(a)

At five o'clock, the garden of the Red Devil Pavilion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hah!"

The kung fu doorman of the Red Devil Pavilion, Hong Misuzu, slammed a heavy fist into the face of the heavily rotten person in front of him. Just listen to the "snapping"

There was a crunch sound, like a watermelon shattering, and the zombie's head exploded. The shriveled body shook twice, and then fell limply to the ground.

"Whew-"

Misuzu closed her eyes, slowly lowered her fist, and let out a sigh of relief. When she opened her eyes again, all she saw was corpses everywhere—the last zombie trying to pass through the gates of the Red Devil Pavilion had died under her iron fist.

"Newspaper, the main entrance has been cleared!" she yelled.

Starting with this, the temporary security guards scattered throughout the garden also shouted:

"Safe on the left!"

"The enemy on the right has been destroyed!"

"There are no anomalies around the Western-style building!"

"Garden safety!"

The news became more and more exciting, and the monsters who gradually gathered couldn't hold back their emotions. In the end, I don't know who shouted:

"We've won!"

This sentence completely ignited the crowd, and for a while, the garden was full of people. A few minutes ago it was a battlefield, but now it is a wet market.

Nalan Twilight looked at the excited crowd from a distance, looking at the high-raised, dirty palms and sweat-stained smiles, and a light smile of relief appeared on his face.

However, it was only a matter of moments, and then, with all his expressions gone, he walked to the fountain in the middle of the garden, clapped his hands, and said in a loud voice:

"Hey, guys, be quiet!"

His black Cadillac sedan was parked on the lawn not far away, with the trunk open and stuffed with cans, compressed biscuits, large baguettes, bottled water, and all sorts of medicines — a great deal for him to drive into Gensokyo.

After the noisy crowd quieted down and focused their attention on him, Nalan said:

"A couple of things, first, we defeated the corpses, and everyone is doing well. This wave of zombies gathers in the Enchanted Forest during the day, so the number is particularly large. After they are eliminated, there should be no more mass corpse influx tonight, but that doesn't mean you can go back to sleep. There is no such thing as absolute security until the sun rises, so it is essential to be vigilant at all times. ”

"The second thing is, I went back to the present world, bought some food, drink, and medicine, and came to get it if I needed it, remember to line up! Those who are more seriously injured will be treated here briefly, and then go to the Red Devil Pavilion to rest, and then go to the doctor after dawn. When the others are rested, they go back to their positions and hold the line!"

"Also, these corpses on the ground ......"

As he spoke, he looked around and saw a large pile of dead bodies lying in the garden, all but a few poor unlucky ones, all of them with headshots. The flowerbed, which had been very delicately decorated, had now been ruined beyond recognition by blood, carrion, and black footprints, and even the white marble fountain behind him was filled with several corpses—the garden would be torn down and rebuilt when the mutation was over.

"These corpses, all put together, burn them! Be careful when dealing with them, if you meet someone who is not dead, or who has just been resurrected, remember to go up and make up for it, don't hesitate. ”

After explaining this, he pulled his throat again and shouted:

"Sakiya!"

"What?"

No one knew where Sixteen Night Sakuya was originally, but now, everyone saw it, and she stood behind Nalan Twilight, bowing her head slightly, and acting very respectfully.

By the way, the apron of the maid's outfit she was wearing was stained with a lot of black and red blood—it certainly wasn't splashed when she was cutting meat in the kitchen.

"Oh, you're here. Nalan turned around, "I'll take a look, it's ...... time now."

He habitually raised his right hand, looked down at his wrist, and then realized that his watch was long gone.

So he lowered his hand a little embarrassed, and swore in his heart that when all this was over, he would definitely get a good watch.

"Ten twenty o'clock. ”

Sakuya said, snapping her silver pocket watch shut.

"Very well, ten-twenty, so let's fight zombies here for four hours, right?"

"Four hours and five minutes. ”

"Yes, yes, four hours and five minutes, well......"

Nalan looked at Sakuya's face, pondered for a few seconds, and then suddenly spoke:

"I think it's almost time...... Sakiya, I think I'll have to go, maybe I won't be back before dawn, I'll leave it to you here, do you know what to do?"

"No problem, Mr. Nalan. Sakiya nodded.

"Good, oh, yes!"

Before leaving, Nalan Yu took out the car keys from his pocket, handed them to Sakiya, and said:

"There was a crossbow and a bucket of arrows in the back seat, which I used as a hunting toy, and I brought it with me. You can use it if you need it. ”

"Thank you. ”

Saki put away the key and bowed to Nalan Twilight, who was leaving with his back.

(b)

At six o'clock, the underground library of the Red Devil Pavilion.

The underground library is known for its darkness, but during the long night of the dead, the candlelight in the library is much more lively than the ghouls outside.

When Nalan pushed the door in, the old wooden door let out a long, piercing scream, informing everyone who stayed in the library of his coming.

Although it is "everyone", in fact, there are only two people, if not including him.

As soon as Nalan entered the door, he walked straight to the depths of the library. On a regular basis, he would stop in front of the tall bookshelves, pick out an interesting book or two, borrow them, or just stand there and look through them. But today, unfortunately, he didn't have that interest.

Eventually, he stopped at a long table covered with a white cloth. The table was as full of books, large and small, as it had been the last time he had visited.

The sick girl, still in her purple and white pajamas, sat at the end of the long table, her little face buried in an exaggerated book. On the table in front of her lay a pot of cold tea, a small white porcelain teacup inlaid with gold, and a small plate of cookies, all of which had never been taken a sip.

Behind her stood a low-level demon in the shape of a young girl—a servant she had summoned from another world. The little devil was red-haired, with bat-wings on his back, wearing a black uniform and a red tie, and stood dignified and silent.

"Yo, Patchouli, I haven't seen you in a few days, how are you doing?" asked Nalan Twilight as she pulled a stool and sat directly across from the two girls.

"Not very good. ”

Pache put down her book and looked up. Her face, which was already very fair, was now a little sickly pale. Under the tired eyes, there are heavy dark circles under the eyes, which look like the eyeshadow has faded.

"It's been so noisy outside for the past two days that I can't sleep at all. She grumbled with a sullen face, "If I continue like this, I feel like I'm going to die suddenly." ”

"Haha!" Nalan said with a smile, "No, well, how many people just want to be magicians to avoid staying up all night and dying suddenly." ”

"Why don't you say that there are no asthma magicians besides me!"

"That seems to make sense!"

"Humph!"

Pachouli snorted coldly, hugged her arms, and asked:

"What are you doing here?"

"I'd like to ask you to do me a favor. Nalan said with a smile.

"How can you help?"

"Remember the last time Fran played peek-a-boo and ran away, and then you found her with a spell that senses a wide range of magical powers?"

"Hmm, so what?"

"I'd like to ask you to use that spell again, but this time, the detection range is a bit larger than the last one. ”

"How much bigger?"

"Big to ...... That's about the same size as the whole Gensokyo, right?"

"Are you serious?"

"I'm just serious to death. ”