"So... Sodro..."
When he was about to say a certain word, he suddenly lowered his head and saw a stream of blood gushing out of the sand beneath his feet.
The blood was first rich red, and then dyed lightning-like silvery white. Femma Bach finally stopped.
He pinched his lips with his right hand, and his whole body disintegrated into ashes bit by bit.
"How long are you going to hide for?"
The lady tilted her head slightly and stared at the pile of squirming organs, flesh and blood in front of her. Even though the stench filled the sky, she did not make any extra movements. She just stood there, carrying her suitcase, as if the entire space was exposed to a single film. Under glasses.
boom! boom! boom!
As soon as she finished speaking, her internal organs soaked in blood suddenly exploded. The bursting pieces of flesh and blood rained into the dark sky and dripped on the sand. The next second, deformed bodies full of lust and evolved from evil organs appeared. The monster crawled out from inside.
call......
"In the myth of the original creation, it was once described that the Twelve Nights, and at the beginning of the third night, the black snake tempted Adam and Eve and tasted the forbidden fruit, thus giving Eve the power of pleasure."
"The great prophet Plato once told the ancestors of the Sodros family that the third night lasted for 751 years. At the end of the third night, Eve and Adam ended happily, stole one-third of the power of Death again, and finally escaped. "
As she spoke, she lightly opened the lock of the brown suitcase. The cold wind swirled around her, and countless scarlet eyes flickered inside the gap, as if they were about to spread out.
At this moment, those deformed monsters seemed to smell the smell of joy. They waved their separated arms, deformed and mutilated calves, and held up their bald heads that were constantly leaking pus, and rushed towards the lady.
The lady wearing the monocle paused and uttered an ancient Hermetic phrase.
"dark!"
As the ancient Hermetic language was spoken, the scarlet eyes in the dark brown box slowly closed as if receiving some kind of order.
At this moment, the sky suddenly changed, and all the light dimmed and disappeared, revealing the ultimate depression.
In the extreme darkness, strong winds blew, and ferocious eyes as big as a steam locomotive appeared and disappeared from the void in less than a second!
Click!
A crisp sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded, and cracks appeared in the darkness behind. White light emerged from the cracks, shining on the distorted monsters.
In an instant, one scarlet eye after another covered their whole body, and their heads kept twisting, their bodies trembled, and their evil organs quickly sunk, and white bones broke out!
"break!"
boom--
The huge black curtain suddenly shattered, like a mirror, and the next second the entire sand returned to normal.
The crimson moonlight once again covered the earth with a thin scarlet gauze. This place was no longer out of the ordinary, including the lady carrying a brown box and wearing a monocle. She also disappeared, leaving only the fine sand and mud blown by the cold wind.
.........
Faslanka, No. 6 Mink Street, second floor of a single-family house!
At 8:18 in the morning, the ruby-like illusory disk slowly jumped up from the horizon. The flickering light penetrated the transparent glass of the oriel window and shined directly into the entire bedroom, dispelling the last remaining gloom of the night.
The black suitcase was placed aside, and Wei Nasen was standing next to the elm mirror, carefully examining himself in the mirror.
The woolen coat, gray vest, and trousers worn by Mies, coupled with a touch of melancholy, made the young man who was about to go to St. Honavitch University look much more respectable.
"This world is really a competition. On the one hand, we have to maintain the subtlety of a gentleman, and on the other hand, we have to maintain decent etiquette. I miss China a little bit..." Suddenly, he sighed in a low voice, shook his head and laughed.
After exhaling, Weinerson walked to the wooden bed. He bent his back slightly, lifted up the pillow, inserted his right hand into the cushion underneath, groped for a while, and found a bulging place.
When he retracted his right hand, there were seven or eight more ink-colored banknotes in his palm, as well as a letter.
This was what Eileen quietly came in and put down at 5 o'clock in the morning. It was the entire family's apparent savings, including her living expenses for the week. Among them, there were only four 1-gold notes, and the rest were five-farthing notes.
"Irene gave me the money, what should she do with her own life these days?"
With a huge sum of more than 100 pounds in my pocket, I really couldn't bear it, but I couldn't take out the money directly. This would frighten Eileen. She would definitely feel that the youngest brother in the family had done something wrong. Good thing.
As his thoughts raced, Weinerson smoothed the mattress on the bed, took out three one-pound notes from the pile of gold pounds and placed them on top, then covered the pillow again.
After doing all this, he put the remaining banknotes into the inner pocket of his vest, picked up the suitcase, and walked quickly to the door.
Da da da......
The footsteps changed from fast to slow as he reached the door of the room. Just when he was about to step out, he finally stopped.
Weinerson stood by the door, his body like a straight javelin.
If I go to school like this, will I encounter a similar accident like before again on the way? After all, I have been targeted by various secret organizations. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. It is not a bad thing to be careful.
After pondering for a moment, Weinerson returned to the desk, opened the drawer of the wooden desk, and took out the revolver with a shiny copper luster.
Path of God 9 The extraordinary ability of the spiritual master not only consumes mental power, but also drains the spiritual energy.
Apart from the slippery tentacle in my mental body that has no purpose, I can launch up to three attacks. This is to ensure death in three hits. If I encounter two or more enemies, the consequences are completely unimaginable. .
Weinerson looked at the heavy revolver in his hand, rubbed the cold metal wheel, stuffed the pistol into the pocket of his woolen coat, clenched the handle of the gun in his palm, and pressed the trigger tightly with his finger.
At certain times, a pistol is indeed better to use than extraordinary powers, and from a public perspective, it can be a good self-defense weapon and a powerful enough deterrent!
An unprecedented sense of security suddenly emerged. This time, Weinerson did not look back. He held the suitcase in his left hand and put his right hand in his pocket. He confidently stepped out of the room. The wooden door seemed to be driven by some force. Usually, it snaps shut immediately...
"Fruit, fresh fruit."
"Fresh fish from the Baltic Sea, only 5p."
"Oyster soup, drink oyster soup..."
After coming down from the single-family house, Weinerson did not go directly to the steam train platform, but circled back to the black brick road where Frank's apartment was before, listening to the familiar hawking sounds of the mobile vendors.
They sell vegetables, fruits, or cooked food, many of which are deceitful and deceptive. Of course, most of their targets are travelers from other places.
What a lively day!
Weinerson smelled the special smell of stench and fragrance. This time he didn't feel sick again. Maybe it was because he was used to this world and the special melody of the bottom of the kingdom, or maybe it was because he was about to leave.
He held the gun handle in his pocket firmly with his left hand and carried the box with his right hand. Still in a slightly bent posture, he lowered his head and walked through the noisy streets. It took about 20 minutes to arrive at Mink Street and Artisan Street. The square where they meet.
After several days of construction, the Narsindel Divination Club has been established in the square. Many diviners wearing black robes and round pointed hats entered the club.
Among the shadowy crowd, there are many well-dressed gentlemen, who come out alone or with young and beautiful girls in their hands.
I heard that being a fortune teller is very profitable. You only need to use your words to earn at least 2 pounds per week. If you are a well-known fortune teller, you can even earn 10 pounds per week. This is simply a huge profit.
It's a pity that I'm a spiritualist and don't know anything about divination or anything like that, otherwise I'd want to give it a try.
Sighing lightly, his eyes moved slightly, and he immediately walked towards the North Cross District.
In the Northern District of Fasranka, there is not only the steam train platform, but also Fasranka's largest red light district and black bars. Compared with other urban areas, the Northern Cross District is undoubtedly the most chaotic urban-suburban junction.
Weinersen carried the box and walked on a road that was wide enough to accommodate the Reston Bridge. He listened to the sound of the turbulent water of the Rhine River and looked at the rows of bronze street lamps not far apart on both sides of the road.
Because he was under surveillance before, he didn't pay close attention to things. Now when he took a closer look, he found that each lamp post was decorated with a curly grass-like decoration. The lamp base was surrounded by a grid of metal glass spheres. The overall look was... It is a very classical "artwork".
Stepping on the road covered by the morning sun, Weinerson got off the bridge while sightseeing. He stopped at the intersection and waited for the arrival of the public carriage.
Public carriages in the Kingdom of Ghent are generally divided into two types, trackless carriages and tracked carriages.
Trackless carriages are usually pulled by four horses and do not have specific stops. They will plan their own routes and operate flexibly. If you see them on the roadside, if you need to ride, you only need to wave your hand.
The tramcars are invested and operated by the tramcar companies, similar to the public trams that Weinerson rode in China. They have rail devices. Although the cost of construction is high, the ride price is much lower.
Generally speaking, rail carriages can carry more passengers than trackless carriages. Because the wheels slide on the track, it is easier and less labor-intensive, so they can pull larger double-decker carriages. The only criticism is that the routes and stops are fixed, which is not as good as Trackless carriages are flexible.
It is at least 2 pence cheaper to walk from Mink Street to Reston Bridge and then take a public carriage than to take a public carriage directly from Mink Street. I am not so extravagant as to waste 2 pence of my financial resources.
After about ten minutes, the sound of wheels rubbing against the track came from far to near, and a double-decker carriage stopped in front of the station under Reston Bridge.
"To North Cross, Warrior Street."
"Sir, are you going to catch the steam train? It will take about ten minutes." The coachman looked at the black suitcase in Weinerson's hand and quickly explained and replied.
"That's right."
"Come on, sir, 6 pence." The conductor who was responsible for collecting money next to the coachman said with his hand.
"Okay." Weinerson took out 5 copper pennies from his pocket and handed them to the other party.
He pressed his hat, stepped onto the carriage, and sat firmly in the first row by the window.
Generally speaking, the men and women who take the public carriage from 7 to 8 o'clock are mostly middle class or people who are about to enter the middle class. Most of them are sitting in formal clothes, and some are leisurely reading newspapers, but there is almost no sound. The car can be said to be quite quiet.
Weinerson closed his eyes and rested his mind. He put one of his legs on the suitcase to prevent others from stealing it.
The public carriage stopped like this one after another, and as if in his thoughts, he heard the word "North Cross District".
