Fudge Nelson staggered out of the bar alley with his briefcase under his arm.
He just completed a commission today. Since the consulting fee given by the client was very generous, he came to the bar to celebrate it in the evening.
Walking along the night streets, when passing by a narrow alley, a flash of red drifted across the corner of his eyes, attracting Fudge's attention.
Um?
A girl wearing a red and white miko costume?
Her glossy black hair is tied up with a plain white hairband. Just looking at her back, you can tell that this girl definitely belongs to the ranks of beauties.
but……
Whose little girl is this, running out to play in the middle of the night?
This is a famously chaotic neighborhood. The little girl stayed up most of the night and stayed in such a dark alley. There was a high possibility of something happening!
Fudge took a deep breath, feeling righteous in his heart, and walked towards the witch without saying a word.
"Hey, I said..."
However, before he could finish his words, the next second, what happened in front of him made his eyes widen. His drunkenness dissipated at this moment, and he collapsed to the ground as soon as his feet went weak.
Those are...the living dead!
It looked like a fragmented corpse sewn together with needles and threads, like a monster crawling out of those zombie movies, twisting and roaring as if it was trying to devour flesh and blood!
There are a lot of living dead, and there are no less than 20 monsters densely packed in the narrow alley.
These living dead were looking greedily at the witch in front of them, as if they were bewitched by something, and stretched out their hands to catch her.
…
Kikyo looked at the living dead in front of her, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.
She was supposed to die, but she was reborn from the grave and resentment, and then came to this place inexplicably, a place full of weird things.
She didn't feel the evil spirit here, but the death energy was unusually strong.
The souls collected by the dead soul insects are enough to survive for a long time.
Because here, people die every day.
And there are quite a few.
And the living dead in front of me...
She always felt like something was wrong.
It was as if someone else's soul was forcibly inserted into the corpse, and there was a sense of disobedience everywhere.
Why are these living dead here?
Who made them?
Just as Kikyo was thinking, a horrified voice came from behind.
…
"Quick...run!"
Fudge's legs were weak and he shouted tremblingly.
Next to the girl wearing a miko costume in front of her, insects with pale white and green bodies suddenly appeared, with a faint light, surrounding her body.
What is this?
He has never seen it before!
Fudge's eyes widened, and he began to wonder if he really drank too much that night.
At the same time, a long bow as tall as her body appeared in the witch's hand.
Pull the bowstring.
Whoosh!
With the sound of the air exploding, the terrifying living dead fell to the ground one by one.
It was as if it had been purified, turning into piles of black dust, which dissipated without a trace when the wind blew.
"Those..." Fudge's face turned pale, and he was mostly awake from the wine. He looked at the girl in front of him and asked with difficulty: "What are those things?"
“The corpses have souls that are not theirs, and the dead are reborn.”
The miko's words without any emotion fell lightly and she left.
Fudge got up from the ground tremblingly, turned around and rushed towards the apartment without saying a word.
He had a premonition.
This matter must be made clear to Matt Murdock immediately.
Miko and the living dead, big things are going on in Hell’s Kitchen!
…
"I said, did you drink too much?"
In front of Matt was a drunken friend who was dancing and trying to explain clearly what happened in the alley tonight. He helplessly held his forehead.
At this moment, he was sitting on a chair, with a huge relationship network diagram in front of him. If you look carefully, you can find that except for a few people on this relationship network diagram, most of them are related to the Maggia Gang. members are involved.
"Oh, that's impossible, I remember it very clearly." Fudge frowned, "I'm definitely not wrong. The dead have come back to life, and they also need that witch lady. She has spiritual power. You know spiritual power, like It’s like in the movie…”
Recalling the previous scene that made him break into a cold sweat, Fudge Nelson paused and shuddered.
"Yes, what the witch said to me was that the corpses took over the souls that did not belong to them, and then turned into the living dead. That's what she meant anyway. I didn't understand what was going on, and she left suddenly. ”
Fudge added.
"The dead...reborn?"
Matt's eyes narrowed slightly and he murmured thoughtfully.
He didn't believe in the resurrection of the dead.
In recent times, there have been a lot of people in Hell's Kitchen who have lost their shadows.
Just like the literal meaning, their shadow disappeared.
These people huddled in dark corners during the day, and only came out after the sun went down. Judging from their behavior, there didn't seem to be anything wrong.
Judging from the victim relationship network that Matt compiled during this period, all the fingers pointed at the Maggia Gang.
But now, Matt suddenly felt that the witch lady Fudge mentioned might be able to provide some clues.
A girl wearing a witch costume walked in the middle of the night, killing the living dead.
Assume Fudge is telling the truth.
Then it seems that it is necessary for him to meet this miko lady.
Matt's eyes darkened slightly, thinking in his heart.
…
"Things are really getting more and more fun."
Above the latitude of reality, from a certain void dimension space, a chuckle came out.
"It seems that the natural returners are all talented people who can cause trouble. I like them."
Tang Feng could feel his power slowly increasing bit by bit. Although the speed was not fast, he could now use this power to make some other changes.
"It's time to get ready to get involved."
"I just don't know, are these players ready?"
The smile on Tang Feng's face was extremely bright, as if he thought of something fun, his eyes lit up.
…
The second day.
Manhattan, New York, on the highway outside the city, in a taxi.
Mr. Wade Winston Wilson, who was wearing a red tights, shouted in a broken voice.
"Oh shit, I forgot my ammo pack!"
"Should we turn back?"
Dauphinde was very calm.
As a taxi driver, he has seen too many people, all kinds of people.
The guy in red tights in front of me, from some angles, they have a lot in common, especially when it comes to love.
He would love to be friends with this Deadpool brother.
