The Death Knell

"Why do these Blood King's men wear green cloaks?"

After dispersing the rescued children, the master and apprentice walked to a portal hidden in the alleys of the city, but the secret guest suddenly seemed to think of something and asked this question:

"Since it is called the Blood King, the color of blood should be red. Could it be that his blood has turned green due to radiation?"

"In addition to radiation, the reason for the green blood may also be'harmony', but that is another matter." Walking in a dark alley, walking past the corpse of a tramp lying on the side of the road, Su Ming searched for new memories. Secret location in the house: “As for the Blood King, he looks more like a skinned alien, revealing the red muscle tissue underneath. He said it’s not a devil, and it’s not like a human being. It can be regarded as It’s some kind of distortion."

"So he likes red with green? The taste is really bad."

Liana immediately complained, just thinking about the skinless alien, she couldn't help laughing.

"A few decades ago, red and green might be considered a fashion trend, but on today's 40K earth, probably only the phantom can wear it like this." The death knell stopped, and he lifted a manhole cover on his foot. Below is a base of operations for those'wolves'.

It's not too big, but it's spacious enough as a transfer station, but there are a lot of corpses in it. I don't know what they think. Maybe it's food reserves?

But that doesn't matter, there is a new door in this place, and it is possible to take a shortcut and reach the end of the world.

"It seems that the R&D data of the Northern Central Positron Company can only be retrieved next time. Let's go. Let's take a shortcut. The good show we want you to watch is also there." Su Ming asked Strangulation to help cover the manhole. He himself opened a door in the underground base, and the familiar swirling energy flow suddenly appeared in front of him.

There was nothing to say, and the two went through the door.

The next second, they arrived at a certain American train station in 1977, standing in the corner of a platform, with no people around. A watch hung on the wall not far away indicated that it was midnight.

"This place is called'our world'. Would you like to see Stephen himself in Stephen's works?" Su Ming walked towards the other end of the platform and asked the secret guest by the way.

According to the memory of the novel in his previous life, now that Steven has just finished writing "The Shining", he is famous, has made money, and is opening a new bookmark sale in New York.

This Steven has also fallen into a kind of cycle, going back to the hotel to sleep every night, signing and selling books during the day, as if the signing ceremony will never end.

"This is not our world, so forget it." Mike followed in the footsteps of the teacher and touched her holster: "If you want to see Stephen, there is one on our planet 40K, just an ordinary rich person. ."

Su Ming smiled, noncommittal, but didn't say much, just continued his journey.

As he passed the platform, he heard the sound of a train approaching, and then saw a woman wrapped in a trench coat and wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night, sneaking up behind a child and shoving it off the platform.

The vehicle was speeding by, and the super hearing only heard a pop. The victim was like a tomato falling from a high altitude, hitting a pulp on the front of the car, and even one ear splashed to the foot of the death knell.

Under the light, the snow-white little ears flicked a few times, and after exhibiting good elasticity, they soon stopped moving, and gradually a small pool of blood stains.

Su Ming looked down at the wreckage of the victim, and then at the woman who ran away in a hurry. The rush of the high heels on the ground was about as fast as her heartbeat.

"...So when I have a chance next time, I think of a plan to trick Mr. Stan Lee out again and let you get to know him."

He continued to walk along the platform, as if nothing had happened, and talked to the secret guest about the narrative level. This was an exchange between the Supreme Master.

Liana was a little concerned. She rubbed the back of her head and smacked her mouth: "Is that woman a perverted murderer? She seems a little abnormal."

"You only saw one cycle, so the conclusion is only half, my student, now you look back." Su Ming stopped and signaled the secret guest to watch for a while, and she will soon clear.

I saw the woman who had just escaped back to the railroad track at some point. She seemed a little confused, turning her head around and looking around. When she found that it was a familiar car, she was shocked.

But before she could react, a little boy suddenly emerged from behind him. He was exactly the same as the boy who had been pushed off the rails and killed him before. He slammed into the woman's back and knocked him off the rails.

At this moment, another subway arrived, smashing the woman, and even one ear splashed on the foot of the secret guest.

Under the light, the snow-white little ears flicked a few times, and after exhibiting good elasticity, they soon stopped moving, and gradually a small pool of blood stains. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Ah... this." The secret guest looked at the teacher suddenly, and it turned out that this was the simplest cycle.

Su Ming smiled and asked her to continue watching, this is still not the whole picture.

The speeding subway didn't even mean to stop after hitting a person. It disappeared into the darkness of the underground transportation network with noise and howls, and the boy pushing the person came to the railroad track with a contented smile, and probed his head downwards. He seemed to want to see what happened to the woman he killed.

At this moment, a woman wrapped in a trench coat and wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night sneaked up behind him, violently exerted force and pushed him off the platform.

The brakes of the subway never worked. When a train came, there was only a slap. The boy was like a tomato falling from a high altitude to the ground, hitting a pulpy on the front of the train, and even one ear splashed to the foot of the death knell. .

The woman hurriedly hid her face and ran away. The frequency of the high heels beating on the ground was about as fast as her heartbeat...

"Do you understand it now?" The death knell asked his student, pulled the **** ear with his toe, and asked the secret agent to analyze it by himself, and if he said it, it was his homework on the school trip.

Liana tilted her mouth, she looked at the ears under her feet, and then at the woman next to the railway not far away reappearing, and the latter's expression of collapse again.

She said: "This is a "cruise of horror" cycle. The boy and the woman are killing each other in an endless cycle. In the world of this story, there is no possibility of saving people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a howling train drove past again, still with the familiar ‘pop’, and another white blood-stained ear fell to the secret guest’s feet.

A new cycle of killing and being killed has begun again.