The other person looked at Emma blankly.

For some reason, Emma always felt a chill when Etta stared at her with that bewildered look for a long time.

Etta's tone, her expression, and her eyes seemed to suggest that her question, "Leave here?" did not mean "How do I leave?" or "Where will I go after I leave?"

Rather, the concept of "leaving" simply didn't exist in her mind.

It's as if you've made a suggestion that's beyond the other person's comprehension.

But isn't leaving this dangerous place the natural thought of any normal person?
...

Seeing Etta's bewildered expression, Emma slowly frowned.

Etta remained silent, staring intently at Emma with a bewildered look, waiting for her to provide an answer.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the cabin seemed to have become even colder and damper than outside. The warmth and dryness that Emma could feel just a few minutes ago had completely disappeared.

(End of this chapter)