Familiar streets, bustling crowds.

Mawson opened his eyes and found himself on the streets of New Washington again.

Last night's killing didn't seem to happen, and the city was still lively, but who would have thought that behind every ordinary face was a hidden monster.

A thought suddenly popped into my mind, what would happen if these monsters were transformed into ordinary people and killed during the day?

Will the Engineer stop him?

Do you want to give it a try?

As soon as this thought arose, it grew like a weed in his heart.

Call......

It took a while for Mawson to calm down and banish the thought from his mind.

This idea is dangerous, and there may be benefits, or traps, and even more likely to be traps in Mawson's view.

Now, there is really no need for him to do this kind of gambling thing, according to the existing cognition analysis, to get the benefits he should get, is what he should do.

The money on his body was still there, and Mawson still went to the previous place to solve the problem of three meals a day, and the rest of the time he deliberately ran to the center of the city, but found nothing.

Sitting on the side of the street, analyzing the passers-by, these people behaved so ordinarily that Mawson had no clue.

Perhaps the daytime of this city is nothing more than a façade, made up by engineers based on Mawson's experience, and only night is the true face of this space.

Determined to do so, Mawson plans to check on the central area when the night is almost over.

Even in the event of an emergency, most of the dangers can be avoided.

At the end of a long day, climbing to the top of the city and watching the sun set, Mawson quietly waited for the night to fall.

Finally, when the last rays of sunlight disappeared, a familiar scene appeared, and a great change took place in the city, and countless pedestrians on the streets tore their skin and transformed into hideous monsters.

"Here we go."

"I'm going to a few more places tonight."

Mawson stood on the edge of the top floor, his fists clenched, stimulating the flames in his body.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.

Nothing happened.

A trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Mawson sprang off the edge of the rooftop, and he rolled on the ground, carefully approaching the corner.

"What's going on?"

"Where did my abilities go?"

The skin on the surface of the body is normal, there is no scale armor, no petrified right arm, and there is no manifestation of the newly acquired abilities.

"Is it an engineer's conspiracy?"

"Or is it something special about this strange space?"

Without ability, he may not be able to move an inch in this monster-ridden world.

Mawson didn't even dare to make too much noise, he quickly searched his brain for the location of the police station, and the nearest gun shop here, although he knew that it didn't have much effect, but it was not Mawson's character to sit idly by.

He quickly planned the route.

The first priority should be to leave the open-air rooftop and enter the interior of the building, first try to hide and find the least crowded place in the city.

Mawson was thinking about it when suddenly a voice came from his ear.

"Dear Mr. Surtr, are you really here, waiting for me?"

"Although there was no agreement yesterday, it is clear that the tacit understanding between us is very similar to that of old friends for many years."

Out of the darkness, a figure emerged from the corner, the shadow of last night.

Seeing Mawson's appearance at this time, the shadow was slightly stunned.

"Mr. Sirter, what are you ......?"

He couldn't feel the suffocating oppression of last night from Mawson, but in appearance, or soul, the shadow could still distinguish the man in front of him, which was Surtr.

Mawson was shocked.

He ran to the rooftop last night to wait for the shadow, this guy's aggression is not so obvious, and he knows enough information to be more convenient to control.

But what Mawson didn't expect was that on the second night, he lost all his abilities.

And the Shadow did appear as he had hoped.

Mawson knew that his next answer would be very likely to kill if he was not careful!

The body shrank into the darkness, and Mawson put on a nonchalant look.

"Oh, it's you, Shadow."

"I paid 13 last night, but you didn't provide me with the corresponding service, and today I naturally want to get the next information."

"As for the way I look now......"

"It's another form of me, thanks to the killing last night."

Mawson muttered.

"In this form, I will shrink the alienation and flames of my body into the inside of my body, so that from the outside, my energy level is low and I don't look like a threat."

With a smile on his lips, Mawson looked at the shadow.

"If it were you, would you rush over desperately when you see a guy like me?"

The Shadow couldn't help but shudder.

He really couldn't imagine how desperate a guy with a pinched persimmon really rushed to Mawson in front of him, and faced with the explosion of strength.

"Haha......"

Shadow smiled awkwardly, "Yours is really ...... this ability"

Insidious!

The shadow said silently in his heart, but his face did not show it, but showed a hint of flattery.

"What do you want to know, just ask."

"Okay!"

Although he was in a hurry, he didn't show it on his face, and he carefully hid in the shadows, trying not to expose himself.

"You asked me for the bodies of those three guys last night, what are you going to do with their bodies?"

"Due to certain rules, we can only acquire abilities that are close to our own, so when I came last night, you should have already absorbed the contents of the three corpses."

Mawson nodded.

"In fact, their abilities are more than that, and there are some of them that are not compatible with you in any way."

"But that doesn't mean that this part of the ability doesn't have similarities with others."

"So, if you leave the leftovers you ate to me, you can also make me barely reap some benefits."

Shadow smiled, "I'll make you laugh, my ability is mainly reflected in concealment and dodging, and my attack power is not too strong, and I can only barely deal with some small shrimps, so I have been surviving in the cracks." ”

"At the same time, beware of other people's attacks."

Mawson nodded in understanding, and he tried to control his heartbeat and try to be as normal as possible.

"I still have a question, how did we get these abilities, it's just ......"

Before Mawson could finish speaking, he suddenly counted down his hairs, and a great sense of crisis stimulated his scalp to tingle.

didn't have time to think about it, Mo Sen used his hands and feet together, and the strength of his whole body gathered together, and he rolled to the side violently!

Rumble!

Rubble splattered down on his body, causing Mawson to almost scream.

The battle instinct formed over hundreds of years saved his life, and in the middle of the tumbling, Mawson saw a humanoid creature nearly three meters tall leap from the edge of the rooftop!