The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"Hello! Madam! Sammog Village has always obeyed the orders of the pickets! Since today, we have refused at least three digits of infected people to enter the village!"

The officer's slender eyebrows wrinkled - she had beautiful gray hair with two sharp red horns, and her iron-gray eyes shone with determination, which made her slender eyebrows not damage her heroic spirit.

"Three digits? Not necessarily? I heard some corporals say that you let at least two groups of unarmed infected people into the farm. Are you... using the infected people for work?"

Tallulah keenly judged from the militiaman's erratic tone and wandering eyes that he did not mean what he said, so she took the opportunity to attack, and soon the militiaman's face turned red with excitement, and he said something in a rough voice that he would not have said to the outsider Lady Tower. Lula's message came out of her mouth:

"Who said this! Sir! This is the most despicable conspiracy and frame-up. How can we let the infected people survive in the farm! We have locked them up in the warehouse...!"

The militiaman immediately realized that something was wrong. He subconsciously wanted to shut up, but he directly faced the picket officer's gloomy face:

"Oh? You are actually raising infected people in the warehouse? How brave! Is the national policy of Ursus a piece of waste paper to you!"

Tallulah played an arrogant and prejudiced picket officer vividly. She stretched her eyes and lowered the corners of her mouth, vividly expressing the expression of an incompetent aristocratic officer of Ursus who felt that he had been deceived and became angry!

This is a little knowledge given by the Black Snake after knowing that she was going to visit the village. It was with the help of a few gifts from an ancient person that Tallulah was able to transform into an Ursus picket who could take life and death.

Sure enough, the guard who noticed Tallulah's anger panicked and confessed to Tallulah almost as if he was begging:

"No! No! Sir! How can we take in infected people? These people are famous for being lazy and lazy. How could we let these dangerous sources with Originium bombs live in!"

"The warehouse is not a livestock farm at all! How could we do that kind of thing!" The guard was sweating profusely and eager to prove the village's loyalty to Tallulah: "Please come with me to the warehouse to have a look. There is a decisive decision there. evidence of!"

"Oh? Then I want to see what tricks you can come up with!"

Tallulah pretended to sneer disdainfully and followed the militiamen she had deceived into the village.

This time, let me explore the secrets of you guys who are full of lies!

Chapter 126 Tundra Town

Following the militiamen on the hastily compacted dirt of the farm, Tallulah turned around one corner after another, intimidating all the cowering passers-by with her eyes, emphasizing the impression of the Ursus picket officer.

Soon, they turned a steep bend and followed a path filled with rooms, the sound of the soles of their shoes hitting the still dry mud in rhythm.

At the end of the path, there was insect repellent paint mixed with herbal juices that could be seen everywhere in a farm. It was painted in a dull color common in tundra. Tallulah smelled it with her amazing sense of smell and judged that the formula of insect repellent paint was also from tundra. The most common level.

The walls of the warehouse are made of logs stacked one on top of the other, using a unique block structure to ensure solidity. There are no windows. From the outside, you can only see an ordinary and gloomy appearance. It is easy to ignore its unique position in the building.

This warehouse stands alone on the land of the farm. The nearest house is no less than ten meters away. The ones closest to this warehouse are not other warehouses used to carry grain, but some windows facing some strange residents. housing.

Tallulah followed the militiamen with a haughty expression. When every villager who saw this fake picket on the road saw her condescending gaze, even the strongest hunter in the village looked away without daring to breathe.

Strangely, these powerful hunters are not

They didn't live on the outskirts of the village - they all lived near the destination the militiamen had led her to.

Miss Drake occasionally glanced at the hunter's cabin secretly from the corner of her vision, and saw one or two bright black spots on the dirty windows. She knew very well that these were observation holes specially wiped clean to observe the outside world - —The rest of the place is covered in dust, and you can’t see each other inside or out.

With the power from the black snake blessing her body, Tallulah's vision and intuition continued to improve, allowing her to see more profound things:

These hunters obviously did not dare to look at Tallulah, but when the militiamen took her closer to the ordinary and strange warehouse in front of them, the window observation opening of the hunter's cabin was occupied by them, and their eyes patrolling the prey were in the dark environment. There was a faint light shining in it.

When some of their gazes fell on Tallulah, they even caused a faint tingling on the surface of her skin - this proved that these people were holding weapons in their hands, observing her while pointing the edge of the weapons at her.

what happened?Is there anything strange about this warehouse?

Tallulah looked at it carefully again, but found that its decoration and color were ordinary. Apart from the weird location and the nervous surveillance of the hunters, it was difficult for Tallulah to find any other problems.

So... what's going on?

Miss Drake continued to observe. The door of this warehouse opened outwards, revealing a dark interior. Even if you just look in from the entrance, the darkness and coldness without a trace of light can make the onlookers feel uneasy.

Tallulah twisted her body uncomfortably - for some reason, it was an ordinary warehouse with no strange traces, but when she saw the darkness imprisoned inside, her instincts started to call the police frantically. There seemed to be particles that could not shine in the darkness. His eyes were hiding in the darkness and looking at the incoming guests sinisterly.

Her hair started to stand on end, and she even kept making assumptions in her mind about how to deal with being surrounded and ambushed, and how to use her appearance to make the militiamen in front of her contribute value - although it was insignificant, even a little bit had the ability to tip the balance in the balance of struggle.

The militiamen never looked back, and naturally they could not detect Tallulah's gloomy gaze, which was full of worries. When he opened the ajar door in front of the distinguished "Usas Picket Officer" to reveal the iron liner, Tallulah regained his composure. A cold expression.

——The great nobles of Ursus should not be friendly to a lowly mud-legged person in the tundra who has no food to eat. There are many similar narratives about the nobles of Ursus in the camouflage skills passed on by Kosiche to Tallulah.

Miss Drake's performance was so successful that when the militiamen looked back and saw her arrogant eyes, they bowed respectfully and lost their only chance to see her flaw:

Tallulah's pupils tightened, her lips pursed until they turned white, her eyes widened, and her body trembled as she looked at the dirty blood stains that could not be wiped off the iron liner of the barn door.

She opened her lips to speak, but no words came out.

At this time, Tallulah hated the traces of judgment obtained from Kosich's knowledge, because just through the traces, she could see the despair that was so thick that it could not be resolved:

The blood stains on the iron liner were densely packed, filling the entire iron door from the upper edge. I don’t know how long it had been held, but in Tallulah’s field of vision, all the blood stains were engraved on the iron door!

Each one was tried with all its strength, and every drop of blood was full of resentment. The sting caused by anger and despair made the blood marks as sharp as a knife, carving dense curses on the fine iron door.

Tallulah looked at the lower edge of the inner lining of the iron door, trembling all over at the misery written on it:

A layer of scratches, a layer of white powder - mixed with the blood and flesh, leaving deep marks. She seemed to see the shadow of a child, kicking the heavy iron door with tears. , begging the outside world for the hunters who are vigilantly monitoring this warehouse to let them out.

He was thin and young, and his bones were not yet formed and strong. He was driven by a force that exceeded the limit and hit the lower edge of the iron door over and over again.

That layer of white powder was not fine wall powder, nor was it smooth and lubricated. They were irregular in size and shape, and their broken stubble allowed Tallulah to read their identities.

——This is a miserable scene of broken flesh and blood and broken bones!

The bloodstains are deep and shallow, new and old, densely stacked and intertwined with each other. I don’t know how many people desperately and angrily slapped this thick door that could not be opened, and in the end they could only die.

How is this going? !How is this going? ! ! !

Tallulah felt as if the burning blood in her heart was rushing to her brain. Her temples were beating wildly due to the intense emotions, so that the blood pulsation, which was usually not very sharp, could be clearly heard in her ears!

Drake's iron-gray pupils elongated and sharpened, turning into sharp vertical pupils. She stared at the groveling militiamen who bent down and extended their hands to invite her to visit. Her anger was obviously getting stronger, but her voice became softer and softer:

"It seems that you have really prepared a nice gift. Tell me, what efforts have you made in order to obey His Majesty's request?"

Even if you can't see her face twisted with anger, maybe someone else thinks Tallulah is very satisfied!

Unfortunately, the militiamen are among those who cannot see Tallulah's face.

The hunter monitoring from the window of the hunter's cabin community could only see Drake's straight back and his right hand next to the sword at his waist, and could not find any clue that anything was wrong.

Chapter 127 Tundra Town

Iron sheets, nails, blood marks.

Cold, spiteful, crazy.

Ordinary people, warehouses, infected people.

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Tallulah dropped her hands on her waist as if she had lost all her strength, and stared blankly at the hell-like scene in front of her:

There was still a thick layer of iron sheet standing in the dim warehouse with no trace of light. The militiaman picked up the wooden handle of the spear in his hand and bumped it against the iron sheet. The thick texture was transmitted along the iron sheet, layer after layer of sound waves. In this prison disguised as a warehouse, you chase each other and it is chaotic, as if Tallulah was deliberately allowed to see the legacy engraved on the iron sheet.

There were more, deeper and denser bloody finger marks than those on the door.

They were scratched on the thick iron sheets by the prisoners day after day. The sound of the friction between flesh and blood was transmitted in this warehouse in a way that was far noisier than the wooden guns of the militiamen.

But no one listened to the cry of life. Those who had the ability to release them were hiding in a hunter's cabin not far away, armed with weapons and malice, not intending to let any survivor go.

The power of the black snake became more acute with her fluctuating mind. Tallulah looked around, only to find that the entire warehouse walls were covered with crazy bloodstains. The dense bloodstains were like vicious and unwilling eyes, pale and lifeless. Looking at the culprit of the tragedy through the last remaining traces.

This is by no means left by a group of people.

Tallulah's mind felt absurdly correct.

The blood stains have oxidized to black, and most of the minced meat has been cleaned, but the minced meat squeezed deep in the dents stubbornly remains in place like the residual resentment of the fool imprisoned in this warehouse.

Between the freshly oxidized black bloodstains, there is mud-like brown meat. They have stayed in the bloodstains for a long, long time, so long that the minced meat has withered into dust, so long that hatred has turned into residual flocculation, so long that... they There are also uneven layers in between, like powder paint applied over and over again.

Drake couldn't help but try to profile the deceased who left bloodstains, guessing what kind of heinous crime would lead to such a harsh punishment - imprisonment in the dark, airtight seal without light, starvation without food, And even if he escapes, he will face the dilemma of being shot by a hunter - what kind of unspeakable crimes must he commit to face such a result that is worse than death?

What is the identity of this farm that has imprisoned so many heinous people for such a long time that every hunter’s cabin has a surveillance room with an observation window facing the warehouse?

Tallulah wanted to know.

So she pinched her throat and ordered to the militiamen: "I read the desperate wailings. The most evil people must have been imprisoned here. Are you working hard?"

"Of course!" The militiaman bowed to Drake obsequiously, his words full of praise and enthusiasm:

"We resolutely implemented Ursus' regulations and did not let any infected person go! They were all lured to the warehouse and imprisoned by us, nipping any signs of danger in the bud, sir!"

"..."

Tallulah was speechless for a moment. She stared blankly at the blood stains repeated over and over again on the iron wall. They seemed to have turned into wailing ghosts, and their skeletal faces were full of resentment and resentment as they approached death.

This blood mark is very short and shallow. It was made by a child who polished it with his hands thousands of times.

On top of his bloodstains, there are dozens and hundreds of fingerprints that are also filled with brown flesh. They are like guards, guarding the child, as if resisting the surrounding cracks that open and close like eyes.

One trace, one despair, hundreds of despairs hatch into hundreds of blood traces, and there are more than thousands of traces all over this warehouse?

Tallulah stumbled slightly while she was distracted. She lowered her forehead and saw countless blood stains on the compacted ground, recording the desperate blood, tears and decaying flesh and blood of many infected people sleeping in this warehouse. .

Drac's eyes were glowing, and the fierce scarlet replaced the pure gray that was upright and strong. She became more like Tartarus, but also less like Tartarus.

The squirming lips trembled for a long time, and Tallulah could not say a word. She was eroded by the memory of the black snake. She should have tried her best to keep a smile, use her last dignity to relax the vigilance of the militiamen, and then drain the value of this farm. Finally, let the flames engulf the worthless remains.

But she didn't. The misery and pain lingering in this darkness shocked Drake, and the malice surrounding the prison warehouse made her uncontrollably furious. At this moment, Drake finally realized that the world was not as she thought. Beautiful, Koscich's narrative finally describes this land more appropriately than hers.

The infected person injured Alina, and the fawn's bloodstains still remain in the ice and snow, sleeping in the mud mixed with ice and soil.

But ordinary Ursans are even more vicious - how dare they? ! !

"You...you don't have enough food, so you killed so many infected people?"

The red dragon asked the militiamen in an erratic voice. In the eyes of the militiamen, she seemed to get some satisfaction from this room where infected people were easily executed, and she narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.

"No, no! Sir, we definitely have enough food! You can go to the village chief to rest now! He has specially prepared a banquet for you!"

The militiamen immediately took advantage of the opportunity to show their courtesy.

"...Do you have enough food? What about these infected people..."

"Them! Haha! Sir, they want to borrow food from the village

, but you know that even if there is food, it will not be given to these cockroaches!We will take the opportunity to bring them here and close the door while they are asleep..."

"Oh? So they are just here to borrow food? What about the infected people who want to come to grab food?"

"This... Well, sir, can you be accommodating and let the infected people who died here take the quota of those people?"

The militiamen begged Tallulah with mournful faces:

"You, you must have noticed that our village does not have enough weapons and there are not many people. Those infected people who are robbing food will not die! How dare we fight with them!"

"These people are still vigilant and will kill people at the slightest sign of trouble. It is impossible for us to waste time with them, so we just give them food and let them go."

"...What about these people? Have they ever robbed food? Have they...did anything to intimidate you?"

"Well, that's not true, but who asked them to come? These people get food in the village, and those who don't care about their lives have to follow them to fight the autumn wind? For the sake of the village, we can only let these people suffer..."

!!!

you! ! !you! ! !

Tallulah's eyes were spinning. She weakly focused her gaze on the bloodstains on the iron plate in front of her. In her eyes, they turned into the Kosich who spit out dirty reasons in the dark. This man had been with her since childhood. The argument that seemed to never end rang in her ears again.

[Tallulah, this land cannot tolerate kindness. Everyone is coerced by evil. In the end, driven by hunger and malice, every snowflake is filled with sin. 】

【bona fide?What do you think of it?A life-saver?Infected person?Ordinary people?There is no difference, Tallulah, there is no difference. Evil knows no race or character. No one can escape the gifts of this earth. 】

……

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! ! ! !

The militiaman who received no response raised his head in confusion. What awaited him was not the appreciation of the picket officer, but a bright red flame!

Without a trace of resistance, the head was completely charred black, the skin was ignited, the bones were broken, and the strong temperature destroyed all the residue. Only a few fragments fell to the ground, accompanying the rotten soil stained by these culprits.

Talulah stared blankly at the bright red earth - the firelight illuminated the entire warehouse, and she finally saw a deeper evil.

The soil here is not soil, this is a tomb that has been compacted hard!

The white bone stubble is raised on the ground, and traces of desperate blood are painted into mottled murals. Malice and despair dance in the painting. The process of death turns into a long torture, and finally solidifies into dim paint.

Snapped--

A drop of water fell on the dried blood.

The coldness on her cheeks reminded her that this was the trail of tears.

why why why why why? ! ! !

How could it happen? How could it happen? How could it happen? ! ! !

Drake let out a shrill scream, and the bursting flames were fully activated, and the bright red fireworks smashed open the entire iron house!

The hunter in the hunter's cabin raised his weapon, but was horrified to find that the entire street was set on fire!