Nightmare Light

Chapter 5: Strange Northerners?
When Lin Wang was in the carriage, snoring and falling into a dream.

In the office building of Haoyue Newspaper, the saint of the church, Sen, was stretching her legs, trying to keep up with the other monks as they ran towards the place where the unusual case occurred, all the while thinking about the northerner she had just met.

that person……

Then, she stepped on her robe again and fell heavily to the ground.

Or the kind that's face down.

Haw!

"Ah...it hurts." Sen covered his face and climbed up, tears streaming down his face.

A concerned voice came from the side: "Saint, are you okay?"

Sen looked up and saw a young girl squatting in front of her. She was dressed in the same monk's robe as her, but the paint on her face was different from her own.

To put it bluntly, the level is lower.

At this time, the girl, who was of a lower rank than Sen, was squatting next to Sen and speaking to her with a concerned tone.

"If you don't suppress your laughter when you care about me, I'll be fine."

Mori replied to the young priestess unhappily, then he propped himself up and rubbed his face: "Hiss...it really hurts."

The girl chuckled, showing no sign of awe at the superior-subordinate relationship. But after laughing, she still asked curiously, "Saint, what's wrong with you?"

"It's just an accidental fall, isn't it normal?"

"You know that's not what I'm asking about." The young goddess shook her head. "You've been acting strangely ever since you saw that northerner just now."

"That northerner..." Sen recalled the moment he met Lin Wang and thought, "He's very special."

"I see, you like tall guys." The priestess looked up and down at Sen's height and showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"That's not what I meant!" Mori shouted at the giggling priestess, then gave a thoughtful look. "That northerner... gives me a very strange feeling."

The priestess waited for her next words.

Mori thought for a moment, then gestured with his hands in front of his chest, making a strange hand gesture with five fingers on his left hand and four fingers on his right hand interlaced. "He gives me the feeling... a bit like a mother."

"Mother?" The young priestess was stunned at first, then frightened. "You mean, our mother?"

"Who else could it be?" Sen lowered his voice, his tone serious. "You know, as a saint, when I talk to my mother, I do have a certain...unique intuition."

"I don't know. I always thought you got your status as a saint through the backdoor."

"..." Sen glared at his friend and continued, "When I meditate in the temple, I often feel that my mother's statue is watching me, whispering to me, and conveying...some information to me."

When the young priestess heard the saint mention "mother", she stopped giggling and made an identical hand-interlaced gesture in front of her chest.

Sen thought for a moment and continued:
"Just now, when I saw that northerner, he happened to glance at me, and when our eyes met..."

Having said this, Sen thought for a moment, then nodded with certainty, "The feeling that gaze gave me was exactly the same as the feeling of my mother's statue looking at me."

As she spoke, she unconsciously adopted the tone she used when praying in the temple. Her voice became ethereal, devout and focused. "I am God's chosen saint. My feelings cannot be wrong."

"A Northerner? Makes you feel like a mother?!" The young priestess looked shocked and confused. "Then why were you so scared when you first saw him?"

Mori shook his head and walked towards the accident scene thoughtfully.

When she entered the Haoyue Newspaper office and saw the dead, but still huge and hideous fleshy plant, she pointed at the plant corpse and asked the priestess beside her:

"Are you scared?"

The young priestess said with a righteous expression, "For the sake of the temple and my mother, we will not fear any evil!"

"Stop shaking your legs if you dare."

"..."

Mori crossed his arms in front of his chest, five on the left and four on the right, making a prayer gesture. “When I first saw that Northlander, I felt the same way you did when you saw this plant.”

"Scared?" The priestess was shocked, yet puzzled. "But shouldn't a mother's gaze be compassionate and warm?"

"...It's hard for me to describe that feeling." Sen recalled carefully and shook his head. "That person's eyes really made me feel the same warmth as my mother's, but at the same time..."

Mori shuddered at the thought. "It also contains the ultimate evil and coldness."

"I'm increasingly suspicious that you're delusional." The priestess looked at Sen with suspicion. "You're saying that an ordinary Northerner not only makes you feel like a mother, but also scares you?!"

Sen was originally very confident in his judgment, but after hearing what his friend said, he began to waver and wondered if he was influenced by other things at the time.

She looked shaken.

"Now that you mention it, I'm not so sure..."

My friend was a decisive person, and when he saw Sen hesitate, he took action immediately.

She first greeted the fellow monks, and then asked a Public Security Bureau agent about the situation and location of "that northerner".

Then she ran back quickly, grabbed Sen, who was still in a daze, and ran out of the building.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing!"

"Since you're not sure, why not just take another look?"

"Ah? Ah!"

Upon hearing her friend's words, the young temple saint's first reaction was inappropriate - how presumptuous was this?

But then, a hint of curiosity arose in Sen's heart.

Not only out of curiosity, but also out of vigilance as a temple saint—

It would be fine if the feeling just now was just an illusion.

But if it wasn't an illusion, then she had to take action.

The Temple must purify all evil that walks the earth.

This was the common sense she learned on the first day she became a priestess.

That northerner... could he be evil?

Thinking of this, Sen no longer hesitated, but followed his friend and ran out of the building.

She tried to move her legs to catch up with her companion, but when she ran out of the office building, she was still more than ten meters behind her friend.

By the time she ran to the car panting, her friend had been looking into the car for a long time. When she heard Sen's footsteps, the priestess withdrew her gaze from the car with a strange look on her face.

"What did you see?" she asked nervously.

"...You must have been hallucinating before." The priestess's mouth twitched, and she looked like she didn't know where to start.

She leaned sideways: "Look for yourself."

Sen took two steps forward, stood on tiptoe and took a peek into the car...

……

There was a slight snoring sound coming from the carriage.

Lin Wang leaned his head against the carriage, snoring softly, sleeping soundly.

That feeling of looking down from a high vantage point, the motherly gaze, and the bone-chilling fear... seemed as if they had never existed before.

Just a touch of funny.

And the embarrassment that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

"Maybe the abnormal evil aura before affected your judgment!" The priestess comforted Sen.

"How embarrassing..." Sen muttered, her face flushed. She wanted to turn around and leave, but before she left, she looked up at Lin Wang in disbelief. "This northerner just got attacked by Anomaly 46, and now he can still sleep so soundly?"

"Who knows... maybe it's because he's from the North."

"People in the North are just generous."

(End of this chapter)