Accidents are the best antidote to a boring life for some people.

For individuals who like to maintain the status quo, accidents represent a departure from the norm and are often inseparable from chaos.

Esther doesn't hate accidents, but she hates troubles, like the current situation.

Blood as crimson as the full moon tonight was spreading across the ground, soaking the soles of Esther's shoes. The victim was a young girl, her thin limbs twisting strangely outward, and a cut in her chest and abdomen exposed to the air, and the inner organs were being torn apart by the monster.

The monster was still laughing, its body covered in cracks, like broken and glued ceramic puppets, and even the muscle fibers that agitated below could be seen through the cracks.

Esther, however, intuitively recognized that it was the leader of a well-known pickpocket gang on Iron Cross Street, a middle-aged man named Brick. He took the lives of a group of orphans, taught the young and helpless children to steal, and then threatened them with his fists and bread to hand over the proceeds to meet his daily expenses, alcohol addiction, and lust.

There were still a few children in the corner, huddled together, they were trembling, they didn't even dare to cry, their eyes were full of despair. Although Brick would usually punch and kick these children, he would never actually kill them, after all, dead people don't make money. Today the situation is different, and he seems to have completely lost his mind.

How did Brick become a monster? Esther didn't know, but she knew she had been discovered.

The monster looked back at her, his eyes scarlet, glowing cold in the crimson moonlight, the face with very few "human" features, his lips and nose swollen, as if they could burst open at any moment, leaving a hole dripping with blood.

Esther wanted to run away like that, it wasn't her business to die anyway, but the children's longing for redemption made it impossible for her to leave the scene at the urging of the little bugs.

They're all going to die, at least they still have a little agility and finger dexterity to grapple for a while.

After all, she just heard screams near the back door of the bakery in the middle of the night, and she put on her coat to take a look at Wendy for fear of affecting her—it was better not to look at it, and leave the murder to the police the next morning to worry about. The people who live in this area know the truth of survival regardless of idle things, and Esther certainly knows it, but the scream made her palpitate too much for she to ignore.

So she got into trouble.

Esther pulled out the blade she had dug through in her purse, which she had carried with her since she had met the hooligans, and she even had a kitchen knife pinned to her waist in order to detect the screams here.

It's over, if you can survive, the broken kitchen knife that cuts the monster will definitely not work, and next week's salary will fly away.

Esther's face turned gloomy for a moment, and she had hoped to use the paycheck to order newspapers and try out a delicious little restaurant near the Night Church.

It's all in the soup!

The monster that Brick had turned into seemed to be wary of something, and he didn't rush towards Esther, but the children behind him were stuck in the alley, and there was no way to escape.

Esther decided that she would break the stalemate by creating a chance for the children to escape.

Chilly blades flew through the air, and with just the right amount of control from her wrists and fingers, Esther managed to pop the two blades out and stab them into the monster's face, better than she had expected.

The monster roared in pain, raised its leg and rushed towards Esther, who led him out of the alley and ran out into the street, shouting at the dumbfounded children behind him, "Run! Run far! Pull in your friends! Come on! ”

After making sure that the monster recognized her, she ran out of the way for a dozen or so meters, and the main street was empty late at night, and the crowded shops during the day were all put away, except for countless crates or wooden shelves piled up on both sides of the street, next to the old houses that were not moving and the windows were dark.

When the monster decided to run towards Esther on all fours, the distance between the two was quickly shortened. Esther followed the instinctive warning, and suddenly she turned around and ran in reverse, quickly pulled out the kitchen knife in her hand, and the not-so-sharp blade slammed into the monster's heavenly spirit cover, as if it had smashed on a hard brick.

This time Esther's hand was deflected, and she could feel her limbs tremble slightly from the adrenaline rush, and the kitchen knife didn't get into the monster's eye, but only into a piece of the skull, and then got stuck in its skull.

Unlucky! Unlucky! Bad luck dead!

Esther's heart frantically echoed all kinds of swear words in Rune and Chinese and English, but her movements did not dare to stop at all, and she quickly retreated from her feet, leaving the kitchen knife that could not be drawn on the monster's head. With the moment when the monster was dizzy and in severe pain, he opened up the distance between him and it again.

The children held each other's arms, and the little figures kept running to the other side of the street.

That's fine, at least nothing will happen to them.

Esther kept picking up things down the street, bricks, rubble, half a plank, dead fish that were starting to rot, anything she could throw at her, directing the monster in her direction and keeping it from the children who were running away.

Her plan was hardly successful, for the monster seemed to hold a grudge against her, howling madly in pain, staring straight at Esther, and rushing in her direction.

Esther turned her head and ran, her legs frantically alternating on the ground, if she had been able to run so well in her previous life, she might have gone to the physical education exam a long time ago.

The desire to survive can really make people burst out with energy far beyond the ordinary.

Esther didn't know how long the half-cut monster would live, but after all this time, someone should have rushed to the scene to help. Her special instinct told her that all she had to do was stall until someone could help her.

She didn't dare to use that special power, if she didn't succeed in dealing with this monster, she would definitely die weak. It wasn't yet the most desperate moment, and Esther felt she could hold on.

When the monster's claws grabbed Esther's calf, she fell to the ground as she lost her balance.

Just as Esther raised her hand while kicking the monster's head, a chanting sound that seemed extremely strange at this moment sounded, and the lowered male voice was quite magnetic, and read a poem that made Esther feel subtlely familiar:

"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!

At least one thing is true: this life flies by.

One thing is true, and the rest is a lie,

The flowers will die after blooming for a while......"

There was a trance in the monster's eyes, and the sound echoed through the deserted streets, ethereal around the two men, like a lullaby soothing the baby's eyelids. Something seemed to float in the wind, like a thin black knotted thread, and landed on the monster's head, causing it to froze in place, closing its eyes to the sound of chanting.

Esther felt sleepy, but there seemed to be a tight string in her brain that left her completely unaffected. She kicked twice more viciously, pulled the leg out of the monster's claws, and quickly got up and ran to the base of the wall ten meters away, watching in disbelief.

The little worm didn't move, didn't give any instructions, and converged itself as if it didn't exist.

Esther gasped, and after a few dozen seconds the monster didn't move, she slumped on the ground with a limp, leaning against the wall and no longer having the strength to get up, bursting into tears because of the joy of the rest of her life.

Esther kept wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, laughing as she cried.

It's good that she survived. Nothing is more important than surviving, this messy world.

There was footsteps around the corner, and someone held out her hand to Asther, who looked up and saw Miss Daly's face showing tender pity in the red moonlight.

Esther finally couldn't hold it anymore, and she rushed up and hugged Miss Daly, crying out loud in her sad gaze.

"It's alright, you're doing well, Esther. No one is hurt, you're all right. ”

Behind Dai Li, two piercing gunshots rang out, and the monster's panting voice disappeared completely.

Esther subconsciously turned her head sideways to look, but was pressed by Dali's head: "Shh, it's okay, okay to sleep?" You can rest well. ”

"Miss Dalie......"

Esther no longer resisted the intense drowsiness she had just seen, and she closed her eyes to slow her breathing, allowing her consciousness to sink into darkness. Dalie breathed a sigh of relief, she was worried that her ability to force herself against the captain would take a toll on Esther's spirit, after all, Esther had always behaved quite ordinarily.

If it is a person with extraordinary abilities, he will not be willing to work aimlessly in that small bakery, and there will inevitably be a move to pursue the promotion sequence. After talking to the people at the Church of the Night, Daly learned about Esther from Rontha and Pastor Lost, and learned that the clever girl went to church every week to study hard. Since Esther was able to go in and out of the church frequently, the power of the goddess of the night did not react, and the occasional passers-by did not notice her anomaly, it means that Esther is basically no threat.

Dai Li listened to the feedback from the spirits nearby, she had just been promoted to psychic last year, and she was still familiar with her current power. But it was precisely because of the spirit left near the bakery to monitor the movement that Dali was able to call Dunn as soon as possible and arrive at the scene in time to save Esther.

The man wrapped in a long black trench coat with black hair showing a high hairline on the back walked over, his gray eyes constantly scanning the scene, and he didn't see any traces left by others: "Dai Li, how is the girl you are talking about?" ”

"She fell asleep, and the child must have been frightened. The man on the ground seems to be a prisoner? ”

"Well, it shouldn't be Sequence Seven, otherwise I may not be able to control his loss of control."

Daly patted Esther's head lightly: "I hope this incident doesn't leave a shadow on her......"

Dalie's eyes were full of pain, she recalled her experience of joining the night watch, saw Esther, who was younger than herself, and remembered that Esther had just sat on the ground crying and laughing, and Dali couldn't stop feeling sad.

"Captain! Ms. Dalie! ”

The man who was called the captain nodded, "Leonard, did you find anything over there?" ”

The green-eyed young man looked very bad, he covered his mouth, and felt very uncomfortable in his stomach: "A murder case may have to trouble Ms. Dai Li to psychic, and a little girl was killed." The other children all ran away, presumably because the runaway had been led away, and the mess of footprints could be seen at the scene. ”

"What a ...... of iniquity"