Nightmare Light

Chapter 50: Fog Tribe

Lin Wang walked into the cell.

The moment he entered, he suddenly felt his body sink and the circulation of his mental power slowed down a lot.

It was obvious - the defenses of this cell were much more complicated than they appeared.

Looking at the flickering lights on the surrounding walls, Lin Wang realized that—

Although the Light Chasers were facing financial difficulties, they still did their best to strengthen the defense of this cell.

This Mist Clan member... is very important.

Lin Wang pondered over it, and then looked curiously at the room and the people of the Mist Tribe in it.

The room was empty, with nothing in it except a sink, a food tray, a toilet, and a thin bed in the corner.

There was a book and some clothes at the head of the bed.

The sound of Lin Wang's footsteps as he entered the cell did not interrupt the Mist Clan member. The latter just looked up slightly, then lowered his head to concentrate on his own affairs.

He was lying on the ground with a focused look on his face, holding something in his hand, and concentrating on painting on the ground.

Lin Wang moved closer and saw that what he was holding in his hand was a ball of black and red cloth, and the gap in the hem of his prison uniform proved the origin of the cloth.

And the source of the pigment... Lin Wang glanced at his arm - there were more than a dozen gaps on the arm of the Mist Clan man, some of which had scabbed over, and some were still bright red.

Lin Wang glanced outside the cage.

"When he first started chewing himself, we tried to stop him, but it was no use. Even when tied up, he would still turn part of himself into mist and slip out of the shackles."

Old Joe's voice sounded a little helpless: "Later, we realized that he would not stop painting, but we didn't want him to hurt himself, so we gave him a bottle of red paint, but he only used his own blood."

"Later, when we realized how quickly he healed, we stopped trying to stop him."

Lin Wang understood.

He nodded, walked aside, and sat on the Mist Clan member's bed in a carefree and even somewhat impolite manner.

With a tall figure, he made a squeaking sound when he sat on the steel pipe bed.

He deliberately grabbed the Mist Clan member's blanket and threw it casually into the corner, then picked up the other person's book and flipped through it roughly, making a rustling sound.

"Why would Brother Lin do this?" Old Qiao frowned in confusion. "He knew full well that the Mist Tribe member would ignore him."

"Destructive interrogation, don't you even understand this? Oh, right, you're from the military... Sheriffs often use this tactic."

Tian Taozi said nonchalantly, in a matter-of-fact tone: "Before the interrogation, the sheriffs will deliberately use a bad attitude to try to anger the suspect."

"Deliberately make the suspect lose his mind and make him respond irrationally?" Old Joe understood.

"Yes, that's it... Hey, wait a minute?" Tian Taozi was stunned, frowning and tilting her head, her tone confused. "But Lin Wang is not a sheriff... How can he know this?"

Just as the two were confused, Lin Wang had already finished reading the book in the cell.

It's more of a notebook than a book.

The text printed on it has turned yellow and hard, and it looks extremely old. A rough read reveals that it is an ancient story from the Three Emperors period, telling the love story between a noblewoman from the Candle tribe and a commoner from the Mist tribe.

And above the main text—everywhere you look, you can see patterns scribbled roughly and randomly with black and red blood, as well as other strange pigments, and meaningless, chaotic lines...

And a strange font - it was a modified text that looked very much like the text used by the federals, but with a lot of changes in some radicals and the order of some words.

It looks like a patient who has not graduated from elementary school but has schizophrenia, who created a unique text in his own way in the hospital.

Lin Wang carefully scanned the chaotic, chaotic writing for a moment—a habit he adopted as a counselor: most of his patients' scribblings contained their most pressing concerns and hidden motives. "Dig the tower! Dig the tower!"

"That tower leads underground and up to the sky!"

"Home, home!"

"Where is the way home? Where is it!"

"Dig through this world!"

The word mentioned most in this book is "home"...

Whose home is it? His? Theirs?
From the Fog Tribe? Or from the Dawn and Dusk?

Lin Wang was thinking in his mind while looking at the Mist Clan member on the ground (he had changed to a squatting position now), and a plan gradually came into his mind.

He walked up to the Mist Clan member, squatted down facing him, and looked at him without saying a word for several minutes.

Outside the cell, Old Qiao was a little anxious: "What do you think Lin Wang is doing? He was so offensive just now, why is he so motionless now?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Lin Wang is super smart, he will definitely find a way!" Tian Taozi said carelessly.

"You're usually so impatient, how come you're so patient today...Give me some peanuts."

Old Joe took a few peanuts, opened them and put them in his mouth, but after a while, he gradually lost his patience.

But just as he was about to speak, they saw Lin Wang suddenly stand up, lean close to the Mist Clan member's ear, and whisper a few words.

Old Joe whispered, "This won't work... The Mist Tribe doesn't communicate with humans at all... You have to use a different method."

But Lin Wang in the cage did not hear his voice. He only said one more sentence after seeing that the people of the Mist Tribe had no reaction.

The Mist Tribe members remained motionless.

Lin Wang waited for a few more seconds. Seeing that the other party had no response, he stood up and sat back on the bed.

"It really doesn't work..." Old Joe sighed, "Although I didn't expect it to work, after all..."

"What are you talking about! Lin Wang is so awesome!" Tian Taozi glared at Lao Qiao, then suddenly reached out and snatched half of the peanuts from Lao Qiao's hand, "I won't give them to you anymore!"

Old Qiao lowered his head, looking at the four or five peanuts left in his hand, his expression aggrieved: "...But that Mist Tribe member really didn't say anything!"

call!
Suddenly, the member of the Mist Clan turned his head abruptly, his eyes red as he stared at Lin Wang.

A hoarse sound, like metallic friction, came out from the depths of his throat and echoed in the cell.

"How dare you slander my Lord!"

The sudden behavior of the Mist People was really beyond people's expectations.

No one thought that Lin Wang could completely infuriate the Mist Clan member by just whispering a few words in his ear, causing him to break down and even become a little hysterical.

"How did he do that?" Old Joe muttered, looking at the cell.

"I..." Tian Taozi shook her head, suddenly turned around and glared at him, snatching the other peanuts from his hand, "I don't understand either!"

"..."

Just as the two were fighting over the peanuts, they saw Lin Wang suddenly smile.

He leaned over, approached the Mist Clan member, and smiled, "Have you finished drawing the magic circle?"

(End of this chapter)