The vest magic changes the earth

Allen turned his head sharply.

He saw nothing.

Allen turned back and wanted to discuss the matter with Randolph.

But when he looked over, there was no one beside him.The windows were open, the wind was blowing in, and the curtains were blown by the wind.

Allen stood up and took out his gun.

At some point, he was the only one left in the room.The cool wind blew by at night, and Allen felt that his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.The room was silent, the kneeling outside the window continued, and the deformed residents muttered the indescribable syllables, which echoed in Alan's ears.

Allen could hear his own heartbeat, and his eardrums were pounding.

He forced himself to calm down, gun in hand.

This place can't stay, he thought, away from danger.Leave anyway and find someone else.

Allen walked towards the door, and the moment he stepped out, his peripheral vision glanced at the window sill.He froze when he was about to go out, and his heart rate accelerated to the limit.

A pair of green eyes looked at him on the window sill, their gazes were fixed for an unknown amount of time.

Allen stood motionless at the door, still maintaining his original posture. He swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty, and confronted the black cat on the windowsill.

It's not that he wants to do this, after all, the rule of not looking into the black cat's eyes was something he remembered.The current situation is that he can't move at all, his body doesn't obey orders, and only his brain can think of something.

However, Allen was sure that there was no such thing on the windowsill before, until he discovered that Randolph and the others were missing.

It is reasonable to infer that the black cat probably has something to do with Randolph's disappearance.Allen scolded Randolph in his heart, the crow's mouth that turned into reality when he opened his mouth.

But now even if he stabbed Randolph a hundred times, it would be useless, the crisis was imminent.

Allen and the black cat stared wide-eyed, and his ears keenly caught a rustling sound coming from behind him.

The rustling sound became louder and louder, and the frequency of the sound became more and more frequent.There was something moving behind him, and Allen felt a cool breeze blowing on the back of his neck, but he couldn't move.

When the voice almost rang in his ears, the movement behind him quieted down again.

Fear comes from the unknown, and now Alan can neither know what is on his back, nor can he respond to it.This kind of feeling of being slaughtered is really not good.

Allen tried his best to use his peripheral vision to observe behind him, and through the dim moonlight, he could vaguely see a part of himself.

At the limit of his sight, he saw something protruding from the shadow, just behind the back of his head, about the size of a human head.

The rustling sound sounded again, buzzing in Alan's ears. Alan felt his throat tightened, his eyes darkened, and countless ducks were screaming in his brain.

Under this intense fear, his fingers twitched, and he suddenly found himself able to move.

Allen jumped forward suddenly, rolling his left shoulder and raising the gun to make a tactical move.

"boom."

The bullet hit the thing and it went backwards.Allen noticed that this thing was hanging from the ceiling, and it was the head of this thing that was glued to the back of his head.The black cat behind is still eyeing it.

There are wolves in front and tigers in back, Allen gritted his teeth and fought hard!

He shot at the thing on the ceiling again, and when he was pushing it back, he squatted, rolled out of the door quickly, and rushed into the corridor.

As he ran, he felt that this monster looked familiar no matter how he looked at it. The rags on the monster's body were stained with blood, but the color was sometimes dark and sometimes light.He thought about it carefully and suddenly realized.

It was the floral skirt, the skirt of the disabled little girl who was the owner of the diary.He was also the one who knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

Shit!He scolded angrily, didn't Randolph already deal with this little monster? He shot him in the head, which was neat.This thing can also be revived by reading files!

Allen ran forward desperately, and the thing followed closely. Allen could even smell the fishy and rancid smell it carried, which lingered.

The strange thing is that no matter how he runs, this corridor will not end.

The chaser behind him roared, and Allen felt that his physical strength was being consumed.

I can't go on like this, he thought for a while, I've been running for more than ten minutes, sooner or later I'll be consumed by this thing and die here.

As soon as his breathing was disordered, he felt a strong wind behind him, and when his shoulders tilted, he flew out heavily.

With a claw on his right shoulder, Allen leaned against the wall and fired with his left hand, which, as expected, missed the target.

After a while, the monster rushed in front of his face, and Alan closed his eyes, feeling a little desperate.

......

The death that awaited did not come.Allen waited for a slap.

The man who beat him was very strong, his head was tilted to one side, and he felt a heat in his nostrils.

Randolph's voice sounded: "Wake up!"

He opened his eyes and saw Randolph's big face with a cigarette in front of him.Randolph held out a finger at him. "How much is this?"

"1."

"It seems that you are not stupid." Randolph patted him on the shoulder with some relief.

"You guys saved me?"

Allen was particularly puzzled.

"What saved you," Randolph said, "you were screaming like crazy all by yourself and shooting, and we had a hard time holding you down. "

Alan turned his head and found that they were no longer in the hotel, and he was lying on the street.

"Where is this?"

"On the street."

Sheriff Smith added: "Mr. Carter said the hotel was not safe to stay any longer, so he found a place away from those monsters. You have been unconscious, and we slapped you just to wake you up."

"Oh." Allen rubbed his face and started to look at Randolph, "What should we do now?"

"No way. I can't handle these things by myself. Wait for support. Find a place to hide first."

After speaking, Randolph took the lead, and they walked towards the corner.Randolph found a hut, got into it, and began to take his bottles and jars and arrange things around the doors, windows, and around the house.

"This is for hiding the breath. Don't touch them," Randolph warned.

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen was swaying around, and kicked a candle lit in the corner.

"Hey!" Randolph subconsciously stretched out his left hand to help him, and turned his head to scold him, "Be careful!"

"Sorry." Allen took a step back and shrugged at him.

Randolph rolled his eyes angrily: "Be careful next time, by the way, come with me to help."

They walked into the kitchen, and Randolph dug out some frozen raw meat, saying that this could be used to cover up his popularity, and asked Allen to come over and take out the meat together and cut it into small pieces.

Allen was cutting, and Randolph turned his head slightly. He seemed to be supervising his work, and doing it himself by the way. In fact, his lips moved slightly, and he said in a mosquito-like voice: "The police have a problem."

Allen was taken aback.

Allen changed his position and blocked Randolph, only his shoulders could be seen from the kitchen.The two policemen sat and rested in the room, motionless.

Randolph went on to say, "Among the kneeling monsters in the street, I saw a few, in police uniforms."

"That might be their companion. We walked together all night and didn't find any problems." Allen questioned.

Randolph's expression was a bit indifferent, "As far as I know, there are five policemen who came in. When I was taking the diary, I found a window and counted, and there were exactly five monsters underneath."

"Are they blocking your access to the windows, intentionally or not?" Randolph said.

Allen acquiesced in silence.

"How?" he asked.

"Pretend not to know anything, go out after cutting the meat, and then follow me. They are no longer alive."

Allen put the meat in a basin, and Randolph walked out with him one after the other.

When he went outside, Randolph pointed at him and smirked: "Make up for your previous mistakes, go, and help me."

The two policemen met and wanted to help, but Randolph refused on the grounds of rest on shift.

Allen followed Randolph to the second floor of the house. Randolph bent down and started to work, saying, "I'm setting up a trap now, and you'll lure them in later. Remember this range. It won't do you any harm, sure." to go in."

He didn't straighten up because something hard was pressing against his head.

"What are you doing?!" Randolph demanded. "Are you crazy?"

Allen held a gun, expressionless.After hearing his words, he laughed, "What should I call you? Randolph Carter? Or Miss Dubow? Don't move, or I don't mind punching a hole in your head."

Randolph remained obedient, but his voice had changed into a soft female voice: "How do you know that?"

"Guess." Allen said, "Randolph is right-handed. When I kicked down the desk lamp, you caught it with your left hand, but the left and right hands are about the same distance apart."

"That's it?" Du Bo's voice was full of interest.

"You guessed it, people who spend too much time with the villains in TV dramas usually die more miserable."

"You can't get out even if you kill me, let alone you are sure you can shoot me with your hands?" Du Bo giggled, "Be good."

"That's not necessarily true." Allen said, he took out a dagger and pressed it against Dubo's neck.

"I asked for it from Randolph. I like to collect cold weapons since I was a child. I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon. What do you think, produced by the University of Michigan, Miss Dubo."

Du Bo's expression changed for the first time.

"Cunning brat." She smiled and said, "Then what are you still hesitating about now? Can you tell me how I was found out before I die?"

Alan frowned behind her, telling him intuitively: It's not that simple.

"When did I enter the illusion? Then the two policemen below are also fake?"

"You're wrong, cutie." Du Bo laughed, "How do you know you weren't in the illusion from the very beginning? Maybe it started when you entered the town, maybe it started when you entered the hotel. Everything is illusory, and it doesn't matter False, only by believing in this, can you find your place in the illusion of dreams."

"Don't talk about anything else." The knife in Allen's hand pressed tighter. "Everything has an axis to judge the truth. Don't fool people with your idealism."

"Guess." Du Bo raised the corner of his mouth, and suddenly her body softened, and she got out from under Allen's knife as if she had no bones.

"You're quite interesting, cutie, I'm starting to like you."

Allen's eyes darkened and he passed out.

......

At this moment, Randolph was standing on the edge of the fog, and God knows how he ran over, taking the two policemen with him.

A vague figure appeared on the periphery of the fog, and everyone became vigilant, only to see a man in black walking in.

Sergeant Smith noticed that Randolph, relieved to see the man, yelled at the man.

"You're finally here, I'm about to be eaten by evil gods and lunatics."