Chapter Fifty-Seven: You're Dead!

"Alex, is everything alright?" Gu Beijing walked into the house, took off his thick leather coat, and poured himself a glass of wine. The pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info followed by the heroine Styla.

Alex, who was sitting in the living room watching a talk show, replied casually, "Not bad." Everything that needs to be prepared is ready. By the way, I've already eaten it before, and I'm sorry I didn't leave anything for you. ”

Having said that, there was no apology in Alex's tone. As he stared at the talk show on the TV screen, he quickly turned a sharp short blade with his fingers, and his voice was full of laziness after a full meal.

"Gu, I just prepared some food, how about black pepper beef? There are also some Moscow red sausages and bread. Eat as much as you want. Anna poked her little head out of the kitchen, giving people a timid feeling, as if she was worried that Gu Beijing was dissatisfied with the food. Sorry, I won't do anything else. ”

Gu Beijing nodded, "Oh, it's already good." Let's eat first. I always had a bad feeling that I had run into a monster with Sistilla outside. ”

"Monsters? Are you talking nonsense after drinking too much? Alex's tone was a little weird. He knew that this was a vampire, but he had to keep the show going, otherwise it would probably ruin the purpose that the two had already achieved to take advantage of the situation.

Styra's face was torn, and the vampire had already given her three views a hard blow, leaving them teetering. But seeing it with her own eyes made her unable to deny this fact at all. "That's right, Alex. There are indeed monsters. He ran as fast as a car, and with a lot of strength. However, he was run over by the car several times in a row and should have died. Yes, he's dead. ”

That being said, even Stella herself didn't quite believe it. How easily would a terrifyingly powerful monster die? Although reason told her that no one could survive the continuous crushing of the car, was that kind of thing really human?

That's right, it's a monster, a monster in human skin. That kind of monster is definitely not something that can be killed by running over a car. No, you have to inform the people in the town as soon as possible. That monster is likely to come to town and pose a threat to everyone's lives.

Worried, Sitila pulls out her phone and immediately calls her husband, Eben, the town's sheriff.

However, Eben scoffed at this: "What nonsense are you talking about? Is it that the aunt sucks too much? Or is your mental stress high enough for you to hallucinate? I know something went wrong between us. We need to talk about it too, but that doesn't mean you can play such a nasty joke on me. ”

"You...... Unreasonable. Styra was also angry at Eben's answer, hung up the phone, and began to inform others. No matter how unrealistic it sounds, and how many people will think she's just joking, her efforts will not be in vain if she does her duty to let the townsfolk know that they are likely to be in danger, even if only one believes in it, and survives because of it.

Eben opened his mouth to say something, only to find that the phone had already hung up. Frustrated, Eben had no choice but to throw his phone aside and concentrate on driving. He wouldn't mind having a good joke with Steela, but after sunset, all the Alaskan Malamutes in the town were killed in an unusually cruel way, and he had to find the killer and give an account to the victim. It took so much of his energy that he didn't have the strength to joke anymore.

After parking the car cleanly, Eben walked into his shop, only to see a middle-aged man with a pale face and yellow teeth splashing in the store. An agitated Aben grabbed the baseball bat he had and held it at him, then untied the handcuffs around his waist, handcuffed his hands firmly, and escorted him into a car with his brother and dumped him into the detention cell of the town police station.

"Brother, have you heard? It seems that a monster with a very fast speed and a strong body has arrived in the town. We should rule the townsfolk to prepare their weapons and close their doors and windows to reduce the chance of damage, right? ”

"Did Styla tell you? Do you believe that? Your IQ is already inferior to that of a primary school student? Even elementary school students know that this kind of creature that completely transcends ordinary people can only exist in fantasy stories. Ben locked the iron door of the detention room with a blank face, and looked at the middle-aged man who collapsed to the ground like mud through the iron railing, his eyes full of disdain.

"It looks very strong, but I didn't expect that it was actually a sick ghost, with this kind of physical fitness, you still dare to come to eat the overlord meal?"

To Eben's contempt, the middle-aged man imprisoned in the bars only responded with a defiant expression and a look of pity for the dead.

Even you dare to look down on me? You homeless man who has wandered into town from nowhere. I'm going to have to let you know who's the boss here.

Eben clenched his fists, his face contorted, and his baton, and he was about to open the cell door to teach this middle-aged sick tuberculosis ghost a lesson. At this time, Eben's mother suddenly spoke: "Eben, what are you going to do?" ”

"No, nothing." Eben twitched, dropped his baton, and sat down in his chair and lit a cigarette sullenly.

The middle-aged man, who looked sickly pale and seemed to die at any moment, laughed maniacally: "You are going to die." You're dead. ”

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"Try it, hopefully to your taste." Styra and Anna each carried two plates and put them on the dining table, and Gu Beijing, who was watching, raised her eyebrows again and again.

"Wow, you can make such a rich dinner in such a short time."

"It's just a matter of processing the existing ingredients. It's nothing. Stila smiled, filled herself with some mashed potatoes, inserted a piece of black pepper beef, and ate it in small bites.

Gu Beijing took a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing a few times. "Well, I'm more concerned about how much food I have left than this, and whether I can hold on until the end of this polar night."

"Don't worry. I'm definitely not going to starve. Alex lit a cigar, smoked, and joked: "Your words, not necessarily, but there should be no problem." But ......"

His tone suddenly became serious: "Don't forget that we just spent a lot of food, and even if I urgently purchase a batch back, you may inevitably have to nibble on canned food and instant hot food for a while." ”

"Where's the flashlight? Is it equipped? And what about candles? Are they enough? ”

"I have three flashlights, and some batteries. There really isn't such a thing as a candle. You can rest assured, there will never be a power outage. ”

"I also have a flashlight, and I've got some candles just in case."

"I sincerely wish our distinguished guest to enjoy this brightly lit stage and enjoy my first great gift to him."

PS: Late......