My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 9 Ruth's Notes

Jules grabbed Ruth and quickly moved through the crowd.

With the help of Ruth's long skirt, he also successfully concealed the abnormality that happened to Ruth.

Because there was a delay in the transmission of Carl's orders, he had a smooth journey and only a few people realized it later.

He stopped at a fork in the road and said in a deep voice:
"Left or right?"

"Right..." Ruth looked extremely distressed when she said this, as if worms were about to crawl out of her head.

"Ruth, hold on a little longer, we're almost there." Jules gently comforted Ruth.

His destination was where Ruth lived.

According to Ruth's own account, there was something left there from her "lifetime".

However, Ruth's memory seemed to have been tampered with and she could not remember anything at all.

"It's right in front..."

As time went by, Ruth became weaker and weaker, even to the point of being on the verge of death.

At this time, she was curled up in Jules' arms, being carried by him like a princess.

"Don't worry, I will make sure they get the punishment they deserve." Jules lowered his head and gently kissed Ruth's forehead.

Sensing Jules' kiss, Ruth suddenly smiled slightly.

"Thank you……"

The sound was faint, but clearly audible to Le.

He walked towards Ruth's room in silence.

At this moment, the carpet in front of Ruth's door caught his attention.

There were many strange symbols stitched on it with unknown materials, all of which he had never heard of.

However, although he didn't recognize them, he inexplicably had a feeling that these symbols were incomplete.

Jules only took a quick look at the carpet, without studying it too much, and walked straight towards the door.

Suddenly, a cold and hoarse voice sounded:

"Ruth, do you really want to help outsiders?"

Ruth's mother's voice?!

Yule's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt a sense of being close to death as he had last time.

He took out his pistol and looked around, but saw nothing.

My vision gradually became dark and blurry, and my limbs began to become weak.

"...We're going to die from the same move." He could only smile bitterly to himself.

But it’s okay, at least I got a lot of new key information this time.

At this moment, Ruth's voice, so faint it sounded like a whisper, rang out:
"She's in the front right."

Hearing this, Jules was shocked, but he didn't have time to think too much. He struggled to raise his pistol, used his last bit of strength to aim at that direction and pulled the trigger.

boom!
As the old woman screamed, Yule felt that all the shackles on his body were shattered in an instant.

Strength once again filled his limbs and bones, and his vision returned to normal.

Ruth's mother covered the gunshot wound on her chest, her face full of resentment:

"Ruth! I'm your mother! How dare you—"

Jules didn't give the other party time to talk nonsense. He raised his gun and shot Ruth's mother twice.

However, the other party's reaction was unexpectedly fast.

In the instant before he pulled the trigger, Ruth's mother threw herself to the ground, avoiding the bullet.

At the same time, disappear again.

But when he disappeared this time, Yule suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Intuition comes from the senses.

Just when he subconsciously wanted to track down the other party, Ruth's voice suddenly sounded softly:

"Hurry, open the door."

Ruth gave Jules the feeling that she would die at any moment, so he did not dare to delay and hurried into the room.

As soon as he entered, he locked the door of the room tightly and pushed the wooden cabinet next to it to block the door.

He would delay it as long as possible - anyway, at this moment he only believed in the gun in his hand.

Only after blocking the door did Jules have time to look at the layout of the entire room.

The scene before him made him unable to think of any adjectives to describe his feelings for a moment.

If I had to say it, it would be "weird." A hemp rope hung from the ceiling, tied into a tight knot, and underneath it was a kicked-over wooden chair.

The windows were all covered in dark red paint, and strange symbols were drawn on them.

Yule guessed that it should be blood.

On the left and right walls hung a painting that caught his attention - one of them was filled with meaningless dark red paint, distributed in an extremely strange way, making people feel uncomfortable.

The other painting shows ocean waves so deep that they are almost black, and they appear distorted in the painting, like a cup.

But apart from these, everything else is extremely normal, it is basically a girl's exquisite boudoir.

He looked at it for a while, lowered his head, and asked softly:
"Ruth, do you remember what that thing was? Where did you put it?"

At the same time, he noticed that there was a clearly visible mark on Ruth's neck, and it even looked like it was separating.

Jules felt that he seemed to have vaguely touched upon the truth about the Titanic.

After a while, Ruth's response came:

"notes……"

No more words.

She seemed to have fallen into a dream, and all her words sounded like mumbling.

Jules sighed, put Ruth down and began to search.

I don't know what state Ruth is in. Is she a living dead? A zombie? A puppet? A doll?

I have never seen any zombie doll with such rich emotions, just like ordinary people!
Ruth could no longer help him, he had to rely on himself.

His search was clear: anything he could use to take notes.

Just as Yule was rummaging through the door, Karl's roar was heard at the door:

"Even if you ruin the ritual, you won't get out alive!"

Judging from the frequency and amplitude of the door frame vibration, it was obvious that they were already attacking the door, and were quite effective.

Jules gritted his teeth, feeling a little anxious.

However, despite his great anxiety, he gained nothing.

Only then did he discover another characteristic of this room—all the words were wrong.

A London fashion magazine, but its grammar is completely messed up, and the words are incoherent, like the ravings of a mental patient.

The banging sounds behind him were getting louder and louder, and he could even hear the door cracking.

If he can't find it, this opportunity to get the Sixth History Fragment will be wasted, and he will miss out on the biggest gain!

Jules gritted his teeth, turned around and fired a shot at the door, scaring the people outside.

This bought him precious time. Taking this opportunity to catch his breath, he glanced from the door to Ruth and was stunned.

An intuition called death surged into his heart.

"…Ruth?"

I called softly, but there was no response.

Yule felt his heart skip a beat.

That quirky girl who longed for freedom and helped him out of trouble not long ago, is dead?

Although he was not afraid of death and did not think there was anything wrong with killing people in this "copy", at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of loss.

This was the first time that his emotions fluctuated violently in this fragment.

At this moment, the progress prompt suddenly sounded:
[Hidden Elements Collection: Ruth's Notes]

[Current Secret History Integration Degree: 40%]

What happened? How did the collection complete?

Yule was a little confused, but the situation did not allow him to continue exploring - with a loud bang, the door was instantly knocked open!
His eyes tightened, and without hesitation, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the door.

boom!
Two almost overlapping gunshots rang out, and Jules fell to the ground, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

At the last moment, he saw that Carl's heart was stained with blood, but he squatted down as if nothing had happened, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Low class, this unblessed firearm is not lethal enough to me - beg for mercy, and I will spare your life."

Jules could see that the other party just wanted to see him wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

But he refused to let Carl have his way.

Facing Karl's ridicule, he simply raised his head with difficulty, a strange smile on his face:
"Next time I'll make you die..."

After saying this, he died in a dashing manner, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

(End of this chapter)