Don't Want to Know

A bizarre pellet mixed with blood and pitch-black liquid was forcefully shoved into Luther's mouth by the corpse-revived Sirius.

Viscous, fishy, icy, and slick. The pellet instantly transformed into a stream of liquid upon entering his mouth, wriggling swiftly like a living creature and drilling down the throat into the depths of the stomach.

"Ugh!"

Luther widened his eyes.

He did not even know where the strength came from, shoving aside the now-motionless Sirius, then kneeling on the ground and beginning to frantically claw at the back of his throat with his fingers.

Regardless of what this old man had fed him, it was definitely nothing good!

"Cough, cough! Out! Cough, cough!"

Yet no matter how hard Luther clawed at his throat, that icy sensation refused to be vomited out; instead, it burst open directly within his stomach. It broke through the limits of the stomach wall, spreading and eroding through his limbs and bones until the extremities of his body, until every single cell was filled with its influence.

Luther's hands and feet began to twitch involuntarily, and the world before his eyes gradually plunged into dimness. Countless rustling whispers echoed all around, as if dense, malicious eyes had opened in the darkness, prying and coveting his flesh and blood.

And in the deepest, farthest reaches of the darkness, an entity was watching Luther.

It was a giant, that upside-down giant!

Fallen and mad babbling sounded in response, and the other prying gazes seemed frightened, instantly shrinking back, leaving only him and the giant to stare at each other in the endless darkness.

"Ah!"

Veins suddenly bulged on Luther's forehead. Pain, along with something transcending pain that did not originally belong to him, was poured into his mind. He felt something, he knew something!

"I don't want to know, I don't want to know!"

He shouted, yet those things still poured endlessly into his mind, twisting his cognition and dragging him into the deeper, further reaches of the darkness.

Depravity, darkness?

No, it was that entity; He was right, but He was crazy!

Upside down?

No, the world was turned upside down!

The babbling echoed incessantly, and Luther felt his consciousness dissolving, as if about to completely melt into the darkness and become a part of that giant.

Right at that moment, he heard the sound of illusory tides once again.

Immediately, an illusory and damp sensation came from the soles of his feet, rapidly spreading across his entire body. It was as if an ocean had suddenly appeared in the unseen darkness, and surging waves were beating against him.

Luther's body was quickly submerged. He felt no suffocating pain; instead, the seawater isolated the giant's gaze and the lingering whispers. He felt safe, and the spreading "influence" within his body also subsided, obediently fusing into every last one of his cells...

The darkness dissipated, and Luther found his consciousness drifting above the room. His own body lay on the floor, and Cecilia at the side was anxiously shaking him, calling out something with her mouth.

"Luther! Luther!"

Luther heard his sister calling his name, so his consciousness suddenly sank, returning to his body.

"Ugh!"

He woke up with a start.

"Luther, you're finally awake. Are you alright?!"

Cecilia inquired with concern.

"I'm fine."

Luther sat up, shook his head, and patted his sister's shoulder to pacify her emotions.

Looking around, two dumbfounded police officers stood behind his sister. They looked at the tumor-ridden, battered Sirius with expressions as bizarre as if they had seen a ghost.

"You... you stay right here and don't move!"

The slightly older sergeant nervously ordered, arranging his subordinate—a small, bitter-looking cop—to stay behind, while he himself hurried away in a panic.

Luther took a deep breath and stood up with his sister's support.

His head still hurt badly, as if tightly gripped by a powerful hand, and his ears kept buzzing, interspersed with whispers. The things his eyes saw were also extremely strange, with colors vividly bright yet overlapping layer upon layer. He saw the young cop's face as pale as a corpse, yet his police uniform was as black as coal; he saw his sister's eyes as blue as a lake, shining with a charming luster.

He also saw that Sirius's corpse exuded ominous black Qi, and every single tumor had grown a bloody mouth, wantonly praying to something.

Holy shit!

Luther was shaken with fright, but when he looked up, he found that both his sister and the young cop had no reaction to the corpse's abnormality, so he knew it was just his own problem.

What is wrong with me?

Could it be because of eating that thing just now?

Luther closed his eyes, shook his head, and struggled to calm his mood. When he opened his eyes again, the things he saw were finally much more normal, yet subtle sounds and bizarrely warped lines still constantly emerged in the dark corners of the room, and he could only temporarily ignore them.

Cecilia uneasily watched Luther, after all, the room's condition before she left was not like this.

What happened?

She inquired with her eyes.

Luther raised his chin and pointed at the cop, meaning they would talk about it later and not let that fellow hear.

Cecilia immediately understood, nodding slightly.

Thus, the three people in the room kept quiet in the odd atmosphere. The young cop alternately looked at the corpse and the siblings, appearing uneasy. The brother and sister constantly interacted with their eyes, looking in perfect sync.

Right, what about that letter?

At that moment, Luther suddenly thought of the letter Sirius had written. It was because he was reading the letter that he had grown careless and been attacked, but after sweeping his gaze across the floor, he could not see those few sheets of paper anywhere. It was not until his gaze landed in front of the altar, discovering that the pile of ashes from the toppled cauldron was smoking, that he saw a charred corner of the letter paper left inside.

When I got knocked over, it must have drifted into the ashes.

Luther thought to himself that it was quite a coincidence.

Just then, the sound of a carriage stopping came from outside the house, and not long after, the sound of hurried footsteps came up. The old sheriff brought in three new faces; they were also policemen and looked quite young, yet the stars on their epaulets were more numerous than those of the other two.

After bringing the people over, the old sheriff pulled his subordinates away and left the scene to these three.

Among the three policemen, the one leading them was a man of about thirty years of age with a pair of deep, silvery-gray eyes. After sweeping his gaze around the room, his eyes landed on Luther's face.

"Mr. Luther Rondal and Ms. Cecilia Rondal, correct?"

He asked gently.

"That's right."

Luther exchanged a glance with his sister, and then spoke to the man.

"Very well, then Mr. Luther and Ms. Cecilia, please tell me what happened here."

The gray-eyed police officer said.

And so Luther began to recount the siblings' ordeal, from his illness and his parents' accidental death to being invited to the house by Sirius, and finally to being tied up for sacrifice; he had found the right opportunity to subdue Sirius, but because the latter began to mutate, he had no choice in self-defense but to shoot and kill him.

He concealed his heart being repaired after his resurrection, the contents of that letter, and being forced to swallow the small black pellet. He merely said that he had been knocked unconscious and attacked Sirius upon waking up.

The gray-eyed officer listened quietly to his account, expressing no opinion whatsoever. His two subordinates busied themselves with their own investigation: a green-eyed officer inspected the corpse and paced back and forth around the flesh-and-blood-strewn altar, clicking his tongue; another brown-eyed officer went so far as to pull a yellow crystal pendant directly from his sleeve, chanting words while closing his eyes.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, looked at the pendant, walked up to the gray-eyed officer, and murmured something in a low voice.

Luther noticed that the gray-eyed officer's gaze instantly became even more profound.

"Mr. Luther, let's find a room and have a proper chat."

He said to Luther.