Don't worry, Yokohama is about to end

No race is more creative and gifted at torturing one's own kind than humans—especially when such torture can bring them great benefit and power.

In an abandoned villa in the suburbs, several wandering conjurers couldn't wait to discuss the issue of profit distribution before stuffing the captured girl into an iron cage.

"Hey, it's a waste of your boss's effort. It's actually a demon species that hasn't grown up yet. It's thin-skinned and tender-fleshed. It won't be used a few times at all. Do you expect us to keep it?"

"Why don't you sell it? Didn't you hear that those families have been looking for usable substitutes?"

"No way! If we sell it, we won't even be able to get back the money, not to mention that those big families have their own sources of captive goods in private, so how could they be interested in these crooked melons and dates in our hands."

"If you want to say that you are short-sighted, cubs are better. The curse born of their resentment is much more malleable than those of adults."

"you sure?"

One of the conjurers couldn't help showing suspicion.

At this time, he noticed that the one carrying the demon species hadn't spoken, staring at the little girl wondering what he was thinking.

"Third, what are you looking at, don't tell me you are still interested in this thing."

"Is it disgusting?"

The youngest conjurer rolled his eyes and said, throwing the little girl on his shoulder to everyone's eyes and said, "I'm just thinking about one thing."

"Look, in recent years, demon species have been caught less and less, and those who can be caught are all about the old, weak, sick and disabled. How did this little one... come from?"

What the third child said made the eyes of the other conjurers change. They looked at the little girl on the ground, greed almost covered their faces, "You mean, there is a whole nest behind it?"

"nest?"

The third child sneered, and pointed at the little girl's clothes, "I'm sure this might be a "big family". "

When the big family was mentioned, the conjurers didn't notice that the "comatose" little girl moved her little finger slightly, and secretly put away her plan to activate the distress signal.

But a conjurer sharp-eyed noticed something was wrong.

"Eh? Look, what is this thing in its hand, it seemed to be glowing just now."

The man squatted down and wanted to grab the silver bracelet on the girl's wrist, but as soon as he reached out, the girl who was pretending to be unconscious opened her eyes suddenly, opened her mouth like a wild wolf, and bit his finger fiercely.

The little girl bit so hard that she almost gnawed off half of the man's finger.

"You? Damn you dare to bite me!"

Furious, the wounded man kicked the girl's soft belly.

The severe pain made the girl curl up in pain, but she didn't make a muffled groan, she just stared at the man with her eyes, as if she wanted to engrave his face into the marrow of her bones.

"What kind of eyes do you have!"

The girl's resentful gaze instantly made the man even more angry.

He still wanted to make a move, but was stopped by his companions, "Don't make a move, if it breaks, we will be the losers."

"Why, then I have suffered in vain!"

The man who spoke lightly smiled, and glanced coldly at the girl on the ground, "For the devil kind, we need to use methods to deal with demons."

Just right, it can be used to test the foundation.

Knotweed Qianmei was thrown into an iron cage.

It was so dark that she couldn't see anything, but she felt like she was being spied on by something.

so cold...

Qianmei curled up her hands and feet tremblingly, and the gas she exhaled turned into white mist and dispersed in the air.

Her intuition was not wrong. In the corner of the ceiling of this room, there was an ugly fourth-level curse spirit nestling. It had webbed toads, its back was covered with dense pimples, and its four bulging eyeballs were staring at it. orientation of the cage.

The temperature of the room kept dropping, and Qianmei's lips began to turn purple.

Fear, remorse, resentment, crying, countless negative emotions are constantly magnified by the cold, and become the best nourishment for nourishing the curse spirit.

This is the purpose of those conjurers.

Stimulate human negative emotions to breed curses, cultivate curses into curse spirits, and then pull out curse spirits to get higher ratings, so as to get a higher level of resources and favor.

And this is just a small link in the huge industrial chain.

As for the "demon species" that have been drained, at least the corpses can still function as the final feeding.

It's so cold, brother Yuki, Qianmei doesn't want to die, help me——

Who can help me……

The near-death situation caused the girl in the cage to burst out with strong negative emotions, like a balloon that was constantly blown up, and it was constantly filled towards the point of collapse.

The fourth-level spell spirit on the ceiling grinned expectantly.

Just when it thought it could have a full meal, the bracelet on the girl's wrist began to heat up, and the "negative emotion balloon" on the top of her head slowly shrank back and deflated.

The conjurer observing secretly: "?!"

Level [-] curse spirit: "?!"

Before they figured out what was going on——

There was a sound of shattering glass.

The dark red light source from the outside poured in, dispelling the darkness in the room.

The curse spirit entrenched on the sky guard let out a miserable howl, as if afraid of the dark red light, and frantically retreated into the deeper shadows.

"Who!"

"who!"

Amidst the dense noise, the semi-conscious Knotweed Qianmei struggled to open her eyes.

Through the bars of the iron cage, she saw a silver-haired girl descending from the sky like a god, and the long knife in her hand shone like a dazzling sun.

"Hey! Take heart, little girl, don't sleep!"

Mei Zhishang cut off the keyhole of the iron cage with a knife, and was about to bend down to carry the girl out, when the sound of breaking through the air came from behind, and the silver-haired girl slashed across the oncoming energy group without even looking at it. broken.

"Ah, actually cut off the magic power with a knife!" The conjurer who was sneaking up shouted in horror.

The few companions around him all made gestures of attack, knowing that there was nothing to be done today.

Guns, knives, fists.

All of a sudden, countless attacks with spell power rushed towards Mei like a torrential rain.

Using magic power or weapons to fight and fight is the simplest and most direct means of attack for conjurers.

They didn't plan to question Mei's identity, let alone make unnecessary communication.

If you encounter an enemy that is not an alliance, you will use your killer move mercilessly.

To strike first, completely cut off the vitality of counterattackers, plunder all resources, and prey on the weak, this is what these low-level wandering magicians do.

"Don't blame us for being despicable, little girl. If you want to blame the strong, blame yourself for meddling in your own business!"

The conjurer with the spear sneered, and fired several shots at the silver-haired girl's temple.

At the same time, the oncoming blade cut her throat, and her fist was aimed at her heart!

Had they been up against someone else, they might have succeeded.

But it's a pity that the enemy of these conjurers is Mei Zhishang.

"Really, are you pursuing the jungle of the jungle? Don't blame me then."

Mei looked at the shooter, a cold smile flashed across her gilt eyes.

A ochre-colored shadow flashed past, the incoming bullets were blocked by the dark red power, and then returned on the same path at double speed, piercing the shooter's temples completely.

"One……"

Tomoshang Mei counted the numbers softly.

Cooperating with the supernatural powers added by the gravity user, the girl is like a dexterous white crane, dodging the attacks of knives and fists, and lightly leaps up and lands on the back of the chopped knives.

Zhishang Mei held up the knife and smiled slightly at the enemy who was close to Chi Chi, "Hey uncle, the knife is for this purpose."

"Varied!"

The sword-wielding magician's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could react, he felt a chill in his throat and fell down in the spray of blood.

"two……"

The counting sound of the silver-haired girl struck like a ghost.

The conjurer, who strengthened his body with spell power, panicked. He wanted to overwhelm the opponent with physical skills and strength.

But unfortunately, in terms of physical skills, there is another existence on the scene, far superior to him by a hundred times!

A ochre-colored figure appeared behind the man like lightning, and before he even had time to dodge, a cat's paw protruded from his back unhurriedly, it was just a simple movement——

An action that is nothing more than digging!

But he couldn't avoid it, he could only lower his head and see the heart in his chest being pulled out and crushed into pieces under his nose.

The conjurer hiding in the dark had his legs trembling.

He drove the curse spirit, wanting to silently devour every person and cat in the field just like in the past.

"Where are you looking? Number three?"

The girl's agile voice sounded from behind the Curser.

It was clearly a melodious voice like a clear spring, but it made the man feel dizzy, and the survival consciousness in his brain screamed uncontrollably.

"Quick! Tear her apart!"

The Curse Master wanted to command the Curse Spirit, but a knife flashing with thunder stretched out from the side, cutting into the Curse Spirit's vitals like tofu, and the tip of the stabbed knife sank into the Curse Master's chest, stringing the two things into a string.

"Unfortunately, the answer was wrong."

With a force on her wrist, Mei Zhishang pulled out the blunderbuss blade, bringing out scattered drops of blood.

The last enemy fell to the ground and lost his breath.

"Meow?" Are you okay?

Ignoring the blood on the ground, the big ocher cat walked up to the silver-haired girl on a plum blossom mark.

"Small idea!" Mei Zhishang gave a thumbs up easily.

To some extent, this level of siege is indeed not even qualified for warm-up.

A silver-haired girl said that it would be more enjoyable to fight with her own Mr. Cat, although judging from the results, the Mei girl never won.

At any rate, he is also the combat chief of Yokohama Imperial Middle School, but he can't beat a cute kitten. Thinking about it is really a tear.

Oh, cute kitty.

A certain Mr. Portmafia Combat Power Ceiling sneered and did not comment on this.

Zhishang Mei habitually flicked the knife, wiped off the blood on the blade, and put the knife back into the sheath.

At this moment, she felt a strong gaze fall on her face.

Mei looked in the direction and found that the comatose little girl had woken up, and was staring at her blankly with her hands on her knees for an unknown amount of time.

"what……"

Suddenly, Mei finally remembered that there was a child who couldn't see the bloody scene.

Uh, that's kind of embarrassing, isn't it?

Tomoshang Mei quietly rubbed against Nakahara Chuya, covered her mouth with her palm and whispered, "Quickly! Use your invincible powers to find a way!"

Nakahara Chuya: "Meow!" Don't just make strange requests!Do you think supernatural powers are omnipotent magic?

That being said, a certain Mr. Gravitator hesitated for a while, and then actually used his supernatural power to lightly touch the silver-haired girl's jacket.

Under the action of the gravity factor, the blood on Mei's coat was quickly dissolved, decomposed and condensed into tiny blood beads, which fell into the ground at the feet and disappeared.

"Uh..." Mei Zhishang stared at the clean coat, and silently closed her mouth that grew in surprise.

She looked at her miraculous Mr. Cat and said sincerely, "Chuya, you will definitely become an excellent cleaning master."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had no expression on his face: "Meow." You shut up.

"Oh……"

The silver-haired girl honestly zipped her mouth shut.

She turned her head to look at the dazed girl, how could she speak when she was having a headache.

The next second, I saw the little girl think of something, got up from the ground with shining eyes, like a baby bird returning to the forest, she opened her arms and hugged Mei's waist, rubbing hard, "Master God! Qianmei knows you It is real!"

Mei Zhishang: "Eh? Eh!"

In this way, Mei and Zhong also miraculously touched the base camp of the target after going around in a circle - becoming the other party's guests.

Tinder underground base reception room

"This is the legendary saying "When a blind cat meets a dead mouse, let's hit it right"! "

Chishang Mei sighed against the wind with her hands behind her back, and the coat draped over her shoulders rattled behind her.

Nakahara Chu also glanced at Mei Zhishang in the sunken posture, walked over silently, and kicked off the switch wire of the electric fan with a jio.

The rotating fan blades stopped, and a certain silver-haired girl's "pretending to be aggressive" instantly became "stupid on the spot".

"Chuya, you are so childish."

Mei Zhishang, who had lost her happiness, pouted and looked quietly at the big ocher cat beside her.

"Meow..." The idiot posing in front of the electric fan is not qualified to say this.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Mei without saying a word, and the majestic cat face skillfully showed a miraculous expression mixed with helplessness and a little tired, "Oh." Even a ten-year-old child can't play like this, are you only eight years old? Fool.

"But Chuya, this is an electric fan!"

Mei ignored the complaints from her Mr. Cat, walked around the vertical fan with great interest, patted the electrical appliances and expressed emotion to Big Mao, "This kind of simple and full of whimsical appliances, I am the first This is the first time I saw it outside of a history textbook, and it turns out it really works.”

The silver-haired girl put her hand on her chin, and her expression suddenly became solemn, "To be able to restore ancient home appliances so vividly, Tokyo is so terrifying!"

"Chuya, we in Yokohama can't lose either!"

Mei clenched her fists and looked at Maomao, a flame of fighting spirit ignited behind her.

"Uh..." I've said it all, don't have a strange desire to win in this kind of place!

Central Plains Chuya, Central Plains Chuya didn't want to talk anymore.

He sighed, turned his back, and left Mei with a vicissitudes back that refused to complain.

The silver-haired girl who was ignored by Tuliu scratched her head in doubt, wondering why her Mr. Cat lost his temper again.

Cat heart, sea needle.

But forget it, Chuuya is so cute!

A certain silver-haired girl nodded tolerantly, feeling that she was really an excellent and tolerant shit-shoveler.

The angry Chuya cat: "..."

He didn't even need to turn his head, he could use his toes to guess what Mei Zhishang was imagining again.

In fact, it’s not surprising that Mei would have such a reaction. From the moment they entered this underground city, one person and one cat noticed that the buildings and facilities here revealed a sense of incongruity and disobedience.

Unlike Yokohama, which has a sense of metal and technology in the future, this underground city is unusually... approachable?

Except for the control rings on the wrists of every adult and child and the laboratory in the city center, both the houses and the tools of life are at the level that Tokyo should have in the 20th century.

If he hadn't witnessed the abandonment and barrenness on the ground with his own eyes, Zhong Yuan would even suspect that this group of people moved Tokyo underground after abbreviating Tokyo.

It's so weird, it's almost like...

"It's like a mysterious force stepped in and forcibly raised their scientific research level, right?"

The girl's voice came from beside her ears, expressing the doubts in Zhongya's heart.

Chuya turned his head and looked at Mei in surprise: "Meow."

So you found out.

"Don't make me sound like an idiot, Chuya."

Sensing the emotion in Mr. Mao's gaze, Mei subtly felt a bit of displeasure at being looked down upon.

The girl raised her hand, intentionally ruffled the hair on the head of the big ocher cat, and then, facing the other party's disapproving eyes, continued, "After all, that style is so obvious that people can ignore it."

Mei tapped the optical brain on her wrist, apparently talking about the control ring for each underground resident, and the experimental base in the center.

"Meow..." What are you going to do.

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked.

"En..." Zhishang Mei raised his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his index finger and suggested, "Then ask directly!"

Nakahara Chuya: Huh?

It's useless to think too much, since you have already become a guest, why not have a frank and honest chat, maybe the other party will tell you everything!

No, I think you are dreaming.

The big ocher cat had an indifferent face. Just as he was thinking about how to avoid private investigation, there was a knock on the door of the reception room.

"Thank you for saving Qianmei! I really appreciate it!"

The cloak man, or, he should be called Yuzuki Knotabagi, this young elder brother knelt down in front of Mei, bowed down to thank him solemnly.

Mei Zhishang looked at the pink-haired boy who was knocked to the ground with his forehead about to fall in a second, and his head flew flying in shock.

She removed the gun blade on the spot, stretched the scabbard forward, and successfully stopped the kowtow Yuuki's kowtow.

"It doesn't need to be like this..." Mei withdrew her gunblade and said frankly, "I have my own purpose in saving her."

Yuzuki was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Mei.

Fool……

A certain Mr. Gravity caused a headache and raised his forehead. After deciding this matter, he put speech training on the agenda.

"Purpose?"

The grateful look on the boy's face gradually faded, and a strange emotion appeared in his eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his cat ears alertly, and his cobalt blue vertical pupils stared at the boy's limbs and vitals without blinking.

Mei didn't care about the vainly tense atmosphere in the room, she pulled up her cuffs, exposing the optical brain on her wrist to the eyes of the pink-haired boy, "Can you tell me, where did your "control ring" come from? "

Yuuki Knotabaga stared at the silver light brain, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes very quickly, then he seemed to realize something, grabbed his hair and laughed, "So, is its real name "Control Ring"? "

"Its full name is fc357 body emotion collection recorder. In theory, it has no other use except to monitor the heartbeat and emotions of the human body and slow down negative emotions."

Mei Zhishang stared at Yuzuki's eyes, not letting go of the muscular expression on the other's face, "The person who gave this thing to you, what is it?"

Yuzuki Yuzuki didn't answer Mei immediately.

Under the watchful eyes of the girl and the big cat, he got up and walked to the window. The boy raised his hand and opened the window, and the artificial light came in from outside, reflecting the suddenly enlightened expression on his face.

It's like a person who has been troubled for several years, finally unraveling the doubts that have been lingering for a long time before the end comes.

With his back to the window, the boy invited the girl and the cat, "Go outside for a walk, benefactor, in return for saving Qianmei, I will tell you everything in this world—the answer is right there."