Human dimension reduction

"What an impertinent request, sir."

The young girl was slim and graceful, and the thin light of the morning sun cast a sparkling halo on her long black hair, as if she had been covered with an expensive silk veil.

However, no matter how beautiful he is, he obviously cannot get preferential treatment from Vincent. The man who is not inferior to her has his hands pressed on the top of his cane, and his chin is slightly raised. With a gesture: "...Vincent Lorraine, save those unnecessary greetings and lengthy title introductions, ma'am, my client would like to know how you are willing to leave this country."

The tracker who came across the ocean stared at the "companion" who did not have any joy for her arrival, with a pair of dark brown eyes mixed with muddy light of unknown meaning: "What if I don't want to?"

"That's why I'm here." The mad doctor held the cane, spun it half a circle, and stated flatly without any fireworks.

"Then you can expel me directly instead of wasting time with me—" She pretended to think for a few seconds, "Negotiate."

When she said the word, she showed a slightly mocking and smug smile.

"No, I think you have misunderstood." The gentleman raised his cornflower blue eyes. I don't know if it is an illusion brought by the light. His indifferent and beautiful pupils were bloody and viscous red, but only for a moment. This kind of red is submerged under the blue, like an illusion that is too fast, "I just convey their wishes according to their requirements, but this is not my opinion."

"Compared to thinking about how to save the hostages, I think it is of course more reasonable to solve the kidnappers - a fast, economical and effective way."

When the dark red and thin lips were simply raised up, there was a sense of indifference and disdain. The two people present seemed to have no intention of having a serious conversation. It was strange that the atmosphere between them was in a certain To some extent, it can be regarded as harmonious.

"...Indeed." Faced with this blatant threat, the soul that belonged to the Killing Bride couldn't agree more.

"You can do the same, you will be my most beautiful husband, and I—I don't mind dying at your hands."

Vincent spun his cane half a circle again, noncommittal to her hinting language.

They have been standing at both ends of the crowd talking, with an empty distance of three or four meters between them, and hostages are crowded on both sides. The distance is so close that no matter how you change your gaze, you will definitely see the faces of people with fear and despair. Faces—even though the Slaughtered Bride controlled their actions, their sanity was enough for them to hear the conversation of these two monsters clearly. If it wasn't for the inability to move their bodies, they would have screamed and ran away from here long ago.

Such a short distance is enough for him to be surrounded and squeezed by layers of crowds and immobilized when he makes any changes—of course, judging from his own ability, it is impossible to be immobilized, but even if he is ruthless The massacre can also block his actions for a few seconds.

And these few seconds, escaping or sneak attacking... is enough to kill the bride and do something beneficial to him.

Obviously, she didn't foolishly give all her trust to this companion who had finally met.

Vincent's emotionless eyes quickly left their faces: "The meaningless temptation can stop."

The young girl put away her pretentious sentimentality cooperatively, but still stood cautiously behind the crowd: "Let me join you—or you."

Vincent did not hesitate at all, and nodded immediately after the other party's voice fell: "Yes."

He promised so quickly it looked like a trap.

The bride stared at him, and suddenly forgot how to respond.

Vincent spread his hands, looking a little frivolous and cunning: "Isn't this your purpose? Don't you particularly like the process of trying to advance and retreat with each other? The lack of these quarreling and mocking processes will make you particularly uneasy ?”

This is different - she frowned and wanted to refute, but found that what he said actually made sense.

She holds more than 3 hostages, and she is quite capable. If she doesn't want to fight to the death, accepting her is almost an inevitable result. It seems that there is really no need for repeated verbal wars.

"Then, in exchange, I will release them—" She wittily gave the corresponding bargaining chip. She is not a pervert who likes to kill, and the purpose of holding these people is to find her companions, or to find someone A place that can hold her.

Even a monster covered with scales and spikes cannot bear a world with only one monster.

But as soon as she said these words, she touched the other party's slightly furrowed and relaxed brows, and subconsciously judged: "You don't want them."

The despair in the eyes of the crowd who heard their conversation was even worse, and some people had already shed tears silently.

Vincent touched the cold silver-plated cane, and his tone was slowly elongated, neither affirming nor denying: "Tiantou, ma'am, I have fulfilled the commission of human beings, in exchange for them not to disturb me, and you will benefit from it soon , so, they are an added bonus of my trip."

"I don't mind," the bride nodded briskly. These 3 people are less important than a beautiful dress in her eyes. She doesn't mind using them to please her future companions. "Then what do you want?"

"Answers to a few questions," Vincent said.

The young girl looked at him and replied cautiously: "As long as I know."

The crazy doctor paused for a moment, and then said: "First of all, please tell me how you came to this world, you know, the way we came here may be different..."

His words are very vague, and it is easy for people to develop free imaginations, but in fact there is no actual content in his words, which is similar to that of a white wolf with empty hands.

Killing Bride hesitated for a moment, she instinctively felt that this "problem" should not be called a problem, but she just said "as long as I know"...

A sly guy.

She defined this beautiful man again in her heart.

"There's nothing I can't say," she said briefly, collecting her thoughts. "After I found out that 'I' was 'I', I kept repeating those things, you should know, those boring 'stories'—they should be It’s called this way, I forgot how many times the manor was cleaned up, maybe dozens of times or more than 100 times? In short, it was many times, and then I suddenly felt that the surroundings were different.”

Like a cat basking in the sun, her almond eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of aftertaste and happiness appeared on her cheeks: "There is something new, it should be the next batch of brides, but the carriage did not show up, The gate of the manor was pushed open by a group of strangers."

A strange and long sigh came out of her mouth, full of the dry, decayed and icy smell of old people stuck with the years, and the soul that had been worn away by the long time under the youthful face sat up from the coffin, full of joy Looking at the thriving new world calmly: "So I knew naturally that my sentence was over and I came to the new world of freedom. After a long, long, long time, finally someone new came to me .”

"So I played a game with them," she licked her lips contentedly, as if remembering those "interesting games", "then they sent a representative and wanted to make an agreement with me, I thought it was a bit interesting , I agreed."

Vincent, unconcerned with her self-aware and thought-rich personal experience, quickly and calmly weeds out all the sentences that state personal thoughts and feelings, and ends up with a little more than nothing.

She didn't know anything, she didn't know why she was here, and she didn't know how to do it, as if everything was a natural behavior, she suddenly developed self-awareness, and then went through a long and repeated "reincarnation" , Suddenly one day I knew that I had come to another world.

...It looks like a third-rate novel made up of nonsense, or a street stall novel with illogical logic and a topsy-turvy plot that cannot be self-consistent.

The whole process is full of disordered and chaotic babblings of the protagonist, overabundant lyricism, messy adjectives and stream-of-consciousness statements.

Vincent frowned unbearably, and changed the question: "From birth, or from the manor?"

This time the other party quickly understood what he meant: "Every time I start from the manor, but I can remember all the experiences very clearly, as if I really just left home."

He asked a lot of questions messily, and these questions were full of jumps, from her favorite food, to the weather on the day she left home for the manor, to the way she killed everyone. The whole day was full of confusion, and I began to feel a little uncertain about my memory: "Is...is it cloudy? Yes, it just rained the day before. When I got out of the carriage, my skirt was still splashed by puddles. No, I should pick that beautiful briar, I can only imagine how beautiful that flower would be on my head-wait a minute, what are you asking for?"

She became agitated by these strange questions, with a look of impatience on her brows, she carefully avoided those questions about her ability, it is every reasonable person's responsibility not to reveal all her cards Instinctive, but it requires her to be on her toes for long periods of time, and it wears her out.

"The last question." Vincent didn't care about her impatience at all. Hearing that it was the last question, she had to suppress the irritability in her heart and listen to him patiently. "The day you found out that 'you' is 'you' , is there anything unusual?"

"No," she answered quickly, he had already asked this question twice, and she blurted out the repeated answer without thinking, "There is nothing abnormal, the castle is still terrible, I just cut down a woman head, her blood made my dress wet and smelly, the Count was looking at me on the second floor, and at that moment it was like a chain snapped on me - just that feeling, you know Right? I woke up suddenly, and when I saw the earl's eyes, I knew that he felt the same way, so I had to kill him, since only one of us can get out of there alive."

Vincent chewed her answer several times, and nodded when she was about to get angry: "I have no problem, then, please come with me, my dear friend."

"As for these annoying encumbrances..."

Killing Bride flicked her fingers indifferently: "Let their...government? Go manage them."

She walked towards her friend full of joy, clasped her hands, and sighed softly: "How much I long to meet you. In this chaotic world, only we can rely on each other."

"We still have a lot of companions," Vincent added calmly, and when the Killing Bride walked up to him and reached out to hold his arm, he stretched out his arms cooperatively, "You are welcome to join, they are all very good people, I'm sure you'll like them—"

A sharp and short sound exploded, and an enamel-decorated dagger in the girl's hand collided with Vincent's half-sliding stick and sword. The metal pulled sparks, and on the smooth mirror surface of the long sword and dagger, two eyebrows There is a smile on the beautiful face.

"Is this your welcome, Mr. Lorraine?" The Killing Bride asked with a half-smile.

Across the blade, the crazy doctor politely replied: "If I remember correctly, you were the one who drew the knife on me first, ma'am."

"Given all the questions you've asked me, it's extremely disrespectful not to introduce me to those 'very good mates', and I can understand that you don't really accept me at all. A trap, isn't it ?”

Vincent commented indifferently: "It's an extremely reckless guess, you should ask me first."

"Really? I'm so sorry, but I trust my own judgment more."

During their unhurried conversation, the short knife and the staff sword had collided with each other more than ten times. The Killing Bride realized that it was not a good idea to fight this man in close quarters, and tried to distance herself a few times so that the surroundings could be controlled by her. The crowd overwhelmed this hateful man, but he seemed to have seen through her thoughts, like bees surrounding a flower, clinging to her side, preventing her from retreating.

To draw an analogy, Killing the Bride should be a mind-manipulating mage. Since she has killed dozens of people with her own hands, she can also work part-time as a hunter who makes good use of traps and a full set of traps, but the crazy doctor is an assassin with full skills. Melee and hand-to-hand combat.

The inch-long scalpel stabbed from all directions, and the black-haired girl was sweating profusely, and there was a lot of danger. She faintly realized that something was wrong, if she dragged on, she might really have to pay the price—— ——She hasn't really died here yet, not counting the time she escaped from the porcelain rose. She doesn't know what will happen if she dies here once, and she doesn't want to use herself as an experiment.

The dense crowd around began to frantically rush towards this side. They rushed towards Vincent's knife with a fearless and heroic posture like sacrificing their lives, vowing to block all actions that hurt and kill the bride, which made Vincent's attack more powerful. After a little delay, the Killing Bride seized this opportunity to get away from the crazy doctor who was entangled with her. The moment her long black hair disappeared into the crowd, the crazy doctor's cornflower blue pupils flashed A cold, sharp light passed.

A Hidden Sword protruded from the shoulder-to-shoulder body, as if it had been waiting there long ago, easily and deeply pierced the girl's abdomen with the forward posture of the girl, and pulled it upwards neatly.

The skin and muscles split apart instantly like sliced ​​butter.

The joy of escape still remained on the girl's white face, and she was frozen in an unbelievable daze. As her body slipped from the Hidden Blade, the rioting 3 people suddenly stopped, and after a moment of freezing, everyone was stunned. He lowered his head in a daze, and looked at his hands—are they able to move? !

The real assassin, who had been hiding in the crowd from the beginning and patiently waited for his prey for a long time, put away the blood-stained Hidden Blade, squatted down and looked at the face of the deceased: "It's attached to the corpse? It's really not picky."

Behind him, the mortician carrying a palace lantern walked out of the nether world. The palace lantern shrouded the body of the deceased, enclosing her in the ghosts of the underworld, preventing her from switching bodies at will. Although I don't know which one is more powerful, the Eastern mythology system or the Western culture, but Obviously, judging from the current situation, Huaxia still prefers the Eastern gods, ghosts and ghosts.

Vincent walked up with the cane already sheathed, well-dressed, looked at the Sardinian assassin expressionlessly, and thanked formulaically: "Thank you for your help, and send my regards to His Majesty the King."

The people around finally realized that they were out of the control of the monster, and all kinds of emotions poured out. The crowd near Vincent and the undertaker began to retreat crazily, trying to avoid these dangerous figures, and the crowd turned into waves again. Extruded textures, except that they have no interest in intimidating people, quickly disappeared from place and left here.

The accident in the capital caused more than a dozen relevant officials to take the blame and resign, and they were punished by the party. Afterwards, there was still a long period of information collation and conclusion. The credit, so the two offset each other, and only downgraded one level to show punishment, but did not revoke his post.

He was released from the Supervision Office the next morning, and as soon as he came back, he called the aftermath team: "When they were talking, did all the parties next to them call over? Is there any record of their specific conversations?" ?”

"Yes, because they still retain their self-awareness. After comparing and supplementing each other, we have basically perfected all the conversations at that time, and the documents will be sent soon."

A medium-sized document was quickly placed on Shao Xinglan's desk.

Shao Xinglan opened the document and began to read it carefully. From when the sun was in the sky to when the sun was setting, he read the document ten times. After reading it from the beginning for the 11th time, he suddenly realized that something was wrong——

Almost eagerly, Shao Xinglan dug out a book from the cabinet. It was a literary work about Bride Killing, the only work published by a little-known novelist in Bald Eagle, the horror novel "Bride Hunting".