I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

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A few minutes later.

Seventy-three came in reply.

"They are not here."

The two big men downstairs looked at each other.

Not here?

Where did you go?

"Did they act?"

Fifty-six lowered his head and pondered.

Eighty-one had already ignored too much, so he picked up the hammer and walked to the hotel.

Seventy-three's slender figure emerged from the shadow, breathing slightly.

For the apostle on the agile side, the psionic value is not too much, and it is not easy to maintain a skill for a long time.

Since the opponent was not there, Seventy Three cancelled the skill and stood silently in the corner.

"There are people inside."

Seventy-three pointed to the room.

Alan was in the bed, hugging an old stuffed bear, curled up in the bed, with a contented smile on his mouth, not knowing what kind of dream he was doing.

In the darkness, the three stepped in, and Allen did not wake up from his dream.

The three stared around Allen for a while.

Eighty-one suddenly said, "Couldn't those two guys find any clues, did they rush to do the task?"

Fifty-six thought about the daytime experience.

"Green" on the TV station.

Green Town.

Green Festival.

Kill Green.

Although the three of them are good at killing people, they are not good at solving mysteries.

Unfortunately, this trial seems to be the type they are least good at.

"trouble."

Seventy-three complained coldly.

As the leader of the three-person team, fifty-six, but suddenly smiled: "It's okay, just go find them. Since it is a team task, unity, isn't it normal?"

Eighty-one raised his chin and laughed presumptuously in the dark: "It makes sense!"

Before they became apostles, the three had cooperated in killing people countless times.

Although it wasn't so outrageous, the three of them understood their thoughts through simple exchanges.

Finished.

Fifty-six and seventy-three, turned around and prepared to leave the hotel.

"Wait, what about this kid?" Eighty-one asked, carrying a hammer, pointing to Allen who was sleeping on the bed.

Seventy-three looks to fifty-six.

Fifty-six smiled, ten fingers moved slightly, and the knuckles of the steel gloves made a creak, which was a cold metal grinding sound.

"whatever."

Eighty-one's mouth twitched: "Let Lao Tzu be a wicked person again? It seems a bit cruel. But..."

Eighty-one raised the huge hammer on his shoulders with one hand.

The shadow cast by the huge hammer in the darkness almost completely buried Allen's peaceful smiling face.

"I like."

The hammer fell.

In their worldview, killing is equivalent to eating.

And it smells good.

What's more, they became apostles.

This kind of trial of being accompanied by death at any time and licking blood on the tip of the knife made them seem to have found their home.

When they came out of the trial alive for the first time, they were not in shock, horror, unbelief, or hesitation.

Rather, excitement.

Ah, the profession of apostle seems to be tailor-made for them.

As if it was, they were destined to exist for the day they were qualified.

Ordinary people are suddenly called to become apostles, and they are already enjoying when they are still in the adjustment period.

Before the ordinary apostles had time to learn to ignore life, they were already immersed in the pleasure of wantonly plundering in the trial.

Although the hammer went down, only an ordinary child was killed, without pleasure.

But it seems there is no harm?

So, it's better to kill it.

Going down with a hammer and hearing a sound, it seems not bad.

Eighty-one smiled.

boom!

The huge hammer slammed into the real place.

But eighty-one pupils shrank suddenly.

His hammer actually hit a man in the face.

The man under the hammer wore an old white washed shirt, loose brown trousers on his lower body, and a pair of old but clean leather shoes on his feet.

Eighty-one raised the hammer again.

The smooth surface of the hammer, and the **** face of the man, pulled out a long mushy bloodshot, as if rolling a face.

"Something's wrong."

Eighty-one frowned and backed away quickly.

When did this man who took the initiative to pick up the hammer with his face appeared?

He didn't notice it at all?

and.

Normally, a normal person can stand erect after receiving a hammer with his face, without even a slight movement of his body?

There can be no such people.

Unless, the other party is not human!

"There is a situation!"

Eighty-one used a very short time to clear up the situation before him, and loudly reminded the two people outside the door.

"Oh! Eighty-one something happened!"

Outside the hotel.

Seventy-three and fifty-six heard eighty-one's exclamation from inside the house, their bodies tensed, and they entered a state of fighting.

boom!

A big hole was suddenly blasted through the wall.

In the broken wall, Eighty-One was holding a hammer, with a lot of scars all over his body, and rushed out cursingly.

"NS!"

"The shadow slides!"

A smirk flashed across Seventy-Three's face. Without a word, she activated her sneak skills and turned into a pitch-black shadow, quickly wandering and shuttled across the ground.

Fifty-six clenched the glove.

The stainless steel glove was shining brightly.

In the dark night, like stars.

Seventy-three and fifty-six are ready to do it.

Eighty-one wiped the blood from his face, and his face was depressed: "Go around, don't fight, you can't do it!"

These words made Fifty-Six, who was about to strike hard at the unknown monster, slightly startled.

Behind Fifty Six, the shadow of Seventy Three shivered.

Isn't this eighty-one they know?

This guy is not afraid of everything, but he chose to run for an unprecedented time?

Eighty-one seemed to understand the thoughts of the "teammates", and explained as they ran: "There are a lot of weird in there, weird that can't die!"

Finished.

From the huge hole smashed by the hammer, men who looked nothing special stepped out.

Those men, dressed in uniform, old leather shoes under their feet, actually made a rattle when they landed on the ground, which looked very eerie and weird in the quiet night.

These are not important.

Fifty-six and seventy-three looked at the group of "men".

Their faces...no eyes, ears, nose, and nose!

All faceless people!

Even though the three of them were murderous, with countless blood stained in their hands, this strange scene still made Fifty-Six and Seventy-Three feel a little tingling on the scalp.

After all, the number of these faceless people is too much.

From the holes, one by one, they kept pouring out, and faceless heads surged in front of the three of them.

If it's an ordinary monster, that's all.

But even the eighty-one hammer can't be killed...

"retreat!"

With a shout at the 56th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, the shining light on both fists disappeared for an instant, and the three of them ran wildly on the street.

But the countless faceless figures seem to have stared at the team of three people, their limbs began to twist, roll, and stretch, and they gathered into a colorful torrent in the dark. The pale face without facial features seemed to be a weird one. The white wave.

If this scene is for the timid to see, he might be frightened and fainted.

"what is that?"

The physical fitness of the three is far beyond ordinary people, and they ran two kilometers in one breath.

In the dark, they have no time to distinguish the routes around them.

Seventy-three suddenly frowned and pointed to the front.

Fifty-six and eighty-one looked in the direction pointed out by seventy-three.

There is a pile of white fleshy pieces.

A whole lot.

Precisely.

It's not a piece of meat.

Take a closer look, those white-and-flowered "pieces of flesh" are actually two human legs, and above the human legs, there is nothing but no other organs or parts. It was like a living person, cut in half by some mysterious force, leaving only half of his body naked and running naked.

But this is not the most terrible.

The most frightening thing is that there is a long whip between the legs of the monster that looks like a ghost.

The whip was covered with hideous barbs, and on the barbs, blood was dripping toward the ground.

The shape of these monsters is far beyond the limit of imagination than the faceless people chasing them behind.

Although the monsters look very ghostly, but the three of them are not good stubborns. After a brief astonishment, they bite the bullet and prepared to fight in.

But at this moment.

Eighty-one just picked up the hammer and screamed, and when he was about to bring a big windmill, his expression suddenly stiffened.

In the center of the group of monsters with "two legs and one whip", a young girl in a white dress was sleeping on the ground, motionless.

In such a situation, no matter who it is, the first reaction is...that is a dead person.

But these three people can distinguish the difference between the dead and the living at a glance, and there is no need to waste too much time.

That girl... more like asleep.

Fifty-six and seventy-three were shocked, and they looked at eighty-one at the same time.

They recognized the girl lying asleep among the monsters.

It was clearly the woman they let go during the day.

"Fuck!"

Eighty-one expression was stunned.

"Mom...Mom...Mom..."

"Mom...Mom...Mom..."

"mother……"

"mother……"

Countless monsters with weird shapes, like a sea, obviously they don't have the organ of "mouth", but they didn't know where they were, and they made a stern sound like a ghost, stepped up on their two legs, and ran towards the trio.

In a blink of an eye.

Countless whips with barbs drowned the trio in an instant.

"what--"

Monster center.

There was a sad scream.

at the same time.

After entering the dream world, Yi Lin and Xing Fei quickly came to the TV station.

"What are we doing here?"

Do not know why.

Obviously he is the spiritual apostle.

But in front of this guy, it seemed that he didn't bother to use his brain.

You are obviously on the agile side. What role does the spiritual apostle grab for understanding the mystery?

Don't I want to show up on the dignified side?

But this feeling of finding clues inexplicably without using your brain...It's really fragrant.

After Xing Fei asked, several thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Isn't there a'Green' on the TV station?"

Yi Lin said casually.

"But during the day their three guys were killed, didn't they also fail to complete the main mission?"

"You said, it was daytime." Yi Lin smiled, flipped his palm, and Blood Jasmine appeared in the palm of his hand: "The'Green' in Green Town is not the'Green' we are looking for, but it's in a dream. Green', it may not be it, right?"

Xing Fei was taken aback.

Yi Lin's tone was paused, and he shook his head again: "Although I personally don't think this trial will be that simple, if you don't check for such obvious clues, it's a bit unreasonable."

Is it easy?

Who can think of the strange phenomenon of the coincidence of dreams and reality for normal people?

The brain hole of this trial has broken through the sky, okay?

Xing Fei silently complained.

The lights in the TV station are dim.

No one.

"Huh? The body was cleaned up?"

Xing Fei followed Yi Lin and found the suspicious point.

"Don't forget, this is a dream."

Yi Lin reminded in a low voice.

"Right."

Xing Fei quickly accepted this setting.

After all, there is everything in the dream, everything is possible.

Hiss--

Rustle--

They just walked into the first floor.

He found that in the depths of the darkness, there were waves of strange noises.

These sounds come from all directions, and they seem to come from the ceiling, the wall, and the ground. They gather together, making it difficult to distinguish the origin.

Xing Fei became nervous all of a sudden, and clenched his fists.

Yi Lin didn't stop, but speeded up, following the structure map of the Greentown TV station in his memory, and walked into the dark depths.

suddenly.

In the corridor.

One by one weird figures walked out slowly.

"Hi...ha...huo..."

"Bryce..."

"Susan..."

"Bala..."

"Tired at work……"

The strange black shadow made a strange voice, echoing in the empty corridor.

In those words, some can barely distinguish the names of certain people, or some boring complaints, but more are hoarse syllables with no meaning.

"Fuck? Don't tell me that these monsters are the dreams of the residents? What the **** are these guys thinking during the day! Do they have nightmares all day?"

When he saw the shape of the monsters clearly, he couldn't help but screamed out. A faint electric current passed from the ends of the hair straight to the ends, his scalp was numb, and his hair stood up.

I saw those monsters, some lacking limbs, some exposed internal organs, some parts were exaggeratedly enlarged, and some were even squashed into a tuft, and moved quickly in the direction where the two of them were on the ground like reptiles.

Kaka Kaka...

The narrow corridor is not suitable for some earth-shattering skills. After holding a short knife, Yi Lin tentatively chopped off a "person" with very big eyes in front of him, only to find that it could cause harm, and then he safely rushed into the strange group. , One ride is a thousand.

"No confusion value,"

Yi Lin secretly said in his heart, there was no familiar reminder before his eyes, but he was not surprised at all.

The creatures in the dream are the dreams of the residents of Green Town, and all the monsters are nothing but illusions.

What surprised Yi Lin was that Xing Fei's skill was not weak, holding two small daggers, whizzing and making a fortune behind Yi Lin.

"Your reinforcement is a bit interesting."

While killing monsters, Yi Lin said with a smile.

Xing Fei's pupils shrank slightly.

He immediately noticed that Yi Lin's words were "strengthening", not "skills."

After hesitating for a moment, Xing Fei said helplessly: "You can see it, this is'alchemy'."

It really is alchemy.

A very niche reinforcement.

Because of the high learning threshold, few people can master this technology.

Yi Lin nodded and didn't ask more.

If you continue to ask, it will be a little hurt.

After all, everything about the power of the apostle is the most important secret for everyone.

Xing Fei saw Yi Lin's movements neatly, killing monsters like cutting melons and vegetables. He was very relaxed. While surprised at Yi Lin's strength, Xing Fei also gave birth to doubts: "These monsters look really scary, but are they not good at strength? After entering the dream state that can cause damage to them, no matter how many monsters they are, as long as they are not too outrageous, they will not pose too much threat."

Yi Lin nodded.

Did not speak.

"Dreamland is actually a very mysterious existence. Some people say that dreamland represents a person’s wish or the strongest fantasy in his mind. There is also a saying that in the recent period of time, the strongest emotion in the heart will also Appear in dreams in various gestures."

Yi Lin leaped high and slashed with a copycat version. After splitting a female monster with a particularly long tongue in front of him, he said: "For example, this monster with long tongue, maybe she is subconsciously, like Talking bad about people behind, so this posture is revealed in this way."

"For another example, this one with very big eyes may like to peep into other people's secrets."

"This leg is very long. It is very likely that I dream of having a height beyond ordinary people."

"This squat has become a lump of meat. It may have suffered some kind of pain of being squashed."

"You see this viscera is exposed, and the intestines are full of oil. Maybe it is a dream of tasting the world's food."

While killing, Yi Lin was very happy to analyze the monster's form from an ideal point of view.

Damn it?

Can killing monsters bring out the experience of life?

And how can these monsters embody the word "dream"?

Apologize to "Dream"!

Xing Fei listened silently, but couldn't agree with it.

Fighting all the way.

Various distorted monsters turned into powder one after another.

Those monsters do not have a complete body, and some even give people the illusion of breaking apart at any time. The long corridor in front of them is twisted into an S shape from time to time, giving Yi Lin and Xing Fei a sense of illusion in a dream. , It is not difficult to distinguish the difference from the reality of Greentown.

Twenty minutes later.

Yi Lin and Xing Fei finally arrived on the fourth floor.

In fact, at the beginning, the fourth floor was not their destination.

They just want to search the TV station for all creatures that may be "Green".

But after clearing the monster, he finally appeared on the fourth floor.

"Wait? What sound is this?"

Just stepped on the fourth floor.

Xing Fei paused, his face was shocked.

A melodious song was faintly heard in a certain room ahead.

"It's the violin."

On the fourth floor.

There are no monsters.

The nightmare monster was killed by them.

But here, the sound of the violin suddenly came from the depths. In such a scene, no matter how beautiful the sound of the violin is, it is difficult for people to appreciate it.

Yi Lin and Xing Fei looked at each other.

Xing Fei turned his mouth in the direction of the sound of the violin, as if saying: You, the agile side, go up first!

The corner of Yi Lin's eyes twitched slightly.

There is an urge to showdown.

But think about it and forget it.

After all, it's been a long time to pretend to be the agile side, and it doesn't matter if you pretend to be longer.

There is a door.

There was a melodious violin sound, and the tone was up and down, sometimes sad, sometimes brisk, sometimes deep.

And a man with a low voice was singing in a low voice.

again and again.

Sing the same song.

Like...

"He is waiting for us."

Yi Lin lifted his chin, opened the door, and came to this conclusion.

Behind the door.

It's an old studio.

Bright spotlights converge in the center of the room.

All around, suppose there are many black-and-white film video recorders, facing an elegant man in the center.

The man is wearing a tuxedo.

It is somewhat similar in appearance to Yi Lin's krypton gold.

But in contrast, it is more chronological.

Looking closer, there are many subtle wrinkles on the tuxedo. The originally inconspicuous wrinkles are infinitely magnified by the dazzling light, and they look very clear under the lens.

The man in the tuxedo turned his back to Yi Lin and Xing Fei, playing the violin intently, singing softly to the rhythm of the violin.

"There is a girl born in the royal family,"

"Like the ancient ballads sung,"

"She is the most beautiful girl in the royal family,"

"She is in the stone castle every night,"

"Sleep alone,"

"Any sound that awakens even the dead,"

"Can't wake her up..."

The man has a low tone, and when he interprets this exotic ballad, Xing Fei can't help but listen to his attention. He stays in place and can't move for a long time.

suddenly.

Just as the song was about to reach its climax, the singing stopped abruptly.

The man stopped pulling the violin and turned slowly.

When he turned around, whether it was Yi Lin or Xing Fei, they felt a strong sense of violation and rushed toward their faces.

The weird patchwork of facial features, the big mouths split to the roots of the ears on both sides, and the deep black eyes staring at the two men like ghosts.

He is... Green!

That TV host... Green!

Yi Lin's eyes condensed, facing the space where Green was far away, raised his hand, and aimed at that area.

Green smiled slightly.

"I wish you a wonderful night."

"Good night."

Zi Zi Zi-

The sneaky footsteps sounded from my ears.

Yi Lin raised his head abruptly, with a dazed expression on his face.

Seeing Yi Lin wake up, Judy's expression froze with the claws raised by his fingers frozen in the air.

Yi Lin frowned.

"When did I fall asleep?"

Judy slapped, haha, smiled and said, "You're so embarrassed to say it? If it wasn't for Allen to tell me, if Allen invited you into my room, I thought you had any intentions against me."

"Relax, there is no such thing. Where is Allen?"

"Go to school."

Judy said casually, yawning: "I'm sleepy. I'll take a shower first."

At this time.

Judy only seemed to remember that there were outsiders in the house.

It seems a bit lonely and a bit lonely to take a bath alone and a bit cold.

Two people can help each other.

Scrubbing or something.

So she hesitated for a moment, or turned around and sent out an invitation: "Would you like...Huh? People?"

Yi Lin grabbed the dead skin on his forehead~www.novelmt.com~ Before Judy said anything embarrassing, she left her room and returned to her room all the way.

There was no one in Xing Fei's room.

Yi Lin quickly opened the communication panel to confirm that Xing Fei's head was still on.

Explain that he is not dead yet.

After re-contacting Xing Fei, Yi Lin came to the TV station again.

This time, Yi Lin did not forcibly break in.

At the door, he met Xing Fei with a weird expression.

"You may not believe it. I seemed to...have a very realistic dream last night. In the dream..."

Xing Fei's words are not finished yet.

Yi Lin said bluntly: "Is it because I teamed up with you to fight monsters and went all the way to the TV station. On the fourth floor of the TV station, there is a host named'Green' who is playing the violin and singing?"

A simple sentence perfectly sums up the experience of Yi Lin and Xing Fei in their dreams.

"Fuck it? How do you know? Isn't it...that's not a dream? No, it's really a dream?"

Xing Fei also felt that his expression was weird.

But at this moment, it is really difficult for him to describe this weird feeling in words.

"By the way, there is one more thing."

Xing Fei suddenly remembered something with a weird expression: "Yesterday, the host named'Green' in the TV station was dead? After I woke up today, I felt the dream of last night was a little weird, so I came to the TV station to check it out. , The host..."

"Alive!"

"Moreover, no one remembers what happened on the TV station yesterday!"

"This is so hell!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Lin suddenly looked at Xing Fei.

He subconsciously tapped the cool dead skin on his forehead with an index finger, sinking into thought.