booktalesy Chapter 23: The source of all the strangeness is a severed finger.
Chapter 23: The source of all the strangeness is a severed finger.
"Ready!"
Luo Shaofeng made a hand gesture, and all the members present instantly tensed up. They frantically began to perform the hand gestures they already knew by heart, clutching their lightning-struck wooden plaques and copper coin swords. Some even stuffed gourds filled with black dog blood into their waistbands.
Each of them stood ramrod straight, their eyes fixed on Su Nan's back, their breathing becoming hot and tense.
No wonder Luo Shaofeng was so cautious.
Although he had come to believe in Su Nan's capabilities, even a horse can stumble, and a person can have their bad luck.
The terrible consequences of arrogance or underestimation are commonplace in their field; they are lessons learned time and again.
He's getting the whole team ready now, just in case.
"Um."
Lin Luoxue was also making preparations quickly. Although Chu Yahan and her father described Su Nan as something extraordinary, she had never seen him in person.
If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it's all just hearsay.
Rumors may be exaggerated, or they may even be false.
"..."
Su Nan was extremely cautious and wary of these people, but he didn't take them seriously at all.
He casually walked to the table, where the golden box was covered with layers upon layers of yellow talismans.
The edges of the talisman were blackened and smelled foul by the smoke, and next to the golden box were four basins of black dog blood.
The smell, the stench of blood, assaulted my nostrils; it was extremely unpleasant.
"Get all of this out of here."
Su Nan took a few breaths, turned to look in the direction of Lin Luoxue and Luo Shaofeng, and gave the instructions in a calm tone.
"what?"
Lin Luoxue hesitated for a moment, first looking at Su Nan, then at the fresh black dog blood on the table.
These were all prepared by them this morning. They are important tools for suppressing this evil thing. If they are cleared away, what if the thing inside rushes out?
As she hesitated, she could only turn her gaze to Luo Shaofeng beside her, awaiting instructions from her captain.
"These borrowed things are all garbage."
Su Nan also noticed Luo Shaofeng's hesitation. He lightly touched the cold golden box with his fingertips and added, "If this thing really gets aggressive, even if we covered the entire police station with black dog blood, it wouldn't make a difference."
"If none of these are useful, then what in this world is still usable?"
Lin Luoxue couldn't help but mutter something softly, but it clearly reached Su Nan's ears.
Su Nan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces of everyone in the room. His voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears, as heavy and steady as a mountain, carrying an unshakable domineering aura.
He slowly raised his hand, pointed to himself with his index finger, and said slowly, "Only oneself, only one's own fist, is truly useful."
As soon as he finished speaking,
Su Nan gripped the lid of the golden box, applied a little force, and directly opened the box, causing the runes sealing the box to break off.
The moment the lid was lifted,
A thick, scarlet liquid suddenly shot up from the box, like splashed red paint, instantly covering the entire room.
The sunlight filtering through the window was deeply tinged with crimson, casting a veil of color over the very sunlight.
The walls and floor were covered with an indelible layer of blood.
The entire room seemed to have been forcibly painted with hellish scarlet dye by a paintbrush at this very moment.
"Boom! Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
At that very moment, a violent tremor erupted without warning.
The whole house seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, shaking violently. The cement floor hummed, and the table legs creaked and groaned as they braced themselves against the ground.
The four basins of black dog blood that had been placed in the corner spilled most of their contents as they were shaken. The stench of blood mixed with the smell of cinnabar filled the entire room.
The shaking intensified, causing the yellow talismans pasted on the wall to flutter and fall like autumn leaves in the wind.
The wooden sign in the corner, struck by lightning, also crashed to the ground with a thud and rolled diagonally a long distance away.
The tremor spread from the room outwards, instantly engulfing the entire police station.
All of this seemingly world-destroying power originated from the white, slender, and beautiful severed finger lying inside the golden box.
At this moment, in the police station not far away.
The place was originally quiet. There was a young mother applying for an ID card, holding a sleeping baby in her arms, with a half-filled form spread out on the window; there was also a police officer in uniform, head down checking the records, his pen just falling; and two young men squatting in the waiting area, head down scrolling through their phones, chewing gum.
But at that very moment, the ground suddenly trembled and shook.
Everyone could clearly feel the ground beneath their feet begin to surge, as if they were standing in waves.
"Wow wow wow!"
The young mother, who was holding her baby, panicked and hurriedly tried to hold onto the wall by the window. Her movements were so violent that the swaddled baby almost slipped out of her arms, giving her a fright.
The notebook next to the police officer was shaken so badly that the pages fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Earthquake! Earthquake!"
"Why the hell wasn't there an earthquake warning?"
One of the two young men shouted, and the sharp voice pierced the chaos in the belated crowd. The hall instantly erupted in screams and cries.
Some people covered their heads and crawled under the table, while others stumbled and ran towards the door. Even several veteran police officers turned pale and had to lean against the wall to stand up, watching helplessly as the notice board on the wall was shaken off and glass shattered all over the floor.
They could even faintly hear the sound of cracking in the wall, with white plaster falling down with a soft, rustling sound.
Just when everyone thought a major earthquake was about to strike and their hearts were in their throats, a young man in the waiting area suddenly froze, his eyes wide open, and his finger trembling as he pointed in the direction of the office building that had been temporarily requisitioned by Bureau 749 not far away.
A hissing sound came from his throat, as if someone was choking him, and he stammered, "What...what is that?"
Many people looked in the direction the young man was pointing.
On the windowsill of the next floor, there was a thick, unyielding crimson stain, like a living tide, spreading outwards along the wall.
It wasn't just splashed paint; it was more like a living vine, climbing rapidly, staining the glass blood red and turning the white walls the color of blood wherever it went.
Even the sunlight shining on this area was tinged with an eerie crimson hue.
This strong visual impact gives people a feeling of falling into an ice cellar, as if it were the end of the world.
"The scenery is so beautiful! The weather is so nice today. After a busy day, I can finally take a break."
At the same time, in the girls' dormitory of the police station's family compound.
Li Huimin had just changed out of her police uniform and was wearing a loose white T-shirt. She was slumped in a chair by the window, clutching an orange in her hand.
Meanwhile, her best friend Fan Kexin was also leaning on the windowsill, looking at the orange sunset outside, swinging her long, white legs without an ounce of fat, and exclaimed, "The scenery here is so beautiful."