My Cell Prison-Chapter 159 - : Strange

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Strange

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Boom!

When Han Dong was dragged out of the study, the door was shut tightly behind him.

It seemed that some sort of change was happening inside, probably because Han Dong had ‘peeked’.

He was shaking.

Yes, Han Dong, who had once experienced death, found his body trembling uncontrollably.

It felt different… distinctly different from the feeling of death.

For a moment there, he felt if he actually came ‘face to face’ with that uninvited guest, he might fall into a state of dread, much worse than death itself.

The shaking of Han Dong’s body at this moment was due to the biological instinct of fearing and trembling at the ‘absolute unknown’.

Fear comes from ignorance.

“What did you see?”

“The room was full of white tentacles. Viscount Alexis was creating under a strange state…and there was a mysterious figure supervising everything.”

“A mysterious figure!”

When Silist heard the news, he was ready to catch the suspect who controlled Viscount Alexis in a hard rush.

Snap!

Han Dong extended his right arm, pulled with all his strength and grasped Silist’s arm.

“Don’t go…

When I saw [the fallen Bei], there was no reaction. But when I saw this man, I felt a kind of despair like falling into an endless abyss… It could be fatal…you must not go!”

Han Dong was quite serious, forcibly pulling Silist back.

“What does he look like?”

“He was entirely covered in a yellow robe, I could not make out any distinctive features…”

“Yellow robe?”

Selist seemed to think of something dreadful, hence he decided against entering the study. He promptly assisted Han Dong to withdraw together.

At this moment.

All the mist that had filled the house sank into the ground, disappeared completely. Even Little Demon Eye could not trace it…it was as if the house had returned to normality.

The sense of pollution disappeared completely.

Click!

The [main creation studio] opened again.

No more white mist or tentacles appeared from the door crevice.

Instead, a trembling arm grasped at the side of the door, dragging the body out.

Viscount Alexis crawled out slowly.

He had awoken from his sleepwalking state, with a look of utter terror on his face.

There were still thick oil trails around his eyes.

He desperately said:

“Help me! Please help me!

Why, after accepting the baptism of the Holy Light, can’t I eliminate these dreams?

Moreover, the person in my dreams is moving faster, getting closer and closer to me!

If I sleep again, I might be killed… I don’t want to become its slave, I don’t want to lose my identity as a human!”

At that moment.

More than ten members of the Holy Knights Group support team arrived and immediately sealed off the scene.

First, they stabilized Viscount Alexis’s physical condition through hypnotic methods, then shackled him and led him away from the mansion.

What was strange was.

In the subsequent search of the Martini Mansion.

The pollution that had once permeated this place had completely disappeared.

Even when the later Knights Group members took out their sensing devices, they couldn’t detect any trace of pollution.

It was as if the white mist and the tentacles overflowing the study room had disappeared along with that ‘mysterious figure’.

Nothing was found in Viscount Alexis’s study that recorded any knowledge of life outside the city or nefarious schemes. Only some ordinary scripts, and documents communicating about the Fate Space were present.

Also, according to the butler’s information about ‘sleepwalking and digging holes’.

No traces of the holes that were dug during sleepwalking could be found in the backyard…Every time a hole was dug through sleepwalking, the servants in charge of the backyard would promptly fill it up.

However, there was something strange.

Apart from his mother who was taken away by Cass.

More than thirty servants of the Martini family disappeared along with the white mist that permeated the mansion after experiencing tonight’s events.

Holy Knights Group – Glory Courtyard

Viscount Alexis Martini was interrogated under the full exposure of the Holy Light.

Han Dong, considered an ‘informed individual’, followed Knight Silist as his deputy after confirming he was not infected, and served as an observer for the interrogation.

The interrogation was led by Kovi Elliott, the second platoon leader of the Holy Knights Group and a specialist in the [Library – God Realm].

Based on the clues, the interrogation focused on two aspects.

[Dream] and [Opera House]

“What was in your dream?”

“The scene in my dream was identical to my home, I only recognized it was a dream because of my unique perspective on dreams…I was lying on the bed in the master bedroom, unable to move.

On the wall opposite me hung a painting.

A painting that didn’t belong to my house.

It was an indescribably terrifying painting, filled with content beyond my understanding, an abstract painting formed by twisting and distorting different characters.

Then, in front of the painting… stood a ‘person’.

It was just because it was the same height as a human being that I thought it was a person.

Every time in my dream, it was standing next to the painting.”

“Appearance, characteristics?”

“I couldn’t tell, the darkness was its sanctuary… I could only feel it staring at me, a gaze that made me shudder and unable to sit still.”

“Is the dream the same every day?”

“The scene was the same, but this person kept getting closer.

Yesterday! It had already stood at the foot of the bed. If I dream again, I will fall into the Dark Abyss and lose the chance to be human… Please, you must save me.”

Kovi Elliott waved his hand, and the warm Holy Light immediately calmed down Viscount Alexis.

“The second question, as heard from the butler.

A few days before the strange dreams started affecting you, you went to the opera house once?”

Viscount Alexis quickly nodded:

“The circle of writers often get together to discuss methods of finding inspiration.

About two weeks ago, someone mentioned that the [Holy Soul Opera House] on the second floor was going to hold the grandest stage play in history, and everyone agreed, so the next day we went to watch this ‘glamorous’ performance. It talked about…”

At this point, Viscount Alexis suddenly realized the ‘memory’ that should have been stored in his head was gone.

He only remembered that he had seen a grand performance, only remembered that this performance was shocking and brought him fresh inspiration for his creation.

But all the information about this ‘opera’ in his memory was gone.

“Who were the writers you met at the opera house?” Kovi Elliott continued to inquire.

“Baron Seimon, Viscount Wozhuas, Master Louis…”

Kovi Elliott temporarily left the room, and after discussing with external personnel, he returned to the interrogation room with the relevant files.

“These are the related files of the co-authors you have just dictated.”

As Viscount Alexis went through these files, he was trembling all over, his eyes filled with fear, and he kept repeating: “Impossible… Impossible…”

Kovi Elliott calmly said, “The [Holy Soul Opera House] you mentioned, does not exist in the Holy City, let alone on the second floor.

Furthermore, the co-authors you mentioned, if not already resting in the cemetery as bones, they have been missing for over ten years.”

The information handed to Viscount Alexis was all the death files backed up by the local security bureau.

In other words.

Viscount Alexis went with a group of dead people to an ‘nonexistent’ opera house to watch a ‘unmemorable’ grand performance.