Ernacillin didn't know how long he had been sitting on the ground crying, he only knew that it was already bright and bright outside.

He didn't have to guess or look, he was probably the only living creature left on this street now, and at least until now, he hadn't heard a single sound that belonged to this street.

Slightly stiff and got up from the ground, wiping the dried tears on his face casually, Enacyrin took out his pocket watch and looked at it: twelve thirty-three.

Eight hours had passed, and it had dawned on Eneracillin that grief and despair were useless at this time, and that what he had to do now was to find out and kill the guy who had killed his parents and the whole street.

From the initial desperation to want to leave with his parents, to now it takes only eight hours to collect all the ashes and prepare to deal with it, but eight hours is enough for a person to think through a lot of things.

Ernacillin understood that as a survivor, he was the least qualified person to have suicidal thoughts.

Those unfortunate people want to live but can't, what right does he have to despair to escape? Because he doesn't, he must live well now, and then sacrifice the death of that fellow to the dead here.

After collecting all the scattered ashes in a "whirlwind", Enaxiline walked into the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, he inexplicably remembered what his father had said when he was chatting with his parents in the past:

"If we die, we will both be burned to ashes and sprinkled in the sea. ”

How did my mother answer my father's words? As if she was smiling, she said, "Remember, we want to travel the whole world together with the sea, and we can't always stay in a few places." ”

What about yourself? How did you answer at that time?

Anacyrin looked at himself in the mirror in confusion, he couldn't remember.

It seems to be very perfunctory, and it seems to be very dissatisfied, and it seems to be very helpless? I don't remember.

He suddenly felt a little funny, he remembered what his parents said clearly, but he forgot what he said, and he couldn't even remember the tone.

Ernacillin tugged at the corners of his lips in the mirror, and smiled very gently and naturally.

But for some reason, he felt that this smile was a little unfamiliar, you must know that eight hours ago, he was still using this smile, and now it feels strange, it is really inexplicable.

Enacylin, who still had a gentle smile on her lips, shook her head, lowered her head and washed her face, washing away all the tears and despair on it.

When he looked up again, Ennacyrin in the mirror had already retracted all his expressions, and the only thing left in his silver-gray pupils was hollowness and indifference except for sharp aggression.

But soon, as Eneracillin adjusted the subtle changes in his expression over and over again, these emotions were replaced by a very gentle smile that looked like the real thing.

Rubbing it on his face, Ernacillin walked up to the phone, picked up the microphone and began dialing.

Calls to the Guild do not need to go through the relay station, as they are intended to dispatch psionic messengers as quickly as possible in case of an emergency.

"Hello, do you need any help?" a soft, pleasant, slightly distorted female voice came from the earpiece.

"Please contact the A-class psionic envoy Red Wolf for me, there has been a mass slaughter on Mororiti Street, and I am probably the only one left on the entire street. "Red Wolf is Leloa's code name, and unless you are familiar with it, people in the guild prefer to call each other each other's code names, which is easy to remember and convenient.

Maybe it's because Ernacillin's voice is very hoarse and a little low, and the incident he said is terrifying, and the operator on the other side of the microphone didn't hear his voice for a while:

"I'm sorry, you just said that there was a massacre in the streets of Mororiti? ”

"It's me, Siam. "Eneracillin didn't care about the other party's questioning, this is a normal attitude and procedure.

The association has a rule that unless it is an extremely serious incident, A-class psionic envoys will not be easily dispatched, because their strength is directly proportional to their destructive power, especially the strongest and most reckless red wolf in the A-class.

"Ah...... Sorry, I didn't hear it was you, please stay on the spot, I'll contact Mr. Red Wolf now. The operator was only slightly stunned for a moment, and then hung up in a hurry, presumably the contact.

Enacillicillin put down the phone, poured a glass of water and drank it in one gulp, and his dry throat felt a little better. Only then did he reopen the door and take a closer look outside.

Perhaps it is because the streets of Mororiti are eerily quiet today, and the nearby streets are visited from time to time, but no one dares to set foot here.

This is the consensus reached by living under the protection of the association all year round, and it is not close to the direct report when encountering anomalies, because the people who watch the excitement in this kind of event are the most likely to become the center of the excitement.

It wasn't until Ernacillin pulled out two "ice" sheets and set up a cordon on both sides of the street that the surrounding residents really realized that something was wrong, and they were very glad that they had not set foot in the streets of Moroliti, and they were very curious.

Even so, no one dared to come forward to ask, and the two shots that Ernacillin had just placed there, it seemed that they had to be at least B-grade.

The association has a clear rule that you should not provoke B-level or above psionic envoys, otherwise you will bear the consequences, because their mental state is not good, and the association will not care about the consequences caused by taking the initiative to provoke them.

But there are always exceptions.

There were several bold teenagers wandering around, looking about the same size as Ernacillin.

Ernacillin didn't see it, and the other party didn't try to get close anyway, he wasn't in a good state now, and he didn't want to talk much.

Finally, one of the teenagers couldn't help it, he cautiously approached Ernacillin, and when he found that the other party did not move, he tentatively asked:

"Hello, may I ask what's going on here?"

The boy's voice was not small, but he could be heard to be careful.

Ernacillin just turned his head to look at him, and the other party suddenly took two steps back, and hurriedly said, "Uh, I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm just a little worried about my friends who live here......"

The boy whispered more and more, but looked at Ennacyrin with a slightly winching sincerity in his eyes.

“...... I don't know, maybe it's because of some anomaly that they all fell asleep. Anacyrin was silent for a moment and replied.

"Is that so, then, will they wake up?" the young man's voice could not hide his joy, he was actually prepared for the unexpected that might happen to his friend.

"Probably yes. In short, in recent times, it is necessary to lock the doors and windows at night, and turn on all the lights if possible. Enasilin paused and added, "Just in case." ”

"Whew, that's good. By the way, thanks for the reminder, I'll tell you about it. The boy smiled at Enacyrin and turned to run to his companion, apparently sharing "information" from him.

Looking at the back of the young man running away, Enacillirin retracted the curvature of the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes at the sun that was still hanging there as if nothing had happened, and he also hoped that the people on this street were just asleep because of some abnormality, instead of becoming piles of ashes.