I, Hikigu, are contained by the evil god

"..."

Bi Qigu turned his head and looked around, at the corpses on the street, at those men in black robes covered in blood.

"Hiss... Huh..." He couldn't help breathing fast, so he quickly adjusted his breathing.

Hikigu really didn't want the conjecture in his heart to come true, but he still couldn't help guessing and doubting:

... Are these people in black robes really all shoe cultists?

What if it's actually a detective?

……

Chapter 110 Three Creepy Living Dead (6k!)

"Patta" turned the pistol in the palm of his hand, trying to adjust his mood, Bi Qigu's eyes were half-closed, and his calm eyes passed through the long night alley, looking at the iron gate that opened in the distance in a flash.

It seems inappropriate to say that it is ordinary, because around the iron gate, there are several corpses of men in black robes and a pool of blood, as well as some messy bloody footprints, and reddish-brown bloody handprints on the wall.

Hikigu knew that behind the opened iron gate was the stronghold of the guardian Zhenjiao headquarters.

Curling his lips, he took out a dagger from his pocket with his left hand and held it upside down in front of his chest, raised his gun with his right hand and pointed it straight ahead, with the knife left and the gun right, Bi Qigu moved forward step by step.

He was going to verify his conjecture, even if he was alone, even if thousands of troops might be ambushed ahead.

——It’s not that he doesn’t call people to come over and go together, but if there is a problem, he has already come to this street, and it is impossible not to be discovered.

Instead of sitting still, take the initiative.

... In the end, mere shoe cultists are nothing compared to the battles he has experienced in Bi Qigu.

Bi Qigu walked steadily and gradually, and when he was about to approach the iron gate,

Behind Biqigu, the black-robed man sitting in the corner quietly opened his black and white eyes, which shimmered in the darkness, and stared straight at Biqigu's cautiously advancing figure.

The man in black robe who was staggering, covered in blood and pale, stood up silently, staring straight at Bi Qigu's back with dull eyes.

He silently raised his hands and spread them out, palms facing Hikigu's back, there were invisible and chaotic ripples of terror brewing in his palms,

"boom!"

With a shot back, the roar of the gunshot resounded through the long street at night, and the enchanted bullet of M1911 viciously pierced the pale brow of the man in black.

Bi Qigu didn't turn his head back, pointing at the muzzle of the gun behind him and turned back, maintaining the posture of the left knife and right gun in front of his chest, and continued to move forward until he walked to the iron gate.

Hikigu looked at the dead body on the ground with his eyes, and after confirming that there were no shoe cultists disguised as dead people like before, he raised his head, stepped forward, and walked into the iron gate.

Inside the iron gate is an ordinary small yard, an ordinary garden, ordinary tables and chairs, an ordinary lawn and an ordinary barbecue grill, just like this iron gate, all shrouded in night.

The light from the street lights outside was very weak through this side.

...But the ordinary garden was either shrapnel or blood, the ordinary tables and chairs were overturned, the ordinary lawn lay dead bodies, and the ordinary barbecue grill was in a mess.

Bi Qigu thought that when he came in, he would be greeted by a lot of bullets from the Shoe Cultists, but now, there is still silence everywhere, without any movement.

There are no living Shoe Cultists, or Society agents.

...Could it be that I haven't gone deep enough, and ambushes are all inside?

Bi Qigu was expressionless, his eyes were still half-closed, his mental alert level was even raised to a higher level, and he continued to walk forward steadily.

Stepping past grim corpses, the messy ground shows that this place has experienced a fierce battle. There is a dim light in the half-closed door, and the gap in the door is too small to see what is inside. The door was eerily quiet.

After walking to the door and stopping for a few seconds, Hikigu took out a smoke bomb from his inner pocket with his dagger-holding hand.

"boom!"

Hikigu kicked the door open, the smoke bomb was thrown out, and the person rolled on the ground and slipped into the room.

The tumbling figure stopped at the corner, with his back leaning against the corner, and in the smoke bomb, Bi Qigu calmly and quickly glanced around with his gun.

. . . no sound at all, as outside the door, no live shoe cultists and no live agents.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

An extremely slight coughing sound came from the depths of the smoke, Bi Qigu raised his eyebrows, and opened his squinted eyes, revealing a serious light in them.

Finally met a living one!

Standing up, Bi Qigu walked carefully, walking quietly in the smoke, approaching step by step following the sound of coughing.

During this period, there were several corpses of men in black robes lying on the ground, as well as some disgusting scarlet minced meat, Bi Qigu stepped over carefully.

Finally approaching the source of the sound, Hikigaya saw a coughing man wearing a black windbreaker lying on the ground.

Bi Qigu's heart skipped a beat,

This man is an agent?

Hikigu did not rush to make a judgment, but observed calmly for a while, and waited for the smoke from the smoke bomb to gradually dissipate, Hikigu squatted down carefully, pointed the gun at the head of the windbreaker lying on the ground, and held the dagger in his hand. A few fingers in the depths picked up the black windbreaker of the man in the windbreaker, turned him over, and turned him face up.

The man in the windbreaker's face was sallow and messed up, like a dead man who had already died.

Unfamiliar faces, standard Iraqi faces, Bi Qigu didn't know... But Bi Qigu didn't know most of the people in the Iraqi Association, so he couldn't get a useful judgment based on his appearance.

Biqigu put his hand under the windbreaker man's nose, but before Biqigu could feel it carefully, when his hand touched the tip of his nose inadvertently, Biqigu's hand retracted like an electric shock!

wrong!

This man is so cold! And it's eerie ice!Anyway, it's not the temperature of a normal person!

--unusual!

Bi Qigu, who was squatting on the ground, retreated quickly, and put his hand holding the dagger on the ground. He quickly stood up and aimed his gun at the windbreaker's head from beginning to end.

At that moment, Hikigu wanted to shoot, but a certain inquiring psychology and weird intuition in his heart drove him to stay on guard instead of shooting in a hurry.

The air became dead silent, there was no movement in the whole room, only the sound of Bi Qigu's breathing rising and falling.

...and the occasional coughing of the man in the windbreaker.

However, "cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." The man in the windbreaker lay on the ground with his eyes closed tightly, his limbs were weak, he just coughed intermittently and did nothing.

He was like, just a coughing dead man, no harm, no threat, no problem.

The real thing of Biqigu made his hearing extremely sensitive, and he was sure that he just heard the man in the windbreaker coughing, and even heard the man in the windbreaker breathing.

But now, after the silence, Biqigu couldn't hear the sound of breathing.

Bi Qigu approached the man in the windbreaker carefully, squatted down slowly again, next to the man in the windbreaker, put his hand under the man's nose, and felt it for a while.

Hikigu stared sharply, and immediately pointed the muzzle of the gun at the head of the man in black, and the dagger was raised quickly, with the tip of the knife pointing down, ready to slide down at any time.

— This man is not breathing!Not breathing at all!

Like shit... Detectives are human too, panting as long as they live.If you don't breathe, you are dead, but how can a dead person cough from being choked by smoke bombs?How can you be coughed by smoke bombs without panting?

He seemed to have been alive just now, and he didn't die suddenly until Bi Qigu came... But it didn't look like that, because this person's body was too cold, it didn't look like he just died.

It's more like a fake corpse, or seeing a ghost, Bi Qigu can't help but feel creepy... Could it be that the detective's corpse has changed into a weird one?

This possibility does exist... But Bi Qigu's watch didn't light up, so it shouldn't be a corpse change.

That is the conspiracy of the Shoe Cultists... Is this corpse also a part of the Shoe Cultists' conspiracy?

"..."

Hikigu maintained that posture, squatting motionless on the spot, staring at the man in the windbreaker for half a minute.

Half a minute passed, nothing happened to the man in the windbreaker, nothing happened to the whole room, there was a dead silence, the dead silence was creepy.

It seems that Bi Qigu's previous guess had to be overturned.

——Even the speculation outside the door before bringing it here will be overturned.

Because the smoke bomb has declared Biqigu's arrival in a fair way, and Biqigu's action of aiming his gun at the man in the windbreaker is really convenient for other ambush Shoe Cultists to attack... If they don't do anything like this, it can only prove that "they" are not actually exist.

Bi Qigu needs new clues, and it seems to be there in front of him.

Hikigu looked at the man in the windbreaker in front of him, and half-closed his staring eyes again.

...In fact, it is very simple to prove the identity of the man in the windbreaker, all you need to do is take off his clothes.

... Just do what you say, Bi Qigu carefully peeled off the windbreaker man's windbreaker, and gently cut open his shirt inside with the dagger, revealing his sallow chest.

Hikigaya's fingertips touched the man's skin, and found that the skin and muscles were all cold and stiff, like a dead man.

He might really be a dead man... Hikigu thought.

Following the cut shirt, Hikigu peeled off the man's clothes to both sides, turned the man's body, and squinted his eyes to look carefully.

Biqigu was looking for tattoos on the man's body - everyone in the guardian's true religion had tattoos with the same pattern.

No tattoos.

……

……

Iraq, Baghdad, headquarters.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

The phone at the Iraq Association branch rang and Ahmed answered.

"Hi, Iraqi Association Branch, I'm Commander-in-Chief Ahmed."

A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Commander-in-chief! This is the action team of the headquarters of the Qing Suppression Guardian Zhenjiao. I am the interim liaison officer of the team, Agent Yili Yasi. Fortunately, the action team has fulfilled its mission and completed the task!"

"Oh? Mission accomplished? That's great!"

Hearing that the person on the other side of the phone was the focus of attention, Ahmed nodded happily, and asked casually, "Why so fast? Except for a few streets that are blocked, you should also remember to participate in the investigation of the whole city."

"Ah?" The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned, "Investigate? What investigation?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

The reaction on the other end of the phone was beyond Ahmed's expectations. Ahmed's expression changed immediately, and his answering voice immediately became serious.

... Years of detective experience told him that there seemed to be some misunderstanding, or rather, a problem.

"Haven't you already wiped out the remnants of the Guardian True Sect?"

Ahmed's speed has increased a lot.

"Ah? What sweeps away the remnants?"

The answer on the other end of the phone was even more astonishing. Ahmed's smug heart gradually sank, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"We haven't reached that link yet. In fact, we have just wiped out the main force of the Guardian True Sect."

Ahmed asked immediately: "Please explain the details carefully, and keep it short!"

Be careful and be quick and brief. This requirement is a bit overwhelming. However, Yili Yasi, who is opposite, has already heard that something is wrong in Ahmed's tone, so although he is puzzled why he still has such a reaction after winning the battle, he is still in a hurry to respond,

"We attacked the Guardians of the True Sect on time at five o'clock..."

"No!" But Ahmed immediately interrupted Yili Yasi, "Let the leader of your action team talk to me!"

"This," Elias was stunned for a second, and immediately realized, "Yes!"

Like passing a hot potato, Ilyas trotted all the way to the leader of the action team, and handed the phone to the leader.

"Team leader, the commander-in-chief asked you to talk."

Just finished the task, the exhausted but high-spirited group leader blinked his eyes. He didn't expect this to happen again. He thought it was a compliment, but seeing the appearance of the liaison officer Yili Yasi, it didn't seem to be the case.

The team leader who was full of confusion took the call... He is a high-level executive of the Iraqi Association, one of the few fourth-stage members of the Iraqi Association branch, and he had met Biqigu at the airport before.

"Commander, it's me, what's the matter?"

As soon as he took the phone, the team leader heard Ahmed ask, "You just finished the task of clearing the stronghold?"

The answer was crisp and clear: "Yes."

While answering, the team leader looked at his watch, which showed 5:50.

Although this time is not too early, it is already a full hundred minutes earlier than the expected plan, which is one hour, four and ten minutes... With such a record, why is there something wrong with the reaction on the other side.

talent?Just?What's the meaning?

The question from Ahmed's side arrived immediately:

"Tell me the details of your actions at once!"

"Yes!" No matter what questions they have in mind, Ahmed will answer them if they ask, and the team leader quickly organizes his words, "At five o'clock in the afternoon, we will launch an attack on the Guardian True Sect on time."