Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

The small and short sound was very clear at this time, it seemed that the outside visitors were also afraid of waking up the people in the room, the black filament did not move immediately, it lifted its body like a snake, as if observing.

Three minutes later, the window was carefully opened from the outside, and a black figure entered the room swiftly.

He opened the curtains, and under the not-so-bright moonlight, the face of the visitor was revealed.

His whole body was wrapped in black silk threads, his true face and even his gender could not be seen.

Just judging from the flatness on the chest, I dare to guess that it is more likely to be a man.

Yamon watched the man look around first, then tiptoe to the window.

The expressions of Zoya and Victoria in their sleep were peaceful, and they even had a faint smile, as if they were having a sweet dream.

Well, just bid farewell to this world in a dream.

The black silk threads on his body extended one after another, as long as they were pierced into each other's body, they could completely drain the vitality of the two of them, and no one could find out the real cause of their death.

Recently, a death order was issued from above. He hasn't had a full meal for a long time, and the gifts on his body have been restless recently.

He directed those black silk threads, stretching forward.

Suddenly, he caught a silvery-white silk thread mixed in at some point in the black silk thread. It would not be the reflection of the moonlight outside the window, because the surface of these black silk threads can gather all the light.

Suddenly there was a bad premonition in my heart.

He turned his head, and the window behind him had closed by itself at some point, but what was more terrifying was not this.

The space behind him is covered by strands of silvery white silk threads. Those silvery white threads either hang down naturally or interweave into a net. When searching along the source of the threads, the intruder suddenly realizes that the source of those threads points to the top of his head.

He stiffened his neck and raised his head little by little...

......

In the underground space of the Alexis family, an elder who was praying to the pool of blood and sharing the killer's vision suddenly fell to the ground and trembled, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

He covered his eyes, and even dug his fingers inward, as if he saw something incomprehensible or extremely terrifying, and his whole body was greatly shocked.

Soon, blood overflowed from his eyes, nose, nose, and ear holes, and soon a small puddle formed where he was lying and struggling, and the color was darker.

Such a sudden situation was not expected by anyone.

The family members who were waiting for the result of the assassination gathered around one after another, some checked the situation, and some frowned and questioned.

However, no matter how they asked questions, the elder who was in charge of contact was still unable to say anything. His teeth were chattering because of trembling, and uncontrollable mutations began to occur on his body.

His entire lower body gradually melted into a pool of viscous and wriggling liquid, like a mixture of blood and internal organs. The black robe covered part of the pool of flesh and blood, stretching and shrinking like breathing.

"Purify it, I'm already crazy." The high-ranking elder gave a verdict.

The people present were all experienced people who had seen all kinds of cruel living sacrifices, and soon some people approached to prepare for purification.

When they approached less than half a meter and were about to kill their compatriots, the head they were aiming at exploded before they even made a move.

Then there were endless silvery white threads, rushing out from the blasted head and neck like a tide.

The two nearest people were sucked into the silvery white wave in an instant, submerging their figures.

The cultists in a basement fled in all directions.

The screaming and screaming didn't last long, and the basement became quiet again.

The silver-white silk thread that came from nowhere disappeared as completely as it came, leaving only the broken limbs of the men in black robes who fell to the ground in disorder.

Yes, the people present were short of arms and legs, and after Yamon ate the body of the Lord of Dreamland who lived on them and replaced part of the original body tissue, there were not many original goods left.

There are not many people who only replaced one arm like Ivan at the beginning. As the pollution deepens, the divine body will gradually eat away and replace other parts, and finally completely assimilate the new body. ap.

In short, even if Yamon only ate the body of the gods, after she finished eating, most of what was left would be just a shell. With the loss of vital organs and excessive blood loss, almost no one could survive.

almost.

A person missing a leg was lying on the ground, moving towards the door a little bit.

There was intense resentment in his eyes.

Then, the door a few steps away from him was kicked open.

"Open the door and check the water meter!"

A group of tall and burly soldiers broke through the door with their guns in hand.

The survivor's expression froze on his face.

Chapter 186

In his past life, he had many embarrassing moments. ap.

But there had never been an embarrassment that had caused him pain and despair like this.

He originally wanted to leave here to hide his strength and bide his time, find an opportunity to find out the truth of this mutation, and finally consider matters related to revenge.

However, these ideas that have not yet been put into practice have encountered obstacles at the first step.

The surviving cultist raised his head and heard a crackling sound. The soldiers kicking the door were tense, and dozens of guns were aimed at his head.

Even if his right leg is still there, he can still use the power bestowed by the Lord of Dreamland, and it is quite difficult to deal with so many soldiers with live ammunition at the same time.

Looking at the black hole, aimed at his cold muzzle, the smell of gunpowder remaining on it lingered at the tip of his nose.

The times have changed, and he has a deeper understanding of the words that the group of emerging wealthy businessmen in the parliament often talk about.

So, the cultist lying on the ground pressed his face to the ground, struggling to lift his arms up.

This is a standard surrender position.

"Don't get excited, I'll explain everything." He smiled flatteringly.

Several soldiers looked at each other.

Almost immediately, the cultist was held down by four or five people and dragged aside.

At this time, the leader of the team quickly got out of the crowd, staring at the heretics who seemed to have experienced a fierce fight on the ground, frowning so much that they could kill flies.

His eyes slowly wandered up and down in this huge basement, looking at the blood splattered everywhere and the human remains randomly spread on the ground, all kinds of smells called friends to drill into the nostrils, fresh and stale, strong to disgusting.

"It seems that we are one step too late. There seems to be conflicts among them, and many people have died in internal fighting."

This is a preliminary guess.

Although their goal from the beginning was to destroy the cult's dens, it was not easy to achieve it in this way.

At least having them come to the scene will look a lot better, so that they won't look like they have been baptized by a meat grinder like what they see now.

......

Tavernaer looked away, it seemed that Yamon didn't need her help.

Arranging Yamon and Victoria to go to Zoya's room together is a double insurance. If Yamon is transferred from the mountain, she can directly use the [door door] to help.

But now it seems that Yamon alone is enough.It is true that some underestimate the enemy over there.

But it's normal, after all, Yameng's existence is not known to everyone, and her particularity is a secret that only a few people agree on. Those nobles are not so capable of obtaining this level of information.

It's just that the scene in the room is too weird.

After Yamon wrapped her hair around the other party, those silver-white hairs seemed to form a cocoon, and ordinary people couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, but Tavernall could.

She saw those black filaments melted into liquid under the influence. At first she tried to resist, but was finally absorbed and contained by the silver-white hair. In the end, the original black silk threads had been mixed with Ya Yameng's hair, regardless of each other.

When the strands of hair spread out again, revealing the person in the cocoon, the other person was no longer breathing.

Although a large piece of skin has peeled off, revealing the red flesh inside, it can still be seen from the physical signs that this is a woman.

Unfortunately, he was no longer breathing.

After the gift of the Lord of Dreamland was taken away, there was no energy to support this body's movements.

"I know her, a sister who was promoted in the side line. I remember that she often played with us when I was a child. What's more, she likes to wear red clothes very much."

Zoya has already got up, standing beside the corpse, her eyes drawn away.

"But her current clothes are black." Yamen started to argue with a full meal and no emotional intelligence.

"So it was when I was a child." Zoya shrugged with a smile, "As for her now, maybe the Lord of Dreamland likes black."

.....

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Let the soldiers who have passed the psychological quality clean up the scene, and the leader walks to the stairway outside.

Taking a breath of clean air, he turned his gaze to the only surviving target.

Emergency treatment had been done on the broken leg, and the young cultist who had lost a lot of blood leaned against the wall, sweating coldly, his face pale.

The team leader walked in front of this person, with a distance of about one meter, and said in a cold voice, "What happened inside?"

"You may not believe it when you say it."

click, bang—

The bullet hit only a few centimeters from the crotch of the cultist, and the smell of gunpowder in the air then diffused.

Swallowing his saliva, the cultist almost cried and told what happened to a group of people including himself in the basement.

After he finished speaking, the team leader put the muzzle of the gun on the face of the young cultist, seeing the way the other party closed his eyes and pressed against the wall behind him trembling uncontrollably, the team leader's eyes were cold.

"Do you think I'll believe that?"

"I, I really don't need to lie to you, I'm the only one alive, and they're all dead!"

"You know it too. You are the only one alive. No matter how you say it, no one will jump out to refute it."

The young cultist only felt anxious and angry. He obviously meant that no one in his family would retaliate against him afterwards, so he didn't need to lie. How could he be more suspicious!

"Heh, it's as stubborn as a stone on a snowy mountain. It doesn't matter. Anyway, there will be ways to pry your mouth open later." The team leader put away his gun and walked back, continuing to direct the on-site investigation.

The silver-white thread that suddenly appeared attacked everyone. What a joke, but there was not a single hair found at the scene. If it is really like what the cultist said, there should be some traces.

Although I don't really want to write this in the report, so as not to be scolded by the superiors for being whimsical, but the cultist must still submit it as a witness, who knows what nonsense he will talk to the superiors.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is better to write it truthfully.

On the train running at night, Tavernal sent a briefing to Winterfell with the help of the mobile signal tower on the train, asking for the result.

Soon, she received a reply from Pucciniera.

[The clearing of each area is complete, and the number of casualties is being counted. ]

Throwing the paper into the small wind tornado condensed in the palm of his hand and crushing it into powder, Tavernaar returned to the carriage he was in.

She stopped paying attention to this matter and began to read the magazines she bought at the station.

Chapter 187 The big family of a toy company

Two days was a nightmare for those who were kicked to check the water meter in the middle of the night, but for Tavernal, the journey was quite comfortable.

Being away from troublesome work, her mental state has improved many times.

It's just that the food provided on the train is a bit simple, but fortunately her journey is over.

Coming out of the train station, it was already noon, and there was still a short distance to the final destination.

Because there was no need to deceive others, Tavernall took off directly on the spot.

The people outside the station who originally wanted to ask if they wanted to take a ride just watched her disappear.

No way, a great Fengshen said that flying is faster than running, and being able to fly can directly save you from various travel troubles in many cases.

Proceeding in a straight line in the sky, ignoring the terrain, Tavenal completed the four-hour journey in just over ten minutes, and appeared in front of Dadalia's home house, which he had visited once before.

Bang bang bang, she clenched her fist and stepped forward to knock on the door politely, then took a step back and waited patiently.

"Who is it?" The words with a long tail came from the house, and the sound of going downstairs came from the house, and there were more than one footsteps.

Not long after, Dadalia's mother came out wearing an apron, followed by Tok.

Toke poked his head out from behind his mother curiously, looked at the figure at the door, and was the first to exclaim: "Sister Tavi! You are finally here!"

"It's been a long time since I've been here. Come in and sit down. Are you here to find Ajax? That kid has been away for half a year. He just sent a letter a while ago saying that he ran to Sumeru. I came back, but now I don’t see anyone..."

Dadalia's mother enthusiastically pulled Tavernaer into the house, and soon, everyone in the family ran out of their respective rooms following the sound. the cold.

Tavernal scattered the gifts he brought one by one, and even Dadalia's brothers and sisters who hadn't met before because they were away from home because of something, also received the gifts they wanted.