The Fantastical Beasts at World's End

When Ye Zhao woke up early in the morning, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, and his head hurt like someone pulled it with a rusty hacksaw for a while. After the tearing pain disappeared, the back of his head and his temples throbbed.He lifted the quilt, put on cotton slippers and sat down on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and rubbed it for a while before he felt better.

Could it be that I didn't sleep well because of those messy dreams again?But I have never been so uncomfortable before, at most I feel a little tired after waking up...

Ye Zhao snorted, closed his eyes slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose to wake himself up.

Stretching out his hand habitually, he took out the dagger with strange patterns from the side of the pillow. Almost immediately after touching it, Ye Zhao felt a very comfortable air flow along the fingertips, through the arms, and along the cervical spine all the way. Upward, and then warmly evaporate in the mind, making people instantly clearer.

If in the past, he felt that seeing this dagger would make him feel at ease, this time he can be sure that the feeling of air flowing through his body is as clear as if he could see the whole process, and it is definitely not an illusion. !

how so?Rubbing the concave-convex pattern on the scabbard with his thumb, Ye Zhao couldn't help recalling the scene when he found the dagger——

At that time, he was too young, about three or four years old, and he was still living in the old house with his grandfather.The old house is a back-shaped structure with a patio in the middle and corridors with low sloping eaves all around, connecting the various rooms.One of them was specially used to store sundries, it was narrow and dark, it had been hidden for many years, but it was not locked.I don't remember why, maybe just out of curiosity, he opened the door and walked in one day.The specific appearance of the room is now blurred. He only remembers the first time he entered, and saw a box under a small desk—old, dusty, with a copper buckle The wooden box is so ordinary that it is too simple, and there is even a spider web between it and the corner of the wall.

This dagger was found in that box.

Ye Zhao frowned and thought about all the details he could remember, but he didn't find anything special about this dagger. The only strange thing was his grandfather's reaction later.Generally, adults will not let such a young child touch a sharp weapon that has been sharpened, so as not to hurt somewhere.But when Grandpa knew that he had taken the dagger, he just sighed, patted his head and said, "Use it carefully." He didn't take it away, and didn't say anything more.

I always hear people say that all ancient objects have spirituality. Although this dagger can't tell the exact age, it seems to be an old object.Perhaps this is the reason?Other than that, Ye Zhao couldn't think of a better explanation.

Ye Zhao shook his head, put the dagger back beside the pillow, got up and opened the curtains and left the bedroom.

It was unexpectedly quiet outside the room, and the entire living room was empty.Not even a trace of the guy who just yesterday swore he would eat three meals a day.

Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at the guest room, sure enough, the door was still closed.He walked over and reached out to twist the doorknob, but found that the door was ajar, and it opened with a light push.

"Huh?" Ye Zhao was a little puzzled, he clearly remembered that Nie Renyan closed the door firmly last night, did he wake up again in the middle of the night?Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the sound of a door opening when he woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, and it became clear that it was probably Nie Renyan getting up to drink water or go to the toilet.

In the guest room, Nie Renyan was sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt, lying on his right side as usual, frowning habitually.

What about breakfast?Because he was sentenced to sleep in the guest room all the time, he quit the strike?Ye Zhao folded his arms and leaned against the door of the room, silently looking at someone who was sleeping in the dark. He really wanted to take the quilt with him and shake him down from the 10th floor.

Master Ye, who had never been in the kitchen since Nie Renyan's arrival, finally grabbed the spatula again in desperation.

The TV in the living room was on, and Ye Zhao frowned upon hearing one after another of the reports—passenger ships capsized one after another in the Yangtze River, and according to the surviving injured people, it was because of water monsters...the water tanks in aquariums all over the country, including many restaurants, were in a mess. Human temperament has changed drastically... A large wave of fishing boats in the coastal area was attacked, causing serious casualties...

Ye Zhao put the fried eggs on the dining table, looked up at the TV, and saw that the sea area shown on the screen was full of wrecked fishing boats, surrounded by dark red.This should be a shot from the sky. Compared with the "big wave of fishing boats attacked", the visual effect of such a mess is even more terrifying.Reporters tracked and reported on the rescue situation on the shore. Except for a few survivors who were sent to the hospital vehicle on a stretcher, there were more corpses covered in white cloth.The data scrolled at the bottom of the screen - "Currently 76 confirmed deaths, 502 missing..."

Those who are confirmed dead are those who can find their bodies, and those who are missing...

Thinking of the topic of "mutant temperament of aquatic organisms and a sharp increase in food intake" discussed at the police station yesterday, Ye Zhao felt chills when he saw the number of missing persons scrolling past.

The phone ringing suddenly remembered, Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment, strode to the coffee table, picked it up, looked at it and found that it was Xia Zhiming's call, and pressed the answer button: "Zhiming?"

"Ah, it's me." Xia Zhiming was noisy again. Hearing Ye Zhao's voice was a little lazy, he asked, "Did you just get up?"

"Well, I got up a little late." Ye Zhao replied, "What's wrong? You seem to be in a mess over there. What happened?"

"Hey! Don't mention it! Just last night, somewhere in the suburbs of Xipan, a person died! Damn you think this murderer can't stop, it's getting more and more chaotic, and he came to join in the fun!" Xia Zhiming seemed to be teased Full of anger, he sighed and continued, "But I didn't call you to talk about this. Early this morning, we contacted the relatives of the previous victims, including yesterday's case, and found that the victims really had One thing in common—these people have mentioned to some extent that they can see things that ordinary people can't see, but most of them are not taken seriously. In this way, at least this case can be made clear that the murderer The target should be this kind of person..."

Ye Zhao was silent for a while: "You mean..."

Xia Zhiming said in a deep voice: "For the time being, we don't know how he got to know about these victims, so as to target and harm them, and we don't know the reason why he did this, because apart from this point, those victims have no other relevant information at all. The place where you are connected...Now, everyone who has this situation may become the next victim...So, you should pay attention when you go out recently, I don't want to see anything happen to you. "