Advent

The man did not respond to Allen's question.

He just stood quietly in the darkness, staring greedily at Allen, the scorching gaze seemed to be transformed into substance, and Allen could even feel the slight itching when the other's gaze swept over his skin.

That sight strongly reminded Allen that the man in front of him...was terrible.

It seemed that in an instant, the "staff" in front of Allen seemed to be a different person.

Allen's intuition finally began to recover, and he had vaguely felt a certain strange temperament inside the other person's body-Alan wondered why he had no perception at all before.

The whole body of this man is filled with that... that kind of fanaticism and persistence that cannot be described in exact words.

The man's face was originally very mediocre, the kind of face that would be difficult to find if he fell into the crowd, but now, he looked completely different from normal people.

Every movement of the muscles on his face, every trembling was weird, and his eyes shimmered more like beasts.

This man reminded Alan of the few crazy fans he occasionally encountered many years ago who had completely lost their minds—no, even those fans had never made him feel so scared like this man now.

After all, those crazy fans can still make people feel that they are just a group of human beings who have lost their self-order, but this man makes Allen feel that what he is facing is not human at all.

It is a strange collection of obsession, fanaticism and madness.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Allen forced himself not to show any extra emotions in front of the other party, he stared straight at the other party, and repeated his question again.

Then, he began to back away cautiously.

While speaking, Allen's eyes naturally glanced at the chest of the "staff". In the military base, everyone will wear a work nameplate on the outside of their uniform, which records their position and name .

This is very important, but Allen found that the fabric on the man's chest was bare, and he didn't even have an identity plate at all.

He's in a big trouble.

For the first time since the information glands in the back of his neck had trouble, Alan found his mind so clear.

"Alan, you don't look well."

The "staff" didn't seem to be aware of Alan's guard against him, and he still had that kind of eager and disgusting smile on his face.

Moreover, after speaking, he leaned towards Allen on his own, and not only that, he even raised his hand and stretched it directly towards Allen's neck.

With a "snap", Allen raised his hand suddenly, and then slapped the opponent's elbow extremely hard.

That man's body feels weird...

This thought skipped Alan's mind very quickly.

"Do not touch me--"

Allen yelled at the other party.

The man's eyes flickered, and he stared blankly at Allen with his arms raised in mid-air.

In a daze, Allen could still see a look of grievance and disbelief on that expressionless face.

"I just wanted to check on you, you look terrible."

While speaking, the man stretched out his hand towards Allen again.

And Allen didn't restrain himself again this time.

He grabbed the man's hand and dragged it in his direction.

The light in the man's hand flickered suddenly, and in the flickering light, Alan saw the eyes of the other party who suddenly became extremely surprised.

Then, all the movements were so smooth, Allen pulled the man over, and at the moment when the man was pleasantly surprised, he raised his knee with strength, and hit all the fragility of human males.

"..."

Allen could really feel his knee hitting the man's body heavily. He was sure that this attack would bring great pain to the man, but strangely,

After the man was attacked, he didn't seem to notice it. He even lowered his elbow a little dotingly, letting Alan hold him tightly.

Moreover, the distance between Alan and him is a bit too close now, so close that Alan seems to be trapped in the arms of the other party.

Allen's face suddenly turned pale.

And the "staff" lowered his head, opened his dark eyes, and looked at Allen lovingly.

"What's the matter? What are you going to do?"

He asked, with a hint of genuine doubt in his tone.

Allen looked at the man in shock, every hair on his head stood upside down.

This man frightened him.

"Go away—"

Allen gritted his teeth and growled at him, then hit the man's eye socket with his elbow again.

"boom--"

The man stepped back, and the back of his head hit the metal wall of the narrow aisle directly. He looked seriously injured, but Alan had a feeling that the man seemed to be just cooperating with his movements and pretending to be injured.

Allen didn't feel any pain from this "staff".

No, that's not right... The correct way to say it is that Allen can't feel any "human" breath in this person.

It would be ridiculous to express this idea, but the feeling was so strong that Allen always felt that when he beat the other party, it was like beating a piece of uncut frozen meat sold in the supermarket.

——But the meat in the cold storage will not smile, nor will it stare at him with love.

Allen shuddered.

"Ellen?"

The man leaned half against the wall, then tilted his head, he was still looking at Allen intently.

"who are you?"

Alan asked, and as he spoke, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.

The "staff"'s eyes lit up following Allen's question.

"I'm...I..." He whispered strangely, and then let out some ambiguous gasps from his nasal cavity, "I'm actually...your...fan."

The man spoke slowly, word for word.

As he spoke, he straightened his body.

"I've always wanted to see you, Ellen, I want to be with you more than anyone..."

familiar words.

Familiar tone.

Allen looked at the staff member with vigilance and disgust, and just hearing his muffled and sticky whispers gave Allen goose bumps all over his body.

"I don't sing anymore, and I'm no longer a 'Kraken.'"

Allen said indifferently.

The man leaned forward suddenly, the tip of his nose almost touching Alan's forehead.

"I know, you are not a 'sea monster', you are Ellen...the love of my life."

As early as the moment the man leaned forward, Alan wanted to escape, but at this moment, a strange, sticky breath emanated from the man, Alan snorted, and suddenly covered the back of his neck .

His information glands are throbbing just under the skin.

Allen bit the tip of his tongue tightly, and the severe pain made him barely maintain his mental clarity.

He raised his hand, and before he even noticed, he gave the opponent another uppercut.

The man's body was very strange. When the fist fell on him, Allen didn't feel any instinctive resistance from the muscles-the next second, the man's head tilted, and he turned around.

And Allen took this opportunity, took a lot of steps back quickly, and forcibly distanced himself from the "staff".

"It's... a little painful..."

The man slowly raised his hand as if bewildered, and covered his eye sockets.

He turned his head and looked at Allen blankly with his dark eyes.He was so weird and disgusting, but unexpectedly, in his whispering movements, there was still a breath similar to mourning.

"You should remember this lesson, approaching an Omega in this way is a violation of the Alliance Omega Security Law."

But Allen was completely unaware of the sorrow emanating from this weird and weird man. In fact, Allen was terrified.

He only felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, he held on, and said to the other party while maintaining his precarious calmness.

"Ai..."

"Om-"

Just as the "staff" was about to speak to Allen's colleague, there was a tremor from a distance from the pipe below the ground.

Allen was refreshed, and keenly heard the sound of machinery restarting from all over the huge military base. Then, the far part of the corridor lit up, and in the blink of an eye, the lights one by one came on. From far to near like that, everything resumed operation.

The darkness was engulfed by the light, and Allen blinked, and his vision suddenly became bright.

It was only at this time that Allen realized where he was staying-this is not a normal road at all, not even an emergency passage, it is probably just a passage used simply to maintain internal equipment.

Moreover, not far from Allen, there is a metal map inlaid on the wall.

Allen quickly glanced at the map, and found that he and the "staff" were actually far away from the residential area, and this maintenance passage would not lead to the outside world at all, it was a dead end.

The so-called district energy overhaul, the so-called leading the way... are all fake.

Allen's face turned livid in an instant, but the "staff" still looked calm, as if he was completely unaware that his plot had been seen through.

After the lights were turned on, Allen could now clearly see the face of the "staff".

Allen could see the slight traces of his beating on that weird face, as well as a trace of blood slowly flowing from his nose and ears... But strangely, the dark blood seemed to have its own Under Allen's sight, they squirmed slightly.

"Ellen..."

But the smile on the face of the "staff" did not change at all, he even tilted his head, and then extended his hand to Allen kindly again.

This time Allen didn't give him a chance to meet himself.

He pushed the "staff" away, and ran in the direction he came from in a panic.

The traces of dust and engine oil that have accumulated for many years on the ground have become the best clues at this time. Allen only needs to look at the ground to find the exact way he came.

Clumsy and heavy footsteps came from behind, and the "staff" seemed to want to chase Alan.

This made Allen's pace more and more rapid, but for some reason, after a short chase, the "staff" suddenly stopped and never moved again, but at this time, Allen kept going. He didn't dare to turn his head back, nor did he dare to explore why the man suddenly stopped.

He ran all the way until the end of the passage.

"Crack-"

Allen knocked open the metal door at the end of the passage with his shoulder, and then, just like that, returned to the bright and clean normal passage with incredible ease.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Allen panted heavily, looking at everything around him.

The airtight door and passage have been reopened, and the lighting lights illuminate everything in the passage.

The small mechanical warrior patrolled back and forth in mid-air, and only stayed above Alan for a moment when he saw Alan, obviously checking Alan's identity.It was still so quiet and empty here, and there was no one else but Allen.

What Alan encountered before... seems to be nothing more than Alan's delusion.

"Crack-"

There was another harsh metal rubbing sound.

Allen turned his head suddenly, only to realize that the passage he came from had been closed by itself.

That fanatical fan didn't come after him.

"..."

Allen's figure flickered, and he couldn't support himself anymore, kneeling and sitting straight on the ground.