Emotions surged violently.
In Brian's crazed eyes, the afterimage of a Blood Moon flitted by, gone in an instant.
The next moment.
Everything before his eyes vanished.
Brian's hands were empty, and he looked somewhat 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 seemed like a hallucination.
Brian felt his body weakened due to the severe emotional turmoil, and for a moment, 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 camera, 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 seemed 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 mental 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 members 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 memory card from the camera, physically destroyed it, hid it on himself, and then calmly replaced it with a new memory card in the camera.
Fortunately, this thing hadn't been cataloged yet.
Otherwise, explaining his mental abnormality would be difficult.
After taking care of all this.
Brian turned on the camera 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 camera but saw that the image within showed no sign of the red orbs!
This time it wasn't a hallucination!
Could it be...
Memories 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 excitement!
Calm down!
Calm down!
After taking several deep breaths and suppressing the excitement in his heart, he pretended not to see the orbs. He just followed the normal workflow, took out the camera, 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 arrangements the next day.
Upon getting closer.
Brian seriously examined the two red orbs.
Both orbs were roughly the same 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 camera's watch, he zipped up the body bag properly, then extracted the special memory card from the camera. 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 immediately 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 enlightenment surged into Brian's mind: Fulfill the corpse's wish and receive the gift from the dead.
Besides this sense of enlightenment.
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 come to see me!
Do you know how I've spent these past twenty-three years?
At this moment.
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 remember any of them.
Possibly at that time.
His spirit had already become 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 mental state.
There was hope for all of it!
Brian felt his life was filled with hope once again!
After the excitement 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 came 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 moment his fingers touched it.
The bright red sphere turned into countless points of light, flooding into Brian's mind.
This time, there was no enlightenment 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 name.
"Hopefully, Tom can give me 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.