"gentlemen?"

Luke turned his head suddenly, his eyes burning: "Shh..."

"Be quiet, child."

"listen…"

He showed the boy his pierced "organ" that was not really an ear, and put his open palm against his face: "Listen..."

listen…

What to listen to?

“He’s telling me what to do.”

"W-what how sir?"

Glenn liked his nonsense so much. As long as he could delay it for eight minutes and they woke up... at least it wouldn't be his responsibility.

"Shhh—I'm listening to His instructions."

The barrister held his breath with a serious look on his face, nodding and smiling from time to time - countless black threads emerged from his skin, and the boy even heard the sound of a few threads breaking due to his smile...

The hand that held the porcelain vase began to sweat.

"I see…"

"Your love is like the deep and bottomless galaxy..."

The next moment, he was like a frightened herbivore, smashing the porcelain bottle, and a sharp cry came out of the male's throat!

Luke Marshall, Attorney.

He knelt before the bed.

One by one...

He began to tear at the threads on his body.

Chapter38 "d"...?

Who is in the dream?

Could it be me?

Two minutes later, Glenn began to think so.

——Luke Marshall, a mad man. He knelt in front of the bed, twisting his fingers delicately, lightly and flexibly plucking the threads on his face, tearing them off one by one: some flesh and tissues that Glenn couldn't name were brought out of the skin by the black threads.

He finally saw the structure of the thread.

Like a barbed fishhook.

Every time a penis was pulled out, the sound that was not harsh but could make one's whole body shiver filled every corner of the room. Mr. Luke seemed to feel no pain at all, and his expression was serious and pious. Or, Glenn guessed that it would be more accurate to describe it as "obsessed."

He pulled gently, and soon the floor was soaked in red; black threads fell to the ground, tangled together like living things, and became thicker and thicker. The room was more stuffy than before, but the air was good.

The light is very dim.

But Glenn saw everything abnormally clearly.

He didn't like the stench of human flesh, but soon, Glenn couldn't smell it anymore. The smell circled in front of his nostrils, and when it went in again, his brain reminded the boy: You might like this smell.

The smell of roast beef.

Besides, didn’t the seasoning spill on the floor?

Crunch...

The threads buried in the body grew vigorously; the threads pulled out of the body became tangled and twisted; when Luke Marshall once again pulled out the long black threads from his body, his vital signs began to weaken: his internal organs were cut into pieces, but only blood flowed out from the small holes in his abdomen like a blood sieve; his scalp, brain, and eye nerves were cut off, but still only tissue fluid and cerebrospinal fluid seeped out from the densely packed small holes, like a shower head.

He talked faster and faster, and the feast was finally coming to an end:

The highest peak!

Snapped!

The thread broke.

thump…

The figure fell to the ground.

In the sight of the boy, who was already beginning to feel dizzy, the threads that had merged outside the body coiled like snakes and gently wrapped around Luke Marshall's body.

suck.

He heard a gulp of swallowing...

One minute? Or... two minutes?

There was no Luke Marshall in the room, in the world, anymore.

The threads lay on the floor, forming an English letter.

「d」

Glenn was panting heavily, not wanting to get close to the 'snake' at all. He picked up a piece of broken porcelain and held it in front of his chest, and said to it from a distance: 'If you dare to come over, I will kill you with the weapon in my hand and eat you -'

Eat you...

The smell of grilled steak...

Looking closely, the snake seemed to have grown eyeballs in a very short time: it made a sound that Glenn had never heard before - in fact, no one in the world had ever heard such a beautiful and moving sound.

The first cry of life.

When you open your mouth, He is present.

'Glenn.'

Who is calling me?

'Glenn...'

"d"...

I remember that.

"Mr. Glenn?"

The figure swayed in his blurry vision, like a hand waving in front of his eyes. Glenn rubbed his eyes in confusion.

Caroline, the owner of this manor.

"You are almost dying of sleep, go to bed."

Caroline had her blonde hair tied up and was wearing a light purple pajamas and slippers.

The candlestick in his hand moves closer.

"Glenn?"

The boy licked his lips subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that Miss Caroline was much more beautiful than Nancy. Gentle eyes, slender white neck, graceful figure, and... beautiful voice.

"I'm fine, Miss Caroline..." Glenn took a deep breath and exhaled: "I, I may be dreaming, or I may not, Caroline, you have to be prepared."

The blonde woman was confused. "What preparation? What... mental preparation?"

Glenn pointed behind Caroline.

The knot was gone.

The ground is deep red.

"Mr. Luke." Glenn knew that what had just happened would be hard for 'normal people' to believe, but facts were facts, and he had to make the most sincere gesture to gain the trust of the woman in front of him, otherwise - after Rod, he would also have to go to the police station.

"Just now, a minute ago."

"Mr. Luke Marshall is right in front of me..."

Glenn spoke with difficulty: "...eaten by a ball of string."

"I know this sounds hard to believe but..."

Glenn said as he observed Caroline's expression.

she…

She didn't seem surprised at all?

Caroline held the candle in her hand and raised it in the boy's direction - to illuminate his face and his eyes.

The woman stared at him for a moment.

Laughed.

"I see. He's always faster than me."

"Excuse me...what did you say?" Glenn couldn't believe what he heard: "Caroline, I said: Mr. Luke is dead."

"He's dead, you understand?"

Caroline rolled her eyes at him: "I heard you, kid. All humans are mortal. You will die, I will die too - who won't die?" The woman put away the candlestick, turned around, and came to the crimson area.

Kneel down.

"Miss Caroline!"

Glenn was really afraid that this woman was like Luke.

Then he would really go crazy.

"Shh..." Caroline turned her head and glared at him, then put down the candlestick and leaned over, pressing her cheek against the place where Luke Marshall was being devoured.

Her expression was as gentle as if she were in the arms of her lover...

'Luke...'

"Jasfi..."

'you…'

The thin voice suddenly became louder.

"How could you be so shameless--!"

The candlestick was nearly knocked over.

The woman straightened up and waved her hands with a ferocious look on her face: "It's a mission assigned to me! It's mine! Mine... mine... mine... mine... mine... mine... mine... mine... mine... mine... mine... mine..."

Crazy, crazy.

Glenn stood up tremblingly, palm up, and took the thread from the table next to him.

'Caroline is crazy...'

The snake-like black line, covered with barbs, slid across the boy's palm and into his arm.

'You are right.'

"Alas," Glenn listened for a while, "She was too calculating, so she fell into madness. Mr. Luke arrived earlier and in a sober state because he had a more determined desire for knowledge."

'What did you say?'

'…I understand. I am different from both of them. I am younger and wiser.'

Glenn stared at the angry woman and saw her take out a thick blanket from the closet and spread it on the floor to cover the bloodstains. Then, she turned around, picked up the candlestick, and glared at him fiercely.

"Glenn."

"Caroline."

Glenn pursed his dry lips and said, "I saw it, but I can't tell you."

「d」

Can't tell you, Carolyn.

That is what I see, hear, and feel.

About life, about how to rearrange our lives.