Shadow Apostle

Princess area.

Vila Via.

The street lights have been turned off.

On the roadside filled with garbage, a few sleepy murmurs came from the crumbling shacks.

The homeless man covered in dirt wandered to the garbage pile and unzipped his pants in a daze.

The water was held back as soon as it spurted out, and people were so frightened that they fell into the sour and smelly sewage.

He saw a well-dressed figure sneaking into the window outside the No. 88 apartment building not far away.

This kind of thing happens every day in the Princess District and is not worth mentioning.

However, it is rare to see a thief with a bunch of tentacles trailing behind him.

These tentacles swung at the window, then disappeared into the window with a whoosh.

Having nightmares again?

The homeless man grunted a few times, dug a space in the garbage pile, and got in.

Go to bed quickly, I have to go to the recruitment place tomorrow, and the opportunity to make money is coming.

"Hey, it was so dangerous, I almost got seen. Why are you getting heavier and heavier? It's time to lose weight."

Horst closed the window tightly and breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and denounced the source of the evil that made him so embarrassed.

That big pool of tentacles on the ground.

The three tentacles dragged lazily on the ground, and the tentacle tips repeatedly slapped the ground left and right. Sometimes they would change directions and pat Horst's legs and feet. If the movement was too big, they would slap him directly on the face. Look. It feels quite comfortable.

The other three were twisted into a pile beside the bed, bulging in the middle, as if they were wrapped in something.

Of course it was Minnie who was wrapped.

Just now in the carriage, he held Minnie in his arms and was thinking about how to save her.

I don't know if it was because it was too close to my belly, but the beef soup suddenly came out.

He clung to the little mouse Minnie.

Horst was so frightened that he tried to pull her back, fearing that this guy would mistakenly think that dinner was ready and eat little Minnie directly.

The result is that the beef soup is just like usual, no matter how hard you pull it, it just won't let go.

Don't let go of your tentacles.

"That's almost it."

Horst patted the cold and slippery tentacles, planning to use them as a cooling pillow in the summer.

"You also know that she can't eat, so let her go. It won't work if she stays wrapped up like this."

Snap, snap, snap.

Completely unmoved, the tentacles wrapped around Little Minnie made a sound like licking, which made Horst break into a cold sweat.

In fact, Horst had not forgotten that all he had been thinking about just now was how to find a way to restore the little mouse to normal.

Beef Soup is probably just trying to help.

But helping is not just to hold someone in your arms and lick them.

Fortunately, the little mouse fell asleep, otherwise he would have been scared out of his mind.

"Forget it, remember not to go too far. Also, thank you."

Horst slapped the smooth surface of the tentacles, and the tips of several free tentacles gently slapped his legs repeatedly. Horst stared at the ball of tentacles wrapped tightly around Minnie for a while, and the fatigue that Green had taken away from him came over him.

He struggled to climb onto the bed and spread himself out in large letters.

These past few days have been really exhausting. After completing this commission for Scarecrow and Night Market, I must take a good rest for a few days.

There was a rustling sound under the bed. Horst turned his head and saw three tentacle tips emerging from under the bed.

They lined up in a row beside the bed, with the tips of their tentacles bent down, facing Horst on the bed.

The corner of Horst's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand, dumbfounded, and gently poked the tip of the tentacle.

The tentacles retracted, and then they pounced forward as if they had received some signal.

"Get out of my way, this is my bed, you are not allowed to come up."

Horst pushed away the tentacles that rushed towards him.

There are only three of the six left. I'm not afraid of you this time.

But it turns out that the problem doesn't seem to be a few roots.

Three tentacles quickly filled the bed and became tightly entangled with Horst.

I hope I won’t be inexplicably taken away to a fantasy world by you again tonight.

Plus, you're so annoying.

While muttering, Horst hugged a twisting tentacle tightly, holding it in his arms like a pillow. The tentacle was quite honest, and it no longer twisted after being held, leaving only the tip of the tentacle. It also twisted mechanically and slapped him on the face.

And Horst was patted on the cheek, closed his eyes, and fell asleep tiredly.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong, dong-dong-dong-dong."

A thunderous knock suddenly sounded, awakening Horst from his deep sleep.

Horst opened his eyes suddenly and found the red sun hanging high outside the window.

It's almost noon.

There was a rapid banging on the door, as if the master of the fantasy world was about to invade the world.

At first glance, it sounds like No. 88 standard knocking method.

"The rent has already been paid, why do you need to pay more?"

Horst hurriedly put on his shirt and roared confidently this time.

"Open the door, I have something to do with you, or I'll shoot."

The landlady Mrs. Jennifer’s old voice was full of power.

After fastening the buttons crookedly, Horst hurried to the door and opened it.

Sure enough, Mrs. Jennifer was still wearing the same fashion that was popular fifty years ago, holding the antique gun, and standing menacingly at the door.

"When did you come back last night, Horst Drom." Mrs. Jennifer looked at the messy-haired Horst suspiciously. "If I hadn't heard something moving in your house, I would have thought you were also there all night. They haven’t come back yet.”

"Also?" Horst's mind cleared up quickly and he looked outside the door, "Mr. William from 102 still hasn't come back?"

"Yes, after you told me yesterday, I was a little worried. That old guy still owed me two months' rent. I asked around in the building and found that no one had seen him come back these days. . Later I asked Daisy, the laundry worker who had the best relationship with him, and Daisy said that he left five days ago and found a job that made a lot of money. He could earn a gold George a week. That was the place. It needs to be kept confidential, and no contact with the outside world is allowed within two weeks.”

Horst narrowed his eyes. There was something very wrong with this statement.

"Daisi said that the old man also mentioned that the other party didn't want him at all. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have any relatives or friends and it would be difficult for him to leak the secret, he wouldn't have been allowed to participate at all."

"Huh?" Horst took a deep breath. Those people sacrificed by the Man-Faced Rat all had the same characteristics. "Mr. William said this was what the other party took a fancy to?"

"That's what Daisy said." Mrs. Jennifer's arrogant lips curled downwards and her voice lowered, "I heard that you are going to open some kind of firm to accept commissions? Then I'll entrust you with this matter too. That one The old guy still owes me rent, but we can't let him run away. If you go and catch him, I won't charge you for water and gas bills next month."

"We agreed, you can't go back on your word." Horst softened and nodded, "I need to see Daisy first, and then go to 102 to have a look. Please take me in, Mrs. Jennifer. Wait for me Let’s tidy it up first, it will be done soon.”

As he spoke, he walked towards the house to change clothes.

The collapse of Star's house temporarily interrupted the clues to this case.

But the disappearance of Mr. William next door made Horst realize that he had missed some important clues.

Tramps do not fall from the sky, they are probably deceived.

With the images of those human-faced rats, it is impossible to deceive people personally.

With Star's status, it was impossible to contact homeless people.

So there must be some people helping the Man-Faced Rat trick the homeless man into offering sacrifices.

These human-faced rats...why do they always feel like they've forgotten something important?

Forget it, following these clues, maybe I can catch up with these human-faced rats again, and then... huh?

After taking two steps into the house, Horst suddenly froze.

The footsteps stopped in the air and they forgot about their whereabouts.

Because he discovered that a little head emerged from the quilt.

Messy blond hair, dirty little face.

Horst broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, I forgot about Minnie.

Only then did he remember that he had brought the little mouse back with him last night.

If Mrs. Jennifer saw her like this, she might be frightened.

At this point it was too late to stop Minnie from getting out of the quilt.

Horst looked at Mrs. Jennifer nervously, fearing that she would faint from fear.

However, the next moment, the old woman's eyebrows were raised.

Staring at Horst's face with a very angry and serious look.

"Mr. Zhuom, I didn't expect you to do such a thing."

"ha?"

"Before I call the police, don't you want to explain what you did?"

"ha?"

Horst turned around in confusion and saw that little Minnie had gotten out of the quilt.

To his extreme surprise, what emerged was not a human-faced mouse, but a little girl.

Minnie's body returns to human form.

There is absolutely no trace of what the little mouse looked like last night.

But Horst soon discovered a more difficult problem.

Rats don't wear clothes.

And the little girl of eight or nine years old in front of me...

The corners of Horst's mouth twitched and he turned to face Mrs. Jennifer who looked serious.

"If I said she was actually a giant mouse, you would think I was lying."

"Yeah, big brother."

Minnie screamed from behind, and then a petite body rushed directly behind him and hugged him tightly.

"I'm human, I've grown up, it's great."

"Well, if I said that she didn't mean what you thought, you wouldn't believe it."

The black muzzle of the antique gun was pointed at his head.