"What are you?"

The young man dressed as a hippie pointed a shotgun at Tomie and took a few steps forward and shouted, his movements and expressions all showing his nervousness, as if the other party would pull the trigger at the slightest hesitation.

The other two couples of men and women spread out in all directions, forming an arc to encircle Tomie. Only the black woman had a pistol in her hand, and she had a holster on her thigh, and she looked cautious and seemed to be very experienced, presumably a police officer. The other three were holding cold weapons such as knives and axes, and they were just looking at the situation, and they hadn't used them many times at all.

After making my initial judgment, I was completely calm. Although they are numerous, they are still in shock, and they are not very interesting in terms of athleticism. Two with guns, one for me and one for Tomie, and the rest can be slaughtered slowly, and this deal is a good deal.

The only thing to watch out for was the silent priest who stood by and was the only one in the group who remained calm and in good health. It was only when he noticed us hiding behind the door that the diamond-shaped mark on my hand began to get hot.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I don't mean anything." Tomie grabbed the two ends of the fire axe with both hands and raised it high above his head, looking like he was not resisting.

"Women?" The hippies heard it.

"That's right, woman, I'm a woman, don't shoot."

"What are you hiding there for?" The hippie asked.

"I somehow arrived at this hellish place this morning, there are monsters everywhere, and no one can see it. Later, I accidentally discovered this bomb shelter, but when I came in, I found that I was lost, I didn't follow you in, the passage behind me was full of water, it was really bad. ”

"Why don't you come out right away?"

"There are a lot of you."

Hearing this reason, the five people couldn't help but look at each other, and sent down in unison. Well done, Tomie. My crossbow was aimed at the black woman, who had kept her muzzle slightly lowered, though still vigilant. She seems to have a strong sense of justice, the kind of person who conscientiously abides by the rules, and if she is a police officer, she is a good policeman who is determined to protect the citizens.

I don't know if she's experienced cruelty here, but it doesn't seem like she's going to be bad luck with the good cop habits.

"You're dressed nicely." The hippie withdrew his gaze and raised his chin at Tomie.

"Be prepared." Tomie spun around in place: "Can you take me in?" I'm scared. What is this place? ”

"I'll have to think about it." The corners of the hippie's mouth curled: "Take off your hat and let us see what you look like." ”

Tomie didn't answer, and he didn't make any moves.

"Immediately!" The hippie's tone became stern.

Tomie put down his hands holding the axe and took off his helmet with his right hand. Everyone's eyes froze for a moment. Tomie is certainly a beauty, but she's still bald. Bald beauties are rare, either fashion models or sisters, and Tomie at this time gives people the feeling of both.

The hippie whistled lightly and lowered the muzzle of the gun.

"What's your name?"

"Tomie."

"You are welcome to join, you can find me if you have any questions, I am the head here." The hippie said, deliberately turning his body sideways, looking around at the others with a discerning gaze.

No one objected or was dissatisfied, and they had a dead face.

The hippie took the silence for approval and smiled smugly. The next moment, however, he saw the surprised expressions on the faces of the others.

"I've got you on business, chief." The voice pressed in quickly, and he only felt a huge object rushing towards his shoulder.

Tomie crossed the distance of three meters in one step. The hippie was about to turn around and raise her gun when she fanned the muzzle of the gun with the side of her axe. Tomie rushed into the hippie's arms and slammed into the wall in front of him like a mad cow.

Those people only felt a strong wind blowing around them, and before they could make a move, the two figures that overlapped together had already rushed out.

The black woman reacted and turned around to shoot, when I premeditated the crossbow arrow. A slight sharp sound of breaking wind hit her shoulder, and arrows came out of front of her. She screamed, and although she instinctively clutched the pistol, she couldn't lift her arm anymore, let alone pull the trigger.

Well, the gun is scrapped. There's no guilt of hurting others, I just think about it. As an honor student in peacetime, he is not afraid of corpses, and he can calmly hurt others, and he also smokes, which is really strange.

The unexpected attack made the remaining three people stunned for a moment, like frightened rabbits, discarding the black women who were kneeling on the ground and screaming, and scattered, for fear of harming the pond fish, and had no intention of coming forward to rescue them.

The hippie's body hunched like a shrimp, slammed into the wall and fell down, the shotgun slid out of his hand, and he almost couldn't get up. Tomie didn't cut off his head, but just stomped his gun hand to the ground, and the hippie suddenly howled.

"Fingers, fingers, me, my hands ......"

"It's a greeting, chief." Tomie said nonchalantly, screwing his shoes a few times.

The hippie succumbed to her feet and curled up to cry bitterly, and when Tomie let go of his foot, his five fingers were shaped like mud, all broken and twisted.

Everyone was stunned by the misery of the hippies, and all that was left on their faces was fear. The black woman shuddered and switched her pistol and raised it towards Tomie, seemingly forgetting that she was being attacked from behind.

So I reminded her and pressed the revolver against her head.

"Don't be nervous, just say hello."

These people have been repeatedly attracted by Tomie's big moves, and they don't know that I have come to them. From the beginning to the end, I focused most of my attention on the priest, who seemed indifferent to his own tragedy, and his gaze had been on me from the moment I came out, with a sense of scrutiny, but without fear.

That's not a good thing.

When the bad guys aren't scared, the good days of the bad guys come to an end.

So I chose to point a crossbow with a crossbow loaded with arrows pointed at him.

Until Tomie picked up the shotgun dropped by the hippie from the ground, the remaining three were completely calmed and did not dare to move.

Tomie ignored the hippie and went up to the black woman and grabbed her pistol.

"Glock." Tomie chuckled and shook his head: "Ah Chuan, let her go." ”,

I pulled the revolver back behind my waist. Anyway, there are no bullets, it's just a fox and a fake tiger, and if you can, you don't need it, it's not good to be recognized.

"Everybody stand up." Tomie said, pointing to where the hippie was.

Everyone, including the priests, was driven to stand beside the hippies. The hippie finally got up from the ground, grabbed his wrist, and his body trembled with pain and fear. Except for the priest, who still had an indifferent expression, the rest of them were terrified.

"No, don't kill me." The burgundy-haired young woman hugged her shoulders, her eyes shivering, tears falling from her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, we won't kill people casually." I tried to keep my voice as soft as I could.

The black women glared at me with cannibalistic eyes, and I ignored them. Her right shoulder couldn't move for a while, but it didn't bleed much, and I didn't use the arrow that opened the blood groove.

Tomie stepped forward and put his axe on the ground.

"So, let's introduce myself. My name is Tomie, and my student's name is Takagawa. Tomie said in a voice that didn't fluctuate much, "I don't need to know who you are, I just need information about this ghost place?" ”

"Here?" The middle-aged man in the suit asked cautiously.

"All, Doomsday Vision, and here." Tomie said word by word.

"Will you let us go when you tell you?" Another casually dressed young man who had not spoken all this time said.

"Yes."

"How long have you been in?" The priest spoke suddenly.

Tomie and I looked at each other, and I nodded. This priest is informative and gives people a good impression, and I think we should tell the truth. The rest is Tomie's judgment. She majored in psychology and was an adult, so she had a lot more experience with people than I did.

"One night."

"Then you should ask what the mark of your left hand is, child."

The priest looked directly at me as he spoke.