Shadow Apostle

(I forgot to announce this book to the book club. The group number is 263084458, everyone is welcome)

Horst and Monika looked at each other.

You can see the worry in Monica's eyes.

If a gun needs to be used, it can no longer be considered an accident.

Horst gestured to Monica and took out his silver revolver.

Monica nodded, shook her windbreaker to protect her body, and walked into the corridor with her rapier in hand.

Horst held the gun, kept a few meters away, and followed behind him calmly.

Advancing cautiously in the tunnel, Horst discovered that several long tunnels had been dug underground in this area.

It's a bit like the subway in the previous life, but the distance and width are incomparable.

It can only be described as a few underground passages for walking.

leading to various locations.

There were no pedestrians on the road, and there was no light on the side roads they encountered. Only the corridor where the two of them were was still brightly lit.

"There is no movement in other directions." Horst asked in a low voice, "It should be a good thing."

"Yes, it is just an alarm. It has not been upgraded to an incident level. There is no need for a small-scale temporary evacuation for the time being, and it has not reached the point of calling for support." Monica explained hurriedly, "It has not reached the point of mysterious loss of control, otherwise it will be immediately It will turn into an evacuation signal...shh..."

Before she finished speaking, Monica's footsteps suddenly stopped, her body turned sharply and pressed against the corridor, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Ahead was a corner of the corridor, and Monica stopped at the corner.

Horst's heart tightened, and he immediately pressed against the wall on the same side as Monica.

In an instant, the corridor fell into dead silence.

Only the sound of fire blowing from the gas lamp's nozzle stood out in the silence.

Horst felt that nothing unusual seemed to happen around him, but Monica still clung to the wall motionless.

Frowning, Horst relaxed his limbs and moved forward against the wall with the lightest movement, gradually approaching Monica in front of him.

Getting closer.

Getting closer.

Seeing that they were about to make contact, they suddenly heard a small sound in their ears.

Very little.

Almost indistinguishable.

However, the moment he heard it clearly, Horst only felt horrified.

The muscles all over his body were so tense that his fingernails were digging into the flesh of his palms.

"Honey, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, please drive slower."

"It's okay, you and your son should fasten your seat belts."

"Okay, I...ah~~~~"

"Squeak~~bang."

This was a memory that Horst could never forget. From then on, the only survivor closed himself off and became an otaku, and stayed with the hospital all year round, until he entered the blood-filled world in a dream.

At this time, Horst heard those tiny, undetectable sounds in his ears.

But Horst immediately identified the content of these sounds.

These were the last words spoken by my parents before they died.

This is the deepest pain in Horst's heart, and no one knows it anymore.

But unexpectedly, he would return to Horst in this form.

Screams, brakes, crashes.

Like maggots attached to the bones, it echoes in my ears repeatedly.

Sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes not.

Horst gritted his teeth tightly, the muscles on his face were trembling slightly, his eyes were blood red, and he covered his ears hard.

However, the sound was not affected at all.

No matter how hard Horst tried, he could not stop the penetration of the sound.

The sound seemed to be everywhere, coming from every corner around me from time to time.

I don't want to hear it, stop thinking about it!

He couldn't bear it anymore, and his only thought now was to pierce his eardrum with force.

When you are deaf, you cannot hear anything.

At the moment when he reached out to draw the sword with red eyes.

A hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

He turned around viciously and saw that it was Monica grabbing his arm.

A pair of eyes were staring at him sharply.

His fingers clenched so hard that his bones hurt as if they were about to burst.

The impulse was interrupted, the madness in his heart quickly receded, and Horst slowly calmed down again.

The sound was still destroying his spirit repeatedly.

But he already had room to think.

Horst knows that these are definitely fake!

Because I have already changed to a different world.

If you use the sounds of the old world to confuse me in the new world, you have found the wrong person.

The voice is still chattering, but the return of reason makes these tiny sounds no longer a problem for the time being.

Horst had realized that this strange sound was probably some kind of mysterious attack.

Although he was temporarily freed from it, the mental shock of those few dozen seconds left Horst still frightened.

With the memory that spans the world, I can use tricks to temporarily avoid mental blows, but what about others?

Where is Monica holding her hand?

He quickly turned his head and found Monica biting her lip tightly.

The eyes were red, but there was no tear in the corners of the eyes.

His hands were clenched tightly and his eyes were full of anger.

He was obviously under great pressure and was probably also troubled by strange sounds.

She just didn't know what she was hearing.

The situation was unclear and Horst did not dare to speak easily. He tugged on Monica's hand and motioned her to take a few steps back.

After all, he only heard the sound after moving a few steps forward.

Then by exiting the range, you may be able to get rid of those sounds.

At least it can relieve some mental stress.

But Monica shook her head vigorously and pointed to the direction where the gunshot came from just now.

It is also the direction at the end of the corridor.

Horst frowned and asked with his mouth: "Are you sure?"

Monica squeezed Horst's wrist hard.

Then it’s up to you.

Horst nodded, checked the magazine again, then grabbed Monica's arm, pulled her a few steps sideways, and pulled her under the gas lamp.

Monica was just a little confused when she saw Horst stepping on her shadow.

Then he lifted his hat as a farewell gesture.

The next moment, he disappeared silently in front of her.

The shadow under the lamp extended all the way outside the corner.

Horst was hiding in the shadows. Unfortunately, the shadows could not stop the sounds he heard.

Although the mental shock has eased, the sound is still very loud, and I can only force myself not to pay attention.

Taking advantage of the concealment of the shadows, Horst moved outside the corner without anyone noticing.

Seeing the scene outside the corner, Horst sighed, his figure emerged from the shadows, and waved to Monica who made the shadow.

The corridor on the other side of the corner is not long, and at the end is a rusty iron door.

The light is still bright enough to show that the iron door is ajar.

In front of the iron gate, two people wrapped in black cloaks lay motionless on the ground. There was a lot of fresh blood splattered on the ground, which looked shocking.

Monica had already caught up, poking Horst's arm, pointing at his feet and behind him, then holding the hilt of the sword, he carefully approached the human body on the ground.

Horst understood, raised Serena, and stood sideways with the wall as support, his eyes looking back and forth between the back and Monica.

Monica stretched out her rapier and moved the body in the black cloak. Without checking too much, she shook her head regretfully, turned around and gestured to Horst, and then stood between the door and the way in.

As soon as Horst caught up, he immediately understood why Monica checked so quickly.

There were two bodies on the ground.

A man was shot in the head, more than once, and had already exploded into a ball of rotten flesh.

The other person's head is intact, but his face is facing his back.

His metal-gloved hands were pinching his neck, breaking his neck.

Horst shook his head helplessly.

This man was the leader who confronted him in the morning.

The vast majority of the kingdom's soldiers are ordinary people who have not mastered the ability to awaken, and these members of the Army Special Forces are no exception.

But their equipment was not weak in power. Unexpectedly, they had just spoken a few hours ago, and now they were turned into two corpses without the ability to resist.

With a complicated mood, he took off his hat and bowed to the two corpses. Then he glanced at Monica and pointed at the iron door.

Monica understood, moved sideways to the lamp, and pulled Shadow to the door.

Horst stepped on the shadow and stood at the door.

Taking a deep breath, ready to escape into the shadows at any time, he carefully pushed open the ajar iron door.

This push is going to be pushed to five o'clock in the afternoon again, right.

I forgot to announce this book to the book club.

Group number 263084458, welcome everyone