Once upon a time, Carlil understood one thing.

Despite their physical resemblance, the gangs of Nostramo are not human. They simply don't deserve the word.

To Carlil, they were, at best, some kind of close relatives of people, some kind of crazy close relatives with no sense of morality to speak of.

Their brains are tormented by a world of hallucinogens and madness to the point of shattering. Then they began to crave blood, they began to crave violence, they began to crave the groveling and caution of others.

All of these factors combine to allow them to wantonly murder other people without even needing a reason. And the big problem is that in Nostramo, all this is normal.

Carlil thought it was ridiculous - until one day, he understood, and it dawned on him.

They are not people. Yes, they are not.

After figuring it out, Carlil got to work.

Yes, he calls the murder of gangsters as his work.

In fact, in his opinion, this job is a somewhat special, unpaid, and harsh environment...... Otherwise, it's fine.

He was 120,000 careful about his work, because he knew how dangerous the gangs really were.

They have guns, cannons, everything they need to kill – and most importantly, they are not afraid of death.

You'll have to do something special to make them scared.

And the young ghost apparently didn't understand this. His power allowed him to kill like a fish in water, and because of that, he couldn't see things that only mortals like Carlil could see.

He did not know what a scarce virtue prudence was.

"I'm pressed for time...... Ghost...... You'd better be worth my waste. ”

Carlil sighed and leapt from the gargoyle, falling rapidly. He cut through the condensed icy clouds, his cloak hunting, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind, but his eyes were almost terrifyingly bright.

Twenty-five seconds later, he hit the ground without making a sound. The blue light in his eyes had already begun to turn the raindrops from the sky into icy condensations, which stayed for a moment, then fell again, shattering to pieces.

And he didn't.

Standing in place, Carlil calmly took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, and his dark vision was lit up by some kind of light.

A vague shadow dances distorted and danced not far from the abstract world, teeth and claws, full of despair.

He knew who it was. Carlil sighed silently.

Can you really take on this responsibility, you naïve little monster?

Carlil opened his eyes, and at the same time, an icy vomiting sensation began to linger in his throat.

Immediately afterward, a faint voice that seemed to have been veiled came from the far side. It was as gentle as a father, whispering indistinct words.

It tried to get him to reply, and he nearly complied.

Once again, Carlil suppressed the urge and gave a sneer.

No, not today, don't try to get your way. You thing hiding in the dark.

He clenched the blade in his hand and began to run on the eerie spire rooftop.

As if by convention, in Nostramo all those who are qualified to build a house have invariably chosen this eerie style. That's fine, at least they're a good fit for a ghost.

The bricks trembled beneath his feet, the rain curtain was torn apart by his speed, and with the cold cold and the quiet anger rising, Carlil began to approach his target.

He leaps silently through the night, like a wandering ghost.

And then -- at the final point of this rush --

The ghost began to laugh maniacally.

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"Did you hear anything?" A man asked.

"All I hear is the sound of failure." A woman replied lazily.

She leaned back on her motorcycle, stabbing her left forearm with a knife made of bone. There was a lot of blood on it, and she seemed to be completely happy with it, not wanting to stop at all.

"No, no, Diel, I'm serious." The man turned his head and said. "I really heard something."

"Alright, Carlo, shut that asshole in your mouth."

Still lazy, Dill glanced up at Carlo and sneered disdainfully. "We've lost the team, which means we've failed, so shut up, okay?"

"Don't mention this."

Carlo frowned, seeming a little angry. He has a face that has been split in two by some kind of paint. The top half is pale, and the bottom half is scarlet. This interesting contrast made his expression look terrifying at the moment.

But Dill didn't buy it, and she sneered again.

"If it weren't for you asshole bastard who said you saw that thing running this way, we'd still be killing people with the army. Maybe you'll be able to mix two pills to fight after that, and you still have the face to say that? ”

"I'll tell you to stop talking!"

With a low roar, Carlo pulled a shotgun out of his motorcycle in the rain and aimed it at Diel. It was rough, and the handguard was even burrgy, and Carlo looked at her, gasping for breath, and spoke word by word.

"I said, what did I hear...... You idiot cousin! ”

He roared suddenly, and the outburst of emotion was without warning, and it was not as gradual as a normal person—he seemed to go from a little anger to a rage at once.

Carlo dropped his bike and stumbled over to Diel. He put the gun to her forehead,

The force was so great that Dill almost fell off the motorcycle: "I said, what sound did I hear!" I hear you! I hear you! I'm not lying! I hear you! ”

"Okay, okay, you hear me...... Damn it. Dill cursed quietly. Get that thing off my head, Carlo. Damn, you're really sucking paint and sucking your brain is broken. ”

"I hear you! I hear you! ”

Carlo screamed, turned and ran away with his shotgun. Dill frowned, watching him disappear into the rain for some reason, and couldn't help but curse again.

"What a idiot, does he have all in his head?"

Dismayed, Dill shook her head and started her own bike again, intending to ride back to the gang's territory for some sleep.

As for Carlo's car, just leave it here, the civilians don't dare to take it, the Scarlet Finale logo is evident on it. They know what happens if they take it. And the other gangs......

Ha.

Dil wished they could take it, so that Scarlet Finale would have a reason to go to war. And Carlo...... Truth be told, he wasn't in her mind at all. In fact, she wished he was dead now.

However, a scream piercing the rain interrupted her thoughts and movements.

Dill frowned and turned his head to look that way. The darkness and rain cut off her vision, and the sound of the rain washing over the ground prevented her from hearing anything else.

She got out of the car and cautiously pulled out an automatic gun from the side pocket of the motorcycle. Facing the rain curtain, she shouted, "Carlo! Is that you?! ”

No one answered, only the sound of acid rain crashing into pieces. Dill began to feel a chill that was imperceptible, hitting her back in the first seconds of her appearance, sending chills down her spine.

"What...... This idiot ......"

Muttering, she stood hesitantly in place with her gun in hand. She didn't know if she should move on or turn her head and forget about everything.

She pondered, but out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed that the rain flowing under her feet had changed color at some point.

The muddy rain that flowed down her boots turned from its original dirty color to a complete scarlet. Mori Han's coldness came out again, but this time, not from his back. Rather, from the front.

She looked up with a shudder.

"Who is it?" Dill screamed. "Who is it?! Come out! Come out! ”

"Shh......h

A soft voice came from the rain, piercing the rain with unmistakable precision and reaching her ears: "Be quiet, someone is sleeping." ”

Diel's face twitched violently, and she tried to pull the trigger, but her fingers didn't work out as she wanted. A flash of silver light took the lead, piercing the rain curtain and piercing the palm of her gun.

With a click, her automatic gun fell to the ground, and was quickly washed away by the rain into some dark corner, without even giving her a chance to pick it up.

"No ——!" She shouted.

In pain and fear, Dill heard someone laugh lowly. Then the voice spoke again.

"Yes." He said mildly. "Also, come and meet your companions, shall you?"

A head was thrown out of the rain and hit Diel's body with unmistakable precision. Her eyes widened, and she caught the skull with instinct with trepidation.

His eyes stared blankly at the sky, his jaw slit, his tongue drooping between his parted jaws, and his tawny teeth stuck with scraps. The top half of his face was pale, and the bottom half was completely scarlet.

That's Carlo's face.

No, it's Carlo's head.

At the end of his life, Dill trembled and cried. She fell to the ground, didn't try to escape, didn't try to resist, she just cried, like all the innocent people who had died at her hands in the past. Carlo's head fell beside her, staring blankly.

Fear shattered her, completely.

Then, a pale hand reached out and lifted her chin.

"Don't cry." Carlil said softly. "It's the prerogative of humans to cry, and you're not."

The silver light was fleeting.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, its limbs still twitching due to the nervous response, but it didn't matter anymore.

Carlil turned his head slightly, and the blue light under his eyes quietly flowed. The bloodied ghost floated from the other end of the rain curtain, his eyes closed, apparently unconscious, his brows furrowed, the rain running across his face.

"It stands to reason that I should thank them for their bikes – but I usually only say thank you to people."

Carlil laughed a little and decided to wrap up the evening with a sense of humor he didn't like. He flicked his fingers, and the ghost sat on one of the motorcycles, even starting the engine.

"Let's go, Wraith, but be careful." Carlil said with a smile. "It's your first time riding a motorcycle, so it's important to drive safely."

A few seconds later, the two motorcycles smashed through the rain curtain and drifted away.