Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 363 Great Smog

"Ms. Despair will... hold a large-scale sacrificial ceremony in the East End?"

The words "Sherlock Moriarty" in his mind put Angel into a brief shock.

She could tell that the location of the other party was the ruins of the eastern suburbs that she had left not long ago. The stone pillars and collapsed domes were so familiar.

"So, Panatia's so-called 'big operation after the New Year' was actually deceiving me. She must have seen my undercover status, so she used lies to stabilize me and let me leave first, and then directly started their ' Big plans'..."

Angel figured this out instantly. She pushed open the car door and quickly climbed up a three-story building on the street using her hands and feet under the surprised gaze of the driver. Her figure disappeared into the thick fog.

"Hey, madam, aren't you going to the North District?"

Ignoring the shouts coming from behind, Angel stood on a high place and quickly scanned the East District, which was almost entirely filled with low-rise buildings. The haze was getting worse at this time. Although the high place was relatively better, the view was also limited. She could only You can see several bell towers or church domes looming in the distance, as well as a pale yellow mist that seems to extend to infinity.

No, one of them is not normal haze!

Her vision, which had been strengthened many times by the potion, instantly focused on a mist that was obviously different from the others. The thick light yellow mist there was mixed with a little black, like rust, like coagulated blood.

There seemed to be low coughs and cries coming from there, but normal sounds would never be transmitted so far. This was a reminder from Angel's spirituality, reminding her that this place was the center of danger, disease, and death.

That was her new destination.

"Crack-"

Angel pressed the crown of the magic pocket watch and instantly locked onto a dim light deep in the haze. Then a bright yellow flame ignited on his body, spanning a distance of tens of meters, and flashed to another place closer to the iron-black fog. Rooftop.

There were a few seconds between uses of "Flash of Flames", and she was not prepared to waste her spiritual energy on continuous flashes. Instead, she quickly found the direction, ran and jumped between rooftops, and continued to approach the center of the gradually expanding strange fog. At a place that cannot be crossed with the body, he passes through the flames again to reach the other side, and adjusts the direction at the same time.

While moving like a flexible curly baboon, Angel held the "Secret Holy Emblem" tightly and recited in a low voice while jumping and running:

"The goddess of night, who is nobler than the starry sky and longer than eternity..."

She jumped over an alleyway that was more than three meters wide and landed on the opposite roof. Below, several homeless people who were gradually enveloped in iron-black and light yellow mist coughed and fell to the ground, covering their mouths and noses. But I don’t know where to hide.

"You are the Crimson Lord, the Mother of Secrets..."

She activated Flame Flash and aimed at the barely visible light of the street lamp on the opposite side of the tributary leading from the Tasok River. The figure disappeared and reappeared, having crossed the river and the street, and was one step closer to the center of the haze.

In the river behind him, a cleaner who was retrieving randomly discarded floating objects on the sampan dropped his net bag, grabbed his neck with both hands, gasped for breath, his eyes went dark, and he fell into the river. There was no more movement.

"You are also the Queen of Disaster and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence..."

She bypassed the factory chimney and plunged into the iron-black haze that was no longer limited to low places. The air she breathed in was not only moist and pungent, but also had a strong smell of blood, which made it difficult for Angel to breathe. , the eyes are even more sour and unbearable.

A few ice crystals condensed smoothly, draining the moisture from the surrounding air and making the haze lighter. She found the direction again, jumped up suddenly, and used her "lightness" to cross the dead streets. Below, was Residents of the East District lying on the ground in various postures, lifeless.

With their endless pain and despair, they turned into illusory and transparent figures, floating up and flying quickly to somewhere in the suburbs.

"I pray that you will prevent these innocent people from suffering, even if they are not your believers..."

At the end of her sight, there was a rich mixture of yellow and black. A streak of white was dragging death and wails through the streets.

……

In a house in the north of the East District.

Sherman carefully closed the newly made secret compartment, moved over the empty bookshelf to block it, and showed a satisfied smile.

He planned to take the time to buy a few books and decorate the bookshelves. This would not only help hide the hidden compartments and the pistols and communication potions inside, but also force himself to study properly and transform from a low-level extraordinary person who only knows how to kill to a slightly more capable person. A cultured person—this was Miss Xio’s suggestion, and he thought it was very good!

After walking out of the study, he looked out the corridor window. The sky had dimmed before he knew it, like dusk, even a little dark. No, that’s not the sun setting in the west, but... the color of the fog has changed?

His heart was pounding, and he felt panic for some reason.

He had experienced this feeling the last time he assassinated the top gangster nearby. Then the other party took out a huge revolver and almost shot himself to death.

That is a reminder from the spirit!

He rushed to the window and looked out. On the street corner not far away, the originally light yellow haze had been replaced by black and red. The thick fog, which was heavier than the air, gradually extended along the road and covered the laundry. Female workers and homeless people twitched and fell down like straw blown down by the wind, and soon there was no movement.

"Poisonous fog? Curse? It seems more dangerous down there. I have to go to the attic to hide!"

Sherman, who was no longer an ignorant person, immediately determined the danger of the black fog. He closed the window without hesitation, took off his coat and stuffed the crack in the window, then turned and ran towards the stairs.

He didn't run up immediately, but returned to the first floor, closed all the windows, and then rushed out of the door, running quickly to the next door apartment in the fog that was getting more and more pungent.

"Liv! Daisy! Freya!"

He shouted the names of the neighbor's mother and daughter, rushed into a room on the first floor of the apartment with a door half open, and found the young girl Freya supporting her mother Liv and preparing to walk out.

"Sherman?" Freya looked at him doubtfully, "Daisy is at school, and her mother seems to be sick. I'm going to take her to Charity Hospital. Can you, ahem, help me?"

As she spoke, she started coughing herself.

"It's too late, the smog outside is poisonous! Go hide in the attic of my house and wait until the situation gets better before taking her to the hospital."

Sherman picked up Liv, who was gradually having difficulty breathing, and quickly returned to his home with Freya. He hooked the door with his foot and ran all the way to the attic. There were no windows and the location was high enough, which should be able to block this fatal attack. of mist.

Outside the door behind him, iron-black has replaced pale yellow, and the street has become a place of death.

……

"Don't be stunned, run to the south, upwind, hurry up!"

Hugh Dilcha kicked a tall man next to him in the knee, causing him to stumble and continue running forward in a hurry.

She looked back at the other side of the street. The light yellow exhaust gas spurting out of the factory chimneys turned darker in color at some point, like a giant black beast that preyed on people, swooping down and pounced on the street.

Fortunately, this side is upwind, and the black haze is struggling against the airflow and has not yet reached this place.

But scores of homeless people have fallen down on the streets. They were already lacking nutrition, hungry, and already crumbling in the severe cold. At this moment, they are covered by the mist that brings diseases, and they can't even struggle. They are so quiet. The earth passed away from this world, like soap bubbles quickly dissipating in the sun.

"Flag, call them up and run!"

Xio shouted, using his "sheriff" ability to frighten those strong men who could barely escape from the fog of death. He took the female workers and children who were still alive and left the East District in the upwind direction.

This is the edge of the East District, and the weird haze is not serious, but what about deeper? Sherman, Gene...

She looked at the black haze in the distance, and thought of the East End residents she knew, and worried about their safety.

Within the sight of the bounty hunter, factory chimneys and towering clock towers were gradually submerged in haze. Not only the East District, but also the nearby dock area and factory area have also become places of death. Homeless homeless people and workers who were malnourished or had diseases fell down one after another with coughs and fevers, and could never get up again.

People who come into contact with their bodies will also be infected with the disease, and one person will pass it on to another, quickly passing the seeds of death. Even strong young people will become weak in the mist and plague.

Those who couldn't hold up and fell to the ground and died, those who relied on physical strength to survive, those who helped each other fight for a chance of survival, and those who pushed others away and fled alone, formed a picture of life and death in the sudden Backlund smog. A picture of intertwined death.

The "Lady of Despair" Panatia, who is holding a paintbrush, is walking through the death scene she created with a smile.

(End of this chapter)