Memoirs, gluttonous feasts, one of them - a year ago...

"Today's night is extraordinarily quiet..."

I don't know who said this to the dark sky.

Looking up, this street is blinded by black lights, not only is this street blackly lit, but there is no one in this area who can turn on the lights.

There was no moonlight in the sky, and if you looked closely, you could see that it was not a dark night sky covered with dark clouds.

Someone gently lifted up the white sleeve of his shirt that covered his wrist, and wore a slightly worn watch on his wrist, and the second hand was moving, ticking lightly, and the hour and minute hands pointed to "7" and "4".

At 7:20 a.m., the streets were deserted.

The shop doors on both sides of the road were opened, the street lights were extinguished, there was no light on the street, and there was no breath of living people.

In people's memory, the doors of past shops and the billboards on the streets will show their own characteristics in the dark night, LED lights and large LCD screens that can be seen around the corner with the surging flow of people to symbolize their own heat.

But now it's a dead silence...

Are there any more words to describe the dead silence of this region?

"Welcome..."

"Let's pack cigarettes." Outside the door of the convenience store, a man dressed in a black and red robe walked in, carrying a large black box with gold trim, which was several times larger than the Dock box and technology box in the white deacon's hand.

The man glanced at the goods on the shelves and said casually, "Yellow Crane Tower." ”

"35 pieces." The teller at the convenience store picked up a pack of cigarettes from the locker and handed it to the man.

"Why stay here?" The man picked up the cigarette and put it in his pocket, looking up at the cashier girl in charge in front of him.

The other party didn't know what he meant, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Didn't you get noticed? There will be personnel to do prevention in a while, don't you leave? The man asked her.

"Oh, oh, I'll be gone in a minute." The girl didn't know about it.

"Oh." The man nodded, picked up his suitcase, turned and walked towards the door, and just as he was about to push open the glass door, he threw the box in his hand towards the cashier girl!

In the face of the flying box, the other party dodged sideways quickly and quickly, but because the space was too small, her body also hit the item shelf behind her after dodging.

The man still had his back to her, and he had long expected the scene in his back, "Don't hide, it's useless to hide!" ”

Immediately, the thrown box revealed the logo of the World Congress, and automatically unfolded on the ground, and after unfolding, the box was divided into several devices and flew up and floated in the air.

"ICDR organization?" The other party was shocked when she saw this device, she didn't expect that the person in front of her was actually the white butler in the ICDR organization who specializes in fighting against cannibalization.

"No, I'm not affiliated with the ICDR organization." The man reached out and took out another pack of old cigarettes from his other pocket, took one out of the box and put it in his mouth, "I belong to the World Council!" ”

Hearing that the other party had to reveal her full face, her black bloody eyes stared at the man in front of her in a long robe, she roared and showed her source of cannibalization, and stabbed at the man's back.

Just as the sharp cannibalization source was about to touch the other party, it stopped, and was cut into several pieces, and the severed cannibal seed spurted blood, and before the nibbalizer could scream, a cold blade pierced her abdomen in the next second!

"I belong to the owner—" The man deliberately said his own words halfway, and by the way, he took out the lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

took advantage of the effort of lighting a cigarette, and the back of the cannibalized seed has been seriously injured by his device.

It's the device that was thrown out...

But what's the use of reacting now? Another sharp blade flashed out, and when it unexpectedly slashed at the neck of the female nibder, it stopped moving.

"A world meeting with absolute justice!" He turned his head, and the afterglow of killing intent fell on the nibbalizing seed.

"My name is God's oath, and you can call me a 'black henchman'." As soon as the words fell, the head of the nibbling seed rolled to the ground like a leather ball, and this roll rolled to the feet of the oath.

God swore to step on this skull, and his eyes were just right to look at him so vacantly.

"If you live to see me."

But he didn't seem to be surprised by this, flicked the cigarette ash, and subconsciously glanced inside, and through the crack in the door that had not yet been covered, he could just see what was in the storeroom.

With a wave of his hand, the device floating above him came to his hand, and folded and folded over his forearm to transform into a sharp blade.

He gently pushed the door, but the moment he pushed the door, a black shadow swooped out!

The speed of that thing was fast, but the speed of the divine oath was faster than him, and almost at the moment when others didn't react, the oncoming thing was cut in half by him! Then adjust the posture and throw it in one direction, and the blade on the forearm stabs out towards that position!

Only the sound of flesh being pierced, in the darkness, there was no movement from that position.

The oath found the light switch, turned on the light and saw the various couriers placed on the cabinet, and looked at the sight, on the ground, surrounded by shocking blood, in that perspective there was a male nidal species that had been pierced through the throat by a blade, and a nibble on the ground that had been cut in half to resemble a fish's tail.

It was the fishtail that had just attacked him in the dark.

The male niniver had been pierced in the throat by the blade of the Oath, coughing up blood in his mouth, but he didn't die immediately, he was still gasping for air.

He stared blankly at the oath in front of him, his eyes flickered, and the oath recognized that this was a cannibal seed that had not yet fully grown, and that his own nature had not even been activated.

"It's just a B-class and a C-class cannibal, and you don't even need to recite the Bible to kill you!" The oath glanced at it, his face expressionless.

The niver wanted to say something but couldn't, because his vocal cords had been cut off by the blade, and he wouldn't have lived so long if it weren't for the life force of the niniver, but this level of injury could not be healed, which meant that he was also dead.

There were tears in his eyes, but he didn't want to understand what the tears represented, and he didn't even want to look at this monster head-on, and as soon as he raised the blade of his hand, it automatically returned to his hand, and blood gushed out from the blood hole that followed him, and the nidder fell to the ground and twitched twice before it moved.

In addition to the two cannibalized seeds that were cut off by themselves, there was also a person who was gnawed inside, and looked carefully at the rest of the body that was not gnawed, this should be a woman, it seems to be the owner of a convenience store...

He was not killed by a single blow, there was a strong rope tied to his wrist, there were obvious signs of struggle under the rope, and the broken flesh did not have the lower body, but instead was an iron plate filled with blood, allowing the blood on the flesh to drip into the iron plate...

After a simple glance, I felt that this was very cruel, and at the same time, I felt that this person was quite aggrieved to die...

It may be that he was in captivity, or he may have received the news that the inner world would be encircled and suppressed and fled for his life.

But... Never mind...

Thinking of this, God Oath turned around and walked out, glanced at the cigarettes on the shelf, picked up a few packs of different brands and stuffed them into his pocket, threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth and continued the second one...

The communicator in his pocket rang at this moment, but he didn't answer, and walked out of the door, staring at the sky covered with dark clouds above him in thought.

It's going to rain...

I don't know whose muttering it is.