"Found it, there's only one target...... Severely injured as a result of being trapped in a "black and white camera". Currently, he is hiding in a general supermarket.

Huang Ying, who completely controls the brain of the "clone", also connects to the control network created by the "photographer" and transmits false information to the photographer himself.

In the camera space, injuries are inevitable.

The completely annoyed "photographer" did not suspect the message from his own clone at all, and since there was only one person and he was injured, the photographer naturally rushed to the scene alone, and had to break this person into pieces.

The [comprehensive supermarket] set up in the shopping street of the North District occupies a huge area, with more than 5,000 students every day.

The reason why Lu Ran chose the battle area here was because it was spacious, and it was also because of the large number of bunkers set up.

Bang!

The iron bar door of the supermarket was forcibly broken open by physical force, and the "photographer" himself arrived.

"Ahem......"

The cough echoed here.

"Where's the person?"

A soft, hoarse voice came from the photographer's mouth, and the anger hidden in his words could be heard.

"Follow me...... He is so badly injured that he doesn't even have the strength to escape, and is currently trapped in the middle of the supermarket! ”

"Well done."

The "photographer" had already smelled the smell of human flesh coming from the supermarket center.

In the process of moving, the fingers of the whole body 'snapped', and the body twitched faintly...... A dozen cruel torture methods had been conceived in his mind, and the radio in the supermarket had automatically played Schubert's "The Demon King".

The "black and white camera" is too important to him.

It is not only his killer feature, but also a "split", and at the same time a necessity for him to create art...... Even when chased by the Paranormal trapped in the Art Academy, he decided to torture the guy who destroyed the camera to the point of being inhuman, and then consider escaping.

The controlled female photographer led the "photographer" into the supermarket and came to the center.

A sack of burlap resembling a human body was thrown on the ground, with black filaments stuck to it all around, rendering it immobile.

Smelling the smell of human flesh, the "photographer" hurriedly stepped forward to untie the sack.

It's just that...... What was dragged out of the sack was nothing more than a dead pig wrapped in warm human skin.

"Hmm!"

At this moment, the female photographer jumped directly on the body of the "photographer" and blew herself up!

The 'braised pork and black buckwheat noodles' that had just come out of the pot were completely knocked over by the new mosaic chef on the "photographer".

At the same time, a fire suddenly floated in the bedding sales area of the [general supermarket], and all these fabrics were ignited in an instant.

The flames spread so quickly that the supermarket was full of flammable materials...... The shelves were gradually ignited, and the darkened supermarket was completely illuminated by flames.

…………

At the same time.

Just as the "photographer" was attacked by self-detonation, the 'photographic replica', which roamed other areas of the shopping street, immediately crawled frantically towards the general supermarket.

Suddenly, the lights in the entire shopping street came back on, as if the power had been restored.

The grass that grows in the green belt grows wildly, growing hundreds of tough vines, pinpointing the photographer as he moves towards the supermarket.

Syllable!

The clones are all bound by vines, and it is difficult to move an inch.

The three staff members of the office lurking in the [shopping area] appeared together.

"Little bones, do you dare to kill more than one person?" Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, the blonde Stephen punches a trapped photographer in an instant.

The small bones of the dual-wielding bone blade are no less impressive, slicing off the clone's skull with one slash, and blasting the head of the other clone with a bone spur shot from the cuff.

"Compare to compare! Tomorrow night [Shrimp King Seafood] A meal, do you dare? ”

"You, it's kind of interesting...... This kind of ordinary alien is still a little capable, but don't be killed. ”

That's a lot of money, with two people eating enough to make a six-figure bill in such a fancy restaurant...... Suddenly, a stream of white qi and a cloud of golden qi collided violently in the space, and the killing speed skyrocketed.

Photographers bound by plants can only resist in place, unable to dodge, and let others slaughter.

In just seven minutes, nearly 100 clones died......

"Twenty-one!" Little Bone honestly reported the number of kills, which didn't feel good.

"21 ......" Stephen actually gave the same number, and the two looked at each other.

"55, you two will invite me to dinner tomorrow, but I don't eat seafood...... This queen wants to eat the top steak, the steak in the Golden Bull Hotel. "Yu fry have a tsundere face.

"Hey! We didn't bet on you! ”

The three stayed outside the general supermarket and kept arguing...... In the absence of further orders, it was not possible to go to the supermarket complex that was burning.

Xiao Gu had a cooperation with Lu Ran because of the recent "Deep Contact" incident, and he had a good impression of this newcomer, so he stopped arguing and looked at the supermarket.

"Boss Yan has gone too far this time...... This "alien" was seriously injured and important props were also destroyed, but Lu Ran was only a newcomer no matter how he said it, and his physical fitness was still trapped in the "ordinary people's category". ”

"Indeed...... I don't know what the boss thinks, although the boss's special status does not allow interference in this matter...... But we can still do it. If the three of us don't provide any help, there is a good chance that this kid will die. ”

Stephen lights a cigarette and stares at the blazing supermarket.

…………

Inside a hotel on the North District shopping street.

Yan Musen, who was wearing a windbreaker and a newsboy hat, walked to the top floor, and everywhere he went, green grass grew from the corner of the wall, and the lights were restored.

Push open the wooden door of the last room and sit on the TV stand.

"Should I call [Tounu] or Miss Huang?"

"It's worthy of the [Demon Brain] in the Intermediate Bureau...... This is all for you to discover directly. ”

Just as Huang Ying said this, a "white note" fell into Yan Musen's hand, with two words clearly written on it: "Suicide".

It's just that Yan Musen didn't have any follow-up actions, folded the note, and put it in the pocket of his windbreaker.

"I'm not here for hostility, and I have nothing to do with the [Intermediate Authority]...... I just want to confirm one thing with Miss Huang. ”

"Oh, Detective Yan said to come and hear it."

Huang Ying seemed to be able to speak freely, but in fact, her back was already oozing sweat...... the word [Demon Brain] was not given at random, but came from various dark realms...... There are too many "strange" people who died in Yan Musen's hands, and they can't be counted at all.

Yan Musen asked, "Is the 'photographer' related to you or the forces behind you?" ”

"Nothing to do with it...... Also, I feel strange about the abnormal behavior of the "photographer". ”

"It's okay if it doesn't matter."

Yan Musen could accurately identify whether Huang Ying was lying, and after getting the information he wanted, he didn't listen to what Huang Ying said later, turned around and left the room.

"This guy is even more terrible than he was a hundred years ago......"

"Miss, the old slave can't deal with him alone, do you need to call someone else?"

"No, this Yan Musen is a bit interesting...... It seems that he is also investigating the great changes that have happened in the "foreign land" recently. ”

Huang Ying was a little nervous, and the 'quirks' that were completely hidden on weekdays were exposed—reaching out and scratching the back of her head, clasping a lump of rotten meat and sending it to her mouth, chewing and swallowing.