Part 2 the faceless man chapter 142 the outsider
This …… in that strange silence, the first thought that flashed back to Derek Berg was to save his life.
However, the two guards who had him sandwiched between them did not respond, as if what had just happened was just a hallucination on his part.
”There’s someone there asking for help.” The teenager Derek reminded the two Knights of the Dawn.
The tall knight walking to his left, wearing silver full body armor, responded calmly and unperturbed:
”Don’t fall for it.”
”That’s just the normal behavior of some Transcendents on the verge of losing control.”
Was it? Maybe he just wasn’t willing to give up on this and lose control and turn into a monster, so he screamed miserably for help …… Derek thought with a slightly saddened feeling.
As his mood changed, the illusory rumbling in his ears became much more pronounced.
Silently taking a few more steps forward, the Knight of the Dawn from earlier pointed to a room door on the left and said:
”You’ll stay here for the time being, we’ll bring food and potions on time.”
As he spoke, he took out an iron-black vial.
This kind of bottle was woven from the remnants of the Silver City’s staple food, the Blackface Grass, which was a straw-like thing, and when it encountered liquids, it would produce a film, thus achieving a waterproof seal.
Derek took the vial of potion and gulped it down, only to feel a refreshing coolness slide through his esophagus and into his stomach pouch.
His entire being quickly became sedated, the shaking scene in front of his eyes resumed its smoothness, and the phantom sounds in his ears gradually weakened.
Clang!
At the sound of the iron door closing and unlocking, Derek entered the room that was his.
The first thing he saw was a candle waving in a dim light, and then he recognized the low bed, the chair, and the square table.
There was nothing else, but the walls around the room, including the door, were painted with intricate and mysterious symbols and markings that seemed to form a complete seal.
Derek’s emotions were also suppressed by the potion, and without a trace of curiosity he sat down and lay down on the bed.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a violent slamming of a door, but it didn’t come from outside his room, it originated next door.
Derek rolled over and sat up, listened intently, and over the sound of the crash heard thin, shrill sobs of grief.
His sweaty hairs shrugged in horror, and his whole body jerked to its feet in a highly defensive stance.
Just then the thud spread to the metal wall separating the two rooms, smashing out bump after slowly deflating bump.
Derek was about to pray for holy light when there was a sudden flash of light, and all of the space he was in seemed to be moved to the outside world, and coincided with a flash of lightning.
The sound of the smashing wall next door died down, and silence returned to the base of the round tower.
It wasn’t absolute silence, but a silence in which the sound of light footsteps could swing a long way and reverberate for a long time.
Derek was speculating about what had happened to the extraordinary person next door when the metal wall on the other side was knocked again.
Duk-duk-duk!
It was as if someone there had flexed their fingers and tapped gently.
”Who?” Derek asked, drawing up his voice in a slightly alarmed manner.
The tapping stopped instantly, and after a few seconds, a deep but rather old voice came blurring through:
”So it’s a little guy who’s not too old.”
”And you are?” Seeing that the other man could communicate sensibly, Derek leaned closer to the wall and pressed his ear against the cold metal.
The pale voice chuckled:
”The one next to you nearly lost control several times, and finally couldn’t be saved today.”
He completely lost control? Derek asked through the metal wall:
”So he’s a monster now?”
”No, not a monster, a dead body, he has been resolved by the item that sealed this place.” The pale voice sighed, “I’ve been here for forty-two years, well that’s what the guards told me, and have seen far too many similar things.”
Derek asked rhetorically, rather taken aback:
”You’ve been here for forty-two years?”
Normally speaking, loss of control can be divided into three stages, one is the appearance of precursors, such as hallucinations and visions, the second is that the body and spirit have become somewhat uncontrollable, and from time to time, they will display either a terrifying or bizarre state, and the third is a complete collapse, metamorphosing into a horrifying monster.
Among them, going from the second stage to the third stage is quite fast, and one might just make a discovery and witness a seemingly normal extraordinary person turn into a monster in the depths of darkness.
In other words, after being sent to the bottom of the round tower, an extraordinary person in the second stage would either be slowly stabilized by potions, rituals, and other methods of healing, leaving this place within a year and a half, or would soon step out of control and be purged and purified, making it unlikely that anyone would be locked up here for forty-two years.
And the extraordinary people who are in the first stage, maybe only need a few days, ten days, can eliminate the precursor, healing to leave.
The pale voice laughed at once:
”Yeah, I didn’t think I would be here for forty-two years either.”
”I don’t have any signs of losing control, yet they think I’m quite dangerous and could turn into a monster at any time.”
Derek asked curiously with a slight frown:
”What exactly happened forty-two years ago?”
At that time, neither of his parents had been born yet.
The pale voice said in silence for a moment:
”I was once the captain of an exploration squad.”
”We found a destroyed city half a month away from Silver City, heck, that’s at our speed.”
”That city was similar to our Silver City, with obvious signs that giants had ruled and believed in the Lord who created everything, the all-knowing God.”
”Unfortunately, they were destroyed, destroyed an unknown number of years ago.”
Derek, no stranger to similar things, guessed at once:
”Something weird happened to you guys there, and that’s why you were thought to be out of control at any moment?”
”Pretty much.” The pale voice gave a heave, “After we explored the core area, we found that the city was trying to proselytize, shaping some gods that they imagined could save them, however, it didn’t help, even the statues of those gods were destroyed and spilled all over the place.”
As he said this, his tone suddenly became pensive:
”But, however, we met someone there.”
”It was the first living person we met in Silver City in over two thousand years that didn’t belong to our city-state!”
”Beyond Silver City, in the depths of that endless darkness, there really is someone alive!”
Derek asked subconsciously:
”You brought him back to Silver City?”
The pale voice spoke after a two-second interval:
”Don’t you feel the shock?”
”We in Silver City have explored our surroundings hard to find humans like us, and we finally found one forty-two years ago!”
This is indeed quite shocking news, but I’ve often seen Miss Justice and Mr. Hangman, and I’ve often heard about the Kingdom of Ruen and the Seven Righteous Gods, and there are still people, city-states, and kingdoms outside of Silver City, isn’t it very obvious? Facts? Derek scratched his head and feigned a shocked tone with little experience:
”I-I didn’t notice that just now.”
”It is indeed incredible that someone other than the residents of Silver City exists!”
”……” The pale voice was silent for a while before saying, “Has education in Silver City become so bad?”
Without waiting for Derek to speak, he sighed and said to himself:
”We invited the man to come to Silver City as a guest in a very guarded manner, and after considering it, he agreed.”
”We watched and escorted him back along the road, but, near Silver City, he suddenly disappeared ……”
”We searched all around and couldn’t find him, and upon returning to Silver City, my team members, one by one, went crazy and out of control, all of them! ALL!”
”The Council of Six suspected that we were all tainted by something, suspected that the man wasn’t human at all, but an evil spirit, a monster, and so, locked me up, coming every so often to make sure of my status, without ever telling me what the problem was, or letting me out.”
Derek exhaled heavily:
”Do you remember what that man looked like?”
”…… He was ordinary looking, without any features, and dressed similarly to us, I can’t recall what he looked like at all other than remembering that he was male. …… However, the Elders should be able to use transcendent means to directly see him from my fuzzy forgotten memories to see him.” The pale voice recalled for a few dozen seconds, slightly pained.
Derek casually followed up:
”And did he say what his name was? Did he communicate to you where he came from?”
The pale voice gave a “hmmm”:
”He told us his name was ……”
He paused:
”Amon.”
……
Sunday morning, the factory district.
In the previous two days, Klein and Mike had “toured” a number of places in the East End under the guidance of Kohler Sr.
As a result, Mike had seen five or six people crammed into a room, and that wasn’t even the worst of it.
In the poorest places in the East End, an average bedroom can sleep ten people, and the precise division of ownership of the floor, daytime use, and nighttime use amazed Mr. Reporter.
Moreover, poverty does not discriminate between men and women, and those places, where people of different sexes can hardly avoid being crowded together, where certain footings abound in the courts, and where both men, and women, are under constant threat of violence.
”…… Filthy, crowded, and foul-smelling, that’s the most intuitive impression …… I suspect that every one of them has a serious case of parasites …… in the most dilapidated neighborhoods, where feces, urine, vomit, etc., are everywhere because the houses were built so long ago without special access to the sewers, there is only one public lavatory per house, or, one public toilet per street ……”
”They work every day to the point of extreme exhaustion, but they can barely fill their stomachs and have no savings, and with just a few days of unemployment they will fall into an abyss from which it will be difficult to save themselves …… I don’t think they would even be afraid of death, if only they were given a little bit of hope… …” wrote Mike in his own manuscript of the investigation.
In addition, the homeless people who were driven away in the middle of the night and wandered the streets like living corpses, the women who stood numbly on the street or in the bars, as well as the alcoholics who indulged in heavy drinking and did not mince words about violence, who did not want to think about the future at all, all left an extremely deep impression on this reporter.
He was getting silent.