Glorious God Throne

“Adams…”

“Adams…”

Deep within the soul, some voice was echoing repeatedly.

“Adams…”

…Who was that?

He seemed to have forgotten many things.

“Adams…”

…No, I remember now, this is my name! It’s me! Who’s calling me?

As this bit of lingering consciousness awakened from the obscure darkness, more memories were gradually aroused.

— He had already died, as it should have been.

— On that night drenched by heavy rain, the whole family was together.

It was the arrival of another person that gave fate a different direction, and also awakened his lingering consciousness from obscurity.

— The fire of revenge burned fiercely!

— He willingly entrusted everything of himself to this person, he praised him with the last remaining of his soul!

— He was the god in his heart who redeemed everything!

When this trace of lingering consciousness awakened again in the new world, it was summoned by the holder in the form of a soul shadow. He helped the holder realize the judgment he wanted.

Then, he gained freedom.

He roamed freely in this world, gradually being crushed and extinguished by the tight physical laws of the world. Familiar darkness descended again, and he was about to fall into eternal slumber.

— This world with zero mysteriousness temporarily could not allow his existence. Complete dissipation was his destined fate.

Until a familiar and intimate aura suddenly appeared. That aura called to him from afar, attracting him…

This trace of consciousness, so weak it was almost about to be destroyed the next second, moved by the attraction in its instinct —

At the end of the alley stood the dim inn, its yellow light illuminating the indelible blood red on the ground.

As if suddenly entering an independent space, the tight physical laws of the non-magic world were blocked outside. This last remaining soul no longer felt the crushing and extinguishing of the world’s great laws, but instead felt the warmth and comfort of a fish entering the sea.

He felt the familiar aura of home.

Similarly, he also sensed the aura of the holder.

He seemed to have stepped into the realm of “God”.

This made this trace of consciousness, covered by bloody memories, calm down from the madness that was about to go out of control, becoming quiet and docile.

“Oh my, oh my, look what I’ve found? A small attempt, and there’s an unexpected harvest?”

It seemed an invisible hand caught him and turned him over to examine, he sensed the gaze of “God”, which made this trace of consciousness tremble with excitement from within.

“Nightmares, indeed not as simple as they seem on the surface…”

Then, that invisible hand gently flicked him. Like flicking a wisp of breeze, a marble.

“Go, do what you want to do, and also what I want you to do.”

“— Little guy, you understand.”

It seemed as if a wind passed through the inn, the light overhead suddenly flickered once. Li Fufeng, who was taking photos, abruptly looked up.

But he didn’t notice anything.

Li Fufeng’s eyes were filled with intense confusion and bewilderment.

“What’s wrong?” Liu Ningshuang beside him was startled by his sudden movement, and also looked around.

“No, nothing, maybe I’m overthinking…” Just as he said this, Li Fufeng’s words stopped. He felt this dialogue was somewhat familiar, as if it had happened not long ago?

Quickly, he searched out the corresponding memory in his mind.

It was when the kidnapping case happened, they were searching the milk tea shop at the airport together. At that time, he also had a strange feeling, always feeling like someone in the shop was watching him, but later he just thought he was overthinking.

Later events proved that his premonition at that time was real.

Thinking of this, Li Fufeng couldn’t simply say “it’s nothing, just a momentary illusion” like before. Perhaps he really had some special aptitude?

He frowned and spoke. “I feel something’s not right.”

Liu Ningshuang had also experienced the milk tea shop incident last time, and was inwardly amazed at Li Fufeng’s intuition. Hearing him say this, her heart immediately started racing, and she looked around more frequently. “Surely there isn’t really something wrong with this place? It’s from another world after all, it’s normal to have supernatural powers. Especially since two people died here…”

“To be precise, it should be three,” Yin Xubai suddenly corrected seriously.

“…According to the information we’ve gathered from the traces we just examined, there should have been a family of three living here. Besides this couple, there was also a child, a boy no more than ten years old.”

His emotionless narration inexplicably made people’s hearts go cold. “According to the diary page fragments I found in the storage room, this little boy’s name was Adams.”

“…Judging from the living traces, he had been living here for a long time, with no signs of leaving. And if the murders happened on a rainy night, such a young child wouldn’t have been playing outside, logically deducing, he should have been in the inn at that time.”

“— But there are only two adult corpses in the hotel. There are no traces of this little boy at all. No corpse, and no traces of him escaping either.”

“— It’s as if he vanished into thin air that day.”

“Stop, stop!” Liu Ningshuang quickly interrupted him. Heaven knows she had always been fearless since childhood, seemingly afraid of nothing, but particularly feared these ghostly things. “Report these findings later, it’s not my responsibility, and I don’t want to know anything about a little boy.”

Although she had stopped Yin Xubai from continuing, the words she had already heard were beyond Liu Ningshuang’s control, repeatedly replaying in her ears.

For a moment, scenes from various horror movies she had watched before flashed through her mind. Liu Ningshuang felt very uneasy.

She glanced at the two corpses not far away, and Yin Xubai crouching in front of them with a fanatical expression, quickly averting her gaze and shifting her attention elsewhere.

At this moment, she noticed a palm-sized black rectangular object in a long crack split in the wooden reception desk. It seemed as if someone had casually thrown it on the reception desk, and it had happened to get stuck in this crack.

Curious, Liu Ningshuang reached out with her gloved hand, intending to take out this rectangular object.

Accidentally, her finger pressed a little too hard, seeming to hit a soft key on it.

With a “click”, a faint light lit up on the opposite wall.

The old TV they had taken for decoration suddenly lit up, its screen filled with static.

“Oh, it’s a TV remote…” Liu Ningshuang realized.

Just as she was about to press the button again to turn it off, a clear, articulate voice suddenly came from behind her.

On the static-filled TV screen, a scene had appeared at some point. A host with a dignified and delicate appearance stood in front of a backdrop, speaking in a clear, articulate voice.

[…Once again, we remind all citizens to be cautious. The serial killer ‘K’, responsible for thirteen lives, is highly likely to have infiltrated our city…]

[We hope all citizens will protect themselves, and report immediately if they notice anything…]

Everyone in the inn had now gathered in the lobby, looking at the TV screen with puzzled and confused gazes.

An intangible chill surged in their hearts.

— There shouldn’t be any signal here!

The young host seriously gazed at everyone in front of the screen, and everyone in front of the screen stood in shock.

[The characteristics of the serial killer ‘K’ are: medium build leaning towards thin, about 1.82 meters tall, likes to appear on rainy nights, carrying a special weapon disguised as a black umbrella…]

“Could this be an aftereffect of the space-time distortion?” Looking at this TV that was actually broadcasting news from another world, everyone felt both horrified and absurd, but couldn’t help making some guesses, and became excited, “It’s actually information about K, quickly write it down!”

On the screen, the host’s voice continued: [Fond of seeking lodging in the name of a traveler, then cruelly murdering the hosts…] As she spoke on, the smile on her face became more and more obvious.

As she uttered each word, the host’s body unconsciously leaned forward more and more, until finally, her face was pressed against the screen: [—Everyone, have you remembered clearly?]

This voice was as gentle as a whisper.

“Remembered clearly…” Liu Ningshuang, who was lowering her head to record, responded instinctively. In the next second, she suddenly realized who this clear, articulate voice belonged to.

Liu Ningshuang froze completely!

The others around her had the same reaction.

They stood like a group of motionless puppets, raising their heads in unison with dazed looks.

On the old TV screen, a face pressed so tightly against the screen it was almost distorted slowly broke into a smile at them, its lips as red as if smeared with fresh blood:

[Just. Remember. It.]

That mouth, seemingly stained red with blood, slowly widened.

[— Find him!]

[— Find him!!]

[— Find him!!!]

…..

Everyone was startled!

Li Fufeng lunged forward, but before he could act, the screen emitted a burst of static noise and returned to flickering snow, as if everything just now had been their imagination.

The atmosphere in the inn almost froze.

The flickering light from the snowy TV screen illuminated the rigid faces, like a row of cold wax figures.

Until a “bang” sound woke everyone from this suffocating atmosphere.

A vase on the windowsill in the corner crashed heavily to the ground.

— Just now, someone standing near this window, examining clues, had been startled and made too violent a movement, sweeping the entire vase down.

Broken porcelain scattered everywhere, along with deep red roses, their petals still bearing water droplets.

This scattered deep red seemed to blend with the blood red on the floor, dyeing the entire inn red.

Everyone heard a long exhale.

****

The scattered deep red roses on the ground were like a spread of blood red. Suddenly, a hand appeared, gently caressing the roses. Each rose petal seemed to vie to kiss his fingertips.

The owner of the hand gathered the scattered roses bunch by bunch, returning them to the clumsy girl opposite.

“Thank you, thank you!” The girl, hurrying on her way, took the flowers and finally looked up at this kind person, repeatedly expressing her thanks.

“You’re welcome.”

The young man who had returned the flowers smiled slightly, his flaxen hair soft and relaxed, revealing a pair of eyes as gentle as spring water. His smile was more charming than the spring breeze.

“Flowers have consciousness too, you should take good care of them.”

“Yes, yes…” The girl was momentarily stunned, completely immersed in those eyes more clear and encompassing than the sky.

By the time she came to her senses, that figure had already disappeared.

Only the red roses in her arms seemed to have become three times more vibrant.

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