canary in cage

Cecil pulled Isri and shouted, the man above his head had stretched out the muzzle of the pitch-black gun, aiming at the two people below.

Seeing that Isri didn't move, Cehir pulled Isri's neckline to the side, and then, the bullet hit Isri's ear impartially.

Cehir was taken aback, and he pulled Isri more forcefully, until he dragged him to the corner, Cehir gasped for breath.

After a while, Isri woke up with a cough, and the bones were extremely dry, like old branches scratching back and forth.

Isri frowned slightly, turned to look at Cecil who was sitting next to him, and said in a weak voice, "Sorry, young master, I scared you."

Hearing Isri's voice, Cehir hurriedly turned around, his pupils were full of surprises, but the tone on his mouth did not decrease at all: "You are crazy! Are you dying?"

The corners of Isri's lips raised slightly, with a smile in his eyes: "I won't die until I get the young master."

Suddenly, Cehir was taken aback by what Esri said, and Esri was also stunned for a moment. Before Cehir could react, he heard Esri open his mouth again.

"Master, we have to go, or they will come after us."

In a word, he pulled Cehir back again, got up and stretched out his hand to Isri: "Let's go."

Without hesitation, Isri stretched out his hand to gently hold Cecil's wrist.

Not long after the two of them left, a group of people from upstairs rushed out of the church and went straight to the place where the two fell.

The gun in his hand seemed to have infinite bullets, shooting at the remaining people on the street.

It has become a paradise for the mentally ill.

Isri dragged Cehir through a few alleys. This place had not yet fallen, and the people on the street had no idea that the area next to them was already under the control of others.

"Master, you stand here first, and I'll prepare the carriage." Isri led Cehir to a street lamp, opposite to the place where the carriage was rented.

Cehir nodded, and stood obediently under the streetlight. Just a few minutes after entering Isli, Cehir turned his head and saw a group of people crowded together in the distance.

Soon, the group of people got closer and closer, almost running with their feet, and they did not hesitate to trample the people around them under their feet.

Cecil was stunned for a second, and when he was about to raise his feet to look for Isri, suddenly something hit his head, and he stopped.

The crowd rushed over, and Cehir stood opposite, staring blankly at the shop in front of him. The crowd was getting more and more crowded, but from the gap, Cehir saw Isli coming out of the shop.

Cecil pulled up the scarf around his neck, trying to cover his face, turned around, mixed into the crowd, and fled with them.

After the crowd had dispersed, Yisli realized that there was no one under the streetlight opposite. Suddenly, panic fermented in his heart, beating wantonly in his head like a drumbeat.

In the next second, Isri threw away the things he had prepared and ran along the crowd just now.

Cecil followed the crowd through several avenues, and finally turned into an alley by himself.

After finally resting, Cecil leaned against the cold wall, his heart was beating the fastest ever, he came out, he ran out.

Everything today was as if God was helping him. It went so smoothly, Cehir held the ticket in his hand, and walked to the pier following his memory after his breathing became stable.

On the other side, Isri chased the crowd, but within a few minutes, the crowd dispersed, leaving only Isri standing in the middle of the road.

People really disappeared.

Isri clenched his fist even more, the blood on his knuckles was almost stagnant. A cold light flashed in Yisri's eyes, and after exhaling a foul breath, he searched along the street.

It seems that Yisi's hostility is too great, and when people around him pass by, they can feel the chill around them, and they subconsciously move themselves away from Yisili.

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There are a lot of people on the pier today, because Christmas is coming, almost all the people who go out to play and come back gather together.

Cecil finally got into the line but was squeezed out by other people. It was impossible to get in, so he could only line up at the back again.

This ship was going to East Asia. According to newspapers, East Asia is bright in all seasons, there is no torment by heavy fog at all, and it is a good place for people. Many people who went there said that it is a paradise in their dreams.

Cecil was greedy for the prosperity in the newspaper, and he wanted to go here to start over.

Finally, he got his seat in the queue. Just as Cecil handed over the ticket to the ticket inspector, suddenly, with a sweep of his eyes, he saw Isli standing at the entrance of the alley in the distance.

Immediately, the alarm bells rang out in his heart, and Cehir wanted to hide himself completely, but at this moment, something went wrong with the ticket inspector, because the ticket inspector was wrinkled, and the ticket inspector couldn't see the ship number clearly for a while.

Cecil hid inside, his heart beating louder than all the sounds around him, he never thought that Isri would find this place.

The ticket inspector raised the ticket to face the sun above his head, and he could barely read the numbers on it. Because his movements were too ostentatious, Isri, who was standing below, finally fixed his gaze on the boat.

"Your ticket."

The three characters of the ticket inspector, who are neither low nor high, are like redemption in Cehir's eyes. Cehir took the ticket from the ticket inspector, turned around and walked to the boat.

Cecil, who thought the matter would end like this, just leaned against the fence, his eyes circled around the pier, and suddenly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, he froze in place, motionless.

Just like this, he and Isri stared straight at each other, and Isri was also stunned for half a second, and the desire of the hunter flashed in his eyes.

It seems that he escaped by himself.

Isri's breathing from the tip of his nose intensified, and the air-conditioning in his eyes became more and more obvious. The original pale amber pupils now turned dark because of too much effort.

Cecil seemed to be frozen in place, and he couldn't even move his eyes away. Those eyes firmly grasped him, as if he was about to drag him into the abyss in the next second.

Standing on the pier, Isli had nothing else to do, but simply stood by the side of the boat, looking up at the people standing on it.

Run away, even if you run far away, I can still catch you back.

This disobedient little bird, after you catch you again, you will never try to run away from me again.

Isri's slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, like the deadliest scimitar in the night, which can cut your neck in the next second.

My young master, you'd better run away quickly.

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Sorry, I only updated one chapter today because of the fever, thank you for your likes