The vest magic changes the earth

The sporadic sparks gradually extinguished, beating and being swallowed by the darkness.

Then, she suddenly lowered her head, and a dagger gleaming with cold light brushed past her ear, cutting off a few strands of hair.

Cresnik turned his head slowly, and saw a pair of compound eyes glowing with pale green fluorescence—like a pair of giant insects.

She is now in a dark room. The surroundings of the room are sealed and dark. She does not know where she is located. The ground under her feet is slippery and sticky. Judging from the touch, there is thick moss.

The end of the nose can smell a strong smell of spices all the time, all kinds of fragrances are mixed, so strong that it is extremely strong, but it is like a pungent fishy smell.The smell mixed with the damp air made people sick.

The insect in the darkness moved its body towards her, it was a huge black shadow, wriggling and making the same popping sound as in the ventilation pipe.

Cresnik moved her body quietly, and she felt her foot stepped on a round object. The surface of the object was not smooth, but it was very elastic.Under the weight, the object was trampled and exploded, making a sound of "pooh-" splashing liquid.

The sound was very distinct in the silent darkness. Cresnik leapt backwards, using the hunting knife in his right hand as a fulcrum, bent his waist, and completed a beautiful backflip. The crimson flame burned again, enveloping Ke Resnick's full body.

Where she stood not long ago, the figure that resembled a winged insect rushed over, making a clicking sound.

With the light from the flames, Cresnik could see the "insect" on the opposite side clearly.

To be precise, it was a combination of insects and humans, twisted and weird.But it looks more like a human, a human woman.

But it also has obvious insect characteristics. There are a pair of compound eyes where the pair of human eyes should be. The eyeballs of the compound eyes are composed of many small eyes, and each small eye is a pupil.

The woman has long black curly hair, but two tentacles stretch out from under her hair, with fine fluff on it, trembling slightly with the flow of air.As for her entire face, which has been completely deformed, only human outlines can be barely discerned.

The mouth is protruding, and the mouthparts of insects extend to the outside instead of the teeth. Metal-like cold light is reflected on it. The protruding mouthparts squeeze and deform the entire face. The nose is almost invisible in the original position, and the skin is rotten. The overcast white of a dead body.A pair of wings spread out behind her, with gray-brown scales trembling in the air, with strange green patterns similar to the shape of eyes, one can notice that the patterns on her wings are exactly the same as those blocked in the ventilation duct.

Almost as soon as Kresnik landed, the insect woman pounced on her, almost as if she could predict her movements, her fluffy arms stretched out, her fingernails shone coldly, and her fingers were sharp. Barbed, clawed towards Cresnik.

The thing Cresnik stepped on before was an insect egg, the dark red mucus was stuck on the ground, and a group of flocculent unknown objects were still wriggling.

The structure of her eyes is exactly the same as that of insects, and each compound eye is equivalent to a pupil.The trajectory along the way is captured by many small holes on the compound eyes, which forms a series of processes of the human body moving forward.The compound eyes allow her to see clearly the trajectory of Kresnik's high-speed movement in an instant, so as to predict her next move.

Relying on her rich combat experience, Kresnik quickly dodged and dodged. The crimson flame ignited on her body and exploded centered on her, forcing the Mothman back.

She didn't dare to touch this thing easily. Those gleaming hands and mouthparts were different from normal insects at first glance. She didn't know what would happen if she was injured by this thing.Normal moths do not have chewing mouthparts, but suck with straw-like long mouthparts, but this thing has such developed chewing mouthparts, it is more like a combination of some kind of insect and human mutation, and it may be poisonous.

The burning flames not only drove back the monster, but also ignited the eggs on the ground. The ground was full of those oval-shaped eggs, one by one close together, densely piled up on the ground like holes in a beehive.

The flames flowed on Cresnik, and she stood upright on the ground, holding a knife in both hands, like a fluttering fiery red banner, or a javelin.

The mothman made a sharp sound, and the friction of the mouthparts pushed the sound to the peak.

Damn, moths in the natural world are supposed to be silent.

She had a splitting headache, and at the same time, there were dense rustling noises all around—it was the eggs feeling the high temperature, or some kind of call, which hatched ahead of time.

The flame expanded further, like flowing lava, it burned quietly, the flames were almost white, and looked gentle and peaceful, in fact, this high temperature not only distorted the nearby air, but also made the ground it flowed appear There are gray and white cracked lines.

All the eggs were reduced to ashes the moment they touched the flames, and the flames flowed further, illuminating more space beside them.

There are dried and rotten heads hanging on it. They all belong to girls. Their long hair hangs down, but their mouths and eyes are wide open, like a weird mothman, but instead of compound eyes and mouthparts, they are stuffed with Unhatched juvenile maggots, maggots are entangled, wriggling, and grouped together one by one.

These skulls seem to be a growth base for larvae!

Those dead girls, their missing heads were brought here by the murderer.

The Mothman uttered a sharp cry and rushed towards her. Although this attack was quick but disorderly, it was more like a wild animal's common sense.

Cresnik jumped up lightly, his brown-black hair flying in the air with the violent movement.With her waist as the axis, she turned around in mid-air, and before she landed, she slashed down with the hunting knives in both hands with the force of her body downward. The hunting knives were like thunder, bringing sharp ringing sounds in the air.Flames cling to it, illuminating the distorted face of the Moth Man below.

At the same time, Cresnik could see all the details of the Mothman's face.

It really was Madame Butterfly who sang like a nightingale on stage before. Now she has a ferocious face, protruding fangs, and compound eyes protruding from the eye sockets in a semicircular shape.

The saber has arrived, whistling fiercely, and the kinetic energy of her jumping down with all her strength is attached to the saber. If an ordinary person is hit by this saber, it will be split directly from the skull by the two sabers until the abdominal cavity is divided into three parts. share.

Coupled with the flame she ignited on the knife, even those dark creatures with great reputations in the Middle Ages may not be able to take the knife.

Blood spattered, and a pair of deformed arms were raised in the air.

At that moment, with her excellent vision, Mothman twisted her body and avoided the fatal knife, only to be cut off with both arms.

Stimulated by the pain, it opened its mouth, and instead of making that sharp cry, it rang out an extremely beautiful song like it was on stage.

The singing voice reverberated in this space, because of the echo effect, it was amplified very loudly, like a lark singing a cappella in the ear.

The hanging hair tips of the dead girls' heads shook slightly, as if responding to it.

Cresnik's face was condensed, resisting the discomfort of hearing, he waved his wrist, and threw the long knife whizzingly, nailing the Mothman to the wall.

The long knife was pierced through the throat, and the singing stopped abruptly.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound behind her.

Several bullets were fired from behind Cresnik, and as they approached her, the flying bullets were heated by an almost white flame, the gunpowder exploded prematurely, and then the metal casing melted and fell to the ground.

Cresnik turned around, and behind her, a middle-aged sloppy man came out from the secret door, holding a gun in both hands, his eyes were red, and his whole body was trembling.

She recognized that this person was the ticket inspector at the gate.

When she entered the venue before, she had considered under what circumstances the murderer could accurately lock the target. Judging from the previous victims, those girls had distinctive features, which must be the result of careful selection .

Therefore, he must have a position where he can observe the audience openly and aboveboard, where all the audience can have a panoramic view, so that he can slowly choose among everyone.Until the target he wants is compared.

An actor on the stage is a good position, but often on a stage with strong light, looking down is blurry and dark. Lu Yi judged that if Alexandra didn't have those moths, she would be just an ordinary person .It is impossible for her to calmly see every audience on the stage.

What's more, judging from the present, this beautiful Madame Butterfly is a hideous monster in private.

Cresnik had thought about this for a long time, and now it seemed that it was only because the murderer was never alone.

Who else has seen the faces of all the audience? In this theater, there is another character who is often not noticed, that is, the ticket inspector at the beginning.

"You... how dare... how dare you treat my Madame Butterfly like this!" the ticket inspector growled hoarsely with red eyes.

He looked at the moth-man who was nailed to the wall and had almost lost his vitality, his face was covered with tears and snot: "Do you know how hard it took me to get Madame Butterfly to sing again... Bitch, I want to kill you to avenge Madame Butterfly!"

He simply dropped the gun, pulled out a kitchen knife from his coat, and rushed over desperately.

Cresnik didn't have to make any effort to deal with him, he just dodged sideways, kicked the middle-aged man's wrist with his left leg, and the opponent's hand shook, and the knife fell to the ground.

Then the ticket inspector felt a pain in his jaw and a buzzing in his head. He was thrown to the ground by a huge force, and a shoe stepped on his head.

He struggled on the ground, screaming: "You don't understand anything at all, you don't know what Madame Butterfly means! You devil! My Madame Butterfly! My soul, my life!"

Kresnik squatted down, pulled his hair, looked at him with blue-green cat eyes, bright red blood slipped from her eyelashes: "I'm not interested in knowing, and I don't want to hear it at all. I just want to know, you When are you going to hell?"

She looked up and looked around at the heads of those dead girls, their beautiful shaking long hair still told the vigor of the master's life.

Without hesitation, Cresnik then rammed him in the neck with the hilt of the knife.

......

On the streets of Milan, people who have watched the opera are still walking out, and the neon lights make the people on the street feel comfortable and relaxed.

Suddenly, a manhole cover on the ground was pushed open with a "squeak", and a beautiful girl covered in blood crawled out from inside, her dress was messy.

When passers-by were stunned by this curious scene, the girl's left hand that hadn't fully crawled out threw out the corpse of a monster again, with a hideous shape and dripping blood.

She casually threw the dead monster into the street, ignoring the screams of passers-by, and grabbed the nearest man.

"Call the police and say that you have found the serial murderer."

Since you choose to escape from these demons and whitewash the peace, let me lift this bloody curtain with my own hands.

Otherwise, when the real crisis comes, it won't be solved by small fights like now.