Sirius Arapis lay on the ground with his mind blown, looking completely dead.
"Huh, huh…"
Li Ran put down the revolver while panting.
After the passion for fighting subsided, he felt how tired he was, and the places on his body where he had been hit just now were more and more painful.
His mind went blank and he suddenly had a strong sense of unreality.
Am I dreaming? Time travel, hallucinations, murders, these are things I have never encountered in my twenty years of life... Could it be that all this is just a dream?
Just as he was thinking this, Li Ran was shaken awake.
"Caesar, are you okay?"
Cecilia's beautiful face appeared in front of him. She held Caesar's arm tightly, her worry evident in her words.
It seems it's not a dream.
Li Ran came back to his senses and couldn't help but sigh.
"I'm fine."
He said casually, standing up and looking around.
Cecilia looked at him with concern, but said nothing more.
There was a mirror among the pile of debris that fell from the drawer. Li Ran reached out to pick it up and looked at the mirror.
In the mirror was a strikingly handsome young man, with black hair, blue eyes, and a strikingly handsome face. He wore a thick, straitjacket, draped with sturdy black leather belts. If all the belts were fastened, no matter how hard he struggled, he would be unable to free himself. His face was thin and pale, and deep within his azure eyes, a hint of unquenchable madness and pain seemed to hide.
Handsome, but a little sickly.
This is... Caesar?
Li Ran quickly matched this face with his past memories.
No, now it should be said, this is me.
He thought with a wry smile, and the young man in the mirror also smiled miserably.
Li Ran, who died in a car accident on a blue planet, was resurrected in the body of a mentally ill young man in another world and gained all his memories. At this moment, Li Ran was surprised, confused, terrified, and regretful... but in the end, he still smiled helplessly.
It's better to think positively than to actually die. Since this is reality, just accept it calmly.
So from now on, I am Caesar.
Li Ran, no, Caesar said to himself.
Cecilia on the side was still looking at him with concern. Caesar smiled and was about to say something comforting when he heard a noise coming from outside.
He reached out and pulled open the curtains, and crimson moonlight immediately poured all over the floor, making him feel more real as if he was in another world.
Through the window, you can see the scenery outside.
It was night, a crimson moon nestled in the sky, gas lamps illuminated the road, and a four-wheeled carriage jingled past. Several people, men and women, who looked like local residents, were standing outside. They were looking at the house where Caesar was in uncertainty, discussing something among themselves. The noise came from them.
Oh no, that's gunfire!
Caesar's heart trembled, and he immediately realized that he had fired six shots in a row, and the nearby residents must have heard it. What if they followed the sound and saw the body on the ground?
But after thinking about it, he calmed down again.
Even if I saw a corpse, so what? I was acting in self-defense! It was that old bastard Sirius who attacked us first! Besides, he's covered in tumors now, like a monster. Any normal person can tell that something's wrong with him. It's clear who's the good guy and who's the bad guy.
Thinking of this, Caesar calmed down a little. After thinking for a moment, he turned to Cecilia and said, "Cecilia, go down and call the police."
"Call the police?"
Cecilia's eyes widened.
"Otherwise, do you think we can run away or cover it up?"
Lu Zedao glanced at his adopted sister.
Like Caesar, Cecilia has black hair, blue eyes and outstanding looks, but compared to Caesar's frailty, she has more youthful vitality.
"If we call the police right away, we'll have the upper hand. Hiding the truth will only make us suspicious. As long as we make it clear it was self-defense, they shouldn't give us any trouble."
"Oh, okay. Caesar, won't you come with me?"
"I'll stay here to protect the scene."
Cecilia nodded, turned around and ran out in a hurry.
Through the window, Caesar saw his sister rushing out of the house. The onlookers were frightened and scattered, trying to avoid her, but they quickly gathered together after she left, all with curious looks on their faces, like a group of foolish lambs.
She should know to look for the patrolman on the street instead of running all the way to the police station, right?
Well, I hope so.
Caesar thought to himself, his breathing gradually calming down.
The room quickly grew quiet, so still that one could hear the dripping of blood on the altar. Sirius's body lay face up, the bullet having ripped open his skull, and his already torn mouth making his face even more horrifying.
It's really a bit scary...
The corner of Caesar's mouth twitched. He dug out the pistol bullets from the pile of miscellaneous items on the desk and reloaded his revolver. Only then did he feel relieved.
When he turned his attention back to Sirius, he suddenly noticed a sudden white streak on the black-robed corpse. Taking a closer look, he discovered it was a few folded sheets of paper.
The paper was blown open slightly by the wind, revealing just one word:
Caesar Cardini.
Is this letter about me?
Staring at the pieces of letter paper, Caesar hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and picked them out with two fingers.
Logically, he should protect the scene, but his intuition told him that the letter might contain important information about him.
Caesar unfolded the letter.
The letter was written in Rune. Caesar flipped through his memory and soon became familiar with the characters. He read slowly:
Dear Ms. M:
Following your instructions, I have successfully controlled Caesar Cardini. You are right, he carries a strong aura of the Lord. However, Ms. M, while I am delighted, I also deeply hate him!
He has the breath of the Lord on him, and he can meet the Lord in hallucinations and listen to the Lord's teachings. This is a blessing that all of us believers desire, but he, this damned Caesar Cardini, actually said that he hated his fate and hated those hallucinations!
This blasphemer, this foolish fool! How dare he!
He was not worthy of being so close to the Lord; he should be a sacrifice for the Lord's coming! I could feel that the Lord was within his body, and his filthy body imprisoned the Lord's will!
Lord! Lord!
I can't wait any longer! I know! This must be a test from the Lord for me, it must be this way! I will use my death to call for the Lord's coming!
Today is his eighteenth birthday, and from the perspective of mysticism, it is the most appropriate time! ...]
This was a mad and malicious letter. The handwriting was neat at the beginning, but it became increasingly chaotic towards the end. Combined with Sirius's crazy words, it was enough to demonstrate the writer's good mental state.
"It seems Sirius was already abnormal when he wrote the letter." Caesar thought to himself, "No wonder he committed murder and blood sacrifice."
But although the letter was frantic, it still revealed some terrible information.
Sirius's approach to Caesar Cardini was indeed premeditated. He must have come from a secret organization and received orders to control Caesar. He wrote the letter to report the situation to his boss named "Ms. M" - although he started to go crazy halfway through writing.
Moreover, Caesar's body seemed to have a problem, seemingly related to the "master" mentioned by Sirius. Combined with Sirius's sudden change, this world might have something mysterious.
"What the hell... is my body being targeted by a cult?"
He couldn't help but frown.
In other words, he might be captured and sacrificed by a madman like Sirius in the future?
What fucking bullshit...
Caesar took a deep breath and felt irritated and uneasy.
Just then—
"Bang!"
Without warning, Caesar felt a huge force hit his chest, and the world before him suddenly rushed forward. The next moment, his back slammed hard onto the cold, hard floor.
It was only then that he realized that he had been pushed onto his back!
The dark ceiling filled the view, and a horrible, broken head slowly emerged from underneath.
It's the lingering ghost Sirius!
Even with his skull opened, he could still move!
His heavy body pressed tightly against Caesar, and he crawled towards him stiffly and slowly.
"Bang! Bang!"
Caesar's hair stood on end, he was shocked and angry. He raised his revolver and frantically pulled the trigger at Sirius's head. Bullets pierced through him one after another, and Sirius's head became like a broken watermelon, but even so, he still held Caesar tightly.
This is basically a moving corpse!
Sirius held out his withered, aged hand to Caesar, revealing a twisted black mark carved into the palm. The mark, like a living thing, squirmed and contracted until it broke through the skin, transforming into a small ball mingled with blood and black veins, floating quietly in a manner that defied the laws of physics.
"Get out! Get out!"
Caesar sensed a sense of danger from the ball. He roared and slammed the butt of his revolver into Sirius's body. He tried to break free, but his body was tightly gripped by the other party, making it impossible to escape!
He saw Sirius's bloody face move, as if he was smiling.
"Lord, please save us…"
Sirius' tone was cold and empty, and his movements were stiff as he slowly stuffed the black and red ball into Caesar's mouth.