The Elf Guide is in my heart

"What's wrong with you Ning? Have you found Uncle Te?" Lan leaned against the wall and asked anxiously.

But what responded to her was Ning's silence and his pale face.

"What happened? What happened outside the house?" Lan's pupils suddenly began to shake.

The woman's sixth sense tells her that the house is safe at the moment, but there is danger outside the house.

Because she could tell that Ning Cong had just gone out, and after he came back, his expression became a little scary.

What happened outside the house? It can make Ning scared like this.

According to Lan's understanding of Ning, the latter has always impressed her as bold but not impulsive, brave but not reckless. His words and deeds are always calm and reasonable.

"Ning, around your mouth, on your collar, on your chest, are you..." Lan actually noticed something on the latter's clothes right away.

But Lan still wiped the mouth clean for the latter without any disdain.

It's just that Ning didn't make any moves during the whole process.

He didn't speak, nor was he polite as usual, as if he had lost his mind and soul.

But it was this kind of Ning that made Lan's heart even more uneasy and made her truly afraid.

A mutated dog, a murder occurred in front of her eyes.

In Lan's view, Ning's handling of all this seemed extremely sophisticated.

After the whole incident, Ning's performance was in sharp contrast to his own inaction.

It is simply unbelievable that one is a sophomore who is about to become a junior at the beginning of school, while the other is just a preparatory student.

This kind of person has made Lan rely on her from just now until now.

Looking at Ning's face, Lan always had an illusion.

It seems that nothing can trouble the latter, and he can face anything in front of him calmly.

The feeling was the same as when I was with my grandfather, that sense of stability.

What is speechless is that Ning seems to exude a sense of unfounded security.

Because there is a big gap between Ning's strength and Zhan's grandfather.

But the strange thing is that that sense of security is strong and stable. It is not an illusory thing, but a real thing.

"Is it temperament? Is it psychology?" Lan pondered secretly.

"True strength comes from the soul, and only the strength of the soul can create a truly strong person."

This is the first rule of practice in Takasaki Pingding Gym, and it is also the most important one that my grandfather often requires of his disciples.

Although it was his own gym and his own grandfather.

But Lan believed for a long time that this was just a method promoted by his grandfather and the gym's senior officials.

But until she met Ning.

A preparatory student and a giant sting bee can be so strong.

This is true when faced with Nidoran, who has mastered many unique skills, this is true when faced with the terrifying mutation of Kati, and the same is true when faced with the headless female secretary.

That kind of unhurried calmness deeply attracted Lan, and even became obsessed with him. What is the upper limit of the latter?

"This is what grandpa said is powerful..."

Maybe Ning was really scared, anxious, and nervous inside.

But so what, such a forbearing ability is also eye-catching.

However, what shocked Lan at this moment was that such Ning could be afraid.

The fear on his face was like the rain in June, which could not be dissipated for a long time, and it was torturing his fragile nerves that were already exhausted.

"Ning, what's wrong with you?"

"rather!!"

"Ning, cheer up!!!" Lan didn't care about the difference between men and women at this time.

She placed her hands gently on Ning's cheeks, shaking them slightly.

She naturally hopes to awaken the latter. If they continue to be so sluggish, the future of both of them will be unpredictable.

Especially Lan, she knows what level she is.

Without Ning, it is estimated that the appearance and method of her death would not be much better than that of the female secretary lying on the ground, and it would even be difficult to leave a complete body.

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The time is pushed forward a little.

Ning walked out of the house and followed the direction in his memory, looking for the place where he had just left the special police officer.

Maybe when we get to that place, we might find a special police officer.

Or, ask a random police officer to report everything that happened in the room where the "Katie Dog" was detained.

This is the 8th Precinct, the Pokémon Police Department, which can handle cases as quickly and efficiently as possible.

The Kati dog that just escaped may have been captured by some capable police officers.

After all, although that "Carty Dog" is evil, it is something that can be solved with just one kick.

Therefore, I believe that for professionals, it must be a piece of cake, not even a small test.

But, but, Ning never expected that there would be no one alive in this large police station.

How long has it been since Ning walked away? What's stuck on the wall?

"Blood? Flesh?" Ning couldn't believe his eyes.

He raised his head, not daring to look down.

The torn police uniform irritated his nerves, especially the bright red police badge, which fell to the ground and lost its usual luster.

There were broken limbs and broken arms in other rooms, bloody bones, and the air was filled with scarlet that could be seen with the naked eye.

That dazzling bright red color and pungent smell.

Ning stayed where he was and lost his ability to think.

He couldn't even clearly tell how many bodies were lying here.

Houses, hallways, everywhere, everywhere.

"Bahta, bahta." Ning's feet were walking on the ground, and his boots were stained with liquid on the ground.

liquid? It's not water anyway.

Ning's sensitive nerves told him that what was flowing under his feet was not just pure liquid, but something else.

Because he was not walking smoothly, some things were hard and some were soft.

Even wearing waterproof boots, Ning felt that every step he took was a test of his psychology. Every foot seemed to be stepping on nails, gravel, and shards of glass.

It was a busy scene just now, but now it is truly terrifyingly silent.

This time, Ning did not suppress the nausea in his heart. He held on to the wall and let it pour out. He vomited it all. In the end, he could only retching and regurgitate the stomach acid.

Because, he knew that even if he was maturing, he would not be able to survive such a scene calmly.

"This···"

Cracks of varying sizes began to appear on the wall that he was holding on to.

Who knows what this police station has been through.

In Ning's previous life, there was a saying: "If you have any problem, go to the people's police."

But in this elven world, when the police encounter trouble, who should they turn to?

army? No kidding, in this world, especially in the elven region, police officers are the army on another level.

The Pokémon Police Department is responsible for the stability and peace of the entire region.

Anyone and anything that threatens the area falls within the scope of the police department's responsibilities.

They are both the army and the police.

The Kanto Pokémon Association functions as a government, and its subsidiary organization, the Kanto City Security Headquarters, controls and directs all police stations in Kanto.

Therefore, the police station can be understood as the defense force of Kanto.

But such an institution was actually invaded, which simply refreshed Ning's understanding of the elf world.

"Is this done by one person? Or by a group of people?" Ning rubbed his temples with some pain, so that he could think calmly.

In Ning's previous life, he so openly entered the country's defense institutions and massacred its staff. What was the difference between this and a direct declaration of war?

Ning thought of some so-called serial murderers he had read about in his previous life, and even the police were frightened by their deeds.

If the person who bloodbathed the police station today was the same person, then compared with this person, the criminals in Ning's previous life would be a joke, and they would be as good as kindergarten.

The structure, methods, and strength of the two are not on the same level at all.

"Because of the power of elves, the criminals here can actually despise the entire Kanto region." Ning must immediately re-establish his three views on the world.

At this moment, Ning suddenly remembered what the fat director said to him. He patted his chest and boasted to himself and Lan: "The Eighth Precinct will never be captured."

But look at it now, capture?

The entire Eighth Precinct was completely covered in blood from top to bottom. It was really ridiculous.

I wonder if the fat director of the Eighth Precinct is in good health now.

But in this matter, Ning at least learned one truth, and that is; "No matter what happens, don't act recklessly and harm others and yourself. Be humble and live a good life."

The search was fruitless, so Ning had to return the same way and reunited with Lan.

This section of the road back was the most difficult road for Ning to walk in this life and his previous life.

He didn't know why, but all the police officers' bodies were torn apart and dismembered.

But only their heads were intact. Their expressions were distorted or even deformed, with pale faces, protruding eyeballs, and long tongues sticking out.

Everything represents the pain they suffered before death and the horrific sight they saw.

Ning suddenly felt so tired, and his heart began to collapse.

The scene in front of him was already obvious, so there was no need for Ning to waste his brain cells thinking about it.

Being able to separate everyone's heads is definitely not something human beings can do, it must be the power of elves.

And looking at his methods, there is no doubt that he is an elf with super powers.

In addition to the fact that everyone died in the same way, it was estimated that it was the work of a very small number, or even one person.

Now this demon-like man has invaded the Eighth Precinct police station.

And the road Ning walked on was like a road to hell, a road that was truly stained red drop by drop by human blood.

No matter the road ahead or the road behind, it seems that either side is the real netherworld.

Invisible hands were pulling him, bit by bit, into the darkness, as if they wanted to devour him.

Ning couldn't see his way out. He didn't know why, but his breathing gradually became difficult and his eyelids became heavy.

Even though he was wearing an elite combat police uniform with an automatic temperature adjustment function, why was he still so cold?

Ning felt that his body temperature had dropped several degrees. The corridor of the police station seemed to be endless, like an ice cave.

The heads seemed to have grown on the ground. They looked at Ning, the lonely figure, with different expressions.

Suddenly, Ning's ears strangely remembered the sound of a human voice.

"You know how to die?"

"Will you come and accompany us!"

"Come, come, come, let's go together..."

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"Who is that person!!!" Ning was so frightened that he froze in place.

His body was spinning around crazily like an electric shock. His tight nerves couldn't tolerate any stimulation at all, and his spirit was gradually beginning to collapse.

He scanned everything around him as if possessed.

But the shocking thing is that except for the dead, there are no living people.

Except for himself, there was no one else around, but his ears clearly heard several different sounds.

"Hahahaha!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I died so miserably, so miserably!"

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"Fuck!!!" Ning cursed directly.

He desperately hinted that he should calm down and calm down.

He clenched his upper and lower jaws tightly, because his teeth were chattering with cold, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

"Where did this sound come from?" Ning felt that if he didn't understand this problem, he would collapse sooner or later.

"Whether it's a human or a ghost, let me see with my own eyes. Even if it means death, I want to understand." At this moment, Ning directly thought about his own end.

For people, for a thoughtful person, the fear of the unknown is the most deadly.

Because fear itself is not necessary to scare people, people's rich imagination will scare themselves to death.

Ning's feet softened and he squatted directly on the ground. The next moment, Ning's face was completely drained of blood.

"Oh~, you finally saw us!"

"How about it? How about becoming like us!"

"Run away, struggle, and die in pain!"

Those heads, their dead eyes seemed to be alive, staring fiercely at the only living person.

All the heads were looking at the lonely Ning at the same time. .

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