[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

The pale monster walked out of the woods. On the road, he encountered a policeman yelling at him that there was a major accident in front of him. Unrelated people are not allowed to approach. He nodded and lowered his black top hat. The wide brim of the hat blocked most of his face, leaving only one chin. He said it was hard work, and the cloak was on Shi Shi ran away from Xiongying on his arm.

With the help of painted facial features that are almost real, the pale monster boarded the Shinkansen, got off the bus and boarded the bus, and returned to the speakeasy two hours later.

He pushed open the door of the bar "I'm back."

The air is filled with a condensed rusty smell, like the smell of sprayed blood after it has dried up and blackened. In addition, there is a bit of unexpected fresh fishy sweet smell. He guessed that it was left two to three hours ago, according to the time. Then, Sigang Muhang was injured in the j, he asked Sigangmuhang sitting on the bar chair, "Is the injury healed?"

The hand of the dead handle wooden hanging playing cards stopped, "How do you know?"

The pale monster put the cloak on the hanger, "I smell it."

Sigangmu Hang snorted softly, noncommittal, his mood had recovered, he was no longer the hysterical look he had when he just came back two hours ago, thinking that all the strength he had cultivated for a while had been sent in, Sigangmu still couldn't help but lower his voice Voice "One day All Might will be killed."

Hearing this sentence, the pale monster glanced at the black mist, which was wiping the quilt, and shrugged slightly. He couldn't stop the dead handle wood hanging, so let him vent.

Now that this event is over.

The Pale Monster greeted Dead Handwood and left the speakeasy.

He drew his facial features, put on a black top hat and went out neatly on the street. Without the black cloak, there were fewer people staring at him.

Although in this era, the darkness is not controlled by afo, and the dark forces have also retreated to the ground, but they are still lingering.

He entered a bar on the street, and after he opened the door, a melodious and soothing music came. The overall cold blue bar was deserted, with few people sitting on the seats, and the pianist was playing on the side of the stage. Playing music, as soon as he entered, a waiter greeted him, and smiled at him apologetically, "Hello, we are a membership system here, not whether you are or not"

The pale monster took out a card from the left breast pocket and handed it to him. The waiter took out the instrument and scanned it to make a "beep" sound, then handed the card back to him with both hands, "This way please."

The waiter led the way. He took the pale monster into the elevator, and then said a few words into the headset. The pale monster felt the friction sound of steel plates separating under his feet, and then the elevator slowly descended. This is the first floor, and then to The bottom is the ground floor, and there are only buttons for the first to fourth floors at the elevator buttons.

The elevator descended slowly, and the waiter bowed to the pale monster and stretched out his hand, asking him to face the back.

The elevator stopped, and the sound of landing was heavy and muffled. The seamless iron wire in the center of the back of the elevator was slowly splitting, and the sound outside was muffled at first, like the muffled sound of a tuberculosis patient covering his mouth with a handkerchief. As the cracked gap became more and more difficult, the sound gradually roared, like the roar of dozens of planes when they approached the ground. The hustle and bustle almost toppled the roof, and the human voice condensed into a heat wave. Come.

Walking through a road that is tens of meters long, I came out of the bright hole, facing a huge underground venue almost like a stadium. The gamblers shouted frantically at the top of their lungs, and the heat wave rolled along with the noise, forming a huge sea of ​​sound and spreading underground.

The waiter and the pale monster briefly introduced the structure here, told him where to bet, the emergency passage and the registration office.

"Have fun playing."

The waiter bowed, turned and left respectfully.

He stood on the aisle, raised his black face slightly and looked at it politely. At the beginning, he told afo that he needed a place to earn money. Afo said a lot, but he rejected them all in the end, "Your moral standard is unexpectedly high. .”

Seeing that he refused, afo sent him a card, "Go here and try it, maybe you will like it."

The bottom fighting arena.

The pale monster looked at the three large screens that formed a triangle and hung in the center. On it were players who were fighting desperately and covered with scars. The odds of winning and losing were written next to it. The scenes alternated one by one, stirring people's heartstrings with screaming cheers or disdainful contempt. The gamblers also had red eyes, blue veins on their foreheads, and gnashed their teeth.

As if the enemy of life and death wants to tear off a piece of meat from the enemy and chew it.

A group of people came behind, and the leader shouted "Don't get in the way" and stretched out his hand to push. The pale monster turned sideways to avoid the hands, and then picked another place to continue observing.

At this time, a tall, naked man stopped beside him, his shoulders and arms were knotted, and his veins were exposed, "Not bad. Hey, do you want to have a fight?"

The pale monster politely refused. He looked at a table and estimated the force comparison between the two and placed a bet, but unexpectedly, the stronger one lost.

He asked the person next to him, "Is this in compliance with the regulations?"

Fake punches.

The man didn't answer directly, but he also said, "You will lose money just by betting."

He made another bet in reverse, and the strong one won.

The person beside him snorted, "This kind of low-level stage, it's just playing this kind of trick."

"I'm Luanba, if you want to try, you can find me."

"The criteria for winning and losing is" he asked Luanbo.

Luanbo smiled, "It's over if someone admits defeat."

Ah win life lose death ah.

Blood splattered in the center of the arena, and sweat fell to the ground along with the blood. The ears were filled with the fanatical roar of the spectators. The roar condensed into the eternal whispers of demons soaring and circling in the sky. Stacked on top of each other, the black crowd almost broke through the steel railing.

"Sent off the field"

He continued to ask Luanbo, "Does throwing the other party off stage count as a win?"

Luanbo spat, "According to the rules, if the opponent admits defeat, loses consciousness, or fails to get up within the specified time, it is considered a loss, but if you play like this, it will be boring."

"Thank you."

He nodded and went to the registration point to ask for a form and began to fill in the form. He thought about filling in "Bingqi" in the nickname column.

When I read the book before, I saw that the ancients referred to white as the color of ice and light.

After registering, he handed him a small round signboard with 34 written on it, and the round-faced woman with sheep horns smiled at him, "Just pick a seat here, and wait a while when it's your turn." There is a system broadcast."

He nodded, sat on the highest seat, looked at the crowd buried together like an anthill from a distance, took off his black suit jacket and put it on the seat, unbuttoned the cuff buttons one by one, and rolled up the cuffs slightly Pulled the wrist to expose the wrist, moved the hands and ankles, and was not restrained by restraint.

"number 34"

The narrator's excited cry spread throughout the audience, "Let me see who this No. 34 player is from! What kind of personality do I see? Whether it's a deliberate lie, a cunning cover-up of his information, or a rare sight that came from thousands of miles to send us to death." wait and see"

"And his opponent, the famed Whirlwind will tell this kid with blood and fists that lies about strength are useless here"

The pale monster walked down the steps slowly. His opponent seemed to gain momentum by accepting the light and the attention of everyone on the highest stage, and then disappeared from everyone's eyes as quickly as if someone had been dug out of his retina. In the next second, he followed With the voice of the narrator, the spectators discovered that the rapid whirlwind appeared in the fighting arena.

"ko"

"It was another heavy punch that killed the opponent. The rookie Bingqi is rising and swears his existence to the ranked players with absolute strength."

The pale monster pressed down on the black top hat, preventing the frantic flying lights from shining directly on his face. The referee couldn't wait to rush to the unconscious contestant, blew his whistle in his ear, and counted down to ten, and fell to the ground. The player still didn't wake up.

The referee swung his raised hand heavily, heralding another victory for Bingqi.

The pale monster returned to his seat and began to calculate how much start-up capital he had saved. Luanpo's threatening hill-like body walked up to him, "Fight with me."

He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not interested in violence."

Luanbo sneered, "Then why are you here?"

"Make money."

Before Luanbo said anything, the pale monster continued, "But that's enough for now."

Sitting next to him in a chaotic manner, he said "boring" without any kindness.

The pale monster ignored the martial idiot. He continued to point and click on the screen of his mobile phone to check the total number of bounties obtained from more than a dozen fights. For him, this kind of business was just a quick way to accumulate money in a short period of time, and he didn't have that much enthusiasm. Brainstorming.

The pale monster really wants to analyze the trend of the stock.

It's a pity that Nagasawa Iris still needs to compile small software, and he doesn't have time.

Thousands of replicas who are being forced to study refuse to explore the next time and space

The pale monster who wanted to open a back door but was rejected by countless people ヽノ

At this time, I heard Luanbo say, "There's a big gang active here recently, I don't know what they want to do."

"big gang"

"The Dead and Bad Ba Zhai Society, the gangsters left over from the era of no personality, still survived when the underground forces were dismantled and cleaned up, but after the new young master came to power, their actions became intensive, and they seemed to be recruiting people everywhere. It's easy to recognize, wearing a crow beak mask and a closed white protective suit, one by one seems to be spreading biochemical viruses."

The pale monster felt that this had nothing to do with him, so he lazily turned off the phone and put the phone in his pocket, "Luanbo will be targeted, as a ranked master in the underground fighting arena."

Luanbo sneered, "This is a fighting arena, so fighting naturally speaks for itself."

"Good luck." The pale monster waved his hand at him, put on his coat and prepared to leave from the place where the heat wave swept.

Before going far, the pale monster saw a person with a strange crow beak mask approaching Luanbo, bowed his head and said a few words to him, then Luanbo got up and left with him.

Before the emergence of individuality, the Japanese Yakuza was a spontaneous civil organization to maintain the post-war order, and the predecessor of the Italian Mafia was a civil organization that resisted foreign aggression. The idea of ​​aggression also turned a corner and ran straight to the road of breaking the law and committing crimes.

It is understandable that a new young master born from a society of individuality would have such lofty ideas as purely strengthening his power.

Back to the speakeasy.

"where did you go"

"Go out and let the wind go."

The pale monster sniffed his coat, and smelled a very complex and strange smell mixed with sweat and blood, which had been unconsciously contaminated after staying in that frenzied place for a long time.

As for his whereabouts, he didn't want to explain clearly and completely to Shigang Muhang, after all, he just gathered together for "a future of freedom and indulgence".

He flicked the corner of his jacket to remove a speck of white ash.