Chapter 83 Disguise (two in one)

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 83 Disguise (two in one)

Facing the threat of Haimorfen, the Girl of Gluttony seemed to be angry. Her body split into two halves irregularly, and the red blood burst out into red tentacles. The top of each tentacle exuded...

The strange off-white light spots stretched and stretched towards the tiny Hai Morfen.

Highmorfin closed her eyes silently, strummed the strings, and let the Girl of Gluttony's violent attacks fall on her.

However, when the divergent tentacles of the Girl of Gluttony struck down hard, the Girl of Gluttony had no feeling of touching the flesh, and it seemed as if what she hit was air.

The chords played, and the overwhelming sound could be heard endlessly. The Girl of Gluttony looked behind her, but she was shocked to find that the surrounding scenery had undergone earth-shaking changes. It was dark, there was a faint light, and the red curtain was wrapped around the beams. She came to the concert hall again, but this time

There was no one in the audience at that time, only Highmorfin stood in the center of the stage, performing his one-man show.

The Girl of Gluttony didn't know how Highmorfen avoided her attack, but when she saw that Highmorfen had not disappeared from her eyes, she was still sawing the strings leisurely. The overwhelming sound made her irritable, and she suddenly became angry.

It came to his mind, so he twisted his irregular body again and crawled over, while waving his body's strong points to continue sweeping the man who was intoxicated in his own music world.

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Xin Junmao crossed his hands in front of him and closed his eyes hard. When he saw Miss Zhao's stunning and beautiful face cracking, he subconsciously took precautions.

However, a few minutes passed, and the sound of the piano was still in their ears. The audience was still immersed in the world of music, whispering along with the mysterious power in the paradoxical melody, echoing the unknown existence behind the sound of the piano, and he was not injured.

Xin Junmao slowly opened his doubtful eyes, slowly lowered his blocking arm, and then stared blankly at the strange scene in front of him. He saw Miss Zhao opening a huge blood hole on his face, and countless bloody

The tentacles grew like dense velvet on the edge of the hole. They looked very soft. In the center of the hole was a thick strip of flesh covered with teeth. At the top was a sharp, barbed black thorn. The black thorn was less than six centimeters away from him.

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Xin Junmao swallowed his saliva and looked at Miss Zhao, who looked like her computer had crashed and her movements were stuck on the screen. He felt unspeakably frightened in his heart.

"This... did you do this?" Xin Junmao looked back and wanted to ask the bhikshuni, but found that she was no longer around, and she seemed to have returned to the comb.

Xin Junmao took out the comb in his pocket and looked at the soapstone comb quietly, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes. This was the gift "he" gave to the girl when he was preparing to go to the battlefield, and it was also "him"

The promise to the girl was guaranteed, but unfortunately neither of them could get a happy ending in the end.

As Haimofen's third song "Rebirth" played, the stamina of "Reincarnation" receded. Xin Junmao slowly forgot about the washed-out memory again, and his sanity slowly returned to high ground.

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After all, he is not the "him" in his memory. He is Xin Junmao, an ordinary person who grew up in an ordinary family, a young loser who has never been in love and has no great future.

That guy named Zhong Zhe is just an undead who temporarily replaced him for a short while. "He" will never come back again, just like he can no longer be "him".

Xin Junmao was very calm, and he always insisted on his own opinion. Miss Zhao just recognized the wrong person, and the other party mistakenly placed all her expectations on a human being who was destined not to respond to any good results from him.

That misguided Zhong Zhe was his Xu Xian and his Ning Caichen, while Xin Junmao was just an ordinary human being.

Being loved and relied on by such a wrong person, he was not happy at all and felt great pressure all over his body.

Xin Junmao looked at the soapstone comb and murmured: "You can see clearly that I am no longer the 'me', but I have a question, why are you in this comb?"

Xin Junmao was puzzled. If Zhongzhe could be reincarnated as him, why couldn't the bhikshuni in the comb also be reincarnated?

Comb was silent, and did not make any response to Xin Junmao's words. He just continued to release his power outwards, protecting him with a layer of light film as thin as a cicada's wings.

Seeing this, Xin Junmao stopped asking any more questions. He just sat quietly and continued to admire the figure who was resonating with the orchestra and listening to their music. The scary-looking Miss Zhao next to him just regarded it as being a little cautious.

Decorated...

On the stage, Haimofen was furiously playing with the strings, his moving fingers almost leaving the afterimage, and his excited body seemed to be shrinking with force.

However, seeing Hai Mofen like this, Xin Junmao didn't feel that he looked embarrassed. Instead, he felt that the look of him doing everything he could to do what he liked was so handsome that he was even a little envious.

In his more than 20 years of life, he has never found something he truly loves. He is like a headless fly who has always used mediocrity to cover up his confused heart.

Xin Junmao sighed in his heart, watching the people around him dancing and mumbling, he found that he was not even comparable to these people present, at least he couldn't be completely immersed in Haimofen's music, he just felt that the melody was beautiful and beautiful, and the scene was

It's grand and majestic, that's all.

He is always so out of place...

Just as he was sighing, he suddenly noticed that not far in front of him, a young man with a somewhat familiar face was not affected by Haimofen's "yin" music like him, but the other person still had a slight expression on his face.

Intoxicated, he closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the performance.

For a while, Xin Junmao didn't remember where he had seen the young man.

Maybe the other person was too sensitive to other people's eyes, so the young man suddenly said to him with a smile without looking back: "Why don't you laugh with everyone?"

"I don't know why I should laugh." Xin Junmao heard the question and answered in a strange way.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Junmao felt a little regretful. This was an obvious abnormal person. Why did he take the initiative to answer the other party?

Hearing this, the young man stroked the sleeping little black cat curled up on his lap and said, "If you worry too much about the reason, you won't be able to do anything well."

Xin Junmao was silent for a moment. He felt that the young man in front of him was becoming more and more familiar, as if he had seen him before somewhere.

It wasn't until suddenly that the roar of a subway train flashed through his mind that he finally remembered that almost forgotten memory.

He had met this young man, that night on his way home after failing the interview, and he accidentally bumped into him when he was leaving the station.

"Are you the person I met at the station gate that day!?" Xin Junmao was a little shocked. He didn't know why fate was always such a coincidence, and it actually led him to meet someone who he had met once before.

There was Zhang Xiaoxiao who died in the front, and now it's him.

When thinking of Zhang Xiaoxiao, Xin Junmao thought of what Zhang Xiaoxiao once said to him. Combined with the abnormal phenomena displayed by young people nowadays, he realized another thing. He was shocked and said: "You are

On the night of the last subway murder incident, was there another survivor besides Zhang Xiaoxiao?!"

Lin Ling turned around with a smile and said, "Don't be too loud. It's not polite to the people on the stage."

Xin Junmao was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his voice honestly and asked: "Who are you?"

"My name is Lin Ling. I'm just an ordinary grocery store owner. I sell a little bit of everything." Lin Ling introduced herself.

Xin Junmao asked curiously: "Grocery store owner? What do you sell?"

"I have everything, but I mainly do rental business. Oh, by the way, you rented your comb from me." Lin Ling pointed to the soapstone comb that Xin Junmao carried with him.

"Are you the owner of the cabin in the forest in my dream?" Xin Junmao's expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen the second Miss Zhao, feeling uneasy.

Lin Ling was noncommittal and said with a smile: "Is the comb still useful?"

"...It's very useful. It has saved me many times." Xin Junmao said hesitantly. Now facing Lin Ling again, he became nervous. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why is she in the comb?"

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"This is of her own free will." Lin Ling replied without thinking.

"voluntary?"

"There was one person who she didn't want to suffer, so she accepted the punishment on his behalf."

Xin Junmao's arm holding the comb trembled. He didn't know whether it was the comb shaking, or whether his body and mind were shaking. He realized who the "someone" Lin Ling said was.

He looked at the comb and asked in a dry voice: "She...then when will she not be punished anymore?"

"When she figured it out, the punishment was over." Lin Ling answered with a smile.

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She Zian watched the injured Bu Gaojun get into the car of Cuizhu City's secret group organization and leave. His serious and heavy expression relaxed slightly. He then contacted the leader of the secret group who had always been invisible.

, and then told the team leader about the discovery of the Snake Group and the Tiger Group underground in Cuizhu City as smoothly and accurately as possible.

The leader of the secret team was briefly shocked when he heard the news. After clarifying the truth, he said to She Zian: "You are allowed to bring the members of the snake team to immediately launch a special investigation on the House of Cards consortium.

At the same time, I want you to allocate manpower to go back underground again and bring back all the members of the Tiger Group."

"Yes." She Zian nodded seriously.

The members of the Tiger Team have made countless meritorious deeds recently. As mysterious detectives, they have survived two heaven-level abnormal events in just six months. In the process, there was only one death among the team members. This all proves that the members of the Tiger Team

ability.

With such an excellent main team, it is impossible for the leader of the secret team to let them fall into danger and completely ignore them.

Of course, even if the team leader didn't say anything, She Zian still had plans to bring He Jiaan and the others back safely from underground.

As a result, after hanging up the call with the team leader, She Zian immediately organized and directed the small number of sub-organization members vigorously and resolutely, and divided them into two teams to launch operations.

The team responsible for rescuing the members of the Tiger Group was led by Huang Zichao, the third surviving member of the Snake Group. Before she separated from Huang Zichao and his team, She Zian seriously reminded: "Zi Chao, when we came out of the underground before, something happened nearby.

There was a very obvious earthquake. I guess the Daughter of Gluttony has become active again. Although it has returned to calm now, I cannot guarantee that it is safe down there now, but I still hope that you can bring everyone back alive."

"I will be the captain." Huang Zichao nodded seriously.

Huang Zichao led the members of the secret organization back to the underground hidden tunnel again and started again from the original road.

There were a total of thirteen people traveling with Huang Zichao including him.

While Huang Zichao collected physical strength potions from the members of the branch organization to replenish his depleted physical strength, he led the team and led everyone through the dark underground passage.

"Detective Huang Zichao, how long will it take us to go?" A member of the sub-organization asked Huang Zichao on the way.

Huang Zichao twisted his sore neck and said with a smile: "It won't be long, we'll be there in a little while."

Hearing this, the members of the sub-organization seemed to feel that the air was gradually solidifying. These mysterious detectives who came from the sub-organization were mostly Level C and D. Logically speaking, heaven-level abnormal events were not within their scope of responsibilities.
To be continued...