Present, Brooklyn, New York. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"$2,000, or two fingers." The emaciated, but fierce-looking white man sat behind the dimly lit desk lamp, gray cigar spitting in his mouth.

"Please. . . Please. ”

Corresponding to this was another man who was slumped on the ground, his snot and tears mixed with a terrified expression.

His leather jacket was tattered, stained with unknown liquids and filth, his forehead was covered in blood, and his hands were shaking.

If it weren't for the sturdy men with fancy tattoos next to him, it is estimated that he would have been lying on the ground at this time.

"Smack!"

Hearing the boss's words, the tattooed men immediately dragged him to the table and pressed his hand hard, but before they could do anything, there seemed to be a crisp sound in the corner.

But they didn't care, and continued to drag the unlucky guy around.

The iron table glowed a miserable green color in the light, and looked unusually cold, and the tattooed people put his arm on it fiercely, despite the man's howl.

In addition to the table lamp, there were some waste paper and banknotes scattered on the iron table, as well as a small amount of white powder, and then an unusually sharp paper cutter.

The man's hand was placed underneath the blade, directly against the base of his finger.

The white man hidden behind the light finally moved again, blowing away the smoke around him, and then said in a crisp and clean tone, "So... Did you get the money or not? ”

"It's a pity that you have neither sisters nor girlfriends, and no one can help you."

"Smack!"

The guy who was crying bitterly must have lost all his courage at this time, and he collapsed on the table, and there was nothing he could do.

"Please, give me two more days."

The white man shook his head helplessly, then waved his hand.

The tattoo next to him immediately grasped the handle of the paper cutter and was about to press it down, but at this time, another crisp sound appeared in the corner of the room.

"Smack!"

The white man paused, and the tattoo that had reached the full level immediately stopped moving, the white man took a deep breath, and then the next moment, he roared in a low voice.

"Don't you hear it! You can't just go and see it! Are you all idiots! ”

The boss spoke, and the younger brother naturally didn't dare to disobey.

Immediately, an emaciated man pulled a knife from his waist and walked into the corner where it had made a noise in the dark.

He wasn't to blame, most of the gang members liked to keep their strongholds dark, as if not seeing a little sunlight would give them a sense of security.

And they are originally the scum of society living in the dark, so it would not be surprising even if they evolved night vision.

Shaking the knife in his hand, the emaciated man had no fear at all, this was their base camp, and the dozen or so brothers behind him were not ornaments.

He groped his way in the dark, and then seemed to slowly grope his way to the end.

But where did the noise come from, rats, or debris falling.

Unable to get the answer he expected, the emaciated man looked a little puzzled, but he immediately saw a new discovery, which was a pair of shoes.

Obviously, it is worn on people.

The owner of the shoe seemed to be struggling somewhat, his body half hidden in the shadows, and the emaciated man could only see his calves in jeans and his feet twitching or not.

"Smack!"

One of them hit the wall with his right foot and made a snapping sound, and that's how the sound came out.

"Damn it!"

The emaciated man exclaimed, and a cool air immediately appeared in his heart, it was not that he had never seen a dead person, and the dead had nothing to fear, what was really terrible was the danger that accompanied the dead man.

Knives in the shadows, bullets in cold guns, police pursuits.

But soon, the emaciated man will probably know that it is not these things that are terrifying in the world, but far more terrifying existences than them.

Cold.

It was as cold as the water of the deep sea, and the suffocating sensation of the liquid suddenly appeared the moment the emaciated man noticed that it was not good.

He felt as if his body was no longer his own, his head stiffened a little, and then he saw something even more terrifying.

A ghostly black shadow was grasping the dead man, as if mouth-to-mouth sucking something, the faint milky white light was supposed to bring warmth, but at this time it brought him only a more piercing, as if it went straight into the soul of the trembling.

"Weird。。 Monster!.. ”

The emaciated man had only time to let out a short scream when a ghostly shadow in human form lunged at him in the next instant.

"Bang!"

The weight fell to the ground, and in contrast to the emaciated man's body was lifted high, and there seemed to be a faint struggle in the darkness, and then soon there was no sound.

The people waiting outside weren't much better.

When the emaciated man went to see what was going on, the unlucky man did not escape after all, and his two fingers were pressed against the paper cutter and cut off by the roots, but fortunately, his personal loan was also forgiven.

The tattoo was about to be hastily bandaged and thrown out, saving him more blood than dying here.

Just as the unlucky guy was clutching his wrist and wailing, the emaciated man in the dark was damned! And the sound of a series of screams and heavy objects falling to the ground was also heard.

The unusual sound immediately made the men nervous, and the white man's face was a little ugly.

Affected by the solemn atmosphere around him, the unlucky man's voice seemed to be a little weaker, holding his wrist and looking around weakly, not knowing what was happening.

Unlike in the movie, they don't realize what's wrong until a series of people go missing.

When the emaciated man did not return, everyone immediately became vigilant.

The white man winked, and his younger brothers immediately began to act silently, some pulling out their pistols, and some began to sort out the surrounding banknotes and clean up the evidence.

The white man hiding behind the desk also pulled out a delicate pistol and silently backed away.

Is it the NYPD police, or the action of other gangs, he stood up and fumbled for the electric button that opened the back door of the warehouse on the edge of the wall behind him.

There was no movement in the dark for a long time, and soon the younger brother turned back again to ask for instructions.

But as soon as a few tattoos and black jackets twisted, they looked blankly in the direction of their boss, trembling, and even some of their faces were distorted.

The white man was the first to realize this, "No. He rolled his eyes inwardly.

He turned over and retreated with great speed, hiding in the crowd with the gun in his hand already loaded and aimed over.

And then the next moment, he stayed there too.

In the darkness, there is a row of creatures clinging to the wall, floating in the air like black ghosts.

No, they're ghosts.

The tattered cloak was their most intuitive appearance, there was nothing under the cloak, no face and no face, only a black hole in the mouth, and the dry hand bones looked like burnt bones, glowing with charred and ash.

They were suspended in mid-air, disembodied, surrounded by a thick black mist that seemed to swallow up the lights.

The white man swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He felt fear, he wanted to run away from here, but he couldn't, as if he was frozen in place, his whole body had lost all his strength, he couldn't control his body at all, he couldn't even scream.

Everyone else is like that, and what kind of monster is this?

Fear and despair arose in his mind, and as if he could no longer feel a glimmer of courage and hope, pain and sorrow quickly enveloped him.

The white man's hand holding the gun slowly drooped, and then his body fell to the ground weakly.

The next moment, countless black shadows moved, as if it was a carnival, and the sound of them circling was everywhere.

Only the unlucky guy who had his finger cut off, it seemed that his loveless life finally showed a twist and luck, he was hiding in the corner and was not noticed, he was trembling, looking at the dinner in front of him, like a devil's dinner.

。。。

It has been mentioned in several books about dangerous magical beasts that gathering large crowds in the dark can not only breed Boggart accidents, but also attract ghouls and dementors.

The former is very easy to deal with, whether it is fire or light, it will make ghouls annoying, thus achieving the effect of expulsion.

As for the latter, it is not a magical beast at all, but a very terrifying creature, and although it is not too much introduction, almost every wizard understands the horror of the Dementors.

Unlike the Dementors of Azkaban, wandering Dementors are even more terrifying, and before Azkaban was built, hordes of Dementors were among the most terrifying wizard killers.

Even after the 15th century when Azkaban was built, wizards often died at the hands of Dementors.

When they gather, they can even directly drain the courage and strength of human resistance, so that the wizard cannot recite the Patronus Charm, and thus be sucked out of the soul.

Unfortunately, Muggles don't seem to know this.

And they can't draw lessons from countless blood lessons, because ... They will be cleared of their memories by the Oblivion Charm.

。。。

Somewhere in a small square in Queens.

An artist from an ancient country in Eurasia is playing exotic dance music, accompanied by the tune, and the lid of the straw basket next to him seems to be being pushed together by the contents of the basket.

As an ancient snake dancer, there are not many professionals who have passed on to the true meaning, and as a true snake dancer, Kunaler should show his art in a more advanced team, but he doesn't like this, he prefers to go out into the streets and alleys of cities around the world to show his skills.

Of course, most of the time it will not be welcomed by the city police, because the snake is a very dangerous animal, and he has to call the police to the people here, and the police will complete this dance before the police arrive.

There are already a lot of people around, and there are still pedestrians who stop and watch intently, of course, there will be people who glance at it and don't stop, but more people will still stay, and then take out their mobile phones and talk to friends while filming.

That's what Kunale wanted, and he had never been so apparitioned in the square of any other city, and so many people had gathered.

The melodious sound of the flute accompanied by an ancient melody seemed to come from a temple in the past, and the purple pit viper swayed slowly with the ups and downs of the tone, looking like it was dancing.

The customs from foreign cultures fluttered in the small square of Queens, New York, like a mini...

Wait, something seems wrong.

Kunal's eyes rolled for a moment, skimming the corners of his eyes at his less loyal companion, and then the cold sweat on his forehead immediately remained.

Because he doesn't remember that the skin color of the snake was blue-purple, and even more. It has a pair of cyan wings.

"Gah!"

This was Kunal's memory, for the next moment, the purple snake suddenly grew larger, and swallowed him and his flute in one gulp.

"Ahh

After two seconds of silence, the surrounding crowd looked at the behemoth entrenched in the middle of the square, let out a terrifying scream, and then fled in all directions.

。。。

Easy to hustle.

How could it be impossible not to remember the name.

Mei Mi, who was sitting in the open-air café on the fourth floor of the mall, played with the mobile phone in her hand and observed her surroundings a little absentmindedly.

This was the person her brother Habbons had given her a focus on, and when he was still in the Second World, Habans had made a prophecy with the help of ancient magic.

He saw something and lost something, and it was at that time that he saw a vague shadow, someone who had something to do with fate, very important.

In the more popular language of the present world, it is the protagonist of the child of fate and the child of the world.

But there is no protagonist in this world, theoretically.

It's a pity that his prophecy is not strong, he sees a lot of vague and useless things, and even the figure of the Child of Destiny is far more than one.

Unable to comprehend all this, Habbens decided to continue believing as prophesied, and he found Yi Huan and some other people who seemed to be more important.

But nothing happened.

But since it is fate, there will be a day sooner or later, and what they do is to prepare and wait.

As a guy that Yi Huan, Mei Mi personally came into contact with, she was still quite impressed, after all, the two of them met Eve together, this ancient and terrifying existence.

Until now, there has been no stronger thing than Eve in the new humans, uh. If not counting the latest superheroes to appear in the news.

It's a pity that Yi Huan disappeared later, even if he entered the second world, it shouldn't have been so long, and Mei Mi felt that he either died in the second world, or died in the second world because of what happened to Eve.

They're all dead anyway.

But I didn't expect that after such a long time, he suddenly got in touch, and it was unilaterally and came directly to him.

Although the place where Habans and Memmy and the others are resident is not extremely hidden, it is not lax, and the multiple protective magic makes it impossible for ordinary people to find this place at all, and all the procedures are done with magic, and no one will find any clues.

Whether it's a paper record or a web record.

But that's how the other party came to him.

After a brief discussion with Hubens, Mame decided to meet him, who was also a member of the same Source World, and no matter how bad things were, they wouldn't be any worse.

It was fifteen o'clock in the afternoon, and Mei Mi looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already more than fourteen fifty-nine o'clock, and it was about to be time.

"You're here."

Then in the next moment, when Mei Mi hadn't reacted yet, there were already two more people in the originally empty position in front of him, and Yi Huan was among them, he looked at Mei Mi with a calm gaze.