Shadow Apostle.

Chapter 85 No. 777 Yangke Street

"Hiss~~ This woman's hands are really heavy. If I had been just a few seconds late in agreeing, I could have broken off her arm."

Special training is special training, just because you are afraid that I will embarrass the Catcher in the Rye when I go out and get beaten.

Do you guys in the Watch have any unique postures when being beaten?The kind that looks particularly handsome after being beaten?

Horst rubbed his sore arm, but there was a smile on his lips.

It feels good to have someone worried, although the method is no different from that of a female orangutan.

It seems that I will have to endure hardships frequently in the future.

Smiling and sighing, Horst twisted his shoulders and took out a note from his pocket.

Note from Swain White.

"Twin Towers District, No. 777 Yangke Street. Thank you, Mr. Stead. I have to thank you for your hard work at such a late hour."

The Burnt coachman raised his hat through the front window and then raised his riding crop.

Horst breathed a sigh of relief and leaned tiredly on the soft sofa in the carriage, but his brain was still running at high speed.

The underground passage under Star's house collapsed and the abandoned sewer was buried. It will take at least a few days to clean it out.

Finding a breakthrough from there is unlikely in a short time.

However, it is different with the support of government departments. The Watchers have already prepared detailed architectural maps of the sewers for terrain analysis.

At that time, use other paths to go around to the abandoned sewer section.

It just depends on when they can get the results.

Horst sighed softly.

Hopefully it will be soon, because he always has a very uneasy feeling.

Shaking his head to get rid of the anxiety in his heart, he looked at the night sky through the window of the carriage.

The crimson moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight is as hazy as a dream.

Under the bloody moonlight, several bats streaked across the night sky, adding a bit of mystery to the night.

Under the dim moonlight, Horst looked at the note left by Swain White.

This man is really a mysterious figure. Even Mrs. K and Monica are vague about him and don't want to mention him too much.

But it was confirmed that there was no danger.

I wanted to find a suitable time to formally visit my home, but it would be too rude to visit me late at night.

but……

There was a soft sound of breathing next to him.

Beside the sofa, little Minnie was curled up in a ball in the corner.

The little mouse was not asleep. His eyes were wide open, but there was no energy inside. He just stared blankly at the corner of the carriage.

His body occasionally trembled slightly, while showing a frightened expression.

Who knows whether this little thing's condition will get worse, let's try our luck with this person first.

What kind of person is the top mysterious master in Mingyue City?

Horst stretched out his hand and picked up the little mouse.

The little thing shuddered, and then his body relaxed.

His whole body curled up on Horst's lap, with a relieved expression on his face.

"Big brother..." The little mouse lay on Horst's lap, his voice low as if he was talking in his sleep, "I don't want to stay like this, like those weird things."

"Ah."

Horst felt a little stinging in his heart. He had communicated with Jessica before. According to Jessica, this should be a manifestation of the mysterious erosion of the fantasy world master, twisting normal people into mysterious aliens. Reason no longer exists.

The little mouse was lucky and escaped before losing his mind.

But she was also unlucky because she escaped before she lost her mind.

I can only watch myself soberly becoming an inhuman, twisted alien.

Spend the rest of the time in fear, until you can no longer bear the despair and move towards the only end.

Because this erosion is irreversible.

The only thing worth looking forward to now is that the transformation of the little things has not been completed.

Maybe there is a glimmer of hope.

It's just a trace.

Horst stroked the little thing's messy hair and said softly:

"Big brother will take you to meet someone. Maybe he can solve your problem."

"I'll wait in the car obediently for a while. My brother will go in and ask you questions first."

"Brother believes that he will be able to find a way to restore you to your original state."

"But don't feel bad if you can't, Minnie."

"Well, I'm not sad, brother, don't worry."

The little thing nodded, but Horst felt that his pants were getting wet again.

"I didn't mean that. I meant that if he really can't help you recover, big brother will introduce you to a new friend."

"Ok?"

"It's like you. It's different from normal people. It's quite strange. But he is very happy and live most of the time, except when he is desperate when buying meat."

The little thing tilted his head, blinking his eyes, and questions almost appeared from the top of his head.

Horst didn't explain too much. He rubbed her little head, stroked the pricked mouse fur and fell into deep thought.

Let the carriage crush the night and speed forward.The night is already deep.

The gorgeous buildings on both sides have fallen into darkness.

Only the gas street lamps on both sides of the smooth asphalt road were arranged neatly like sentinels, lighting up the deep night.

Leaving the bustling Rose District and passing through the money-scented River Valley District, we reach the Twin Towers District on the edge of the city.

The port area is named after the presence of two of its most prominent lighthouses.

As soon as we entered the Twin Towers area, a faint smell of sea wafted into the carriage.

The evening wind also became humid.

The long whistle sounded from the distant darkness from time to time, which was especially clear in the silent night.

"Mr. Drom." The voice coming from the front window interrupted Horst's thoughts, "We've arrived at Yanko Street, but this No. 777...is a little weird."

"Ok?"

"This street only goes to No. 20, there is no No. 777 at all."

Horst was stunned for a moment, then patted his forehead.

He suddenly realized that he had been fooled.

7 has always been a special number in the mysterious world.

The pentagram represents evil and the hexagram represents holiness.

The seven rays represent pure mystery, and it is also a mysterious pattern that is extremely difficult to manifest.

Therefore, the house number 777 speaks for itself.

This guy Swain White plays this game too.

Horst smiled helplessly and activated his spiritual sense.

Sure enough, the paper changed, and the red lines outlined a very simple map.

"Follow this street to the end, you should be the target."

While Horst was pointing the way, he discovered that there was a line of small words under the note.

"Don't look around, don't attack, don't mind other people's business."

Ok?
Just as I was wondering, the carriage had reached the end of Yangke Street.

At the end is the seaside, where a big house is built.

A Victorian-style double-storey building with a spacious courtyard, exquisite fences and grand gates.

Gives people a pleasing aesthetic feeling.

But it was already late at night, but the door was still open.

Inside the gate, two rows of gas lamps extend all the way to the front of the mansion.

It's like welcoming guests.

The front door of the mansion and the main hall inside were also brightly lit, and there were faint shadows of people moving.

"Mr. Zhuom..."

"Well...just go in."

Horst was a little confused, but he still directed the driver to follow the guidance of the trail lights and drive all the way to the entrance of the mansion.

Only then could he see clearly that a housekeeper and two servants were standing straight in front of the mansion.

There was a scraping sound of metal behind him, and the open door was slowly closing.

The three butlers were approaching the carriage.

"Sir." Seeing Horst open the door and get out of the car, the butler bowed deeply, "My master is inconvenient and cannot go out, so I can only greet you on your behalf. Please come with me, sir. The master has been waiting for a long time."

"You are just waiting for me?"

Horst frowned. The decision to visit tonight was an impromptu decision that even he himself could not have known about in advance.

The middle-aged housekeeper smiled calmly: "Is there anything surprising about this?"

Horst nodded thoughtfully, followed the housekeeper and walked in without asking any more questions.

As soon as he entered the mansion, Horst noticed something strange.

Apart from the architecture and the things you wear, almost everything in the mansion is curved.

There are no polyline corners.

This is a very difficult phenomenon to achieve, but the owner of the mansion happened to achieve it.

And as you continue to go deeper, after entering the first door, even the room changes into a strange shape.

They are all transformed from arcs or even directly into circles.

There are no more 'corners' in the entire room.

"gentlemen."

The butler stopped in front of a door.

"I can only take you here, please go in by yourself. Before entering, please put all your belongings except clothes in this drawer, and we will keep it for you. If you encounter any strange phenomena, please contact us directly Just quit, that's normal."

"Don't look around, don't attack, don't mind your own business?"

The butler smiled and said nothing.

Horst nodded, pushed open the strange, nearly circular door, and walked in.

　One push makes a day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)