Welcome to Nightmare Game III

On a winter night three years ago, the weather was very cold and it was snowing lightly.

This is not Sunset Island, but a land area separated by a sea from Sunset Island. Although it is also within the range of Twilight Township, most of the people living here are aborigines, and the infrastructure and security conditions are not as good as Sunset Island. .

Not long ago, Wolfhound received a mission, and the Inquisition of Heresy destroyed a secret meeting place of fanatics.At that time, the wolfhound, who was still the second person in charge, was sent by the superior to hand over to the trial court and bring the survivors back to the prison.

This is not a good job. Going out to deal with the executioners of the trial court in the snowy winter, not only the body is cold, but the heart is also cold.

The staff of the Heresy Inquisition Court, the civil servants are fairly normal, but the executioners who are in charge of dealing with fanatics are more or less eccentric. There are all kinds of people who are crazy believers.

Wolfdog has always felt that Mr. Qi, who is weak in writing, is in charge of the work of the Inquisition Tribunal, but it is really too difficult for him. He should go to the hospital in the logistics department, which will make his rebirth origin play a big role.

However, on this night, he suddenly realized that it made sense for Mr. Qi to be assigned to work in the Heresy Tribunal.

A remote town in the land area, close to the seaport wharf. Mermaids and dragons live here mixed together. There are fishermen who hunt sea monsters for a living, laborers who move goods, laundrymen who do laundry for a living, and there are also sewer rats hiding here. Fanatics of general breeding.

The location of this dilapidated tavern in front of us is very bad. It is located in a dump made of scrap iron. It is obviously the secret base of this group of sewer creatures.The entire second floor of the tavern had been blown up, probably by desperate fanatics who detonated the explosives.The surrounding residents locked their doors and windows, and carefully hid behind the curtains to watch the situation, for fear that the incident in that tavern would bring trouble to them.

All the lamps in the tavern had been destroyed, and it was pitch black inside. The half-person-high iron door panel flew to the outside, and there was still a half-remained corpse hanging on it, illuminated by kerosene street lamps alone.

Under the street lamp, a thin figure was leaning against the wall. He was wearing a light-colored overcoat that was neither warm nor waterproof. He was smoking and waiting for someone.

"Q... Mr. Qi?" The Wolf Dog called out the name of the person in front of him in an uncertain tone.

"It's me." The smoker replied, his voice hoarse, as if he had coughed up his throat.

Hearing this, several executive officers following behind the wolf dog saluted him one after another.

"I was out to do some errands, and I passed by this tavern to buy a glass of wine, but I accidentally broke it. It's really bad luck." Mr. Qi smoked a cigarette, slightly turned his face to look at the wolf dog.

In the light, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his pale, coughing flush, covering his usually soft, melancholy brown eyes.The winter night wind blew past, and light snow flew across the wind, hitting the man's face rustlingly, but he didn't seem to know the cold, and the hand holding the cigarette didn't tremble at all.

But the wolf dog felt cold. He saw that Mr. Qi's coat was dripping with blood. The clothes that seemed to be soaked in blood kept dripping dark red liquid on the snow, turning the pure white snow into a puddle. Scarlet wet marks of carnage.

The fear of the shadows spread from the soles of the feet to the brain, and the wolf dog stiffly agreed: "Yeah, their luck is really bad."

Mr. Qi smiled, with a shallow arc and a cold expression, more like a ruthless self-mockery than a friendly smile.

"There are still a few survivors. I'm tied up behind the bar. Go in and check the scene. There's a basement inside. Before you go down, make mental preparations." Mr. Qi said.

The wolfhound didn't know why he didn't lock the man into his own semi-domain, and he didn't dare to ask. He led the man into the already messy tavern, and quickly searched the scene.

Tragic, this was the wolfhound's first impression. Enduring the bloody smell all over the floor, he dragged more than a dozen corpses on the first floor together.From the on-site analysis, he can probably imagine what happened here not long ago: Mr. Qi walked into this strange tavern, intending to have a drink.Maybe it was from the weird expressions of the customers, maybe from the spiked wine, or maybe from the hinting gesture of the bartender, he realized that this was not an ordinary tavern.

Then what?The Wolfhound had no more clues, so he took the executive officers to the wine storehouse at the back and found the entrance to the basement.

The wolfhound turned on the clumsy flashlight and walked slowly down the blood-stained stairs.

He saw a hell on earth.

Hanging corpses dried upside down, altars filled with carrion, wine cups made of baby heads, and eyeballs soaked in human blood, a hell made up of these once-living beings.

Wolfdog almost escaped from the basement, he rushed outside to breathe fresh air, resisting the overwhelming nausea in his stomach, several subordinates squatted aside and vomited, the sound made Wolfdog want to vomit too.

It's too unprofessional, he stared at his subordinates, and thought angrily, as expected, he still has too little experience, it would definitely not be like this if he was an executive officer of the execution office, and it would be even more so if he were an executioner of the trial court. After seeing the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Come on?" Mr. Qi handed him a cigarette.

The wolfhound took it over, and the tobacco smell, which he usually hated, seemed to be saving his nose on this occasion.

Mr. Qi lit a cigarette for him, his wrists were slender with his cuffs exposed, he didn't look like an executioner who could clear out a nest of fanatics in a short time.

He still looked sickly, sobbing, and he coughed again.The wolfhound wanted to persuade him to stop smoking, but they were not familiar enough to advise such words, so he swallowed the words.

The smell of tobacco makes people calm, the strong sense of nausea is suppressed, and the anxiety is also taken away by the smoke. While puffing the clouds, the wolfhound is unusually awake.

After waking up, he found that all his perceptions of Mr. Qi were wrong.

He has strong insight, decisive action, and abilities far beyond ordinary people, so that he can escape unscathed when he strays into a gathering place of fanatics.

He is not a nanny, but a professional killer, and he will not mistake the knife marks on the dead bodies.

He may be in poor health, but he is not weak. It is impossible for a sick person to kill a room full of fanatics in one go.

Thinking of this, Wolfdog couldn't help asking: "How did you find out that something is wrong with this tavern?"

He unknowingly changed the address to you.

Mr. Qi coughed a few more times, and said hoarsely, "Intuition."

intuition?

The wolf dog's animal ears trembled, and he suspected that Mr. Qi was perfunctory.

Mr. Qi: "The moment I walked into the tavern, my intuition was warning me. It's hard to tell what's wrong. I must say that the murals in the tavern are very strange, which makes me feel gloomy and uncomfortable. This is not a tavern that should hang painting."

Wolfhound: "Just a painting?"

Mr. Qi: "There is something wrong with the customers. In such a lively tavern, the moment I walked in, all conversations stopped."

The wolf dog nodded: "This is a suspicious point, but it is not surprising."

Mr. Qi: "So it can only be said to be intuition. To confirm, I tested the bartender."

The wolfhound became curious.

Mr. Qi smiled bitterly: "Acting skills are not everything."

Wolfhound: "So, you're exposed?"

Mr. Qi: "That's not true. I'm pretending to be a newcomer who has just entered the Twilight Land. There are no flights at night. I plan to go to Sunset Island tomorrow. I need a place to stay tonight. This sounds like a very good sacrifice material, right?" ?”

The wolfhound nodded again.So why did Mr. Qi suddenly start killing people?

Mr. Qi: "Just when the bartender enthusiastically suggested that I spend the night in the utility room on the second floor of the tavern, a few bloody guys came out from the basement and called everyone in the tavern to have a meal of fresh human meat below. Feast."

Wolfhound: "..."

He has a picture in his mind.

Then there is really no way, who would have thought of it?

Mr. Qi sighed: "I didn't plan to do it myself, I thought about calling the executioners, and a secret raid in the middle of the night, but I didn't expect it to become a big scuffle. It caused your department to come here to help I'm sorry for the aftermath."

The wolf dog hurriedly said: "No, no, it should be, the responsibility lies."

Mr. Qi smiled, this time, his polite smile was not so sneering.

He lit another cigarette, with skillful movements and elegant posture, it was a kind of enjoyment to watch him smoke.

On a snowy night, under the street lights, outside the slaughtered tavern, Mr. Qi coughed lightly and smoked a cigarette. What he said seemed to be the truth, but it didn't seem to be entirely true.

This kind of mystery that people can't figure out gives him a kind of morbid sexy and neuroticism, as well as a little bit of loneliness.

He seemed to have broken free from the bloody fight just now, the crisis of life and death dissipated, his rapid heartbeat calmed down, and his fiery blood cooled down. He stood under the street lamp smoking a cigarette, looking at the darkness ahead without focus.

He may be thinking, maybe missing, maybe nothing.

The wolf dog hesitated to speak, Mr. Qi's side face was illuminated by the dim street lamp, and the flickering cigarette butts flickered in the snowy night, his gentle and harmless appearance was torn apart by what he did that night There was a gap.

Under the gap, is he really him?

"Mr. Qi, Mr. Wolfdog, several living fanatics have been escorted to the aircraft. Shall we go back to the court now?" an executive officer asked.

"You guys go back first, I'll leave after smoking this one." Mr. Qi raised the cigarette at his fingertips and coughed twice.

The wolf dog said: "Then we will wait for you on the spaceship."

"No need." Mr. Qi refused, "I have other things tonight."

The wolfhound had no choice but to leave with the man.

The moment he walked out of this street, he turned his head as if feeling something.

The snow was falling heavily, and Mr. Qi stood in the snow, quietly smoking a cigarette. He looked at the half-destroyed tavern and said something softly.

The wind brought this sentence to the sharp ears of the wolf dog.

He heard him say, "It wasn't like this when I came last time..."

It wasn't that long ago. At that time, he often stayed in this tavern to observe the key figure Rude who could trigger the mission to the holy city.That day, he went to find Rude, and it happened that Rude was taken away. Worried that the mission would be cut off, he immediately rushed to the abandoned church that could trigger the next mission. There, he met the man standing in front of Maria's tombstone. Ning Zhou.

Knowing nothing about the cruel fate, he is full of beautiful longings and vows to take Ning Zhou to the Holy City, which is the end of his mother Mary's life guarded by him.

It is also the starting point for Ning Zhou to go to the source of destruction.

Because of his unallowed love, he deviated from the life Maria arranged for him, and left the Holy See that sheltered him. The power of destruction awakened, and the tragedy of his life began.

Is he alright in the devil world?

How could he be fine?

Qi Leren coughed heart-piercingly, all the strength in his body was drained by the pain in his lungs, he could still resist the pollution that was eroding him in the semi-realm, but the worries and longings that tormented him in his dreams at midnight were not. cannot.

In this cold snowy night, he was dying of illness from body to mind.

He knelt down on the ground, holding the blood-soaked snow in his hands, the snow water melted in his hands, he didn't feel cold at all, he no longer felt cold.

He just, misses him very much.

The author has something to say:

PS: This tavern is the one where Rudd used to drink in Chapter 112 of the first part.Of course Rude... er, also hung up, otherwise, as a member of the Holy See, how could he not be able to find out that something was wrong with the tavern he frequented.Jiyou: The number of meaningless bento has increased!

About half a year after this episode, Ning Zhou sent the Dune Palace and Hrisvato White Coffee, and Mei Le cheered up. He couldn't let Ning Zhou see himself dying.It is also a kind of maturity to learn to hide one's fragility and only show the good side to your lover.

Reminiscing about killing over, Le Mei three years ago was too miserable, although the sick Le Mei is also very touching, but let's write more about Mr. Qi, the boss three years later.