Ordinary mercenaries are the common people who live in mixed apartments, and even the richest can barely own a small building of their own ownership - but most of the mercenaries who have mixed up to this level are ready to wash their hands and do not dry, there is no way, compared to the life of licking blood from the knife, there is no one who does not want to live an ordinary but stable life - even if you have to make a living by pushing a small cart and selling groceries for the rest of your life.

In the eyes of most of the mercenaries who are still struggling with their busy daily tasks, Curt is considered lucky. When he arrived in the city three years ago, he used his meager savings to buy a dilapidated two-story building in a civilian area.

At that time, Curt wondered why the building was sold so cheaply, so he took the initiative to inquire with the owner. After several inquiries, the owner reluctantly told Sù Curt that many people had died in the building before, and the surrounding residents felt that the building was very ominous, so the price was so low.

Curt, who knew the truth, didn't hesitate to move in. When asked about him, he replied, "It doesn't matter if it's dead or not, as long as it's cheap." ”

At least nothing happened in the past three years, and Curt gradually got acquainted with the surrounding residents. And apart from being a little far from his place of work, Curt was not dissatisfied.

So now he's on his way home.

At night, the main street of Catrice is as busy as daytime with well-fed people strolling along the streets, vendors pushing carts hawking along the streets, and families happily strolling through the shops.

The lights are bright, and the singing and dancing are leveling. Glamour is the veil of the big city.

From the central plaza where the South Wind Tavern is located, it is not a short distance from the civilian area, and in order to be faster, Curt walked through the back streets and alleys that he often walked.

But now the backstreet where Curt walks reveals a bewitching atmosphere that is different from that of daytime.

"Do you need warmth, sir?"

Standing not far from the corner of the street, a woman wearing heavy makeup and scantily clad saw Curt coming, so she walked up quickly to talk to Curt, and deliberately made a gesture to emphasize the curves of her body. The dress on her body was just right to block all the parts that shouldn't be exposed, and the skin looming under the hollowed out parts couldn't help but make people think about it.

There was no doubt that the woman was a prostitute.

"No, thank you... I think it's warm enough. ”

Curt said with a smile, then took out a few banknotes from his purse and handed them to the woman.

"You're the most incomprehensible mercenary I've ever seen in my life. The woman scolded with a smile, and then took the money from Curt in an overly affectionate gesture. After a little nodding, a bewitching smile appeared on her face again, "But it's also the most generous I've ever seen." ”

Curt's face did not change: "Thank you for the compliment, can you help me pay attention to the recent rumors?"

In addition to doing those "relaxing" jobs, prostitutes are also easily exposed to the gossip circulating on the streets and alleys outside of work.

"Sue you at the same time next week?"

Curt had already spent money on intelligence more than once, and the information he got back was good and bad, but in general it paid for itself.

"That's right. ”

So he nodded as usual.

"Oh, you're a mercenary. Forget it, it's good to make money, and the rest is my business. ”

Mutually beneficial things are good for everyone - for those who need money, such work is much easier than normal work. Sneering, the scantily clad woman returned to the corner where she had been, looking around at passers-by who might be taking care of work.

"As long as there's something interesting to help me pay attention for a while. ”

She was about to beckon to work, but Curt didn't have the heart to say anything, so he said a few words casually, and continued along the path to his own city.

Each sub-district of the city is connected by several gates, which are guarded at night to prevent any suspicious people from infiltrating the city and causing a bad impact. When the clock rings in the middle of the night, these gates are closed until early in the morning.

In fact, each subdivision of the city has corresponding daily life facilities that are open to nearby residents, so there will be no inconvenience in life. There will be no residents who are bored and wandering around living quarters that don't belong to them - it's all looking for trouble.

Continuing on, there was a high wall that stretched horizontally, separating the areas of the city, the only gate was like the fangs of a beast in the night, and several well-dressed city guards stood on the side of the gate, chatting a little lazily, and they saw Curt nodding his head and saying hello.

Behind the black iron gate that looks like a monster's maw, you can see a large array of buildings, most of which are made of relatively cheap white simple stone, with the occasional few houses made of wood. Although the buildings are quite old, at least they are not too strong to be blown over by the wind.

Curt's home is not far away.

"Yo, Curt, you're back. Would you like to buy something?"

As soon as he walked into the gate of the civilian area, he was greeted by the familiar street bakery manager.

"Fill me with ten puffs. ”

Curt took out the corresponding payment from his wallet and handed it to the boss.

"Okay, wait a minute. ”

The boss who took the money smiled, and he filled ten puffs from the counter and handed them to Curt.

"Thank you for taking care of the business, ah, yes. ”

As he spoke, he took out another large piece wrapped in brown paper and stuffed it into Curt's hand.

"This is a new product that comes with it, take it back and give it to Lizzie to try!"

Curt, who took the goods, thanked him and turned to his small building.

In this mostly single-family neighborhood, the boxy building has the feel of standing out from the crowd - the façade is covered with creeping plants made of rare patterned rock. The roof is also adorned with thorny cornices, and the glass windows are gray, like Curt's own eyes.

According to the old people who live here, these old buildings in the outermost part of the neighborhood seem to be one of the oldest buildings in the city, and with the exhibition of the times, these things that cannot keep up with the progress of the city are gradually abandoned, forgotten, and finally crushed by the wheel of history.

The house that Curt lives in now was built by some loan shark who made money - but on the night his family moved in, a gang of robbers ransacked it... The next day, when the crowd appeared, there was not a single living person left in the house.

Then there were all the rumors, all the far-fetched - but Curt didn't bother with it anyway, and nothing happened in all these years, so it was gradually forgotten.

Crunch――

With the grinding sound of the wooden door screaming, Curt stepped into his home.

"I'm back. ”

No one responded to his greeting. There was silence in the house, and it didn't look like anyone was there at all. None of the lights seemed to be turned on, and it was dark in the house. There was a familiar smell in the air, but it should only be smelled when Curt was working—the sweetness of undried blood.

Xun unscrewed the lamp by the door with his backhand, and greeted him only... Blood, blood, blood....

Curt remembers that he had cleaned the hallway before leaving the house in the morning, but now it was occupied by flesh and corpses, and it smelled of sticky rust.

In the room illuminated by the light, the first thing Curt saw was the girl lying in a pool of blood.

The girl is very thin, and she can almost be said to be "skinny". Her slender limbs and thin cheeks seemed to tell of her lack of nutrition. The girl's face was unhealthy, and perhaps even the beggars who were begging in the streets had more meat than her.

The girl was very white, not the kind of healthy white tenderness, but the pale and weak lack of blood, and the pale skin revealed an unhealthy and miserable blue color, and even the head was like a dead frost grass, dry and withered. It was as if life and vitality had flowed out of her body along with those half-dried dead blood.

The girl was very red, and a sharp object had carved a scar on her slender neck that almost cut her neck, and a large amount of blood seemed to flow from it. Her thin body, which had been covered with a pitch-black robe, now looked like a scattered shroud, soaked in dark red blood.

No matter how you look at it, the girl lying on her back in the foyer is dead and can't die anymore. The limb was tainted by his own blood, and turned to an abnormal angle, like a puppet that had been maliciously damaged, and could no longer dance. On his blood-stained face, his eyes as hollow as frosted glass beads stared blankly into the void.

"Uh..."

Curt let out a grief in his throat. The already sick face looked even more ugly.

Indeed, the first thing I saw when I got home was my sister's tragic death, and no one would have a good look on their face, right?

But there was no shock, no anger, no fear on Curt's face - the expression on Curt's face at this time was completely helpless and headache welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"What is the way to die this time?"

He looked like he couldn't laugh and asked about the "corpse" of the girl who fell to the ground.

"This is the corpse of a girl who was deceived by a gangster disguised as a brother who went home, opened the door happily, but now lured the wolf into the house and was finally killed by a miserable humiliation. ”

I don't know where an eerie and miserable voice sounded, constantly echoing in the void.

The corners of Curt's mouth twitched sharply, "Do you think I should apologize now... Even if a gangster does come in, you'll be scared to pee your pants like this, right?"

Crunch-crun

The "corpse" on the ground began to writhe strangely, the reversed joints swayed like spider legs, and the almost severed head staggered to stand up.

Bang-poof-smack-

The blood that had almost dried up on the ground was inexplicably infused with life and vitality, like impure black mud, foul smell, and filth. They slowly and adherently joined along with the corpses that began to "agitate", leaving a disgusting scarlet mark on the floor.

Then there is a high-pitched shout: "Bear my grudge! I'm going to eat your brain!"

With the girl's scream, the girl's "corpse" staggered up, her limbs were still awkwardly placed, and her head was tilted to the side.

"Speaking of eating, I have puffs here, do you want to eat?"

Curt looked at the bloodied girl and felt a headache, and subconsciously handed over the snack he had just bought.

"Yes!"

said that it was too late, and the girl who still looked like a living corpse just now immediately returned to normal when she heard the "puff". The legs were no longer lame, the hands were no longer crutches, and even the head, which was about to fall off its neck, was safely returned to where it should have been.

The girl who was still covered in "blood" snatched the puff in Curt's hand and stuffed it into her mouth with a big gulp, without any self-cultivation as a girl.

"Eat slowly... I can't choke you. Looking at the sloppy girl, Curt suddenly felt inexplicable pressure, "And... I'll ask you, Lizzie... You can die if you want to, but can you die cleanly? With a messy living room, it's not easy to clean up. ”

"Excuse me, I didn't clean it up the last time I was blown to pieces by a bomb. That's not a hassle at all. ”

The girl glanced at the blood-like objects that filled the hallway, and grinned, as if she had paid no attention to what she had done.

"Please, don't talk about that once..."

As if remembering some bad memory, Curt shook with his naked eye. The girl in front of her who was eating puffs and tidying up the hallway was none other than Curt's sister Lizzie.

Hobbies are, reading, eating, and playing dead by all means.

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