In a dimly lit room, in front of a dim monitor, sat a man, engrossed in the screen, fingers flying on the keyboard, not knowing what was being written.

The sunglasses at hand showed who he was, Doctor.

At this time, he did not have the arrogance and insidiousness just now, but instead what appeared on his face was a strange fanaticism.

- It's like a pervert who bought the expression of the new playboy.

"That's right, my estimate is correct, as long as the heart has obtained enough energy and sacrifices, it will release the forging god and forge the blood of those who are contaminated with its blood. ”

He was talking to himself as he recorded it all on his computer. The screen looks like a case-like picture, and at the top is a picture that looks like Hill!

His hands were quick, and lines of characters in what language were typed into the medical record-style table.

Suddenly, the Doctor's movements stopped, his left hand hovering over the keyboard, his right hand moving slowly at almost imperceptible degrees, and the cursor on the screen was gradually pointing to the cross in the upper right corner.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" The voice from behind made the doctor tremble slightly, and in the dark corner, there was a faint figure.

"Is that you?" the doctor looked nervous, but not too flustered, his right hand not daring to make any more movements, and raised his hands above his head, "I guess you're pointing your gun at me." ”

"Well, since you have asked for it, then I can only meet your strange request. The figure slowly stepped into the light range of the screen, and the dim light was not enough to illuminate his whole body, only that he was tall and stunning.

Even if he was wearing a long coat and trousers, and he couldn't see his skin, he could confirm from the entire skeleton that this was a very strong person, but the voice sounded full of vicissitudes.

The Black Shadow held an equally black sand eagle in his hand, the muzzle of the gun was firmly pointed at the back of the doctor's heart, the gun was loaded, and as long as the trigger was pulled, the bullet would pierce the doctor's heart.

The premise is that the doctor is the real person...

"Have you ever wondered if I was a shadow. The Doctor clasped his hands on his head and slowly turned around, the black shadow's face was undoubtedly wearing a black mask, and above the nose was a replica of Zorro's mask, covering the entire face tightly.

Only two purple eyes were left, and although they did not emit any light, they were still full of majesty.

"In front of me, you probably don't have a chance to switch between your real body and your shadow. The dark shadow shrugged, "And when the doctor got the most precious experimental data, I'm afraid he didn't have enough mind to separate a shadow in advance, of course, it may be that I guessed wrong, why don't you try?"

"No need to try, I throw in the towel. The doctor said helplessly.

"Interesting, you seem to know me?" the shadow stepped closer and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the doctor's forehead.

"He said you'd come to the door, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly. Feeling the coldness of his eyebrows, the doctor closed his eyes and said with a serious face.

"He, who is he?"

"He doesn't have a name, and I don't know what his name is, but it might be more appropriate for you to be called the Apostle of Souls. ”

The black shadow froze for a moment, and was somewhat startled by the doctor's words, "You say, the Soul Apostle told you that I will look for you?!"

"Yes. ”

"Tsk, that's interesting. "Black

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Shadow's hand holding the gun didn't move, and the other hand dragged over a chair, slammed it in front of the doctor, and sat down.

"It seems that we need to talk about it well, do we talk about it ourselves or do I force a confession?"

"No, I've been wanting to talk to someone for a long time. The doctor gestured to the coffee machine not far away, and the shadow nodded, the muzzle of the gun wavering.

So the doctor continued his coffee and began his story.

Things started 10 years ago...

At that time, he was still a young man, he had just graduated from university, he had lofty ideals and grand goals, and as a Honduran, he aspired to stand on Wall Street and become the world's best financial expert.

However, just as he received an offer and was on his way to his first company, a speeding truck changed his fate.

It was supposed to be a car accident, and the doctor on a motorcycle, after turning a corner, saw a truck full of construction debris, honking its horn at him.

At this critical juncture of life and death, he suddenly realized that everything around him seemed to slow down, and he could almost see the flying white mist when the tread patterns rubbed against the ground when the tire died violently.

But now was not the time to think about it, he dropped his motorcycle and rolled over to the side as fast as he could, the truck narrowly passing by him.

Frightened, he collapsed on the ground, did not come back to his senses for a long time, and finally left with his scrapped small motorcycle amid the curses and whistles of other vehicles.

The truck, after crashing into his motorcycle, sped away, and the driver did not see him leave. In the driver's mind, this unlucky guy has become a dead ghost under the wheels, and there is no need to stop for him.

The doctor returned to his apartment, in a trance, and collapsed on the bed.

His limbs were in severe pain, his muscles seemed to be torn apart, and his head exploded with pain, as if someone was holding a fire hammer to his head.

He didn't know whether he fell asleep or fainted in the end, and when he woke up the next day, it was already three poles in the sun, and the reporting time agreed with the company had naturally been missed.

The words on the phone, "Hello, missed the time oFFeR is invalidated" sounded polite and heartless, and the desperate doctor sat on the windowsill, his body far less painful than his mental torment.

He held a bottle of tequila in his hand and poured it in large gulps, God knows how much effort he put into this job, his own life plan, and small goals one by one.

It can be said that they all came to naught after this no-show.

As for how he managed to get away from the truck, the Doctor didn't have time to think about him yet.

Maybe he drank too much, or he had lost the consciousness of survival, and after drinking the last sip of agave in the bottle, the doctor fell headlong.

The feeling of everything slowing down appeared again, and even the drunkenness had subsided for the most part, and the doctor realized how terrifying this feeling of slow death was as the ground got closer and closer to him, but the degree was so slow.

No, I can't die!

The thought crossed his mind.

Hands were scratching around in the air, and luckily, a wire came out of the window on the second floor, and the doctor grabbed it, and after swinging half a circle, it rolled on the ground many times, and finally escaped the arms that the Grim Reaper had stretched out.

This time he was more injured than last time, and all the muscles in his limbs were strained

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I lay in bed for three days and couldn't move.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, but with such a serious injury, it only took seven days for the doctor to recover.

At this moment, he finally determined that what was born in him was not only the ability that would appear when facing life and death, but also the ability to recover from extraordinary people.

He tried again and again, looking for changes in his body. He was getting better and better, and it felt like Peter Parker had been bitten by a spider and the next day he was covered in lumps.

Although his degree was not so fast, he could clearly feel that it was getting stronger little by little, especially after the doctor lifted the small motorcycle that was still lying in the rough cabin with one arm.

It's just that the doctor hasn't been able to find that feeling of slowing down around him, and he's tried all sorts of things, but now it's only when it's time of life and death that the slowing down happens.

Until one day, the doctor who came out of the bar passed by an alley and heard a burst of women's cries and men's perverted laughter. He followed the sound and found that two men were pressing a young girl to the ground, doing the most cruel and humane thing.

The most bastard thing is that they still have a knife in their hands, and they cut blood marks on the woman's face while being cool.

The doctor felt his blood explode in an instant, and his whole body began to heat up, anger filling his mind.

He walked step by step towards the two bastards, and one of them saw him, his mouth wide open in shock, and some sinful place shrank rapidly.

The Doctor didn't know what he looked like at this point, but from the puddle on the ground, he saw two bright red lamps, which seemed to be his own eyes.

People always have a desire to survive, especially those who are already perverted and crazy, the two men quickly lifted their pants, shouted and rushed up with the knife in their hands, no matter what kind of ghost you are, just stab you twice.

That's when the doctor moved.

The man's movements were so slow and funny to him, he picked up a Corona bottle from the ground, smashed it halfway through the wall, exposed the sharp edge, and held it in his hand.

After a few seconds, the battle was over, and the Doctor walked over to the girl, and now that she was out of breath, the two guys actually slit her throat at the last moment!

He let go of his hand, and two lumps of something with a strong smell of blood fell next to the girl's corpse, and not far away the two men were not dead, they were convulsing on the ground, unable to make a sound.

And between their legs, blood was gushing out non-stop.

……

"That's it, I've finally used my soul oracle," the doctor sipped his coffee, "and it's not that I'm slowing down, it's that I'm getting faster. I became obsessed with this power, searching for all the records of it, and finally learned the word Soul Oracle, and I also learned that my ability was called Ghost Walk. ”

"The story was wonderful, and I listened to it very well. The Shadow handed over the empty cup, "One more drink, P1ease." ”

"But I still don't know what this has to do with the Soul Apostle. ”

"I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I've spoken to anyone, and this is the first time I've told someone my story, maybe a little more," the doctor continued, taking another glass for the shadow.

The first time I met the Apostle of Souls was two years ago......

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