The final gentleman

Grip is considered to be well-informed, especially during the recent collection of firewood, he has seen a lot of scary things. Moreover, he himself is also affected by the evil sun consciousness and has never felt any fear.

All kinds of weird and sick people in the old world have experienced the horror of evil magic.

Currently, Grip felt that his heart rate had soared to 160, and he needed to reach out and press his heart with whiskey to calm it down slightly.

The black shadow he just saw through the reflection of the mirror, even if he didn't see it clearly, could give him an instinctive feeling of fear.

It's not just a numerical reminder. Grip can clearly feel that part of his fear has been taken away.

"What's going on! Is this also the pressure brought by the Duke?

Why can just a black mass scare me so much? Even if I was trapped deep in the underground lava, I never felt this scared before...

The Duke should just be responsible for the balance. This is definitely an unknown method of the Circus of Fear.

Is the primary election so stressful? By the way, if I had just chosen to ignore the sound of water in the bedroom, maybe this wouldn't have happened, right? You need to be more careful in the future and try not to trigger this kind of fear event. "

Grip did not set off in a hurry, but opened the window and looked at the 'Lupu City' outside.

It's not the Lupu I remember at all, and it's even completely different from the old world style.

Lupu City is as described in the story. It is full of high-rise buildings made of steel and cement. It rains constantly and various chimneys stand in different areas of the city.

Pedestrians coming and going on the street were holding umbrellas, a few vehicles passed by, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of rain.

Put on your shoes, grab your umbrella, and take the remaining bottle of whiskey with you.

In addition, I also found a revolver from the bottom of the desk, which was an unexpected gain. I put it on my waist and officially set off to the location indicated in the authorization letter.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the apartment, he met a scantily clad blonde smoking a blond woman in the corridor. The most important thing was that the woman seemed to recognize Grip and took the initiative to extend her hand to say hello.

"Long time no see, Mr. 71, do you need me to accompany you today?"

"No thanks."

Grip decisively refused. In his opinion, anyone he met might be a patient in disguise. The number of places to go to the moon was limited, and it was entirely possible for them to eliminate each other.

The woman was used to being rejected, so she didn’t force her and continued to smoke against the wall.

Grip pressed the button for the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Ding dong! When the panel displays [13], the elevator door begins to open slowly.

However, the situation inside the elevator made Grip stunned.

Because there was also a smoking woman leaning inside the elevator car. Her blond hair and blue eyes were exactly the same as the woman in the corridor before, even the freckles on her face were the same.

Grip suddenly turned behind him and found that the woman from before was still standing in the passage.

Their expressions, movements, and even the brands of cigarettes in their hands were exactly the same.

The only difference is that the woman in the elevator just glanced at Grip and seemed not to recognize him. At the same time, she said impatiently: "Can you get in or not?"

Another sound sounded in Grip's mind.

"For authenticity identification, opening the "third eye" can improve the success rate of identification, but seeing the true appearance of the 'alien' may cause psychological fear.

If you choose the wrong one, you will be attacked by aliens, which may be life-threatening. Do you want to enable it? 』

"Activate!" 』

Grip doesn't like gambling, and this 50% probability gamble is not cost-effective. Once he dies, he will definitely be eliminated, and may even cause irreversible damage to himself.

The circle-shaped scar between the eyebrows vaguely revealed the shape of the scorch marks on the eyes, and ashes fell in the field of vision, making the picture clearer.

The woman in the elevator still looked at him impatiently,

However, when she saw the scorched eyes reflected in Grip's eyebrows, she was so surprised that she even forgot to shake off the ashes.

There is nothing wrong with the woman in front of me, everything is normal.

This means that there is a high probability that there is something wrong with the woman in the aisle behind you!

Here, Grip played a little trick. He didn't look back, but walked straight into the elevator and touched the door button with his back.

It wasn't until the elevator started to move and the woman next to him was normal that Grip breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this way, you can complete the so-called authenticity identification without seeing it... The "fear density" of this game is really high. 』

At this moment, the woman in the elevator asked with a surprised look on her face: "Excuse me, are you [gay]?"

"Weird? I am a detective, you can call me [71]."

"Then you must have received a gift from the gods! You have been given such special eyes. I am very happy to meet someone like you. My name is Suni Waxman.

What were you looking at just now? Is there something ‘dirty’ on me? "

"No, it's okay."

"That's good, it really scared me to death! Strange things have been happening everywhere in Lupu City recently, and even one of my good sisters has lost contact with me for several days.

I'm going to leave this hellish place when I make enough money.

If Mr. 71 needs it, I can come to provide services. This is my phone number! "

Suni took out a business card and handed it over.

Grip did not refuse the other party's kindness and reached out to take it.

When the elevator reached the first floor of the apartment, Suni walked in front in high heels. She seemed to have something urgent to do. "I have an appointment with a special client today. Please call me tomorrow. I look forward to our meeting again."

Grip nodded and followed the other person out of the apartment door.

Suddenly he remembered something. He was not familiar with the 'Xinlupu' created by the Yin head, so he could ask this lady he just met.

"Miss Suni, do you know which direction Roman Street is?"

Suni turned around and shook the cigarette ashes on the ground. "Roman Street is a bit far away! You may need to take a taxi there. The driver knows the road well. I wish you a good journey..."

"careful!"

Grip suddenly felt some danger, as if something was falling from a high altitude, but the two were several meters apart and had no time to pull each other.

Grip also instinctively opened his third eye and saw clearly the falling object...it was exactly the same "alien" as Suni.

Head to head collision!

Snapped!

Bright red and pink liquid splashed onto Grip's face.

Suni, who was smiling before, has now become a piece of "art of flesh and blood".

Since the angle of the impact was completely vertical, Suni, who was hit by the high-speed impact, spread her legs and was fixed to the ground like a stake.

The skulls of the two collided completely shattered, and the cervical vertebrae inserted into each other's necks to achieve 'combination and fixation'. They looked like a vase with a symmetrical structure, standing in front of Grip.

Seeing this scene, Grip immediately took out the remaining whiskey and drank it all in one gulp.

"Due to the timely intake of whiskey, the fear value consumption was halved, and the current individual fear value remains - [9]. 』

Under the influence of alcohol, Grepp suppressed his inner fear and discomfort, covered his mouth and decisively left the scene. It happened that a taxi passed by and he waved to get on.

"Go to No. 07 A, Rue Lomain."

The driver didn't respond and just started the car slowly.

After driving through three streets, the fear that was constantly escaping from Grep's body finally stabilized. Only when his vision returned to the present did he discover another problem.

When I looked at the driver in the driver's seat from the taxi's rearview mirror, he actually had no face.