Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

Donahue couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at the bronze mirror lying quietly on the small square table.

The exquisitely crafted mirror was oval in shape, with a long diameter of about 30cm and a short diameter of about 20cm. It looked no different from before, except that the mirror was pitch black, as if connected to a bottomless abyss.

Donahue hesitated for a moment, took his mobile phone to the small square table, and asked tentatively: "What does 'garbage meat' mean in the boss's message?"

A human face suddenly appeared in the dark mirror, that person's face.

Donahue understood.

—— No wonder the boss asked him to bring a mirror with him when he went out...

...

Having been struggling at the bottom of society since he was a child, Donahue was no stranger to the gray area of ​​Inisel City, but what he was about to do was obviously beyond the scope of "gray".

Before this, Donahue had indeed planned countless times how to take revenge on those guys who mentally controlled Nicole to transfer uremia, and even made several plans.

Unfortunately, the plan is still just a plan for the time being. First, it is limited by its own weak power. Second, Tang Naxiu thought at that time that it was not a good idea to use the power of the firm to settle personal grudges...

Through the mirror to observe and confirm the past rules of action of that person, Tang Naxiu had an idea in his mind.

Picking up the mirror again, Tang Naxiu asked: "Mirror, mirror, where can I get anesthetic drugs easily?"

In the dark mirror surface of the mirror, the inconspicuous sign of the rumored firm emerged silently.

Tang Naxiu was stunned: "Is there in the firm?"

The picture in the mirror changed, showing an inclined bird's-eye view of the interior of the firm. After a few seconds, the picture shrank and locked on a cabinet behind the desk.

Then, the door of the cabinet was made transparent, and the neatly arranged bottles and jars inside immediately caught Tang Naxiu's eyes.

"..." Looking at those spray bottles with "Strong Sleeping Spray" labeled in different sizes and almost all filled with transparent liquid, Tang Naxiu was a little confused for a while.

So detectives... ghost story detectives can openly carry this kind of... uh...

Donaxiu unconsciously thought of the "great" figure of the "God Boss" and was instantly relieved.

——It is indeed "safer" to carry a few bottles of spray with you than to let the boss go empty-handed.

Similarly, Donaxiu felt that the office should have a lot of "conventional" weapons, so he asked the mirror again.

In the mirror, the picture slowly moved horizontally, showing the scenery in the next cabinet.

"..." Donaxiu was silent again.

——What's the matter with that row of pistols and magazines! Even if the Green Star Federation does not ban guns, it's too exaggerated! Moreover! Those cabinets are not locked at all!

Suddenly, the picture in the mirror moved horizontally again, revealing a cabinet of cold weapons of different lengths.

"..." Donaxiu was already a little numb.

However, this is not over yet.

The picture in the mirror moved down and back, revealing the scenery in the long drawer at the bottom of the cabinet.

It was a long wooden box.

Donahue suddenly became alert: "Could it be..."

In the mirror, the wooden box slowly became transparent, revealing the various metal and non-metal parts carefully stored inside.

"..." Donahue held his forehead.

Forget about sniper rifles. Even if the boss carries a rocket launcher, it is "safer" than being empty-handed... I believe the Public Security Bureau thinks so too.

Donahue silently corrected his three views and threw away some unnecessary and outdated "common sense" in the past.

Picking up the key, Donahue prepared to go to the next door to arm himself and take action tonight.

Before leaving, Donahue suddenly remembered something and said to the mirror that he had placed upright on the dressing table: "Mirror, mirror, you are so powerful, and the mirror surface is usually pitch black. Let's just call you 'magic mirror'!"

After waiting for a while, Donahue found that the mirror did not respond, and tentatively said: "If you don't object, I will take it as your consent?"

The mirror was still pitch black and did not respond.

"Then..." Donahue paused, "Mirror, mirror, please take care of me in the future."

...

Darkness.

Lenari quietly "stood" in the "open space" near the office.

Suddenly, from the dark background, a series of concrete black chains "clattered" out of thin air, crisscrossing each other, and suddenly gathered together, tightly binding the abstract tentacle group in the middle, tightening, and tightening again.

The same black abstract tentacle group, with the power of the chain, compressed inward, squirmed with difficulty, squeezed slowly, and finally formed a short and slender human figure.

The chain tightly bound the human figure, and the chain extending to the depths of the dark background was stretched straight.

The details of the human figure gradually became clear, first the whole wheelThe outline was roughly finalized, and then the clothing and accessories were differentiated, followed by the shapes of facial features, limbs, and hair, and finally the details, textures, and colors.

After many days of absence, Lenari's human form finally returned.

The girl with black hair and black skirt was tightly tied between the dark chains, with her eyes closed and her brows frowned, as if she was enduring something, like a dark saint suffering, indescribably weird and holy.

As if to keep this memorable moment, not far away, a bunch of activated cameras and camcorders happily turned on the flash and sound effects, "click", "click" and took pictures crazily, and the silent cameras were not willing to lag behind, turning on the machine and jumping around everywhere, trying to show their presence.

Lenari's brows were getting tighter and tighter.

After a few seconds, it seemed to have reached a certain limit. With a faint sound of relief, the girl's body suddenly expanded uncontrollably, breaking chains and exploding abstract tentacles.

The revelry of cameras, video cameras, and dual-purpose machines all fell silent, and then quietly dispersed.

On the spot, the tentacles squirmed a few times, and then spread out like mud.

"Huh..." Lenari subconsciously "let out a long sigh of relief", and muttered to himself as expected, "It really doesn't work..."

Darkness extends to silence, sleep and the unknown, silence extends to silence, sleep extends to seals, and the unknown extends to secrets.

The extension of the power of sealing and imprisonment is relatively smooth. Lenari even has the spare energy to give it the concrete symbol of "black chains" to set off the "shackles" in the honorific name.

But...

Compared with the core concept of "darkness", "seal" is far inferior. Using "seal" to suppress the body's loss of control caused by the over-activity of "darkness" is ultimately a fantasy.

Things like "core concepts" can be changed if necessary, but the premise is that the new concept must be able to beat the original one...

Lenari really couldn't think of any extended concept that could beat "darkness" in her situation...

Oh, "end" might... No, it must be possible, but that would be completely suicidal. Lenari not only didn't plan to try it, but also tried her best to avoid it.

- If it really can't be avoided, use "devour" to take over.