Siren Blade

Chapter 40 Eyes
When Joan unconsciously passed through the non-existent door in the teaching building and entered the non-existent space, he was about to turn back immediately, but the exit had disappeared.He was imprisoned in a strange way, and one wave was not settled, and another wave rose again.

There was a sticky crawling sound from the depths of the dark and dilapidated corridor, and he looked over tremblingly when he heard the sound.And when he saw the source of the sound, he felt like he was going crazy.

The source of the sound turned out to be a grotesque monster. The monster looked like a naked man crawling on the ground with four limbs. The scary thing was that his forelimbs were arms, and his hind limbs were also arms.His long black hair fell down, covering his face, but when he looked again, he didn't cover his face with his hair, but the place where his face originally had was the same as the back of his head.There was also a longitudinal slit in the chest, from which blood continued to flow, and the slit was full of teeth, just like his mouth.

He—no, although it has no eyes, it seems to be able to see the trembling Joan.After walking a few steps, he ran wildly and approached Joan at a high speed.

Joan yelled in fear, opened the door of the dilapidated classroom next to him, and hid inside in a panic.

"—that monster was so strong that I closed the door, but it smashed the door all at once." Joan said to me while recalling, "But its head is not smart, and it doesn't know how to avoid the table on the road. Chair. Twice I almost got caught, but I managed to escape."

"Escaped?" I asked, "Didn't the exit disappear?"

He was also a little confused, "I don't know what happened... When I went to the corridor to escape, I found that door appeared again. After passing through that door, I returned to the normal teaching building, and the monster did not chase it out."

I think the door disappeared in the first place only because the demon hid it.Joan, on the other hand, re-observed it by relying on his explosive awareness in the desperate situation.Judging from this phenomenon, he really belongs to the group with high awareness.

If it were an ordinary person with insufficient awareness, no matter how many times he groped against the wall, he would not be able to touch the handle of the door, and would only be trapped forever in a different space.What cannot be seen subjectively is equivalent to not existing objectively—this kind of absurd phenomenon in the common sense concept is not uncommon in the hidden world.

However, the false strange talk of my student days turned out to be a real secret incident...

I couldn't just sit back and watch the thought of ghosts like this haunting my old school.

"But after I escaped, the abnormality seems to continue..." Qiao An said with lingering fear.

"Anything else unusual?" I asked.

"I can see that door from time to time in the teaching building recently. Of course, this time I dare not go in alone. But the door I can see, other students and teachers seem to be invisible, or more like Turn a blind eye..." He said uncomfortably, "I told them that the door of the ghost talk is there, some of them just nodded and stopped caring, and some said it was an ordinary door, and it was impossible to talk to the ghost story. It's related. They don't seem to remember that there was no door there, and the supernatural things are close at hand, but they all seem to be deaf to me... Of course, I can't persuade them to actually go in and have a look. But I feel that even if they are persuaded, they will find other excuses to ignore."

He added, "I also have a few classmates who like to talk about strange stories. They formed an interest group privately in school to share and study this kind of strange stories. But after hearing me talk about it, they And uncharacteristically uninterested. Honestly...they scare me that much."

"Don't worry, this is normal." I said.

"Huh?" He was dumbfounded, "Is this normal?"

After I explained to him the relationship between awareness and hidden events, he was shocked and lost in thought.

"Also, you have to be mentally prepared..." I said, "From now on, you may continue to encounter this kind of thing."

"You mean, I was targeted by the monster in the strange story, or cursed?" He was shocked.

"No, even if this weird story is solved, you will still encounter other hidden incidents." I said.

Secret events are not only hidden from nature and society, but also from human destiny.

Therefore, as long as ordinary people are not too unlucky, they will not encounter hidden events.

But people with high awareness are different. They have the opportunity to perceive the secrets hidden in their own destiny.

Assuming that Joan has never encountered a hidden incident, maybe he still has a chance to live a normal life.And since he has realized that "there are hidden things in the real world", then the hidden things will be "revealed" in his destiny.

If someone is bound to be involved in the secret things hidden in society, then those who are entangled in the fate of these secret things must be involved first.

That's why Warlocks are always prone to running into each other, and always prone to Hidden Events.And the responsibility of the Security Bureau to guide the highly aware groups also comes from this.

There is another person in the Security Bureau who is responsible for the specific guidance. I am only here to solve the strange talk this time.But looking at Qiao An's eyes full of curiosity, I also found a little feeling that the blue bird is good at being a teacher, so I explained a little more.

"It's going to be like that..." He pressed his heart, showing a hint of excitement while showing fear.

His reaction seems to be different from ordinary people, but it is not difficult to understand after thinking about it.If I was still a student who was immersed in homework and test papers every day, and suddenly heard that my future life would be inseparable from things and phenomena beyond common sense, I would feel scared and feel as if I was going to be in a fictional story. the main character.This is actually a fairly common adolescent psychology, even if he escaped from a dangerous incident not long ago, it is inevitable.

There are always students who look forward to a sudden zombie crisis on campus.

I took out my phone and checked the time, "Let's stop talking here first, where is that door in the teaching building? Can you show me the way?"

He came back to his senses and nodded quickly, leading the way with ease.

Soon we went to the teaching building, and the corridors and classrooms along the way made me feel emotional.I also saw the classroom I was sitting in back then. When I entered the teaching building, the shrubs and grass next to it were the place where Jade Bird looked for hair accessories.

Qiao An also passed his classroom on the way. At this time, his pace was a little faster, as if he didn't want his classmates to see him.But there was still a boy who came out of the classroom saw us and asked, "Joan, who is he? He can't be the man you were looking for outside the school!"

Joan shouted angrily, "Aren't you disgusting!"

The boy walked away with a hippie smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, those people are really..." Joan said helplessly, "I'm not a girl, they always make fun of my face, and even mention you..."

"It's okay." I looked towards the end of the corridor, "Is that the door?"

"That's right, that's it!" He said pleasantly, "As expected, you can notice that everyone else just ignores it."

At the end of the corridor, there was a door installed there abruptly. In my memory when I was a student, there was no door there.

I went straight to the door and tried to open it.

Without encountering the slightest resistance, the door opened directly, and there was another corridor behind.But compared to the corridor here, the corridor over there is more dilapidated and dirty, and you can also see that all the windows over there are covered with blood-stained mud, revealing a strangeness that is completely opposite to the normal living space. qualitative atmosphere.

It's still lunch break, people pass by from time to time in the corridor, and occasionally students and teachers look at me, but no one notices the extremely unusual entrance that is open and generous.

I was going to go in like this, but Joan's voice came from behind me, "That... can I go in too?"

"Are you going in too?" I looked at him strangely.

He trembled in fear, and nodded slightly excitedly.

I wanted to reject him at first, but he will surely encounter such incidents one after another and inevitably again in his future life.Although it cannot be said that following me is absolutely without danger, you might as well take this opportunity to accumulate a little experience.

When we entered this different space together, the door behind us closed automatically.

Joan glanced back reflexively, "The door... the door disappeared again."

"Don't worry, I can still see it." I also looked back, the door was still there, but it disappeared temporarily from his awareness.

At the same time, I also noticed the fluctuations from the demons in this different space, not far from here.

I opened the back door of the classroom next to me and walked in, and Joan quickly followed.

Inside the classroom were crooked and badly damaged desks and chairs. We were standing in the back row, and beside the podium lay a terrifying demon.The front and rear limbs are all hands, the front of the head is like the back of the head, and the mouth on the chest is like a wound... It is the strange monster that Joan has described.

It's time to deal with demons in a different space again.

Recently, I seem to have a relationship with the devil.

The old bone said that he became a warlock through some kind of evil method of flesh and blood. Considering that he can also summon demons and has some deep connection with the middleman, he is probably a demon warlock like the middleman.And as my potential opponent, the mixed-blood succubus with the middleman also has strong demonic attributes.Coupled with what happened today and yesterday...

It seems that since I was released by the Security Bureau, my experience has been traced by demons. Could this be a sign of something.

When I was thinking, the demon next to the podium also noticed me.It tensed up like a feline in a hunting stance, and although it had no eyes, it seemed to be staring.

At the same time, I can also feel Joan's gaze behind me, as well as the emotions of fear, tension, expectation, and dependence mixed in the gaze.

Now Qiao An looks at me, is it the same as when I looked at the blue bird?

Is this what it's like to be under the pressure of a fan's gaze... I'm joking around with myself as I summon the Siren Blade.

The next moment, the demon took the lead in attacking.

However, its first strike was wrong.

It stood upright suddenly, and the wound-like mouth on its chest opened wide, ejecting plasma from it.Just like a high-pressure water gun, not only did the plasma not disperse in the air, but it was also quite concentrated.The momentum is also quite fast, shooting towards my face like a bullet.

Maybe he sensed my strength, so he didn't approach me hastily.But if you think that as long as you maintain a safe distance and attack me, you will be fine, you are very wrong.

Back then in the dream, Blue Bird was injured after the first battle with the Demon, not only the broken arm, but her body under the clothes was also covered with cuts and bruises.

That was not the injury caused by the direct attack of the Siren Blade, otherwise the clothes would be torn together.

The reason why there was such an injury was very simple, she was shattered by the siren blade one after another.

The Siren Blade can not only hurt the main body when it smashes the clone, but also can hurt the opponent's main body when it smashes the opponent's spells.

Although the effect is not as great as splitting the clone, high-level warlocks like Blue Bird can also resist the damage fluctuations transmitted from the invisible connection between themselves and the spell to a certain extent, and they can also repair those afterward like connecting arms. Wounds, but if they add up, they should not be underestimated.Moreover, most ordinary warlocks can't do confrontation either.

The same goes for the demon in front of him.

The plasma it spews is embodied by its own spirituality and can be seen as an extension of itself, which is countered by the Siren Blade with the laws of sympathetic sorcery.

After I split the plasma with the siren blade, the demon on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and its head exploded.

"Dead... dead?" Joan was taken aback.

Not letting my guard down, I strode toward the demon.The devil is a spirit body, not as vital as the flesh, even if the head is blown, it may not necessarily die.Sure enough, after the demon fell to the ground and twitched twice, it suddenly bounced up again, bursting out at an extremely fast speed and hitting the window not far away.The impact shattered the window, and the sunlight from outside came in.

It actually went to the real space outside.This different space obviously does not exist, but at this moment it seems to be physically connected to the real space, and I don't know the relationship between this place and the teaching building in the real space.But I didn't bother with such details too much, and immediately moved to the broken window and threw the Siren Blade vigorously.

After the demon smashed the window, its body was thrown to the playground dozens of meters away at high speed, and it tried to attack the students passing by as soon as it landed.

However, before it could move two steps, the Siren Blade bombarded at super high speed, blasting its body into scattered rotten flesh.

Just in case, I sent Joan out of the different space first, and went to the playground to check again. After confirming that the demon was indeed completely wiped out, I relaxed.

And at this moment, I noticed a strange gaze from the direction of the teaching building behind me.

A look mixed with anxiety, vigilance, hostility and other emotions.

　Coke... Coke doesn't taste like Coke...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)