The reception hall is clean and bright, the windows and floors are clean, and there are robots on duty 24 hours a day at the reception desk.

Nance grabbed a booklet on Lesson 9 from the counter and headed to his office.

The department he served in was the Special Crime Response Section under the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Imperial Cabinet, and from the first to the ninth section, a total of nine branches were stationed in the nine states of the empire.

Each section operates independently, and the whole process of pursuit, interrogation, trial, and detention is not interfered with and supervised by the local court, council, and town hall.

As the head of Section 9, Nance is responsible for demonic crimes throughout California.

His superiors, only the Minister of the Interior, who was far away in the capital, and no local official or agency in Shin-Yokohama could intervene and order him.

The Emperor of the Earth?

Nance was a little amused.

It feels pretty good.

But when he thought of the crazy women and unknown futures that were taken in and managed here, he couldn't be happy.

Let's just say that the Miss Su I met in the morning, Nance has reason to suspect that she escaped from prison illegally while serving her sentence, and squatted on the street to steal the section chief's wallet.

Living in the same place with such a group of criminals who can't be locked up makes it feel like a man on his back!

Walking across the tiled floor, Nance made her way to her office, where she was greeted by a row of mahogany bookcases crammed with documents and files.

On a huge steel desk for the office, yellowed printer paper, a pile of manual notebooks and an old-fashioned computer are scattered.

Even Nance, an antique from the 21st century, feels like the 20th century when he sees such a room.

Throwing the pamphlet on the table and inserting the flower into the pen holder, he leaned back against the chair and stretched out his legs, looking out the window at the gloomy sky, and whispered to himself.

"Even if it's a hell start, you have to be strong, it's more important to live than anything else......"

While muttering to himself, a call suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Come and see me—"

Nance blinked.

It seems to be the voice of the Queen.

See you uncle.

It's too late to hide from you, neurosis.

Well?

Dark?

Nance's body froze suddenly, and by the time he realized the strangeness, he was already deep in a silent dark space.

It was cold on all sides, and the air was mixed with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

He stood alone, dazed.

I felt uneasy and panicked, my body couldn't move even if I wanted to, and I lost my sense as if my hands and feet were paralyzed.

The air was viscous and heavy, almost like the icy water that had stopped flowing at the bottom of the deep sea, exerting extreme pressure on him from all sides, making his eardrums buzz.

An indescribable sense of fear spread in his heart, and Nance subconsciously took a few steps back. In the dark, I felt a hard vertical plane on my back, a wall.

With his back against something solid, he finally had a little bottom, and he said to himself: Be calm and think about it slowly.

This space must have been created by the Demon Queen, and he was completely unable to fight against it.

If she wanted to kill, no matter how much he struggled, it would only increase the excitement of the hunter......

Nance closed his eyes and closed his eyes.

I took a few deep and long breaths repeatedly.

During this time, his ears rang with a murmur that was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes seductive, sometimes hysterical.

"Come here......"

"Don't you want to see me......"

"I'm right in front of me, why did you stop......"

It was clear that these demon whispers were completely unfamiliar, and Nance had never heard them, but he understood them.

Following the demon's guidance, he groped his way through the darkness and slowly walked to the right, stepping into the air.

Only then did he realize that there was an additional downward staircase in front of him, and a rush of water pushed him staggering down behind him.

The darkness stretches endlessly.

I'm afraid I'm not going to go all the way to hell...... Nance couldn't help but be pessimistic about the fact that once he reached Hell, he would never be able to return to the surface.

The steps continued to descend, and soon a diffused gray mist came into view, blurry and boundless.

In these gray fogs, he saw some shining things, pictures one after another.

Ximena, dressed in a bright red nightdress, looked at him with obsessive eyes and burrowed into his bed.

The light poured in through the blinds, illuminating the caress before the clouds and rain, and the two lay in their arms.

She is charming and intends to speak sweetly to him and make him enter the Paradise of Paradise.

"What's going on...... this?"

Nance was stunned.

He could see very clearly that the woman was indeed Ximena.

That incomparably wonderful demon face, red and blue eyes, he couldn't be mistaken.

The image is still flashing.

In the gray mist, he lightly stripped off her clothes and praised every part of her body. But then he became angry again, grabbed her neck with both hands, and his expression was hideous: "Why do you look down on me and die-"

She raised her hand slightly, tapping it on his brow.

"Bang-"

His head exploded.

The gray mist flows, and the picture is shattered.

Burning wizard castles, Victorian steamships, steel torrents in World War II, the shimmering skyline of Manhattan; The utter chaos of space-time turned into countless light particles, sputtering out in all directions.

It's the same as Interstellar...... Nance couldn't open his eyes at all, so he could only close his eyes and gasp for air.

After an unknown amount of time, the eyelids could barely feel the presence of the light, and Nance opened his eyes tremblingly.

The steps underfoot, at some point, were covered with a layer of wet slime, and there was a hidden terror that lurked ominously.

Deep down the steps, a strange shout came from somewhere undecided.

It was a confused whisper, a voice that could only be associated with a creature, with a proper imagination.

Nance felt that his head was about to burst, and it hurt like he had been hammered by something.

Afraid?

Fear.

The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

Nance is now the real thing.

All the pores on his body were exposed in the darkness, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into a cage full of poisonous snakes. The eerie darkness caused the smell of blood to float around him, and the viper writhed so quickly that he couldn't even sense the danger.

In the gray mist that flowed like water, a small light suddenly came from below.

The light flickered far away.

It was like the glimmer of light that had crept into the room through several layers of window screens in the morning.

Nance held his hand on the wall and headed towards the light.

In the darker depths, the small glimmer of light magnified infinitely in his eyes...... It seemed to be a light flashing from the depths of the pupils of some giant creature.

As soon as he met this eye, Nance felt that his soul was about to be absorbed, and the fear of the giant was pulled to the extreme, and the hopeless prostration instantly captured him.

Words can't describe what kind of creature it was, and no words can describe that ancient fear.

When the entire space under his feet was completely filled with this huge eye, all his subjective knowledge and cognition, all objective matter, energy, cosmic order, and so on, completely lost their effect in an instant, and some were just boundless nothingness.

However......

In addition to extreme fear, Nance was a little inexplicably excited and curious, and even wanted to sneak a few looks.

It's the mentality of "eh, that's weird, I'll take another look".

"Da, da, da......"

There was a crisp knocking sound from underground.

Getting closer.

Nance's shirt was already soaked with cold sweat, her throat was so dry that it was smoking, and it was difficult to swallow her saliva.

"Da, da, da......"

The other party is already close at hand.

Nance could even hear the sound of her thighs rubbing against the hem of her skirt as she walked.

As the footsteps approached, the fear in my heart miraculously weakened.

It doesn't matter.

Nance comforted herself in her heart that although Ximena was a demon, at least she was a big beauty, not as disgusting as an octopus or sarcoma...... There is no need to be afraid, just act at the opportunity, and if you are not afraid, you will not be able to resist anyway.

He leaned against one wall, his eyes closed.

The footsteps stopped.

Shimena was beside him and looked at him: "Frightened? Come on in. ”

Before he could open his eyes, Nance could sense the spatial shift from the brightness change on his eyelids.

The air was also refreshed, as if it had been transferred from a utility room full of discarded newspapers to a flower room full of sunlight and fragrance.