after waking up.

Chapter 180 The Dilemma of the Mind
In addition to anger in Farrow Lynch's mind, what Mulan said the most was echoing:
"As the dumber kind among the resuscitators. The dumber kind among the resuscitators. The dumber kind."

Faro Lynch was full of annoyance, obviously full of doubts in his heart, and obviously aware of something wrong, but he still didn't handle it cautiously enough. If Mulan was here, he would definitely not make such a low-level mistake, right?
This is a rare moment for Farrow Lynch to be grateful that he is a resuscitator, otherwise the gunshot wounds on his body would be fatal.

At the window of the police station, several pistols didn't stop until they ran out of bullets, and Farrow Lynch had rushed into a corner alley.

"Let him run away?"

"Don't worry, hurry up and lead someone to chase him, he won't live long after being shot so many times!"

"go!"

The whistle sounded in the police station soon, and a large number of police officers and detectives assembled and dispatched in full armor. The pedestrians on the street panicked and fled in all directions, thinking that some vicious person was committing a crime.

Although he was shot a lot, it was not a problem for Farrow Lynch to move quickly. Perhaps the biggest impact was the impact of the bullet tearing his body.

Of course, a large number of police officers immediately chased Farrow Lynch in the direction of escape, but the blood disappeared at the entrance of the alley around the corner.

"He must have entered a nearby house and searched for me!"

"Squad forward, this dangerous criminal can't let him run around."

"Hurry up!" "He has a serious gunshot wound, which is an easy feat."

The police officers, in groups of three or four, rushed towards the nearby residential buildings and buildings, regardless of whether the other party cooperated or not, they could not stop their footsteps.

The nearby residential area was full of chaos, mixed with curses from residents, police officers and detectives.

A police detective stood at the entrance of the alley and bent down, frowning at the blood on the ground. It was not a puddle, but a small lump. He wiped the blood on the ground with his hand, and it felt very sticky.

The police detective felt his scalp tingle slightly. As an experienced person, he knew that this is not the state that the blood of a living person should have.

Sure enough, in the whole morning, no one in the police station found the criminal, so in the afternoon, wanted posters began to be put up all over the city.

Although the poster is a sketch, it vividly depicts Farrow Lynch's dead face who was owed a lot of money and would not come back, and portrays Farrow Lynch as a vicious man who has committed many murders and murders. A criminal, and some recent cases have all been blamed on him, including a homicide last night.

At dusk, Farrow Lynch was hiding in a rotten haystack by the river outside the barn of the mill in the east of the city. Shengsheng was pulled out from the body, and one even pierced into the heart, but because Farrow Lynch's body was relatively strong, he didn't go in.

At this moment, the wound from the original gunshot wound has begun to heal, leaving only a shallow pit in many places, and Farrow Lynch's mobility has almost recovered.

The water beside him was a bit turbulent, and a wanted poster floated down the river, and Farrow Lynch grabbed it with his hand. The portrait on it was himself, and there were a bunch of charges behind it.

No matter how well-mannered Farrow Lynch was, he couldn't help cursing at this moment.

"This group of rotten maggots!"

Farrow Lynch calmed down, the current situation is really bad, while someone is searching him, the big sun in the sky also greatly restricts his movement.

A dark cloud covered the sun in the sky, Farrow Lynch jumped down the river, covered his head with the ragged clothes he took off and dived upstream. He couldn't stand the cold.

In the evening, the slanting sunlight was blocked by many buildings, and Farrow Lynch also found his target, a church built along the river.

With a sound of "Boom~", a large stained glass window in the sanctuary was smashed from the outside. The priest who was doing sanitation was stunned for a moment, and then instantly became furious.

"The Holy Light will definitely punish you—"

The priest put down the mop and walked towards the broken glass angrily. The people in this city are too shameful. It doesn’t matter that there are few believers who come to pray, but someone has already smashed the glass of the church.

But it wasn't a simple stone that smashed the glass, it was a pebble tied with a piece of paper.

The priest squatted down to pick up the stone, walked to the side door at the back of the hall, opened the door and looked outside, except for the wild grass, there was a calm river.

The priest closed the door, untied the rope, and unfolded the piece of paper. It was a somewhat torn and somewhat wet wanted poster. Because it was waterproof to a certain extent, it did not rot even after being soaked in river water.

"Has this man committed so many crimes?"

The priest was about to throw it into the trash can after reading it, but he also turned it over to look at the reverse side, only to find that there were words on the reverse side. After ten seconds, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Cult? The police station is also in collusion?"

If it is a prank, the prankster is too bottomless and will be punished, but if it is true, then.
The priest didn't dare to think about it, maybe the fact that so few people came to the church in the city had something to do with the cult.

Under the cover of dusk, Farrow Lynch has already avoided the distance. He is unwilling to approach the temple, because he is strictly an undead creature and an evil existence in the definition of the temple, but he must submit this report letter , He doesn't believe in the church and also joins forces with heresy.

Yes, even if it is a resuscitator, unless he knows it, it is difficult for ordinary temple priests to distinguish whether an existence like Farrow Lynch is evil or not.

Farrow Lynch, who had finished all this, chose to leave the city first. He thought he was not strong enough, and now that the Holy Church would probably intervene, he might be wiped out by being treated as a cult undead together if he stayed.

As for whether the church is believed or not, Farrow Lynch is not worried at all. He even wrote down the location of the secret passage and the underground hall very specifically.

This time going down the river, in the night, Farrow Lynch was like a corpse soaked in the icy river, and quickly escaped from the city, and did not climb ashore until he was far away from the city, and entered the edge of the river. in the woods.

Farrow Lynch hated the way he was now, and couldn't even look like a person. He took out two books from his close pocket. The Book of Dawn and Mu Lan's notes were not corroded by the river, which made him slightly relieved.

Farrow Lynch needs him to find a place to rest quickly, and it is best to change into clean and tidy clothes, otherwise he will lose the ritual sense of being a human being and look like a zombie.

In a leeward hollow in the forest, Farrow Lynch took off his clothes and carefully hung them on the branches to dry. He climbed up a nearby tree, sat on the branches and unfolded the notebook Mulan gave him.

The bookmarks in the center are several large-denomination Dirga coins. This seems to be a habit that Farrow Lynch had in his lifetime so that Farrow Lynch will not be penniless.

Taking the coin away, I saw a sentence written by Mulan:

As a resuscitator, whether you are willing or not, you must first accept that you are not a human being. This is not a simple factual understanding, but a spiritual recognition. It is difficult, isn't it?
This seems to be the portrayal of Farrow Lynch's mind at this moment. Farrow Lynch can't even remember when Mu Lan wrote this sentence, obviously the words in the notebook should be recorded in front of him.

Farrow Lynch turned a page, and what followed seemed to be Mulan's advice to him at this moment:
Farrow Lynch, my friend, you have to believe that the path of the resuscitator is a path that can break the boundary between life and death. One day you will be able to embrace the light again, and one day you will be able to re-evolve into a human being, but you must face yourself and escape Not by the brave.

"Only by embracing death can we be reborn."

Farrow Lynch muttered to himself, he looked down at his chest, now only the wound at the heart still had blood stains, even if he squeezed the wound with his hands, he could only feel the touch but no pain, as long as his head was not blown off, he probably would not will die.

Farrow Lynch put down his notebook, and he didn't know how many times he put the Book of Dawn in front of his knees. He reached out to touch the cover of the book, but he didn't open it, just stared blankly.

Just holding this book, Farrow Lynch can faintly feel that there is a big secret hidden in this book, which is unbearable for ordinary people. Just as Mu Lan once said to him, reading this book Books require a lot of courage.

"Maybe I failed your expectations again, Mulan, I can't even face myself"

Farrow Lynch fell asleep unknowingly, and he began to dream, dreaming about some things in his life, all of which were fragmented scenes.

The pictures in the dream include childhood, growth and love, all of which are some very happy memories. Farrow Lynch's dead face in his sleep has a smile on his face.

Mu Lan is not a resuscitator, and it is even more impossible to understand the heart of a natural resuscitator. His notes are too detailed, his analysis is too thorough, and his writing is too cruel. The resuscitator needs to accept the current self, and the original soul has been obliterated. The current self is theoretically a newborn necromancer.

Perhaps the memory of the body can greatly affect the resuscitator, but it is the memory of the other party after all, no matter how happy or beautiful it is, it can only be seen, not belonging to oneself.
That good memory is not only a sweet gift in Farrow Lynch's heart, but also an unbreakable shackle. He has always regarded himself as the person with the same name and body, so he has been lingering in this state, this kind of life. The state of the dead.

(End of this chapter)