"[Video], sent to me by my friend, the old sports and art hall of Huai'an University suddenly went out of power, and the students were evacuated. Later, the staff went in to find the vice-principal dead on the podium, his arms smashed by the chandelier. ”

The driver clicks on the video. After the picture swayed, it moved to the stage, where broken lamps, flying wood chips, and red blood flowed down the edges to the stage. In the center was a terrified, dead corpse. The two arms were smashed alive and separated from the corpse, which made people's scalps tingle when they looked at it.

"This is the fifth person."

It seems that it is not exciting enough, and this person in the taxi driver group posted a few more pictures, all of which are homicides that have occurred in Huaicheng in recent months.

The first picture is of a man who died in the freezer, his body has been frozen white and blue, and his eye sockets are hollow with two large syringes.

In the second picture, a butcher who died at a farmer's market fell to the ground, his mouth dislocated, his mouth wide open, and his tongue severed from the roots.

The third picture shows a middle-aged man hanging from a tree branch in the temple, wearing a polo shirt, fat and strong, with two legs missing.

The fourth picture is of a young man lying in an ambulance, with a slender steel wire running through his ear.

Looking at several pictures in a row, it is weird and disgusting, and it is creepy.

People are always terrified and terrified of a hidden murderer in the city. But because this murderer does not kill innocent people, there is more interest and curiosity in addition to fear.

The driver pressed the voice button and joked in dialect: "This murderer has killed so many people without being caught by the police, it seems that he has some skills." Next time I meet a passenger who doesn't pay, I hope this nightcrawler can help me get justice. ”

Ordinary people have nothing to do with themselves, so they can hang high. When I am in a state of watching a drama of "not doing bad things and not being afraid of ghosts knocking on the door", I am more willing to listen to this story and believe in this story.

In the taxi group, the big guy followed him together hahahahaha. However, no one knew that they almost died in the fire tonight.

That vast shadow hung over the entire city, sowing the fire of death's "justice". At the end of the story, everyone dies along with the Urban Nightcrawler.

At the end, the fire descends, and thousands of people sacrifice the eternal tragedy with the blood of the protagonist. At the beginning, everyone in Huaicheng was a listener to "Urban Nightcrawler", and in the end, everyone was a person in the story.

is like the innocent and immature conclusion of "Little Mouth Storytelling".

"Stories help us record the years, seal the joys and angers, and the people who grow up listening to the stories will one day become the people in the stories."

The king of the story used Huaicheng as the background to write this tragedy, and the original purpose was the lives of tens of millions of people.

Let the blood of tens of millions of living beings permeate every word of "Urban Nightcrawler", and let this story sensation in China and the world, becoming the bloodiest and oldest urban grotesque in human history.

On the outskirts of the city, a bird made of rune paper circled the air several times, happily flying towards the city. But the smell of something in the air that frightened it immediately returned timidly to its master.

[Atheists] locked down the Jiahe mall. The Unnatural Bureau also issued an order to encircle the entire Huaicheng area.

Now, there is an uninvited guest outside Huaicheng. Everywhere he walked, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and the smoke was filled. It seems that there is a natural sound, and the holy light is pervasive. A pair of old man's hands stretched out from the black robe, so thin that only skin and bones remained, dry as firewood, but it did not give people a feeling of vicissitudes of life, but made people feel extremely friendly and sacred.

He stroked the paper bird, and his movements were very light, as if the gods and Buddhas were blessing.

An unusual flush appeared on the paper bird's face.

The man in black spoke, his voice blurred by the night wind.

"Don't fly forward, Huaicheng was occupied by the seventh moderator three months ago and became the place where he wrote his stories. If you don't want to be written into his story, don't wander around. ”

The paper bird's face was filled with demonic devotion, and every word he said was an oracle. It retracted its wings in fear, and obediently stayed in the palm of its master's hand.

The man in black looked at the heavily guarded city in front of him, raised his head, and his eyes showed a hint of pity. But the compassion shown by the gods who are high up without sorrow and joy also seems false, weird and unreal, and even a little distorted and mocking.

The Unnatural Bureau can't see it, the Aliens can't see it, the ordinary people can't see it, only the seven moderators can.

Little by little, white light is overflowing from the city, full of human joys, sorrows, and sorrows, flying towards the sky.

Humans are really strange creatures. People live for a lifetime, their desires are uncontrollable, and their emotions are uncontrollable.

Desire gives birth to ethereal beliefs; Emotions are pinned on stories that have nothing to do with themselves.

The man in black said quietly: "The story of the story king has been interrupted? It's the first time I've seen the seventh moderator so angry. ”

If the story of "Urban Nightcrawler" can go smoothly, the blood of tens of millions of people will end with the greatest tragedy in history.

Then when this story spreads to the entire human world, the joys, sorrows, and sorrows collected will only increase.

Fear, happiness, curiosity, despair - these distinct human emotions will become the nourishment for the revival of the "Sleeper", paving the way for the whole world to be turned upside down.

It's a pity that the story was interrupted.

The man in black shook his head, barely maintaining his compassionate countenance, and there was real resentment in his eyes.

The people of the Unnatural Bureau are indeed a group of lackeys raised on the island of Sariel, hypocritical, disgusting, and ghostly.

He looked at the city in front of him that was completely swallowed by darkness from afar, and watched the golden cage pierce the sky, the space inside the cage was distorted, and the S-level supernatural value was overwhelming.

The killing intent and anger of the story king are not hidden, he uses the most hypocritical words to pretend to say "I wish you really understand my story", in fact, whether you read it or not, the people who walk into the story will never be able to get out again. The story of the king was a human being during his lifetime, and his body was weak. But as the master of urban grotesques, in his story, he is the rule, he is God.

He can make this group of people survive but not die, and they will be trapped in eighteen hells.

Not only Ye Sheng, but everyone trapped in the Jiahe shopping mall, the space around them gradually distorted, and a long pitch-black corridor appeared in front of them. The two brothers Yang Zong and Yang Bai trembled, their feet were weak and they didn't dare to move forward, but there was no way back at all.

A young man who came with the demon was already trembling with fright because of what had just happened, and cried and said, "Brother Mo, what the is this." I don't want to go in, I don't want to go in. ”

He was so frightened that he retreated, but as soon as he took a step back, he suddenly let out a high-pitched scream.

The young man stepped into the air and fell heavily to the ground, bleeding like a river, splitting and spilling his brains.

Everyone looked at this scene, their faces turned pale, and finally they no longer hesitated, and walked forward tremblingly. Walk to that door, to the grotesque capital that belongs to the seventh section.

"Jiahe Mall is controlled by the Story King. It may take us a little time to get in. ”

After Luo Heng finished reporting to the General Bureau, he took off his headset, looked at Andrew with light blue pupils, and said, "Andrew, I may need you to help me later." ”

Andrew sighed and said, "Don't talk about helping, you can do whatever you want me to do now." If something happens to the young master in Huaicheng, I really don't know how to explain to the head of the family. ”

Luo Heng put away the headset and said casually: "Ning Weichen's body has been transplanted with a sample of the Kraken, the Kraken is a heretic second only to the major moderators, he has a strong ability to protect himself, you don't have to worry." ”

Andrew's dark blue eyes looked at him, smiled, and said calmly: "Luo Heng, you don't have to think about talking from me. ”

"Okay." Luo Heng knew that Andrew was tight-lipped, lowered his frost-white eyelashes, and no longer tempted. Regarding Ning Weichen's strength, it has always been the focus of the Unnatural Bureau's secret investigation.

This crown prince, who was born at the top of the world's power, has always shown them a careless and unlearned side. Ning Weichen refused to go to the First Military Academy, refused to deal with heretics, and no one knew how far he could use the Kraken's abilities now.

I just hope that nothing happens to him inside.

Pushing open the door, Ye Sheng found himself in a corner of the city. The air was filled with a fishy stench. It looks like the city has just rained. The trash can next to it was emptied, rolling out the overnight meal that had been fermenting for an unknown amount of time, swirling with fine flies. Walking forward, there is a faint smell of blood.

The city's sewer system doesn't seem to be very good, and the streets are full of black water.

Ye Sheng walked to the intersection and saw two homeless men on the street, squatting on the ground, head to head, gobbling up something.

Before he could speak, the sound of footsteps had already alarmed the homeless man, and the two men looked up.

Ye Sheng saw them eating the corpse of an old man.

The homeless man's face was covered with blood, and his eyes were oozing with a faint green light, like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, looking at him in a daze.

Ye Sheng's face was expressionless, not too surprised. He picked up his phone and snapped a photo of the two homeless men with search.

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost Name: Tramp]

[Goblin Level: Grade C]

[Overview: The homeless are hungry every day, but the people in the city are not easy to mess with, and it is difficult to eat.] He could only eat dead bodies on the side of the road. Occasionally, though, with a bit of luck, they can meet outsiders. 】

Chapter 102: Grotesque City (2)

The two homeless men moved their noses, their green eyes locked on Ye Sheng, put down the old man's corpse in their hands, and rushed towards him with a low roar.

Ye Sheng held the gun in his hand, pressed the plus and minus keys on the spiritual value savings pool on the gun body, and raised his arm. A C-class bullet passed through the rain curtain and pierced through the flesh and blood bodies of the two. After the "snort", blood splashed into the rain, and the two homeless men stared at him, and the corpse fell stiffly.

Ye Sheng put down his hand, took his gun, stood in the hazy drizzle, and began to take a serious look at the city.

It's a metropolis in the rain before dawn. The moon was already faint, and there was a faint whiteness of a fish's belly in the sky. The neon lights flashed, and his eyesight was excellent, he could see far away, and on the high LED screen was a blood-red lip logo. The lips are full and brightly colored, and the upper and lower mouths reveal a small part of the tongue. There is another line of words below: Huaicheng Radio Station has launched a new program, "Little Mouth Storytelling" has been welcoming you to listen to it at eight o'clock every night since March 25, 199x!

High-rise buildings are lined up one after another, like a dark forest.

The city is messy, it's messy, the sewer system wasn't repaired a hundred years ago, and when it rains, the air is full of stench. The streets are full of potholes, and manhole covers have been stolen quite a bit. Ye Sheng walked forward and came to a bus stop, there was only an iron pole at the station, and a sign was erected that read "Safe Funeral Station". Ye Sheng looked up at this, paused, and then understood that he was on the edge of the city, no wonder the streets were empty. When Ye Sheng was waiting for the bus, there was a little girl next to him who was about to starve to death. She tore at her hair, her eyes glazed over, and shoved a large chunk of blood-red scalp into her mouth. Without taking pictures, Ye Sheng could recognize that this was an E-class heresy.

Everyone in this city is a heretic, and even any homeless person is a C-class heretic.

He probably knew where it was.

This is the grotesque capital of the seventh section of the story of the story king.

Heresies on the edge of the city are so dangerous, so what about the city.

Ye Sheng could almost conclude that there would be countless A-class heretics and countless B-class heretics in the city, and he was now here as a foreigner, and even the girls next to him were looking at him greedily with thin and bulging eyes.

If he does enter the city, he will only be greeted by hell on earth.

After Ye Sheng thought about this clearly, he lowered his eyes, he put the gun away, bent down, and picked up a rain-soaked leaflet from the ground.

At the bottom of the leaflet, there is a house for rent. It's all advertised near the crematorium, and it seems that the business of this building is really not good. [Good house for rent, near Jiahe Road, north and south transparent, convenient transportation to work. Telephone contact: xxxxxxxx】

Jiahe Road. Ye Sheng raised his eyebrows and put the leaflet into his pocket. I don't know if he just experienced a life-and-death struggle with an A+-class heretic, he was exhausted, and now he was covered in injuries, and when he entered this terrifying city created by an S-class heretic, his mood was extremely calm.

In my ears was the sound of rain on the chowling road, and the girl whimpered in pain from time to time.

Standing in the foggy early morning, he saw a car coming from a distance, two rays of light breaking through the chaotic darkness.

A bus.

Bus 13.

When they all arrived at the terminal, they were still crowded with people. The driver of the bus was drowsy, and his head was so big that it was almost as wide as his shoulders. His neck was caught between the two, as fragile as a rope, and he yawned as if his head was about to fall.

Next to the driver was a woman with only half of her body left, even if she only had half of her face, and she was still touching up her makeup in the mirror with an air cushion. Next to the woman was a man who had been in a car accident and was crushed into a thin slice by the car, numbly not speaking.

In the back, a dirty boy walks out the window alone with a ball. Two little girls are wearing flower skirts, sitting on chairs, and you are laughing and playing with flower ropes.

Soon the bus arrived, and the driver impatiently honked the horn.

The people in the car immediately pushed me out of the car.

After the boy walked down, Ye Sheng realized that what he was holding in his arms was not a ball, but a head, the head of a peer.

This group of black passengers, when they passed by Ye Sheng, looked at him strangely with their eyes. They have reached the end of death, and they still can't suppress their malicious coveting of the flesh and blood of outsiders. There was even an old man on crutches, bent over his waist, leaning over his head in a daze, wanting to bite Ye Sheng's arm.

However, he was old, his eyes were not good, he kicked the steps, and he fell on the ground, his bones crumbled, his head cracked like a watermelon, and he was bleeding all over the ground. A quiet girl in a blue and white dress stepped over his corpse with an expressionless face. The girl crossed him, and Ye Sheng saw that she was carrying a person on her back, or rather a person. Connected back to back with her, they had the same face.

Sending off the last dead of the night, the big-headed driver honked his horn impatiently.

He said, "If you can't get in the car, hurry up and don't delay me." ”

The driver has always been irritable and impatient, but Ye Sheng's perception of malice is too keen. The driver's action of swallowing saliva and the calculation of turning his eyes are unobstructed.