Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 628 Arm
In the end, Milo still took Daisy's hand.

He was able to capture some subtle messages from the depths of Daisy's soul through the Eye of Thinking, but at the same time, he inevitably made Daisy "relive" that terrible night in the storage room.

Her palms became ice-cold.

But there was no sign of discomfort on her face, and she even asked Milo:

Can you feel it?

After ending the dream, Milo immediately released Daisy's hand. At this moment, he not only did not get the answer he wanted, but his mind was filled with even more doubts than before.

"How could this be?"

In the dream-induced illusion, Milo's perspective should indeed be Daisy's.

However, she is blind, and her way of "seeing" the world is different from that of ordinary people. Her Eye of Thought provides her with more diverse perspectives and can even discern the truth behind the order of time. However, in her dream state, Milo experiences endless darkness and extreme pain.

In that state, Daisy seemed to have all her senses shut down.

She cannot see, hear, or even know whether she is in a cold or hot environment, nor does she have the omniscient perspective of the Eye of Thinking.

That was still an extremely desperate and suffocating situation.

Before that, Daisy seemed to have suffered some terrible plunder.

It seems that the Eye of Thinking had been forcibly ripped from her and killed; it was the Eye of Thinking that had been practically rooted deep within her soul. It's unimaginable how she survived and maintained her will under such a degree of pain...

...

In this near-death state, the only information Daisy could receive from the outside world was the tactile sensation transmitted through her palm in the darkness.

She touched something cold and rough.

That thing should have been alive, but it is now completely dead, and you can even feel its heavy death aura just by touching it.

That thing was a human hand.

But it was too cold, as if it had been dead for millions of years and had just been released from a bottomless ice cave, colder and more piercing than the surrounding darkness.

……

In the dream-guided message, Milo remembered Daisy making a certain gesture.

She struggled in the darkness, moving her broken body forward until she embraced that cold arm.

She held that arm tightly with both of her hands.

At the elbow of the arm, one can clearly feel the shattered flesh and exposed, sharp broken bone...

That was a severed arm.

However, this was the only part Daisy could find in the darkness...

...

No one knows what happened in that darkness, nor what Daisy went through.

In despair, she remained in that position, clutching the cold, severed arm, motionless...

...

In the world today, Daisy's little hand, which Milo had let go of, took Milo's hand again.

She didn't speak, but simply made a very simple gesture.

Daisy hugged Milo's arm, then looked up at Milo without saying a word.

It was probably in the instant Daisy looked up that Milo fully understood.

He looked down at the gruesome cracks on the back of his hand. Now, Milo finally understood what those rough marks on the severed arm Daisy had dragged in the darkness were.

That severed arm was Milo's own. ...

After only a brief moment of surprise, Milo's first reaction was to gently ruffle Daisy's hair:
"Don't worry, it's not that easy to die."

“Yes, look, I didn’t cry.” Daisy pointed to the strip of cloth wrapped around her face, which didn’t have a single tear stain.

“But we should make some preparations, right?” Milo thought for a moment.

He didn't ask Daisy any further about what she had seen through the Eye of Thinking, nor did he ask her about the other people. The reason was simple: when Shadow only had half an arm left, how could the other creatures possibly survive?

Under the blood moon, no one can escape, whether they are psychics, inhabitants of darkness, or even those who wield blessings like night demons or servants of the gods.

"Am I really that useless? I can't even do the one thing right, like delivering a message," Daisy whispered.

"At least you're still alive, unlike some people who end up with only half a hand." Milo made a not-so-funny joke.

“Brother will definitely win this time,” Daisy said confidently, even a little defiantly.

"This time?" Milo pondered Daisy's words.

He always felt that the child was subtly hinting at something.

Although their conversation sounds casual, no matter how Milo tries to lighten the mood, everything they "saw" during the dream-inducing phase has had a significant impact on their mindset.

“Every time!” Daisy repeated.

"Okay, okay," Milo agreed.

...

As he left the church and walked out of the prayer square, Milo finally let out a sigh.

He does want to win, but right now, he doesn't even know who he's going to beat.

What pained him most was what he personally experienced in the dream: her dragging her broken body, enduring extreme inhuman torture, groping and searching in absolute darkness.

To some extent, the memory that Milo least wanted to touch seemed to reappear once again.

This gave him the illusion that he had once again allowed Daisy to have her eyes gouged out from behind a wall.

"Damn Robben, damn raven."

"They're all fucking bastards."

Then the problem is coming.

What kind of desperate situation could leave someone already in the shadows powerless to resist?

Does only the CCD above the Shadows, as Emma described, have the right to survive? Faith plunder?
To be honest, even now, Milo still doesn't understand what the point of those so-called beliefs is. His understanding of belief is nothing more than getting a group of crazy people to serve and follow him through some means. In fact, this power does have a real impact on the person being believed in. Not to mention the combat power that is completely unquantifiable, Milo's mind and thinking have undergone some "bad" changes.

For example, standing at the scene of a fire and listening to the sound of prayers.

No one prayed for him, and he felt there was no need to help him. This was a fixed idea in his mind, and subconsciously, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

...

Am I overthinking this?

I strolled from the prayer square to the church bridge.

Milo thought a lot along the way.

He knew he was in a precarious situation, but he had not yet found a way to break it.

Just as Milo stepped onto the church bridge, a somewhat familiar voice drifted down from the mist above:

"You...can't find it?"

(End of this chapter)