8: Chapter 6 Golden Finger Dad, You Finally Arrived!
(Thanks to the alliance leader of the glorious night reader, thank you!) 8: Chapter 6 Golden Finger Dad, You Finally Arrived!
(Thanks to the alliance leader of the glorious night reader, thank you!) Emotions surged violently.
In Brian’s crazed eyes, the afterimage of a Blood Moon flitted by, gone in an instant.
The next mont.
Everything before his eyes vanished.
Brian’s hands were empty, and he looked sowhat bewilderedly around him.
The cold hand was gone.
The icy touch on his body also disappeared.
The detonator in his hand…
gone as well.
Two female bodies, faces beyond recognition, lay obediently inside body bags, their hands placed inside, without a single sign of having been moved.
Everything just now seed like a hallucination.
Brian felt his body weakened due to the severe emotional turmoil, and for a mont, he couldn’t distinguish reality from illusion.
He tore open his clothes and looked at the detonator still in the pocket.
He couldn’t help but touch his face which still wore a crazed smile, and muttered uncertainly, “Did I just have another episode?”
But there were only two tragically dead female corpses here.
No one could tell him the answer.
…
After a short rest.
Brian first glanced at the small room where his colleague Tom was located, seeing no response from him and thus letting out a sigh of relief.
He stood up, returned to the cara, and pulled up the footage from just now.
In the footage: Brian could be seen opening the body bags, after a glance, he suddenly froze as if having a seizure.
No corpse grabbed his hand.
He hadn’t moved at all!
Brian’s face looked rather ugly.
It seed he really had an episode just now.
He couldn’t help but sigh.
The threats from his uncle, the heavy responsibility from his foster parents, his body reaching its limits, his increasingly severe ntal state…
So many BUFFs stacking up.
Brian didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.
But before sending his foster parents off and dealing with the clan mbers who buried him alive, threatening him.
He absolutely couldn’t fall!
Brian clenched his fists, forcibly suppressing the oppressed emotions in his heart, deftly took out the mory card from the cara, physically destroyed it, hid it on himself, and then calmly replaced it with a new mory card in the cara.
Fortunately, this thing hadn’t been cataloged yet.
Otherwise, explaining his ntal abnormality would be difficult.
After taking care of all this.
Brian turned on the cara and once again focused his attention on the two bodies lying on the morgue carts.
With this look.
Brian’s pupils dilated slightly.
…
“There are red orbs floating above both bodies?”
Brian pinched his own thigh.
It hurt.
He then looked towards the cara but saw that the image within showed no sign of the red orbs!
This ti it wasn’t a hallucination!
Could it be…
mories that had been silent for decades began to awaken from the depths of his mind.
Brian thought of that possibility, and his body trembled uncontrollably with excitent!
Calm down!
Calm down!
After taking several deep breaths and suppressing the excitent in his heart, he pretended not to see the orbs.
He just followed the normal workflow, took out the cara, photographed the bodies’ surfaces, and then took out a form to organize and register the items Tom had brought back.
After finishing all of this.
Brian stepped forward, ready to pull the body bag’s zipper back up, awaiting the forensic doctor’s arrangents the next day.
Upon getting closer.
Brian seriously examined the two red orbs.
Both orbs were roughly the sa size.
The orb floating above the body on the left had a much deeper color than the orb floating above the one on the right.
Additionally, a red mist continuously wafted from the two orbs, visible only when one got close, the emanation very slow.
Brian’s gaze shifted back; under the cara’s watch, he zipped up the body bag properly, then extracted the special mory card from the cara.
Using a computer nearby, he recorded the card’s number, along with all the items that were brought back, and archived everything.
After completing all these tasks.
Brian imdiately returned to the two corpses.
For safety’s sake.
He took a deep breath and extended his hand, sheathed in plastic gloves, toward the lighter-colored red orb on the right.
As soon as Brian’s fingers touched the orb.
The motionless red orb silently shattered into countless fine specks of light, all flooding into his eyes.
A sense of enlightennt surged into Brian’s mind: Fulfill the corpse’s wish and receive the gift from the dead.
Besides this sense of enlightennt.
Brian also felt a strange obsession in his heart: to kill Andres, the son of a bitch!!!
…
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Even with Brian’s current state of mind, he was still so excited he could hardly stop himself from howling aloud!
Golden Finger!
It’s really the Golden Finger!
Golden Finger Dad, you’ve finally co to see !
Do you know how I’ve spent these past twenty-three years?
At this mont.
The always strong Brian felt tears welling up.
In his previous life, he was just a social-phobic waste, living off the inheritance left by his parents.
Since being reborn.
The first eight years weren’t too bad.
Although the parents of this life weren’t very wealthy, they were very kind to him.
After that, he entered the Children’s House.
There were many experiences.
Brian didn’t want to rember any of them.
Possibly at that ti.
His spirit had already beco sick.
As he grew up.
To thank his family for their support.
He gave up on becoming a dentist, forcefully endured the discomfort, and stayed at the Forensic Bureau.
But he then suffered continuous blows.
His only two pillars of kinship.
One betrayed him, the other fell…
But all of that.
Was over now!
Because Golden Finger Dad had arrived!!!
…
Thinking of the plot lines from the novels he read in his previous life.
Brian was really happy.
His weak and overdrawn body.
His twisted ntal state.
There was hope for all of it!
Brian felt his life was filled with hope once again!
After the excitent subsided a bit.
Brian pushed aside the distracting thoughts and refocused on the Dead Man’s Obsession he had just acquired.
…
“Kill Andres, that son of a bitch raised by a whore!”
“Who is Andres?”
Brian glanced over the body in front of him, and then he realized.
Since killing Andres was this dead person’s obsession.
Then the victim must have known this Andres!
His colleague Tom, when he ca back, would definitely have collected the victim’s information as required by their work.
He could just ask him for it later.
…
Withdrawing his thoughts.
Brian turned his attention to the small sphere on his left.
This small ball was just too bright.
“Could it be that the brightness of the ball’s color represents the intensity of the dead person’s obsession?”
With this guess.
Brian repeated the previous action.
The rubber gloves didn’t affect Brian’s absorption of the ball.
Just like before.
The mont his fingers touched it.
The bright red sphere turned into countless points of light, flooding into Brian’s mind.
This ti, there was no enlightennt as before.
Only a powerful obsession surfaced in Brian’s mind: protect Alli, ensure Alli’s safety at all costs!
“Alli?”
Brian shrugged his shoulders.
Another unfamiliar na.
“Hopefully, Tom can give an answer.”
After Brian pushed the two mortuary carts into the cooler, changed his gloves, and walked toward his colleague Tom, who was still busy in the small cubicle.
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