Shadow Apostle

"You left behind? You are..."

Horst glanced at the contract seemingly casually:

"Mick Dunne?"

"Sorry, Mr. Du En is my boss. He is the business manager of Minsheng Company in Mingyue City."

Horst nodded and handed the contract over casually. When the other party took it, his fingertips just touched the back of the other party's hand.

The spiritual awareness is fully open.

But there is nothing unusual about it, it feels like this is an ordinary person who has never been exposed to mystery.

Horst retracted his hand as usual, indicating that the other party could leave.

The man took back the contract with a smile and turned around to leave, while Horst just watched his retreating back quietly and did nothing.

Since K from Watchmen is helping to investigate Mick Dune, he should not act rashly yet.

But why does this Minsheng Company always feel a bit familiar?

As she was reminiscing, Mrs. Andorra panted and walked out of the back kitchen pushing a trolley. There were two thigh-high metal buckets on the trolley, exuding a strong aroma of meat.

"Who came just now, the new guest?"

"It's from the Minsheng Company. I left something behind." Horst hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What does this company do? Why have I never heard of it?"

"In the past two years, those who appeared in Mingyue City often encouraged farmers to take loans for breeding. Unexpectedly, their true nature was exposed when encountering natural disasters. When the chicken plague first started, these blood-sucking insects started to take advantage of the poultry culling order to cause farmers losses. It was a disastrous opportunity to forcibly confiscate their farms and land. The city government not only ignored it, but helped them drive away the farmers. None of these companies are good people."

"There are not necessarily many good people if you don't open a company." Horst sighed, "Mrs. Andor, I suggest that no matter what you decide in the end, you should postpone it for a few days."

"how?"

"This Minsheng Company has done so many bad things, it might be in trouble."

"Hahaha, how can such a good thing happen? But I know, I will listen to you and wait for a few days before making a decision." The charming boss lady laughed out loud and pointed to the trolley, "Push the cart first." Go back and just remember to send it back to me tomorrow."

As I left the Andorran kitchen with the cart, it was already dark outside.

The seven o'clock bell sounded from the Tower of Justice in the distance.

The old cast-iron gas street lamps emitted dim light, illuminating the dilapidated buildings and streets in the Princess District.

The workers who had been working hard all day dragged their tired footsteps and walked slowly down the street.

The weak figure, numb eyes, and a lifeless scene.

Avoiding the hot steam leaking from the pipe and letting several carriages pass by, Horst crossed the road and turned into Via Vila.

As soon as I entered the street, I saw seven or eight wild cats wandering in the street in groups.

It seems that after the human-faced rats were removed, the rats in the sewers were running around. The lives of these wild cats improved first. They all ran out before it was completely dark. I saw several groups along the way.

Avoiding these tyrannical wild cats, Horst could see an old figure sitting on a worn-out rocking chair under the porch of Apartment No. 85, staring blankly at the streetlight at the door.

Horst sighed secretly and pushed the cart over.

Sure enough it was Mrs. Jennifer.

"Horst." Mrs. Jennifer said softly with a bit of sadness on her old face, "The police came just now and sent back William's box and cane. They said you asked them to send it back. .Did you find that old thing?"

Horst nodded silently.

"Daisy was crying so much. What's there to cry about? At such an old age, isn't it normal for her to be unable to sleep one day?" Mrs. Jennifer rubbed her nose and paused for a while before saying, " How did that old guy die? He didn't suffer much pain."

The muscles in the corners of Horst's eyes twitched, remembering the sudden sharp pain and the broken body on the altar, but in the end he shook his head: "Mr. William died peacefully and left suddenly."

"That's good, then I'm relieved." The landlady wiped her eyes, "One of the old residents is missing again. Oh, don't you want to rent there? I'll pack up his things and put them in the basement tomorrow. , you can move in whenever you need it. Remember, eight lukas a month, not one less, if you dare to default on the rent, I will let my gun talk to you."

"Yes, yes, no less."

Horst patted Mrs. Jennifer's arm, stopped when he passed the door of 102 with the bucket, took off his hat and bowed to the door of 102, and then put the last newspaper back in the full In the mailbox.

Sorry, Mr. William, the newspaper has been returned to you. Half of your revenge has been avenged for you. I wish you... a safe journey.

With a regretful sigh, Horst picked up two large buckets and hurried back to 103.

As soon as the door was closed, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately ran to the bed and closed the curtains tightly.

Pull a small square table to the window, just in a position where the shadow cannot be cast on the curtains.

Horst took out two silver dinner plates and knives and forks that he had treasured for a long time, washed them and placed them on the table.

Beef soup is the first cooked meal, and it is also a gift of thanks. It cannot be as casual as before.

After patting his belly and letting the beef soup come out, Horst hurriedly began to prepare it.

The carrots and broccoli brought back from the kitchen in Andorra were washed, cut and garnished on the silver plate.

Then add two ladles full of stewed meat, thick broth, orange radish, and dark green cauliflower. The visual effect is quite good.

Putting the plate on the table, taking a deep breath of the aroma, Horst poked the small tentacles on his shoulders.

Small tentacles emerged from his collar, holding his head and turning the tentacle tips in all directions, looking curious.

Whenever there was the sound of carriages and pedestrians outside the window, the little tentacles would immediately retract into Horst's collar. Only when the sound faded away would they come out again and lie on his head. Occasionally the sound would last a little longer, The tentacles would also slap his face and head several times.

There was a strange warmth in the eerieness, and the only thing that wasn't warm was probably the large group of tangled black tentacles beside the two large barrels.

Yes, when the little tentacles scratched the head, the main body also came out of the belly, and they all surrounded the metal bucket, wrapping the metal bucket so tightly that it was almost deformed.

A strange breath came quietly.

However, for some reason, the seven ferocious tentacles just wrapped around the vat.

Although I open the lid from time to time to let the aroma spread.

Although from time to time I 'accidentally' shook the bucket too violently, causing the broth to flow down the sides of the bucket.

But the tentacles never reached into the bucket.

As for the half bucket of broth that spilled out...

Um? Ever spilled broth?

"Okay, okay, here I come."

Horst ran over dragging a lot of tentacle roots. After a year, he was used to it no matter how weird it was.

He ran back to the small table with two red wine glasses in his hands.

The glass of water was placed on the opposite side, and he sat down with the glass of red wine.

As if sensing Horst's posture, the small tentacles lying on the head slowly twisted and extended forward, and cautiously approached the dining table.

The tip of the tentacle reached into the wine glass, and as soon as it touched the water, it immediately retracted into Horst's body as quickly as possible.

Then he came out from under the hem of his clothes and wrapped it around Horst's arm a few times before reaching for the water glass again.

"Ding".

The red wine glass and the water glass collided gently, and the vibration made the small tentacles tremble. A few drops of water were stained on the tips of the tentacles, and all of them were thrown on Horst's face. Then he twisted back and got into the water. It was impossible to tell what organs it used. , but the liquid in the cup decreases rapidly.

Horst smiled and raised his glass to the little tentacle.

"You have saved me at least fourteen times in the past year. Thank you, beef soup. From now on, when I make money, I will take you to enjoy spicy food every day."

The little tentacle had already finished drinking the water, and was squirming curiously on the table, reaching for its own dinner plate.

He buried the tips of his tentacles in the food and tied a bow happily.

The tentacles on the side of the barrel squirmed and extended, crackling and slapping on his body, as if urging him, and then got back to the side of the barrel and pushed open the lid.

"Okay, okay, I can't wait, it smells so good, let's get started."

The little tentacle ignored him and returned to his plate. Horst rubbed his nose and picked up the knife and fork with a smile.

But as soon as he lowered his head, the smile froze on his face.

He discovered that at some point, one of the seven tentacles surrounding the vat had branched out. After shrinking, it got out of his shirt and sneaked into his dinner plate.

The meat on the dinner plate has obviously lost a few large pieces.

And it continues to decrease.

Perhaps realizing that his plot had been discovered, all the other tentacles moved together and plunged into the piles of food at the same time.

"You...stupid...monster!"

Horst sat dumbly for a moment, screamed, grabbed the food-grabbing tentacles and pulled it away from the plate, grabbed the fork with one hand, forked a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth:

"This is so plain, uh uh uh..."

"Goojigji."

"Ahhhhhh."

In an instant, the ferocious eating contest began.

One person and one tentacle were wrestling with each other.

The battlefield has expanded from dinner plates to metal buckets, and the two sides are huddled together and entangled at the dining table.

As the war heats up, the huge piles of food are dwindling at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, only the last chunk of beef was left in the bucket, and both parties stopped at the same time.

Confronting each other cautiously, confronting...

Suddenly they all moved at the same time.

As quickly as possible, he rushed towards the final trophy.

at this time……

"Dang Dang Dang."

There was an inaudible knock at the door.

Then there was a shrill meow.

"Meow."

The taste is indeed too strong, and it feels too disconnected from the previous chapter. I have revised it again, this time it should not cause reading discomfort.