Primordial Sequence

In the slums, Hannibal saw Kamius shaking his shoulders for no reason, and immediately spoke with concern.

"How are you?"

"It's okay, I'll go out for a while." Feeling the biting cold coming again, Camus said with a pale face. After so many things, he already knew that as long as this weird feeling came, it meant some kind of danger.

"You're not feeling well yet... Hey, where are you going?" Seeing Camus hurried out after a disagreement, Hannibal called loudly from behind, but Camus still ignored him and ran out. It would definitely get him killed if he stayed here.

"Bang..." Camus violently pushed open the door in the night, and the iron-wrapped door bounced off the wall and made a violent sound.

"Ah..." At this moment, Camus suddenly heard a creepy man's scream from the front left, and he retracted his eyes and looked back.

"Yo... gurgle... ugh..." I saw another woman crying and laughing in the darkness. The sound was extremely harsh. The deep-rooted and suppressed cry had already made Camus' back wet without even realizing it. .

"Who are you? Why are you chasing me?"

Kamiao walked lightly to the middle of the road. He clenched his fists and his expression became more solemn. Gradually, he felt that there were countless pairs of eyes looking at him, and the weird crying disappeared. He turned to look around and suddenly saw Eyes that were exactly the same appeared in the cracks of the slum door. This eye was all gray and white, and there was an endless coldness in the dilated pupils. Camus could even clearly see the gray-black capillaries in the pupils. They were cold. Looking at himself, being stared at by so many strange eyes, Camus' breathing became much weaker.

"Yeah...cluck...cluck," suddenly Camus heard another harsh cry that sounded like crying and laughing coming from the darkness on the left. This time, his invincible dark vision had no effect again, as if the pitch-black darkness It's like a black curtain blocking everything.

"My head, my legs, my body..." A voice sounded in the darkness like coming from the depths of hell. Camus suddenly saw a mouth appearing in the darkness, yes... it was a mouth, a mouth. There were a few cracks on his lips, and as he opened and closed them, Kamius suddenly saw clumps of hair spit out.

"Damn you bastard, go to hell." Seeing this scene, Camus immediately took out a mirror and cursed loudly at his mouth in the dark.

"Come in, please." Camus squeezed the mirror tightly. His face became paler due to excessive stress and injuries. He wanted to call out to the source of nothingness, but the extremely disgusting and disgusting feeling surged out of his heart. The name of the Source of Nothingness was not pronounced, so the all-powerful white arm did not appear.

Kamiao's face froze when he saw this scene. He opened his mouth silently, preparing to call the name of the source of nothingness.

"Bah..." At this moment, he suddenly found a big hand stretching out from the mirror. It was a pair of beautiful-looking hands. His nails were perfectly manicured, and he was holding a box of matches on his nimble fingertips. , he saw his nimble fingers pushing open the matchbox, he skillfully took out a match, and saw the match floating out of thin air. His beautiful hand pinched the box and drew it upwards. As the light smoke floated up, the tip of Kamius nose suddenly smelled it. The smell of gunpowder and the orange-red match light illuminated Camus' eyes. Because of the light, the mirror in his hand attracted Camus' attention. He saw a gray eye unknowingly appearing between his eyebrows in the mirror. This eye His pupils were all gray and white, and his long eyelashes were stained with a little dust. But as soon as the orange matchlight appeared, his face unknowingly showed an irregular distortion. Camus could guarantee that this was not under his control, and that gray-white His eyes quickly swelled when illuminated by the light, and he instantly occupied Camus' forehead. As his eyes swelled, Camus could clearly see some cracks appearing in the capillaries in the gray eyes.

"Bang..."

The eyes finally burst open under the weight. As black mud splashed all over the sky, Camus' face was instantly covered by the black substance.

"ah……"

I saw the eyes in the cracks in the surrounding doors suddenly closed, and a scream came out of the cracked mouth. It was like the feeling of going back in time enveloped Kamiao's heart. When he opened his eyes, he saw the heavy snow around him. He whirred, and had a clear view of the surrounding landscape. Because of his dark vision, he could clearly see that there was nothing strange around him, and Camus gasped for breath.

"Is this a dream? No...that thing just now must exist." Camus looked at his arm covered in black mud and murmured. If it weren't for the arm that lit the match, he would have been killed unknowingly. How terrifying. Ability, there is nothing strange at all when he is attacked.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, Hannibal also caught up. He looked at Camus, whose hair was steaming and sweating profusely. He looked around in fear, wondering how terrifying something could make Mr. Conan sweat in the winter.

"What is this?" Hannibal, who was looking around, suddenly saw a small metal card. He walked over and bent down to pick it up. He saw that there was only a number and a name on it.

"No. 175, Kokina"

Seeing Hannibal pick up this sign under the mouth, Camus immediately walked over and looked at the sign and fell into deep thought. The thing just now must be a wraith, but don't say that you have never seen such a terrifying wraith. , I have never heard of it, am I really unlucky? Or is someone deliberately targeting themselves? who is it? Nightmare Jack? Or crying in a dream?

"This is the club's ID card. This style is from Happy Street, No. 175, Kokina? I seem to have heard of this name. Let me think about it." Hannibal told the origin of this brand, Kamio Looking aside and waiting for his answer, Hannibal suddenly realized after a few minutes.

"I know who she is. One of the top ten beauties in the Happy Street Club, Kokina, a talented girl who is proficient in dancing, piano, and Sumerian. But I heard that he disappeared a year ago."

"You said it's Happy Street?" Hearing the familiar name, Kamius suddenly had an idea. The resentful spirit before was from Happy Street. At this moment, Kamius, who was thinking about it carefully, suddenly froze. He suddenly remembered The eye he saw when he looked up was exactly the same as the eye that appeared in the mirror this time, and the resentful spirit captured by the mirror had no facial features.

"It's her. She's not dead. These are her eyes and mouth. Damn it... No wonder she wants to know where his head, body and legs are."

"Where is what?" The confused Hannibal was shocked by Camus' expression that changed several times. This kind of expression was not a good thing at first glance. It could make Mr. Camus in stage three or even stage four change like this. what happened?

"I'm going to Happy Street, you stay here." Camus lowered his head and grabbed the identity card. He had a hunch that the eyes and mouth would come back again. He wanted to find out what was going on. This was the only way to find the source. Discover the problem and find the person behind the scenes. The resentful spirit must know something.

"Going to Happy Street? I'll go with you." Seeing Camus running away, Hannibal gritted his teeth and followed.

Half an hour later, the two of them hid in the dark and looked at the hell on earth over there with their mouths wide open. Hannibal stared at Camus dumbfounded and muttered to himself, it couldn't have been him, right? Mr. Conan is a murderer.

"That thing was more terrifying than I thought." Seeing this, Camus had a new understanding. She didn't even look back when she ran away. If it was really her who killed her, then how did she kill so many people in a short period of time? , catching up with him again?

"There are people from the discipline center, are you still going?" Hannibal said in a low voice when he saw several discipline center personnel standing guard.

"It seems that they are very afraid of being inside. You go back first. You have not advanced to the level of transcendent. It is very dangerous to go there. I will go in and have a look."

After watching for a while, Camus spoke in a low voice, and Hannibal left unwillingly. He was really looking forward to the scene of the battle between extraordinary beings, but Mr. Conan was right. It was dangerous for him to stay here. He watched from a distance. The stumps and broken arms and the strong smell of blood all indicate that there is great terror in this place.

Camus quietly reached the vicinity of Happy Street, and several discipline offices standing guard were very alert. Gradually, they found that the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the strong cold wind made it difficult for them to open their eyes.

"Damn it, why should I come here to stand guard? Haven't you seen the miserable situation here? It's so heavy snow and wind, won't it be a problem?" A few cursed extraordinary people hid in the corner, just as they lost sight A dark figure quickly rushed into Happy Street.

"Papa..." Camus' gentle footsteps echoed in Happy Street. Due to the weather, the internal organs and blood on the ground had frozen hard. Camus walked in the wind and snow towards the large pit that had collapsed. During the journey, he He clearly saw the body of the grizzly bear. His expression was extremely frightened, as if he had seen something terrifying. His dilated pupils had turned white due to the heavy snow. At this time, Camus saw a faint black mark on the face of the grizzly bear. If he hadn't been observing carefully just now, he would have really neglected it. Camus touched his chin and slowly moved towards the pothole.

"It's so miserable."

As Camus entered the alley, he saw that the walls of the alley were covered with blood and excrement. The two men were cut off at the waist, and their deaths were very tragic.

"Save me..." At this moment, Camus suddenly heard intermittent sounds coming from the pile of corpses under the pit. Camus looked at the pit that exuded a gloomy atmosphere, gritted his teeth and jumped down.

I saw about a hundred corpses underground, most of them women. They were thrown on the ground in various directions. Camus could still vaguely see traces of abuse. Above his pile of corpses was a man with a face covered in blood. His lower body had been completely cut open and fell to the bottom of the body. The only thing connected to the upper body was a straightened intestine. If an ordinary person would have died long ago, he was a transcendent and everything was possible. He also saw Ka Wonderful, his eyes gradually widened, his mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

Kamiao saw it was him and walked over slowly. He picked up a sharp stone on the ground and smashed it into his straightened intestines.

"Bang..." There was a sound like a rope being pulled apart, and the steaming excrement spurted up high. Camus had already dodged, and the viper's hanging lower body immediately rolled down with its internal organs, enjoying the The poisonous snake treated in this way had a ball of dirty blood mixed with internal organs pouring out of its mouth, and it died immediately.

"It's easier on you."

Kamiao pinched his nose and spoke calmly. He looked at the deep underground passage. There was a faint stream of hot air blowing forward. There were gas lamps not far away on the passage supported by steel. Because of the collapse, Some gas leaked out. When Kamiao saw it, he frowned and covered his mouth with his clothes and walked away.