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The sound of footsteps came from this darkness.

It's not a trained footstep, and it lacks the aggressiveness of a new enemy.

It's like walking tremblingly in a haunted house, or the footsteps of children when they go to school to pick up forgotten things at night, it sounds vain and timid.

"...uh...that..."

It was a girl's voice.

Under the dim red light, the owner of the voice gradually emerged.

With a long skirt covering her thighs, a bunch of straight hair tied around her ears with a rubber band, and thin-rimmed glasses, it was Kazezawa Hikazu who came here.

I saw her standing in the middle of the passage, walking slowly.

boom--!

One of the bullets from the rifle that rebounded after hitting Alice hit Fengzhan Binghua in the face.

Pieces of skin color splashed out.The frame of the glasses was broken and bounced far away.

The guard looked blankly at the girl who had been shot.

Shirley also frowned slightly when she saw her target running out suddenly and destroying herself in such an unexpected way.

At this moment, Feng Zhan's body drew a big arc and fell backwards.

Like an unresponsive puppet, you can even hear the sound of her facial tissue being destroyed.

Something resembling the surface of a skull, with some long hair scattered on the floor.

The bullet appeared to have struck the right side of her face, completely disfiguring her skull and the shattered glasses frames falling to the ground.

Part of the ear that had been torn off remained at the end of the frame.

The wound was beyond the guard's common sense, although it was indeed a huge wound that made half of his head disappear.

However, the wound was empty.

No meat, no bones, no brains, nothing.

From Feng Zhan Binghua's wound, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

It's like a dummy made of paper, or a 3D doll made of polygons.

The surface looks delicate and realistic human skin, but from the inside of the cavity, it looks like a thin layer of lavender plastic.

At the center of the head with a big hole, there is a small magnet-like thing suspended.

A triangular prism with the color of skin, the bottom is an equilateral triangle with sides less than two centimeters long, and the height is less than five centimeters.

The small triangular prism remains in a fixed position and rotates continuously.

On the sides of the triangular prism, many rectangular objects measuring one millimeter in length and two millimeters in width are arranged.

It is like an ultra-small piano keyboard, as if invisible fingers are playing, and the rectangular keys on the side of the triangular column keep moving forward and backward.

"what is that……"

That guard has already doubted his life twice today.

Then, one of the flying bullets also hit him dramatically.

Falling to the ground, Feng Zhan let out a small cry of pain.

Perhaps because of regaining consciousness, the triangular pillar in the center of the head began to spin faster, and the keys on the side were struck faster and faster, just like the firing pins of a sewing machine.

It's not that the triangular pillar cooperates with Feng Zhan's movements to produce a reaction, but that Feng Zhan cooperates with the triangular pillar's movements to produce behavior and expressions.

Even Shirley forgot to launch an attack, staring blankly at the phenomenon in front of her.

The piano keys on the side of the triangular column were constantly struck, and it rang like torrential rain.

The triangular prism starts spinning like a wheel on a computer trackball.

I don't know what kind of transformation program these movements have undergone, so that the girl with a big hole in her face gradually raised her head.

With only one eye left, Feng Zhan looked at Xia Qing blankly.

It's like just waking up, without even the slightest pain.

She slowly sat up on the ground.

"Huh...? Glasses...where are my glasses...?"

She reached out and touched the place where the glasses were originally on her face, as if she noticed something was wrong.

The first is that if you touch hot water, your fingers will quickly shrink back.

Then, tremblingly, he moved his fingers to his own face.

Chapter 4 The Primarch of Wind Slashing Binghua (5/[-])

"How is this going?"

Her fingers slowly traced the edge of the opening.

"no no……"