The faded person who shuttles between the everyday and the extraordinary

The girl who stood beside him like a doll subconsciously looked at the figure lying on the ground, only to find that the owner of the red arm had a strange and shriveled posture.

And for some reason, the arm was broken, but it didn't make a sound or even move.

"Is there really someone stupid enough to stay in a cell for the rest of his life, and was he subjected to some strange experiment?" An Yan knelt down and observed carefully, and poked the man's head with a crowbar, only to find that the man was the same as It was as if there were no bones, and his head collapsed directly, making his scalp numb inexplicably: "...Was it that he was taken for an experiment and then given some strange medicine?"

"already dead."

"Well, you go first. I'll say a requiem prayer for them here."

"...Pray?" This word created a whirlpool in Rachel's heart, causing her to unconsciously turn her head to look at him. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but then she thought of something, and her expression changed again. He lowered his head gloomily and said no more words.

An Yan understood what she was thinking, reached out and stroked her beautiful blond hair, and softly comforted: "Don't worry, no matter what crime you committed, I will forgive you and pray for you."

"?!" The girl's stagnant eyes suddenly became rippled at this moment.

She instinctively opened her eyes wide, and her heartbeat, which she had never felt, started to jump violently at this moment. Her eyes were mixed with sadness, and she could not move away from the man in front of her, and she trembled and made a weak voice:

"Really...is it okay? Do people like me really deserve to be forgiven?"

"You helped me as soon as we met, didn't you? So, no matter what others think, I will forgive you."

Touched emotions surged up unconsciously, and the girl's dim eyes suddenly gained a hint of color at this moment, making her stare blankly into An Yan's eyes: "....Mr. An Yan...."

"What's wrong?" An Yan's voice was calm and natural.

"you....."

"Yeah." He nodded slightly, waiting for Rachel's words.

Rachel didn't know what it meant by what happened in the past, but this incident made her feel a sense of guilt that could not be redeemed.

But now she discovered that redemption did not seem so illusory.

"Are you really willing..." The girl looked like she was about to burst into tears. She hesitated for a long time before speaking out her worries: "...will you help me?"

"If you are willing, please be sure to leave it to me." He smiled and nodded happily, and extended his hand to her: "This is also an appointment, isn't it?"

"yes....!"

The girl's voice was small, but she held his hand tightly, as if this was her ladder to salvation.

....................

Looking at Rachel's back leaving with a brisk pace that was totally out of tune with her calm and thorough expression, An Yan couldn't help but wonder if her previous words were really appropriate for someone like herself to say them?

Because he stayed alone, not praying for the dead, but even thinking about turning other criminals into zombies.

The souls of the deceased have been absorbed by him, and there is no chance of going to heaven, let alone going to hell.

Chapter 10 Is it redemption? Is it judgment? Is it massacre? 2K

It was also when An Yan deceived the girl again with a little bit of effort, the sound of vomiting kept coming from the speakers above, making him feel that the originally good atmosphere suddenly turned bad.

But he was too lazy to pay attention. He just glanced in the direction of the surveillance camera with disgust, and then looked at the other cells after Rachel left.

Those who voluntarily were imprisoned had many surprises.

When I picked up the flashlight and took a look, I saw that almost all of them were no different from zombies. Their skin was shriveled and red, and they couldn't look human. They couldn't speak and could only make strange moans.

"By the way~ You seem to call yourself an angel, and you want to judge sinners?" Casey's malicious voice suddenly came from the speaker above.

"....What do you want to do?"

"In my prison, some of the criminals imprisoned are real sinners, and some are just cowardly and pitiful sacrifices. Now~ I want to see how you, the fake, plan to save them and how to convict them~! Hahahahaha !! Let’s start! The happy party has begun!!”

With crazy, high-pitched female laughter that echoed throughout the surroundings, the cell doors opened in unison.

The prisoners, who were staggering when walking and looked and behaved exactly like the legendary zombies, walked out of the cells one by one, and after looking around, they all looked at him.

Casey didn't even need an order, and the prisoners rushed towards him with their mouths wide open, whimpering and growling.

"Wooooow...!"

"——Wow~~!!"

"?!"

The sight of an incoming zombie caused cold sweat to break out on his skin, causing him to raise the crowbar in his hand without even thinking about it.

The moment the leading prisoner rushed to him, staring at the twisted face, he couldn't tell whether he was a real sinner or an innocent sacrifice.

But in fact... he had sent Rachel away just because he wanted to kill some prisoners to obtain their souls, thereby increasing his chances of escaping from this place.

After all, the opponent controls a lot of firearms and has been hiding behind the scenes. It is much more difficult to deal with than the previous weak-minded guys. Increasing the amount of souls can increase the probability of successfully leaving this ghost place.

It's just that he doesn't want to kill innocent people, so he starts to hesitate when it comes to actual implementation. Previously, he only looked at it through the fence, but now... the reality doesn't allow him to think too much.

- Bang! !

The moment the opponent was about to knock him down, he instinctively swung the crowbar with all his strength, causing the prisoner's head to explode like a watermelon, and his brains even splashed all over his face.

It wasn't that he was so strong that he could easily blow someone's head off with a crowbar, it was simply because this man's head was as fragile as a plastic model like the previous prisoners.

But he didn't even have time to feel sick, and he didn't even have time to worry that he might have killed innocent poor people, or that he might automatically help them escape. The prisoners around him seemed to be angered, and rushed towards him with bursts of whimpering. .

This forced him to calm down, clenched the only weapon in his hand, and stared at the twisted faces.

The next moment, the "corpses" swarmed up and were about to knock him down to eat. However, he suddenly rushed out and before the leading prisoner could react, he swung with all his strength at lightning speed. The crowbar in his hand struck the prisoner on the neck with a sound of breaking wind.

Snapped! !

The prisoner's sickly neck immediately fell apart.

"Everyone - go to hell!!" Amidst the body fragments and viscous and deteriorated blood that filled the sky, he completely gave up thinking and compassion, as if he had become a different person, and used the crowbar to cut through the thorns and wave the prisoners at will. In the blink of an eye, blood flew everywhere.

Even before they could react, their limbs had been dismantled.

...................

Although he was fighting alone, Coco's rigorous study during this year, coupled with the talent bonus of the Faded One, allowed him to defeat all the top fighting teachers.

Therefore, even at this moment, they were seriously injured, but they could use the skills they had learned without reservation. Under the merciless offensive, not long after, the prisoners were collectively lying on the ground, but their hands and feet were scattered everywhere. land.

When his heartbeat calmed down and he looked back, he saw that the only prisoner who was not dead was just twitching instinctively. Blood spurted out from the wound, but he soon lost his voice.

"...What the hell is this..." An Yan, who was covered in blood, gasped, touched the abnormal blood on his face, sighed for a long time, and then turned his head. I plan to leave here.

No matter what the outcome was, the more than 20 prisoners were now reduced to speechless miserable figures, and the air was filled with a suffocating, rich smell of blood.

"The speed of your attack is more decisive than I thought~ You really did deliberately push away Rachel just now, just to kill these poor sinners, right? It is indeed the witch's companion...the devil pretending to be an angel~" After all the dust settled, a condescending and happy mocking voice came from the speaker above: "You say we are companions, but in reality you can only talk about promises and oaths~"

"...What do you mean?" An Yan, who had just stepped on the pool of blood, suddenly stopped and looked up at the surveillance camera above.

"Have you admitted it? Your crime, your... attempt to kill these prisoners serving their sentences."

"You should have a lot of prison uniforms here. Give me a new one."

"If you admit it honestly, I can give it to you specially~"

"Then I admit it."

"Ah ha ha ha! It's true! Even if I don't let them out, you will still find a way to kill them~ I saw it at the first sight, you are a great criminal~!"

"...It's okay no matter what." He did have such an idea, so he didn't intend to make any excuses.

"Okay! I like you very much~! You seem to be ready to be condemned! Now go purify this sinful body! Then welcome my judgment!"

Casey said enthusiastically, just looking at An Yan covered in blood on the monitor screen made her feel more excited and happy.

Accompanied by the high-spirited female voice, he was led to a room as big as a phone booth, which looked like a transparent shower room.

Not long after he walked in and closed the door, a warning sound of "start disinfection" came from inside. Then he took off his clothes, and a large amount of alcohol was sprinkled on the ceiling above like a heavy rain.

Facing all this, he just closed his eyes, raised his face and silently accepted this special baptism.

The disinfection lasted for a full three minutes. The smell of blood and all the smells on the body were eliminated, leaving only the complete smell of alcohol. The door of the disinfection room was reopened.

Then the cabinet next to it opened automatically, revealing brand new prison uniforms originally prepared for the prisoners.

Chapter 11 I will never let you die 3K

After putting on a brand new prison uniform, An Yan quickly left the prison area and soon saw the blond girl standing in a daze by the wall.

Rachel, who had been standing outside in a daze, subconsciously heard the footsteps, and then seemed puzzled that he smelled of alcohol for some reason and suddenly changed into prison clothes. She stared at him intently, and then tilted her head slightly for a long time. : "....What did you do?"

"....Just disinfect and sterilize a little, don't worry about it."

"Really?" Rachel nodded slightly, but she really didn't care about this anymore.

But for some reason, his eyes didn't move away from his face for a moment, which made him feel a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face that I haven't washed off?"

"It's not a hygiene problem...it's just a little different, like you're tired?"

"...Probably a little. If I want to take a rest again, you should also sleep for a while. Who knows what trouble may come later. I will help you guard this time."

Facing the girl's uncertain words, his expression froze slightly, but he just let out a breath and sat down against the wall in a blind corner of the surveillance camera, carefully avoiding the wound on his left back.

Rachel didn't know what she was thinking, so she nodded slightly without asking anything, then sat aside and closed her eyes.

An Yan looked at the ceiling above her head, wanting to say something to Rachel to ease the strange mood caused by the previous killing, but when she turned around, she found that she had already fallen asleep.

"...Maybe you're tired from this journey? But speaking of which, how long has it been since we met?"

He stared at the girl's long eyelashes and murmured. He really couldn't figure out what time it was and how long he had been staying in this ghost place.

The darkness of the underground made his sense of time confusing.

But soon he thought about the group of people he had killed before, and the people he had killed one after another in less than a day.

He had no regrets. Rather than regretting, he was more worried about why he had no choice.

Also, he clearly understands that these things may become routine in the future.

"Life is really fragile..." Although he had harvested a wave of souls, he didn't know whether he should be happy or not. He just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling in confusion, then slowly closed his eyes and tried hard. According to Lani, feeling the power surging deep within your heart... to be precise, it should be the absorbed soul.

The direction of strengthening is mainly divided into two categories: spiritual and physical. The physical body is easy to understand, and the spiritual aspect is also very simple, which is the magic aspect.

Now that the opponent may have weapons, he has only obtained the souls of 27 people in total. Strengthening the body to the extent that he can carry bullets hard, or use a crowbar to blow away bullets is a fantasy. Then... unexpected magic is the only hope. .

In this way, the choice is clear - he directly uses all his soul to strengthen his own spirit, enrich and strengthen his spiritual power.

A long time passed like this, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt refreshed as never before.

The magic power has increased by about one-third, and I can use the Kaliya Swift Sword three times at a time. It seems that I can barely use it if I squeeze out the Thunder Strike Slash with all my strength.

This discovery also made him a little dumbfounded. There were just 27 ordinary people. What would happen if the number increased ten times or a hundred times, or if there were powerful people?

"But generally shortcuts come with a price. Is this price...conscience or human nature?"

He muttered, but for the time being he didn't think much about it. He closed his eyes again and prepared to rest for a while.

But before he even closed his eyes, he noticed that the face of the girl next to him was unusually close.

Probably because he was too sleepy and lost his balance, he leaned on his shoulder at an angle. He turned his head and saw that the tempting pink lips were so close, as if he could kiss her even if he got closer.

This made him sober up immediately. After thinking about it for a while, he didn't say anything. He just played with a strand of the girl's hair hanging on the back of his hand and sighed in his heart that Rachel was lucky.

After all, not everyone can hold back when faced with such a defenseless beautiful girl. They will definitely want to do something, right?

Of course, what annoyed him the most was that he didn’t have his cell phone with him, so he couldn’t take pictures.

.......................

About an hour and a half passed before Rachel opened her eyes in a daze.

When she noticed her current actions, she just pursed her lips in slight surprise and immediately stood up.

This made An Yan really confused as to what she was thinking. After all, normally at this time, they should exchange a few words, right?

With no choice, he could only stand up, pat his butt and lead the way, taking her to the new room.

The new room was still weird. For some reason, there was a doll house. An Yan took a crowbar and knocked it casually a few times, then looked up and said, "You still like dolls?"

"No~ This is for Zach... the scythe killer you met. I didn't expect him to die so quickly. To be honest, I'm a little regretful~ But I happen to have a very good friendship. Game~! You each choose a door and go in!"

With that inexplicable meaning, Casey took the initiative to open the two doors leading to the next room for them.

"...What is this psychotic sadist expecting?" An Yan had a somewhat bad premonition in her heart, and Rachel nodded gently: "It's better to be careful."

But just as he was passing by, Rachel saw a piece of paper lying next to it. On it was a series of equations involving multiple unknowns, and she paused for a moment unconsciously.

"What's wrong? You don't want to sit down and slowly solve the problem, do you?"

"It's okay, I've already calculated it, L=27, W=12, P=266." He just glanced at it, closed his eyes slightly and thought about it for about two seconds, and then continued walking in front without caring. Give answers to questions casually.