Honkai Diary, Starting with Domestic White-haired Dumplings

Zeke shouldn't be like this.

But what kind of life Zeke should live and what kind of thoughts he should have, Kiana doesn't seem to be able to tell.

"Crack!"

Shotgun loaded.

Zeke closed his collar, let out a breath of hot air, and said:

"Kiana, I think you should know that you are not an ordinary person. And your future destiny is far more difficult than you think. Learn to be cruel from now on. I think it will help you."

"...I don't want to learn. Let's leave quietly, Zeke, and call the police later!"

Kiana couldn't understand Zeke's meaningful words, she just used the word "call the police" that she didn't trust at all, trying to persuade Zeke.

Zeke just looked up, looked at the sky that was close to the real night, and said:

"Of course I can run away, and if I want, I can make them never find me, but I refuse."

"why?"

"Because, like you, in order to survive in this cruel world, I also have to adapt to cruelty and killing. You can not participate, but my eyesight will become extremely poor after dark, and without you I will Die. So choose Kiana, help me or leave."

"me……"

Kiana stammered for the day, and then chose to compromise in frustration. She seemed to have no other choice, how could she leave Zeke!

Not long after she left her only relative, she was still twelve or thirteen years old. At this time, Qiana was in a period when her three views were not yet stable. Now that she exerted influence, she still had time to change some of her personality.

In a few more years, when she has gone through some journeys and the influence of Siegfried has been completely fixed in her mind, Kiana will inevitably become the mischievous, kind, innocent Kiana she used to be—and then find out. Embarrassed life experience, experienced loss again and again, became the sky ranger that people can't wait to kill the screenwriter.

Compared to that outcome, Zeke would rather she wasn't so innocent and kind.

It's okay not to be the likable heroine, don't live so tiring anymore, this is Zeke's only hope for Qiyana at the moment.

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Chapter 7 Blind Sniping Death

As Zeke said, after dark, his eyesight deteriorated sharply.But in the brightly lit room, the light came out from the window, but it just happened to clear the scene of the room.

In this case, Zeke can also capture the heads of people in the house.

"Two in front of the window on the first floor and one in front of the window on the second floor are the people who are in charge of vigilance..."

The noise has subsided, and Zeke knows that, except for the vigilant people, most of the rest of the guys should have almost drank.

The fine tradition of hairy bears is worth carrying forward.

So, the time is ripe.

After dawn, Zeke's eyesight can be restored, but most of the people in the room will be awake.What's more, after waiting for one night, Zeke's physical strength and state will also decline, and his own combat power may not be stronger than this moment.

So, now is the best time.

Zeke gestured to Qiyana, and the bow and crossbow started.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Three arrows in a row, from loading to shooting in one go, the whole process takes less than five seconds, the standard head has already been adjusted to the best through the results of brain analysis, and there is no need to aim with eyes, blind shooting is enough to headshot.

"Praise!"

The sound of glass breaking one after another came.

Zeke knew that he had murdered.

However, the mood is very calm.

The mental construction has been done as early as the monitoring time, and the actual killing of people, except for a little nervousness, Zeke does not feel any discomfort.

Kiana, who was lying beside him, grabbed the snow and dirt on the ground unbearably, but she didn't look away.

"Now, you are my eyes."

Zeke's advice was imprinted in her mind, and Kiana knew that her observation was already related to herself, and even more to Zeke's life and death.

There was a brief commotion in the house.

A hapless man poked his head halfway out of the first-floor window, thinking he was cautiously observing the enemy's situation outside the window.

Then he was taken away by Zeke.

Then, the lights in the house went out.

Noisy, but also completely dead silence.

"There are seven more."

Zeke said, not only for himself, but also for Kiana, who plays the role of eyes.

Worried that Qiyana was too nervous, she didn't take it easy, and Zeke reached out and patted her on the back.

"I'm fine." Kiana gritted her teeth, her eyes fixed on the window and door of the house, not even daring to blink.

"That's good. In the second stage, keep watching."

As Zeke said so, he took out two tightly corked beer bottles from his waist in the dark.

His eyes really can't see, and night blindness can't be recovered with a simple adjustment in a day or two.

However, the location of his side and the location of the house are fixed, and the three-dimensional orientation model has long been imprinted in Zeke's mind.

Zeke weighed the weight of the wine bottle, weight, arm strength, wind speed, distance, and direction. A series of information turned into a complete calculation formula in his mind, and then he threw two wine bottles one after another.

"It's accurate, it's all thrown in."

Kiana issued a confirmation statement.

Zeke said "um".

In the room, the irritating gas began to spread rapidly.

This is Zeke's self-made chemical weapon. With the materials that can be found in the town, it can't make things that kill quickly, so the liquid in the two bottles has only two effects that are amplified to the extreme - diffusion and tear gas to blind.

"what!"

"What? What is that?"

"My eyes hurt!"

"Go! Let's go!"

During the collision and the table and chairs falling to the ground, Zeke heard the door open.

"Kiana!" Zeke called out.

Kiana responded quickly: "The middle left, and the right! There are two people in total!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Zeke almost closed his eyes and shot two arrows, shooting back the two people who were staggering about to touch the door.

This door is barely wide enough for three adult men to enter and exit at the same time, so the five words left, middle left, middle, middle right, and right are enough for Zeke to lock the position of the person who goes out.

But after all, it was the information conveyed by Kiana. Zeke can only guarantee that he can shoot people, and it is in the upper body, but it is really impossible to confirm where the shot is.

Kiana reported the results in time:

"Both of them hit the chest. They...they didn't move. Left middle grid, about two meters behind the door, and one squatting."

Zeke frowned.

The information was more vague and uncertain, he counted for a second and fired three arrows.

After a while, Kiana reported:

"Two hits, one on the leg, one... one on the head, and also dead."

"Four."

Zeke said coldly.

This is the number of people left.

Then, he took out the tear gas bottle hanging on the other side of his waist.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of wine bottles shattering in the room came.

The tear gas that had just dissipated because of the door opened, filled the room again, and continued to torment the visual organs of the people in the room.

Wounds that are burned by fire, continue to burn will make them more injured.Similarly, eyes that have been damaged by gas are not immune to this damage.Especially as the gas concentration continues to increase, the victim's eyes will only become more painful.

Sure enough, a tragic cry of pain soon came from the room.

Then, it was the random shooting caused by the collapse.

The riot naturally alarmed the neighbors.But the people in the town knew that the people in this room were not good people, and now there are still gunshots, no matter how you think about it, it is not a good thing.So no one dared to come out to watch, for fear of being involved in danger.

Thanks to this, Zeke could hear the screams in the room more clearly, and roughly identified the direction after the gunshots ended.

Zeke's hand found a shotgun generously funded by the hardware store owner, a shotgun that could only hold one bullet at a time.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

After four shots, four reloads, and stroking the loaded shotgun, Zeke turned his ears to the side, listening to the sound of the house.