Quanzai Cone

Yokohama was deserted at midnight.

"The mist that makes supernatural beings commit suicide..." I listened to the information provided by Dun Jun, and murmured as I scanned the surroundings with my gun.

The white mist swayed in the faint night, blurring the messy and dead streets after the serial car accident. Jinghua quickly confirmed the driver's seats of several cars, stepped back and shook her head at us.

"No driver."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and glanced at the tall buildings with lights on but no one on either side: "But I didn't see any dead bodies. Although Yokohama is not comparable to Tokyo, it has a large population. Clean up the whole city in a commotion?"

"It's so strange..." Dun Jun followed behind me tremblingly, his voice tensed.

"Forget it, anyway, we have to find other people first, don't be afraid - be careful!" Halfway through the reassurance, my tone suddenly sank, and I pulled the trigger in an instant, aiming at Dunjun's back and firing a shot.

"boom"!

The shotgun lived up to expectations and repelled the enemy. Before I had time to explain, I bumped Dunjun away with my shoulder, and the second shot hit the enemy's forehead.The monster on all fours opened its mouth with jagged teeth, spit out its long tongue and screamed.Unmoved, I loaded and fired the third shot.The naked head exploded, and the monster let out a mournful cry, and fell to the ground twitching.

I aimed my gun at it for tens of seconds, and I was relieved until I saw it corrode and dissolved into a pool of dirty blood.

"That, what?" The shocked Dun Jun was almost incoherent, pointing to the pool of blood and widening his eyes.

I closed my eyes, my expression turned cold, and I opened my mouth while changing the bullets.

"Trouble...Dun Jun, Jinghua, try your abilities, can you use them?"

They looked at each other, posing.

"Moon Beast!"

"Yasha Shirayuki!"

Nothing happened, the lingering sound echoed in the empty long street, the boy's body could not be transformed into a tiger, and the white-clothed Yasha with a sword was not seen behind the girl.The supernatural power that used to flow through the body like blood in the past disappeared without a trace, making both of them change color.

"How is it possible..." Dunjun tried two or three more times without giving up, but the result still did not change.

I grabbed his wrist and shook my head.

"Calm down, I have guessed a little bit what is going on with the so-called 'suicide of supernatural beings'." I looked towards the dark road ahead, "This mist can make supernatural powers separate from their owners and manifest in reality..."

Jinghua, who was on guard with a knife, stared sideways at me, I let go of Dunjun, took a deep breath, and my voice sank.

"I introduced the effect of 'mind reading' when I was in the detective agency, right? A deep reading of the mind will give birth to a virtual personality-even if the collection of different people's consciousness fragments can easily create a lunatic, it is still in the normal range. However, from those viruses The consciousness read from the infected body... is an absolutely incomprehensible monster that only desires flesh and blood."

The most terrible thing is that because too many secret research institutes and bases of Umbrella have been raided over the years, the number of virus monsters in my consciousness space now accounts for [-]% and it is impossible to count them. If they are all released... …

A document I read at some time flashed into my mind.The small foreign city named "Raccoon City" was infected all over the city, and the residents were transformed into zombies. The uncontrollable authorities finally decided to launch a nuclear bomb.

If the smog cannot be resolved as soon as possible and the things manifested by the "mind reading technique" can be recovered, Yokohama's fate will never be better than that of Raccoon City!

Dunjun and Jinghua turned pale, I didn't care to comfort them, and said seriously: "Don't bet on whether the virus created by this mist will be infected, and absolutely don't be hurt by those monsters, and don't even touch the splashed blood!"

The roar of the tiger could be heard in the distance, it might be Dun Jun's supernatural ability "Beast under the Moon", but we didn't have time to check it out.

Behind the vehicles, in the corridors, in the streets and alleys... the densely packed predators finally came out staggeringly, and the turbid and protruding eyeballs locked on us on the rotten and twisted human faces.

I pulled out a grenade from my waist and threw it into the tide of corpses, shouting: "Go drive!"

He raised his gun to blast away the rushing zombies, and in the flames of the explosion, there was the piercing sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

"Miss Xunguang!" Jinghua, who started a car at will, called me.

"coming!"

I kicked the enemy away with a side kick, and Dun Jun jumped into the car one after the other. The engine roared, and the car rushed out of the encirclement and disappeared into the night.

Downstairs in the detective agency, we met the injured Kunikida-kun.

Sporadic walking dead wandered around, and there was no sign of encirclement for the time being. As usual, I followed them and rushed into the president's room. Kunikida-kun, who had listened to Atsushi-kun's report on the way, cursed in a low voice, kicked the desk and opened the floor Hidden communication device.

A man with short black hair appears in the shaky video footage.

A member of the Supernatural Secret Service who calls himself "Ango Sakaguchi" exchanged a few words of information with Kunikida-kun and looked at me.

"There are many kinds of monsters catalyzed by the virus. The most common infected people don't have to worry too much, they can be killed by blowing their heads." I didn't have time to talk nonsense, so I went straight to the point, briefly introduced the weaknesses of the monsters, and then said, "In addition to killing Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who released the mist, there should be another way to control these monsters... Please find the girl with red hair and black eyes, wearing a student uniform, and tell her for me, 'Stop playing, gather the tide of corpses to solve Shibusawa. Sawa Ryuhiko'—if she refuses to do so, please make killing her the first priority."

No. [-]'s self-willed and reckless character made me feel uneasy, so I paused for a few seconds before making a cold suggestion.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at me on the screen and said calmly: "Got it. We will search immediately."

The building was shaking, and the communication was suddenly cut off.

Kunikida-kun frowned and stood up: "That guy is here."

His superhuman ability "Solitary Yinke" followed him all the way and began to attack the detective agency.Kunikida-kun decided to stay and hold back my supernatural power, so I rushed out the back door with Atsushi-kun and Kyoka to the "Karakuza" where the culprit Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was.

Located in the Yokohama Concession, Kaisai is some distance away from the detective agency, and Kyoka was still driving. I sat in the back seat and stared at the thick fog and looming shadows outside the window, holding the gun tightly in my hand.

Atsushi on the co-pilot muttered: "As long as Mr. Dazai is rescued..."

I sigh imperceptibly.

Dazai-kun, who is said to be staying in Kosai with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko... What kind of plan did he make to risk his life?

Anxiety was interrupted by the blade that pierced the roof of the car in an instant, and we quickly jumped out of the car. In our sight, the "Yasha Baixue" that originally belonged to Kyoka and Dunjun's "Moonbeast" approached from left to right.

Jinghua gritted her teeth, brandished her knife to block Yasha's attack, and shouted at Dunjun and me, "Go!"

On the other side of the fork in the road, the white tiger transformed into a supernatural power had lowered its body and was ready to bite. I raised my gun to aim, and in the nick of time, the white tiger that jumped into the air was knocked away by a huge mass.

The heavy mass of flesh that stretched out multiple hands and feet raised the head mass that seemed to be glued together, and on the twisted and patched horror face, pairs of eyes stared at me.

"Number One——" it let out an indistinct roar like howling, and opened and closed its lips together, "Damn it, it's you!"

I looked at those unforgettable faces and swapped out the grenade gun.

"I don't like base numbers. Just call me by my first name, folks." Molotov cocktails loaded, and I raised my gun.

In the Yokohama base in the past, the experimental subjects who were lucky enough to be killed by me during the battle training climbed out of the shattered memories and the quagmire of guilt, gathered into a giant, and came to reality.

It propped up its inflated body with densely packed limbs like a centipede, roaring and swooping down with blood and tears overflowing its eyes.

"Why are you the one who survived! The weakest, most stupid and most incompetent you! I obviously trained desperately—it's you who deserves to be damned!"