At night, the sun goes down, and naturally it should be dark, but it shouldn't be so dark or so depressing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bright moon and stars were covered in a thick black curtain, and the temperature that should have dropped after nightfall was not only the same, but also had an uncomfortable dullness and humidity.

Cyber rolled up and rolled up his miscellaneous clothes, his eyes wandering in search of a place to hide, preferably warm enough, as an alien tramp, it was not easy at all.

Stepping on the blind spot of the Soviet troops standing guard and patrolling back and forth, Cyber finally set his sights on the back door of a pastry shop, to be precise, the window next to the back door, maybe the owner felt that there was nothing worthy of the thief's attention in the store, or maybe it was just simple carelessness, the window plug was not plugged in.

After looking left and right for a while, making sure that no one noticed this dark corner in this alleyway, and also making sure that no one was active in the house, Cyber pushed open the window, turned over into the house, closed the window, and completed it in an instant, which was really ...... [Okay, the sudden joke ends here]

As soon as I came in, I smelled the fragrance of the flatbread, the oil and grain of the flatbread, and the fat of the barbecue...... It's a pity that it's so dark that he can barely see his fingers, and Cyber can only carefully grope around.

There is a reason why they don't dare to turn on the lights, starting this afternoon, those Soviet soldiers suddenly have a gloomy face like a dead father, not only the roadside homeless people like Cyber were almost interrogated at gunpoint, but also a group of soldiers walking around knocking on the door, Cyber Ke didn't want to turn on the lights at all, attracting those Soviet soldiers who had eaten gunpowder.

The owner didn't lock up the food, and when Cyber lifted the balsa wooden lid in the dark, the rich smell of the cake didn't come to his face, but it also clearly told him that there was something to eat!

With the first one, there will soon be a second one, one hand flatbread, the other hand barbecue, although it has been cold, but as a homeless man, Cyber is not picky about food, he just sits in the dark, a bite of bread, a mouthful of meat, savoring another free meal, extraordinarily delicious......

"Click!" the door lock popped open, and the half-bitten piece of barbecue that Cyber was biting instantly detached from his lips and teeth, and after taking some studded crumbs, he was stuffed into his arms along with the half-bitten piece of cake.

The door opens, the lights come on, and the footsteps stride in...... It was too late to open the window and escape, so Cyber rolled up, tucked his legs, sat up, and got into several large iron buckets that stored water, and as the footsteps quickly approached, Cyber's heart beat faster and faster.

The sound of footsteps stopped after stepping into the messy area of baskets, pans, and pans, raw and cooked food, followed by the sound of metal utensils gently colliding, and the cold hairs of the cyber stood on end—the real cold hairs exploded!

When Cyber's eyes couldn't help but sneak a glance towards the source of the sound, several fresh human bones that had not been peeled clean and still had a little flesh and skin came into his eyes, and the hollow eye sockets seemed to be still staring at Cyber......

Before his stomach churned and turned into vomiting, Cyber withdrew his gaze and endured the double torture of being creepy and nauseous to keep himself quiet, so as to avoid the disaster of being chopped off from the initial fear.

Fortunately, the rummaging movement did not last long, and the chubby shopkeeper turned away, turned off the lights, went out, and locked ...... Saibo was relieved until he confirmed that the shopkeeper would not go and returned: "Wow...... ...... vomit"

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"Boom...... Click!" thunder, lightning.

The depression that seemed to have lasted for a long time was swept away by the sudden wind, along with the cigarette butt that Solo Enko threw out of the window.

"Whoa...... ......"Torrential rain, pouring down.

It was as if there was a huge bathtub pouring water from the sky, and Solo Nko was slapped in the face just by leaning against the window, and the open-air shelves and the like outside were washed to the ground by a rare torrential rain, and they rattled in the rain.

It was a heavy rain, and it was hard to say whether it was a good thing or a bad thing in Afghanistan, where there was little rain and dryness, but it was a good thing for Solo Nko, because the violent sound of the rain and the thunder of lightning allowed him to knock on the table as much as he could.

The simple broken code is not communicated to anyone, but a habit of thinking and strengthening memory by Solo Enko, and although his mentor repeatedly told him that it is not a good habit, he always likes to use it to think and remember when it is inconvenient to keep notes.

A work card was placed on the table, a small avatar looked like him, and a few simple lines represented the power to enter the municipality, and in order to obtain this power, Solo Enko spent four years in hiding, and his black hair was dyed for four years, so that he forgot his beautiful blonde hair for a while.

'All for the UK...... Solo Nko touched his hairline, which had been poisoned by chemicals for a long time, and sorted out the information for the recent period......

"Bang!"

Solo Enko's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the sound was directly above him, and it sounded like either the couple upstairs were wrestling, or their big closet had collapsed - screaming!

The very rapid and short scream, a little faint in the thunderstorm, made Solo Enko not sure if he had heard it wrong, but then, out of the corner of his eye, the head in free fall outside the window, affirmed Solo Enko's hearing.

He stood up, paced lightly to the window, and glanced out into the dark night, but this glance made him stunned: in the small pharmacy diagonally opposite, the door was opened, and in the oblique light, a figure shrouded in black robes walked out, and more conspicuously, the axe he carried!

A piece of information that had previously been labeled by Solo Nko as uncertain came up, or that he had seen with his own eyes, "the black-robed man walking in Kandahar", which he thought was some kind of emerging sect branch...... Now it seems like a big mistake!

However, it was no longer time to delve into the details of the black-robed men, for Solo Nko had already heard a knock on the next room, and footsteps were coming towards his door.

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It's like something incredible has been cultivated.

Chu Man looked at Dana, who was as quiet as a porcelain doll, and was indeed a little surprised by how quickly she changed.

At the beginning, this little girl he picked up at random was no different from an ordinary child, and she couldn't even watch the dissection, so she was directly scared and cried.

But from the moment she made the first sacrifice with her own hands, no, from the time she made the sacrifice with her own hands, she quickly got into a state of being, perfect as if an invisible hand was manipulating her and reshaping her.

Although Chu Man was not disgusted by this happening, on the other hand, there was a subtle sense of satisfaction in watching that little poor girl grow rapidly to the point where she indifferently decided the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people in such a short period of time.

And, in essence, the benefits were received: the book in sight was opened again, pages two, three, four......