[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

An oval shape like plaster dough, the eye sockets are slightly sunken, the bridge of the nose is slightly protruding and longer, and the rest has no ups and downs.

The body on the back is about the size of an adult's upper body, and the thing flapping repeatedly on the sides is the down feathers of an owl.As Steven just deduced, this thing is a dark brown stripe with an almost pitch-black base, with occasional white streaks scattered around, which is the perfect protective color at night and among the branches of dead trees.

The face is like a delicate peach or heart with a slight point at the lower jaw.

This should be a giant white-faced barn owl.

Silently.

The hovering height of this thing was just at the same level as Steven's head. After Cole missed the first chance to shoot, he didn't dare to do it. He was afraid that the thing would evade and the bullet would hit Steven's head instead. .

"Cuckoo!"

The thing barked.

Hunting an owl in the dark?

Arabian Nights.

Steven subconsciously held his breath.

He saw several slender, pitch-black tentacles hanging down from the owl's tail feathers. They were hanging down to the ground, still moving slightly.

It seems to have no feet?

Perhaps it was because he had seen the existence of Naqi, and Steven didn't feel too much fear of this weird creature. He just looked at the pair of sunken nests, and had the illusion of being faintly sucked into the abyss.

The weird mental disturbance woke up Steven and quickly took half a step back.

The strange thing is that this extremely huge faceless owl also flapped its wings and gave way behind.

It looks friendly.

Its appearance brings unbreathable pressure, but it does not possess the instinct of attack itself.

The pitch-black tentacles exploded behind it, and from Steven's perspective, it was as if a pitch-black peacock was opening its tail, trying to show him an abyss that belonged to darkness and tranquility.

Cole's pressure is critical.

"bump--!"

Gunshots sounded.

The bullet hit the darkness of the background, but failed to penetrate.

It raised its head for this.

The darkness began to surge, and countless things in the abyss wanted to break through the barrier, but it remained motionless.

The sound of running and gunshots continued to sound, and it sounded like just a few breaths, and Cole finished a clip.

Steven finally realized that his surroundings had changed, and a black thing rose up, enveloping him and it. Weapon attacks could not penetrate because of the existence of this black membrane, but sound could penetrate.

From the outside, it looked as if the monster had swallowed him alive.

Judging from the sound of footsteps, Cole had already run behind Steven from the opposite side at this time, and seemed to want to continue to attack from other angles.

Looking at the faceless Owl's indifferent appearance, this approach is doomed to be futile.

Steven quickly calmed down.

The Avengers have done a lot of analysis on the existence of Naqi, and some of the researchers believe that Naqi is a "plague doctor" who loves to dissect corpses in horror legends, and even decomposes human bodies to do some kind of research.

It is said that the real plague doctors haunt the streets and alleys every evening, wearing crow mouth masks filled with tobacco drugs, they dragged away all the corpses, burned most of them, and left those with research value, anatomical research, and then made the antidote for the disease , thus saving the world.

Of course, the latter part is absent from horror tales.

If Naqi is the plague doctor, what is this in front of him?

Steven, who was forced to read a lot of horror legends recently, tried to reason: "The faceless man?"

"Coo coo." The Faceless Owl barked twice.

Steven half-raised his shield in a defensive stance while still observing the faceless owl. At first Steven thought it had a blank white face.After careful observation, it is not difficult to find that some down feathers can be found on the edge of its face. It can be seen that the texture of the white plaster on the face is not a mask, but that it really has no face.

Let's call it a faceless owl.

But it doesn't have a bird's snout at all, and it probably doesn't have a tongue, so how does it make a sound?

"Cuckoo."

The Faceless Owl screamed again, and this time Steven could see clearly that there seemed to be a structure similar to Adam's Apple sliding up and down on the Faceless Owl's neck, and this was where the sound was being made.

Then the Faceless Owl finally landed.

It folded its wings and straightened its back.

Steven was surprised to find that this owl was much taller than his half body, with a net height of about 1 meters. After the wings were folded, the body looked very slender. From a distance, it looked like a root poked in plaster. Ball column.

They peeked at each other.

Cole outside shouted "CAP" twice, and Steven tried to put down his shield, responding: "I'm fine!"

There is no way to continue this stalemate. Hearing the temporary silence outside, the Faceless Owl folded its wings and looked at Steven with a slight tilt. It moved its head from side to side from time to time, but it had no intention of actively attacking at all. It seemed that it was not hostile. .

Only then did Steven relax, holding the shield by his side.

"You trapped me here but didn't let my companion in. What do you want to tell me alone?" Steven asked.

"Goo?"

The faceless owl tilted its head 60 degrees, then 90 degrees, very innocent.

Feel……

The neck is about to break...

I don't know why Steven felt that his shoulders and neck were a little sore, and he still had the urge to tilt his head, so he silently raised his hand and rubbed his neck.

Some time ago, Steven had seen Naqi typing, and he got used to it naturally. Seeing that it was unlikely to speak at this time, he took out his mobile phone to unlock the screen and handed it over.

"Can you spell words? Maybe we need to communicate?"

Inspector Faceless Owl - scratched his neck.

"..."

The spring can only know how amazing its length is at the moment it is pulled straight.

Steven was shocked by the suffocating length, he held his breath subconsciously, remained motionless, his eyes moved down, watching the tentacles of the faceless owl crawling to the side of his shoes, and then kissing each other. With a slight entanglement, like a snake raising its neck, the huddled tentacles reached in front of him.

They first shook Steven's face left and right, and then turned their heads to gesture for the phone.

[We can communicate like this. 】

The tentacles entangled into a net, and after a few clicks, simple words were formed.

This faceless owl seems to have a bit of a bad taste. The words like a horror movie billboard almost hit Steven's face. Added black and bold special effect fonts.

Steven was forced to take half a step back in order to see what this guy was fighting for.

"It seems that you don't need a mobile phone anymore." Steven didn't get angry at this childish behavior, and asked again: "Then, you can tell me what you want to tell me."

This time the Faceless Owl began to spell peacefully, without being a demon: 【You have the smell of my kind, I am looking for it. 】

Steven thought of Natch.

"Can you describe it?"

[A little mouse that puts on lipstick, you humans call that breed a hamster. 】

"...?"

This was beyond Steven's expectations, and it obviously wasn't about Natch.

And, a hamster with lipstick?

This combination sounds very strange, it is a strange existence than a cat in a cape, but in fact, not to mention such a strange hamster, Steven has never seen a normal hamster, after all, his working situation is very restrictive High, very unsuitable for raising small animals, and will not pay attention to those.

Steven shook his head, regretting that he had never seen it.

【Not met.You have the smell of it. 】

Probably feeling that Steven didn't understand, Faceless Owl tilted his head almost 180 degrees, and Steven's head was dizzy after watching it.

【It will be attracted by the destructive and pale emotions, and the aura belonging to it on your body is very weak, just a kind of connection in the dark, maybe you should start with those friends who are far away, who are self-destructive tendencies, Have you had any kind of direct contact recently?Items must be mailed directly or entrusted to others, and the information means of Internet SMS are not counted.I need your item of communication with that person in order to track down my target. 】

A nerve in Steven's brain twitched subtly, and his temples began to ache.He didn't change his face: "Will something happen to the person it targets?"

[A long time ago, with the help of surgery provided by another of its kind, it can no longer actively kill people, but its existence will make people feel self-loathing and take revenge on society, thus committing suicide or killing people.However, as long as the self-will is strong enough, it will not be affected by it. 】

"you……"

Just as Steven was about to say something, he noticed that the Faceless Owl suddenly seemed a little annoyed.

A faceless owl that didn't make much movement suddenly turned around and began to rub the feathers under its wings with its bare face. It seemed that it wanted to groom itself, but suffered from the lack of a mouth.

It looks a little pathetic.

Steven was still thinking about the words that were spelled out just now, as well as the many inspection reports about Bucky, and then he took a deep breath when he thought about Stark's inability to perform the operation immediately because of his mental relationship.

He tried to approach the Faceless Owl proactively.

"I'll help you." Steven said gently.

Then he squatted down, put the shield by his side, and stretched out his hand in a posture that could easily be pecked by birds from above.The Faceless Owl withdrew his head and looked at Steven motionlessly.

There was no reaction until Steven's fingers touched its down feathers.

It appears that the Faceless Owl is not resistant to contact.

Its down feathers are very soft to the touch, no wonder it doesn't make any sound when flying.Steven stroked the edge of the flight feather first, then came to the position of the big wing, then to the shoulder and neck, and then slid down.

The Faceless Owl softly "cooed" twice, and opened its wings on its own initiative.