Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

Chatroom 339.

[Operator 339: I have an order for you. [Task details. Document]

Night Crow: We?

Operator 339: This is also the first mission of the God of Death in the organization. You will lead him.

Night Crow: How will the reward be divided?

Operator 339: According to the rule of old leading new, deduct the part of the organization, 70% and 30%.

Night Crow: [ok. Expression]

Death: [ok. Expression]

Night Crow: You don’t have to learn from me.

Death: OK.

Night Crow: By the way, I remember that the code name "Death" had a master before?

Operator 339: Now the code name "Death" belongs to Talos.

Night Crow: Oh? 】

Operator 339's avatar darkened.

...

Night Crow pouted in boredom and opened the document to read it carefully.

After a while, according to his perception, Night Crow went downstairs to the kitchen and was shocked to find that Talos was baking cookies... in the shape of a heart.

"Uh, what are you doing..." Night Crow hesitated.

"Baking cookies." Talos said.

"... So why are you baking cookies all of a sudden?" Night Crow asked blankly.

"Delicious." Talos said, paused, and added, "My neighbor taught me how to make it and gave me some ingredients."

"..." Night Crow was silent.

Almost without hesitation, Night Crow continued, "Keep baking, and remember to call me to taste it when you're done."

--Anyway, the mission deadline is half a month, so it doesn't matter.

"Okay." Talos was frugal with words.

...

To be fair, the little heart cookies baked by Talos were very delicious.

Having tasted the sweetness, Night Crow pushed all the housework to Talos in a particularly contemptuous manner, saying that he was responsible for paying for living expenses and Talos was responsible for labor, which made the elegant young man next door shake his head again and again.

…

In the magnificent hall, men and women wearing gorgeous half-face masks were whispering or dancing.

This was a luxury cruise ship on the move. Thanks to Talos's convenient ability "passerby", Night Crow was able to easily get on the ship.

Before, when doing the identity, according to the request of operator 339, Night Crow took Talos to do a physical examination, and also found out the true face of his ability.

The ability "passerby" can minimize its own sense of existence, so that it can be subconsciously ignored by others, even through monitoring equipment and the Internet; the side effect is that even when the ability is not activated, its own sense of existence is extremely weak.

Talos's ability is still relatively weak, and can only cover himself and things that are in direct contact with him and are not larger than him. For this reason, Night Crow had to hold hands with Talos throughout the whole process...

Suddenly, Night Crow saw something, his eyes lit up, and he lifted the hem of his troublesome evening dress with one hand, dragging Talos, who was dressed in a decent suit, and walked forward quickly.

That was a plate of fresh and tender lobsters just brought by the waiter.

"Try this!" Night Crow excitedly picked up the silver-plated fork, forked a piece of white and tender lobster meat on the spot and fed it to Talos' mouth, whispering, "This must be delicious."

Talos obediently opened his mouth and bit off the lobster meat, chewing slowly and tasting it.

After a moment, he nodded gently: "It's delicious, and it can be reproduced."

"Yeah!" Night Crow cheered in a low voice, and his bright eyes continued to search for the next prey like a hawk.

——After buying a house, Night Crow's funds were tight again, and he even had to take on a mortgage in another sense. Such a luxurious dinner should be cherished.

…

The host finally arrived halfway through the masked dinner.

Mixing in the crowd of guests in a low-key manner, Night Crow whispered: "It's not easy... This person is a physical enhancement system psychic... Although your passerby psychic ability is useful, if you do it too much, you will still be discovered..."

"How do you know that he is a physical enhancement system?" Talos asked humbly.

Night Crow opened his mouth as a matter of course: "Of course - divination."

"..." Talos was silent for a moment, then said, "I can come here in my original form to kill him."

"I can come here in my original form too." Night Crow objected, "That would be very boring."

Talos thought for a few seconds and nodded in agreement.

"Then what should we do?" Talos asked curiously.

Night Crow thought for a moment and said, "I've brought some 'equipment' that's easy to carry... Let's blow up the ship."

"......?" Talos was confused.

Night Crow said, "These are people in the profit chain of selling flour. They are not innocent. Let's blow up the ship and see if that guy is dead. If he's not dead, we'll shoot him again."

"But if the ship sinks, we have to sink too." Talos told the truth.

"It's okay. I have the ice contract mark. If necessary,We can make floating ice when we want to… It’s late November now, and making and maintaining floating ice doesn’t consume much energy. “Night Crow said briskly, “Besides, a cruise ship like this is equipped with many lifeboats, and we have to secretly destroy all of them, leaving only one.”

Talos thought about it and nodded.

“Then let’s withdraw.” Night Crow said, holding Talos’ hand, and quietly left the banquet hall like a young couple trying to find a quiet place to be alone.

…

Watching Night Crow change clothes throughout the whole process, hiding items including but not limited to pistols, magazines, micro-bombs, medicine bottles, syringes, daggers, blades, steel needles, alloy wires, alloy ropes, etc. on his body, Talos was shocked.

“This is the wonderful wisdom developed by humans to kill their own kind. As the ‘God of Death’, you have to learn it well. "Night Crow said seriously to Talos, who had a cute expression on his face.

"..." Talos nodded subconsciously, looking like he had learned something, and didn't know that he had been led into a ditch.

Night Crow checked the suitcase with the sniper rifle again, picked it up, and said to Talos: "The rest in the other suitcase are remote-controlled bombs. I taught you how to use them before. Do you remember them?"

"Yes." Talos nodded.

"Pick it up, let's go." Night Crow took Talos' arm again, "Next, we hide from some people, install the bomb first, and then destroy the lifeboat, and then we can 'shoot the first bird to stick out'. "

...

The operation went smoothly.

After all, the Green Star Federation strictly controls the sale of flour, and the truly outstanding supernatural beings disdain it.

Under the cover of night, a small boat quietly landed on the sea and was soon left far behind by the moving cruise ship.

Seeing that the lights on the cruise ship had become dim, Night Crow handed a remote control to Talos and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Come on, our Mr. Death, the time for harvest has come."

After spending so many days together, Talos has become more accustomed to Night Crow's occasional or eccentric remarks, and calmly took the remote control and pressed it calmly.