A middle-aged man with a beer belly like pregnancy walked into the prison with a thin young man and went straight to the door of Colin's cell.
When they approached, Colin also saw their appearance, slightly white skin, brown hair, wearing a coat like chain mail, under which was a normal cloth coat, and with a sword at his waist, he did not look like a countryman.
More precisely, not like modern people...
If he didn't know that he had traveled through, Colin might have thought that this was the set of a medieval movie.
At this point, the two of them pointed at Colin and discussed matters related to him in a language he did not understand.
However, gradually, Colin suddenly felt that the other party's words seemed to be understood...
"Your Excellency, I can't believe it, is this really what you should be looking like when you get 'transfur'? he doesn't look crazy at all, I can even feel that he is just watching me, the kind without malice!" The thin young man stared at Colin, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword, his tone uncertain.
"Hey. The middle-aged man with a beer belly who looked like he was pregnant laughed, "Otherwise, how could I tell you that this is a very rare case? In the past two months, we have taken over hundreds of people in the dungeon, and there is only one such case..."
"So, are we going to hand him over to the 'Holy Healing Church'?"
"I still have to hand it over, and besides, I submitted my application a week ago, but it's been more than a week, and I still haven't seen a response, hum..."
The middle-aged man pursed his lips, clearly dissatisfied with the snubbing of the church.
The young man glanced at Colin and then withdrew his gaze: "But, he looks like this, it seems that he has been sent in for ten days, that is, in five days at most, he may enter the second stage of 'transfur', and then... It is likely that the symptoms will break out and die directly!"
Kindness?
Colin, who secretly pricked up his ears and eavesdropped, was stunned for a moment - isn't he fine, why is he dying?
And what is "transfur"?
"If the church doesn't respond, we can't move... And it's not easy to say whether he's crazy or not, although his symptoms have been deepening, but... It feels like I'm getting more and more sensible, you see, his eyes are not crazy at all..."
The middle-aged man pointed at Colin, then looked sideways at his assistant, and smiled casually, "To be honest, even if you tell me that he will be able to speak for a while, I won't show even the slightest surprise..."
"Really, what is a transfur?" came some hot mouths.
"Well, transfur just..."
The middle-aged man subconsciously answered, but soon, his smile suddenly stiffened - his subordinate didn't speak, and what he opened was...
Hiss!
There's dirt!
The middle-aged man jumped back with an inappropriate agility, jumped directly two meters away, and looked at Colin with a horrified expression.
The young man who suspected to be his subordinate pulled out his long sword with a "whoosh" and aimed it at Colin, his face full of solemnity and vigilance.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the dungeon froze.
There was silence for several seconds.
The middle-aged man was the first to break the silence, stepped forward and grabbed his subordinates, pulled back a few steps, and then asked after a long distance: "You... Can you still speak?"
... What's so surprising about that? You didn't say it yourself, and you're not surprised that I asked... Colin nodded his head.
He was about to ask again...
However, the middle-aged man, who was the warden of the dungeon, seemed to think of something, and spoke first:
"Do you remember your name?"
"I don't remember. "
Colin shook his head, he didn't seem to have inherited the memories of this body, but, as if instinctively, he had inherited some language or something.
"That's a pity, otherwise I might be able to figure out where 'transfur' came from, but it's normal for 'transfur' to have amnesia..."
"What is 'transfur'?" Collin interrupted.
"Well," the warden looked at Colin and thought for a moment before he spoke, "Why don't you take a look at your hands first?" especially the hairs on your hands..."
He wanted to see if he could help him recover his memories and find out what was related to "transfur".
If you can crack it yourself, it will be a great achievement!
Hearing this, Colin lowered his head in confusion, he had been eavesdropping just now, and he didn't seem to notice anything wrong...
it?
Colin's eyes widened, and he looked at his arms, only to notice that his hair was actually two or three inches long, and the nails at the tips of his five fingers were sharp, like the claws of beasts...
transfur!
Colin suddenly understood what the word meant.
At the same time, he also noticed that there was an indescribable violent temperament in his body, like a suppressed anger.
It's just that it seems to be suppressed by something for the time being.
"You are what you look like in the first stage of transfur, generally the second day at the earliest, half a month at the slower, you will enter the next stage, you have been with me for ten days, at most five days later, you will either suddenly die, or you will become a second-stage patient..."
"Well, the one you're holding with looks dead, and 'transfur' will quickly turn into a dried corpse when he dies..."
"There's nothing to say about this, continue the topic of the second stage, at this stage, it's not very human-like, and then it won't take more than a week, it will melt directly, why this happens, I don't know..."
The warden's words were suddenly interrupted by a scream, and in another cell opposite to Colin, someone let out a frenzied howl:
"Let me out, I'm not crazy, my child... My child hasn't eaten yet, let me eat, my child, he, I, I haven't eaten yet!"
It was a woman with crazy body hair and a crazy expression, and she was constantly banging her head against the iron cage, and the head was bleeding, as if she didn't feel anything.
Colin's heart trembled at the sight, and his scalp tingled.
It took a full minute before it gradually stopped.
"See? That's what it was like in the first stage, and she only had a seizure yesterday, but you're late, and you'd normally be a lot crazier than her. "
The warden pointed at the other party, shook his head and sighed, "You are the only special person in the more than two months since this illness appeared, butIt's a pity that your memory is gone, otherwise you remember what happened before, maybe you can find something and solve this trouble as soon as possible..."
What else has happened before?
Some memories suddenly came to Collin's mind, remembering that he seemed to be eating hot pot and swiping his mobile phone when he went down to the restaurant alone, and then dipped a large ball of mustard in tripe and sent it into his mouth...
Choked on a mouthful of mustard?
Uh, I don't think it's so funny...
This should be the last memory that can be recalled, not the last memory before the time travel...
But now it's important...
What should I do with this "transfur" on my body?
Colin took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked up and asked, "What did you just say about the Holy Healing Church... Do they have a solution to my trouble?"
"They? hey, I didn't see them anyway..."
As soon as the warden opened his mouth to taunt two words, his subordinates on the side let out a "cough", and he suddenly thought of something and closed his mouth.
After all, the "Holy Healing Church" is one of the three orthodox churches in the Knight Kingdom...
I can't afford to provoke it.
Colin sighed in his heart, doesn't this mean that if he is sent, he will be gone?
He wanted to ask something from the other party, but the sound of a bell suddenly came from outside the iron door of the prison corridor.
"Alright, it's time for me to leave, someone will clean up that corpse in your room tomorrow, and I hope to see you come to your senses tomorrow. "
After speaking, the warden pulled his subordinates to leave together, and before leaving, he could vaguely hear his words to his subordinates:
"When you encounter something in the future, don't think about confrontation at the first time, you know! You have to withdraw one after another, one of my teammates died because of this habit, and he died very miserably, and none of the corpses were intact, yes, he was talking about your father..."
The sound grew farther and farther away, and the dungeon returned to calm again, except for some heavy breathing and the occasional grinding of teeth.
"I'm just going to die?"
Colin sat weakly in the prison and looked at his hands, feeling as if the transfur had unconsciously deepened.
The tyrannical temperament in my heart is like an abscess that can erupt at any time.
The thing had to do with him like a Okamoto 0.01 filled with ink in a bucket of water, it was like a balloon that was constantly being filled with muddy ink, it could burst at any moment, and he would be polluted at any time.
But...
It's not like there's no room for change.
Colin had a vague feeling that if he could recall the details of his memories and recall the experience of the last day, the current situation would change.
Thinking of this, he forced himself to calm down, and then thought about it from the mouthful of offal...
Finally, in Colin's unremitting efforts, the follow-up memory surfaced little by little - there was indeed a problem with the mustard beef offal at that time...
One bite down, stimulating the head, the whole body tensed, and then the body lost strength and fell to the ground.
When he opened his eyes, he was taken to the hospital.
Then I found that my body was weak and I was diagnosed with "ALS"... To be precise, he had it a long time ago, but that mouthful of mustard made him have an explosive episode.
Later, after a year-long treatment, he was able to have his own wheelchair at a young age.
But...
"I had a terminal illness before the crossing, and I got a terminal illness after the crossing, so didn't I cross in vain?"
Colin couldn't help but complain.
Then, I honestly buried my head and worked hard to continue to reminisce...
It didn't take long for him to finally remember that when he had spent all his savings, still hadn't made any progress, and didn't want to stick to it, an organization sent him a job invitation.
The name of this organization is...
"'Bonfire Shelter Special Items Containment Company'. "
Colin muttered to himself, and the whole person instantly woke up as he recalled the word, and suddenly felt that something was connected to him at this moment.
A message pops up in the brain.
[The interference project has been eliminated and the "task force investigator" has been re-established, and the task force incident is being loaded, please wait...]