Shadow Apostle

(Two things to say. First, in the new book stage, it is very necessary to catch up on reading. Brothers who see this message, whether you want to read it or continue to read it, try to use the app to click to the last chapter of the last chapter every day in the past few weeks. Page, just refresh the reading statistics page. This is very important to me, thank you all. The second thing is that the second half of Chapter 31 has been slightly revised so that there will be no ambiguity or ambiguity in the text. It’s a clear place. If you are interested, you can go back and have a look.)

"The game is about to end, let me see how many lucky ones are left~~"

The sudden laughter woke up Horst who was deep in thought. This was exactly the sound he heard when he came in just now.

When he looked up, he found a cloud of smoke floating in the air. The smoke condensed into a human shape. It looked like a figure wearing formal clothes and a top hat. The figure bowed gracefully below, but his voice was filled with malice and madness.

"There are actually so many people? The efficiency is really low. Didn't I tell you just now that if you don't work hard to kill people, it will be too late. It would be a pity if you take this as a joke. This is the most real game. So, It’s not long before the game ends. It seems like it’s too late. Keep working hard. I wish you good luck and let everyone around you die! Light! Hehehehe..."

Amidst the laughter, the human form gradually faded away and finally disappeared completely. However, the survivors showed no signs of surprise at all. It was obviously not the first time they had seen it.

So that's it. It seems that this B-235 will pop out and taunt him from time to time. No wonder the situation that was under control just now suddenly gets out of control.

Horst stood behind the counter, looked at the crowd in front of him and sighed.

In front of him were the survivors gathered in a circle.

The embarrassed men and women gathered together, but kept a little distance, and always remained silent. Only occasionally someone let out a few sobs.

Several of the tied people had woken up, and some had regained their senses and huddled in the corner in silence.

But there were also people who were as crazy as ever, roaring loudly and wanting to say something, but their voices were distorted into low roars like beasts.

However, no one paid attention to them, everyone huddled in their positions blankly.

The game is almost over.

Everyone has understood that there is not enough time, and even if they start killing each other now, it is already too late.

Eight nightmare-like hours are finally coming to an end.

As a result, except for a few howling madmen, no one tried to kill anyone else. Silence and howling intertwined, filling the dim cafe with an apocalyptic atmosphere.

Someone hummed softly "His Majesty the King is with Us". This inspiring song made people feel despair in contrast.

Horst looked away and returned his attention to the most pressing issue at hand.

What exactly is correlation?

Mirror? vase? Glass? Glasses? Pocket watch?

All suspicious things have been destroyed.

What exactly is the problem?

Horst was frowning and thinking when he saw a group of figures walking over holding a blowtorch.

Monica walked around the counter and walked to Horst. She just patted Horst hard on the shoulder, then put down the blowtorch, sat down aside and picked up a pen and paper.

"Don't worry, there are still fifteen minutes."

"Are you nervous?"

"We've known each other for a year, and you've always helped me solve things that require brainpower in advance, including what happened yesterday. I believe it will be the same this time."

Horst laughed dumbly, threw down the pen and paper, and stared blankly at the dancing flames of the blowtorch.

The problem is related to mystery, and it cannot be solved by just using your brain, girl.

What is the truth, even if there is a sign.

However, everything remained the same. The flickering flames illuminated the surrounding area of ​​the bar, but also cast countless shadows, dangling on the bottles and cans on the bar.

No, I can't fall into a vicious cycle. I need to calm down first.

Just distracted by the dancing shadow, Horst simply grabbed the bottle under the shadow, poured the coffee powder inside into the pot, filled it with water, put it on the kerosene blowtorch to cook, and pointed at Monica at the same time. Refers to the coffee pot.

Monica tilted her head and thought for a while, then she let out a low laugh, ran to get two coffee cups, and put one in front of them. A hot spout.

The bright silver coffee pot soon made a boiling sound. Horst lifted the silver pot and filled a cup for each of them.

There were only ten minutes left, but neither of them said anything. They just picked up their coffee, without adding any ingredients, and placed it directly in front of them and took a deep breath.

So delicious.

The mellow aroma of the coffee slowly calmed down Horst's irritable mood. He opened his eyes again and didn't drink. He just looked at the blurry reflection in the cup in trance.

Um? etc?

What do I see?

Horst's breathing slowed down a beat.

Holding the cup and staring at the blurry surface of the liquid, I felt a little dazed.

Due to problems with light and material, the reflection is very blurry, but you can still tell that it is your own shadow.

The most common reflective object in coffee shops is of course not mirrors, but these liquid surfaces.

Horst put down the coffee cup with force, which startled Monica across from her and raised her head towards him.

Horst pointed to the coffee cup, and Monica's breathing slowed down.

The two of them stared at the small coffee cups in silence for a few seconds, and then almost at the same time they made a move and rushed towards the intact coffee tables in the hall.

Monica had already arrived at an intact table, raised her rapier with its sheath and swung it, sweeping all the cups off the table.

Horst, on the other hand, stopped beside the survivors.

He grabbed a table with teacups and overturned it, and then walked away with the sound of shattering glass, leaving behind only the horrified looks of a group of people.

The coffee shop is not too big, with more than thirty tables, and more than half of them are filled with cups that have not yet been broken. The two of them did not bother to distinguish them in detail. They took one side and smashed the complete liquid containers whenever they saw them.

Ping ping ping, the sound of porcelain crushed in the cafe for a while, like a brisk melody, even the desperate survivors were infected by the sound and the mood became relaxed.

Click, click.

The minute hand is spinning relentlessly.

Crash, crash.

Cups and bowls are constantly breaking.

However, with five minutes left on the clock and Monica was about to rush to the last few tables, a wave-like pattern suddenly appeared on the table in front of her.

A smaller version of the mist figure of the same style as before emerged from the water waves.

"It's amazing that you actually discovered it, but it's a pity that there are only the last five minutes left. In order to praise your efforts, I decided to give you a reward. The reward is... hehehehe."

Amidst the laughter, seven or eight water wave-like lines appeared around him. From the center of the front lines, two huge claws suddenly stretched out.

Then, two giant claws opened the sides of the water wave, and an ugly alien creature over two meters tall emerged from the water wave.

The dark body, the fish-skin-smooth skin is covered with pale white mucus, a pair of sharp corners are bent inward, and a pair of wings covered with fleshy membrane on the back are buzzing and flapping like insects, making a disturbing sound. Noise. As for its face... it has no face at all. There is only a blank piece of skin on the face, which is dark, slippery, ugly, and disgusting.

One after another.

In the blink of an eye, ten mysterious aliens appeared out of thin air, blocking the table behind the human figure. Four of them separated and surrounded Monica.

Only then did the screams of fear begin. Some of the survivors fainted, while others ran around aimlessly with their heads in their hands, as if they had gone completely crazy.

"Da da da." The floating human figure performed a tap dance, not forgetting to dub the dance steps, "The reward is...the despair behind the hope, hehe hehe."

It's three o'clock in the morning and I haven't proofread it yet. Forget it, I'll proofread it tomorrow.