Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 219 SAN Value

The ruins of an orphanage.

Rebecca frantically searched the inner floors.

Perhaps she herself did not realize it, but her rationality was gradually being lost, and the thinking that a law enforcement officer should have was going astray.

At this moment, Rebecca only wanted to find the real culprit in the hanging corpse case; she had no other thoughts.

Just a few minutes ago she was thinking about what was happening outside, but now she had completely put it all out of her mind.

"get out!"

She kicked open every door and pierced through every closet that looked big enough to hold an adult with her combination short blades.

Her figure moved between floors, and even the broken staircase could not stop her.

The torrential rain outside relentlessly pounded against the dilapidated building, water seeping through the broken roof and dripping in from every crack. Soon, Rebecca's black trench coat was soaked through.

But she didn't stop.

And the sound that lingered in her ears never stopped.

……

"It seems this isn't the first time you've encountered a case like this. Before this, you must have seen some... some things that can't be explained by common sense, right?"

“I’ve seen people like you. Many young children in the village have gone through this stage, and only a small percentage of them survive to adulthood… Do you want to hear about your own fate?”

"You pathetic self-proclaimed righteous people have no idea what the true nature of this world is. Your fragile souls are more easily broken than dry straw. For you, there are some things in this world that, with just one glance, are enough to crush everything you know. Pathetic people, hateful people!"

"Madness will be your final fate. Once you have completely lost your mind, everything in the Shadow World will be able to easily enter your body, and you will be forever plunged into darkness."

"Hahaha... Mr. Raven, my respected teacher, please accept my sincerest gratitude. You have saved my soul."

"Now, let the students act as teachers and crush this filthy, lowly city!"

"I will offer you the head of the Visionary. Your great work will be accomplished, and shadows will fill every corner of this world. I eagerly await that day."

Sansa's voice faded into the distance; she seemed to have fallen into her own world of madness, completely immersed in it and unable to extricate herself.

As a result, no one could understand what she said afterward.

It was like a proverb in some heretical language, or like some meaningless murmur or delirium.

……

Rebecca's body was completely soaked with rain and sweat.

Her eyes had lost their usual determination and composure, leaving only unease and fear.

The inexplicable phenomena began to shatter her established worldview layer by layer, to the point of being irreparable.

This situation had actually occurred as early as the town of Icom, but Rebecca interpreted it as mere fear.

However, the invasion of the shadows cannot be explained simply by fear.

Every night, every time I close my eyes.

Karl's mangled body, the white shadow in the desolate mountains of Ickham, and the figures of the children who dismembered and ate Walker were haunting nightmares that bound and coiled around Rebecca's thoughts like a python, slowly crushing her remaining sanity.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

All these thoughts ultimately boiled down to one thing: to shoot Sansa, who was hiding in the darkness.

This was Rebecca's only thought at that moment.

……

The young female law enforcement officer is on the verge of collapse.

Even fragmented memories from her childhood gradually surfaced in her mind; she saw her family members whom she hadn't seen for many years, but she couldn't make out their faces.

She heard her master Nero's earnest teachings from the past, but the next second she looked up and found that Nero's face was covered in bruises.

She saw Milo carrying her as they escaped from the abandoned patient shelter, pursued by countless twisted and grotesque corpses.

She also saw her black cat, Marshall, perched on one leg of her office desk, its wide green eyes staring intently at her. ...

Rebecca's body began to tremble slightly.

She felt very cold, a bone-chilling cold, as if she were in an ice cave.

The strange weapons and flintlock muskets in his hands also became incredibly heavy.

A mix of emotions began to fill Rebecca's heart.

Resentment, sadness, and pain.

She wailed loudly.

The horrific sounds echoed through the orphanage for a long time...

……

After a long while, she slowly began to raise her arm.

He then pressed the muzzle of the flintlock musket against his own neck.

A powerful thought compels her to end it all.

It was as if some whisper was constantly echoing in her ears, enticing and coaxing her, telling her that as long as she pulled the trigger, all these painful memories would disappear completely.

……

...

Just as Rebecca's trembling finger was about to pull the trigger.

Boom! ! !
A loud bang came from the floor below.

The next instant, all the images that appeared in Rebecca's mind shrank rapidly, as if they had been pulled out of her mind by something.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a black shadow rushing towards her from below the broken staircase!

Rebecca instinctively dodged, rolling on the floor covered in sawdust and shards of glass before slamming her back against the wall to regain her balance.

He then raised his flintlock musket and pulled the trigger at the attacker without the slightest hesitation!
Bang! !

Sparks shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

As the smoke dissipated.

The bullet pierced the attacker's torso with perfect accuracy, causing the attacker's body to shudder violently.

But what was chilling was that the shadow that had been shot only paused for half a second before roaring and charging toward Rebecca again!

Rebecca flung aside the musket, disarmed the combination blades with a backhand, and charged forward with both short blades in hand.

Just before the collision, she tightened her core muscles and performed a perfect somersault in the air, pinning the short blade precisely to the opponent's shoulder joint!
Even so, the opponent still swung his hand back and swept Rebecca, who had not yet landed, away.

She let out a muffled groan and nearly fell from the seven- or eight-meter-high atrium, but fortunately managed to grab onto a broken wooden plank.

But the exposed nails on the wooden board pierced through her palm.

……

The attacker slowly turned around, bit off the short blade fixed to its shoulder joint, and spat it down to the floor below.

At this moment, Rebecca finally saw what the attacker looked like.

The black shadow before her was the Shroud Man she and Milo had encountered a few months ago at the patient asylum…

...

In an instant, all the chaotic emotions that had filled her mind vanished.

Rebecca was covered in wounds.

But from that moment on, her gaze regained its usual sharpness, like that of a hawk.

(End of this chapter)