Cthulhu Grocery Store

Tonight, it's the gangster's trap for the spider.

It is also a funeral held by the head of the brigade for a member of the brigade.

The barrage and burst of flames filled the sky, and the top gang members gathered in the hall, nervously waiting to report the situation outside, whether to kill all the brigade or be killed by them.

"No problem, with that girl's prophecy, at least if you don't go to the second floor tonight, you still have a chance of surviving." More than one gangster clutched a blank piece of paper full of poems tightly in their hands, as if grasping A life-saving straw.

The famous eldest lady of the underworld, Nyon, reads her ability as a prophecy, and with her ability, the family rises in one fell swoop and becomes a hot existence.

Her prophecy has never been wrong, so the brigade must be the one who died tonight!

really?

Outside the building, the members of the brigade had already started fighting with the gangsters. The gangsters, relying on numbers and ammunition, were almost powerless in front of the powerful telekinetics. It was no different from mowing grass than fighting.

In the radio room in the building, there is only a young boy sitting quietly in it, staring at the flute in his hand, wondering what to do.

Or, what are you waiting for.

"It's time." Another voice came from the phone.

Shendai Wugu closed his eyes and played the flute.

He is not thinking about anything now, completely immersed in playing.

At the same time, the mobile phone communication was hung up, and the radio in the building sent fluttering music to every corner, except for a certain floor.

Kuroro stood by the glass window, looking down at the flickering street below, where his companions and members of his gang were fighting.

Tonight is a funeral, and there should be funeral music.

The broadcast on the floor where Kuroro was located had long since been destroyed. He gently raised his hand, and a book with five finger prints appeared in his palm.

[Cheats for Thieves] Turning to one of the pages, just in case, he temporarily blocked his hearing, and instead he turned on the 'Yuan' at any time as a warning.

The only killer in the killer group that he can feel threatened is the killer who beats the enemy, and he has prepared a backhand for this.

...But, it seems that it is not necessary.

……

Inside the building, Kurapika was about to find the brigade's whereabouts, when the radio in the building started playing melodious music, his expression changed.

This song... Impossible, why is it here? !

Kurapika only hesitated for two seconds before poking his eardrum with his fingers, gritting his teeth, still covered in blood, and yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Pierce your eardrum quickly to hear this music!" will die!"

Of course he couldn't hear the answer anymore, Kurapika didn't hesitate to go down from the third floor through the broken window. He knew that this place would soon be reduced to hell.

In fact, it was not beyond his expectations.

The hall where gangsters gather has become a purgatory on earth.

From the first change, the high-level gangsters reacted, and countless people rolled and crawled to the gate and tried to push the door to escape. Who would have thought that the gate would not be able to be pushed at all, and a group of people desperately pulled on the door frame, making a banging motion. There was a sound, and blood flowed all over the floor under the door frame.

The first mutated monster appeared, followed by the second, and the third...

The room quickly became a hunting ground for monsters, and when there were no prey, cannibalism began.

The same scene also happened in every corner of the building, the melodious sound of the flute, accompanied by screams and neighing, and blood as embellishment.

——To jointly perform a crazy sonata!

What happened in the outside world, Shendai Wugu didn't notice at all, and didn't even know that he was surrounded by gray fog, enjoying and immersing himself in the passionate performance!

Until the end, the last note fell perfectly, the flute lost its player and fell to the ground with a bang.

The radio room was empty.

……

Kuroro felt that the time should be about the same, and there was no movement in the closely guarded circle, but a text message was received on the mobile phone.

[Ten old men solved it]

Ku Luoluo did not cancel the circle, and sent a message to the members who were still guarding outside to clean up the gang, and Shi Shiran went downstairs.

After going down this floor, I began to gradually see some mutated corpses. The smile on Kuroro's mouth remained the same, but he secretly raised his vigilance. Maybe some 'something' survived and became a fish that slipped through the net.

But obviously he was overthinking it.

All signs of life in the building have long since disappeared.

When I came to the second floor to meet up with other regiment members, Xia Ke and the others were still amazed: "It's really all dead. What kind of 'nuclear/weapon' are you looking for, leader?"

Kuroro didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "How is he?"

"Disappeared, I watched the surveillance, it was dark for a second, and then the person suddenly disappeared." The knight shook his phone and said, "Do you still want to look for it?"

"no need."

Just as Kuroro was about to leave, he paused and looked towards a certain door on the first floor.

In this building composed of death and silence, there is still singing.

This is very similar to some supernatural event, but unfortunately no one here will be afraid. Kuroro released the circle, and then approached a certain gate step by step.

"Captain..."

"I know." Kuroro stepped into the pool of blood as soon as he lifted his foot, [The Thief's Cheats] reappeared, the transparent glove wrapped his palm, and pushed open the door.

"Huh~huh~"

As soon as the door opened, the singing became more pronounced.

In the hell full of corpses, there is only one person sitting on the seat from the beginning to the end, humming an unknown tune, as if immersed in the performance just now, the golden hair shines brightly under the light, the suit and leather shoes, the posture It's so straight, it should appear at some conference site.

Except for the corpses all over the feet.

The tune stopped, and the man seemed to notice that someone was coming, and turned his head to look at the door, showing a big and hearty smile.

On the day of Youkexin's auction, all the people in the gang building were wiped out. In the afternoon of that day, the Hunter Association took over the building and sealed it tightly, and no one was allowed to enter.

There are rumors that it turned into a hell composed of monster corpses.

The ten old men at the top of the gang were all wiped out that day, and the gang never issued a killing order for the Phantom Brigade.

The Phantom Brigade has disappeared since that day, and its members have no signs of activities in the outside world.

What happened locally in the gang building that day has become a mystery. The only surviving Kurapika kept silent, and the whole incident was sealed in the file.

However, the prohibition on the Dark Sonata has been raised to another level, and non-three-star hunters cannot check its information.

……

Shendai Wugu opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep again.

He wiped his mouth as usual, and glanced at the time. It was already late, so he took advantage of the opportunity to pack his things and prepare to go back.

I've been having lucid dreams a lot lately.

On the way back, Shendai Wugu recalled the incomparably real world and sighed, not knowing whether it was a pity or a sense of loss.

But it's so real

Well, whether it's the text, knowledge, or the people there, it doesn't feel like an NPC set in a dream at all. How should I put it, every move is very natural, just like another world.

another world……?

Shendai Wugu stopped in his tracks with a serious look on his face, could it be...

Quietly, a certain pink-haired high school student who followed behind him stopped quickly and carefully hid behind the telephone pole.

Could it be that he actually has an unexpected talent for screenwriting?

Shendai Wugu began to dream seriously, should he enroll in a screenwriting class and study carefully.

Oh, forget it, it looks so troublesome.

Shendai Wugu took another step.

Saiki Kusuo breathed a sigh of relief and continued to follow.

It has to be said that the stalking technique of a certain superpower is really not very good. He usually uses stealth to stalk people directly, and there is no danger of being discovered at all, so he has never learned stalking skills professionally.

Shendai Wugu didn't pay attention to what was behind him at first, until the sound of overlapping footsteps appeared behind him, he turned his head subconsciously: "Who?"

There was no one behind him, Shendai Wugu scratched his head, it must be an illusion.

At this time, Qi Mu had already teleported to an unknown island, crossed his legs and waited for the cooling time to pass, while thinking about future countermeasures.

The tracking this time was not a whim, but Qi Mu had already noticed the abnormality.

Not long ago, the aura of God Dai Wugu suddenly disappeared from the store.

He felt strange, so he waited near the store, and then began to observe after the god Dai Wugu reappeared.

Of course, no obvious abnormalities were found.

But in the face of foreign gods, you can't be too careful.

Shendai Wugu didn't find anything abnormal, shook his head, and ignored the inexplicable feeling just now with a big heart.

At this time, a little white floated down and just landed on the tip of the nose. Shendai Wugu couldn't help but turned into the icy cold white that fell on his nose with cross-eyed eyes. He didn't realize it was snow until it melted.

Huh, speaking of it, it seems like summer is coming in his dream.

Shendai Wugu looked up at the dark sky, and dots of white floated down, bringing new changes to the land.

Snowing.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Christmas is coming soon." Shendai Wugu murmured, and then smiled slightly, with a little loneliness in his eyes.

As long as he can remember, he has no memory of his parents, and of course there is no one who can spend Christmas with him. There is nowhere to go for such a festival except staying at home.

Although I'm used to it...

After Shendai Wugu died, Saiki Kusuo watched him go home, and left quietly.