Chapter 1868 The next drama

Inumaru Tsubaki leaned halfway on the dressing table before he stood firm.

The woman stood a few steps away, and her wide nightgown fell from her thin shoulders, loosely as if she would slide down at any time. She also breathed lightly like Somaruji, looking at the dark, gradually opening crack in the dressing room door.

Anyone can tell that it is not ordinary dimness.

The warm orange light in the dressing room fell into the door crack, but it was not worn out and dark. Instead, it seemed to illuminate a pitch-black balloon, with a faint reflection.

Before we knew it, the dark "balloon" had slowly grown and slowly pushed open the door.

No matter what it was, it seemed that it was not in a hurry to come in at all.

It blocked the only exit, and the two of them could only look at it, and their eyes didn't dare to turn away; for a moment, only the two of them were left in the dressing room, which had not yet recovered.

"Look, I didn't lie to you."

Yuanmaruji stared at the darkness, turned his hand and touched the table a few times, and found a pack of wrinkled cigarettes, with a box of matches beside him. He pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit the matches, and Mars lit it from his fingers.

He sucked in a breath of smoke mixed with blood.

As he threw out the second match that he lit, Mars drew a parabola and fell to the darkness in the crack of the door. When the two touched each other, a very subtle movement seemed to be hit by lightning in the quiet dressing room, which was clearly captured by the two.

The matches sank into the darkness, but they did not fall to the ground for a long time.

The darkness just rolled slightly, and the matches disappeared without a trace.

"What is that?" she asked in a low voice - as if she was finally beginning to realize that something was wrong.

Yuanmaruji had never heard a woman's voice. She was as thick as blood, sticky and slippery as she could flow down her ears... He looked down and saw that her earrings were still deeply stuck in the wound on his legs. A tear-like diamond shone brightly in the blood and blood.

"It should be that the second carriage killed your subordinates' things," he said.

Perhaps because of a lot of blood loss, he was as light and dizzy as if he had drunk alcohol.

There is an unknown danger in front of you, so what?

The City of Freedom is too huge and never lacks strange and incomprehensible things; no matter what this darkness is, Yuanmaruji only saw a future from it: a future where he pressed the woman into the darkness with his own hands.

She died, and the blood of Xiaolong and his group who were swallowed by her would flow out of her body.

He was waiting for the darkness to enter the house.

As for what he does himself - In Maruji never considers the consequences when doing things. At that time, he will find a way out from her ruins.

If you can't find it, forget it.

"What are you going to do?"

He seemed to be out of the matter, and even said with a hoarse smile, "The darkness is coming, but all the subordinates you put on the second train are gone... What should I do? You are the only one left."

Before he finished speaking, an indescribable slight sound made both of them shudder at the same time. When they raised their eyes, they saw a hand poking out from the crack of the door and holding it on the door handle.

"Mother?" said a man, as if he hadn't opened his mouth for a long time, his lips and tongue were not very flexible. "Are you... you here?"

Respected title to her - fuck.

Inumaru Shi cursed his luck in his heart, and his muscles became tense. He had just prepared for another fierce battle, but his thoughts stopped.

A strange face slowly floated out of the darkness behind the door; like a dead body floating from the depths of the Black Water Pool, for a moment, I could only see the particularly pale face and a hand.

The eyes on his face turned and stopped on the woman. "...Mother, we are ready to set off, the second train has been arranged..."

A series of sudden bursts of fire broke through the air, and bullets hit the face one after another, and the dazzling white light jumped and flashed in the surrounding darkness.

Inumaru Shi suddenly turned his head and saw her scorpion-type submachine gun in her right hand raised straight.

In the loud and deafening gunshots, the man's "Mother" was shaken and shaking, intermittently, and quickly submerged.

When all the bullets in the gun were finally discharged, Yuanmaruji caught a scene: his face seemed to have been washed away by ink, and it fell like a waterfall. Before he could land, it turned into darkness again. After it was completely melted back to the door, it disappeared without a trace with so many bullets.

...But my hand is still on the door handle.

This - what is this?

None of the urban legends in Freedom City can match the scene before him; Inumaru Shi scanned around and found that he could not find a weapon at his hand - even if there was a weapon, he didn't know what it could do.

"What's going on..."

"He was one of the people I sent out to finish the game," the woman said, and quickly picked up the small pistol on the ground. "The words he said were a notice he made to me forty minutes ago."

Could it be that the ambush on the second train... have been dragged into the darkness?

Halfway through the small pistol, she stopped. She seemed to have thought that shooting might not have much effect except wasting bullets.

It seemed that I was shocked by the gunfire just now for a while, and the darkness was still rolling outside the half-open door.

Inumaru Shishi threw the cigarette butt into the blood-soaked carpet, and Mars was extinguished after a few breaths.

He stood up, dragged his injured leg, faced the darkness, and walked towards the door step by step.

"What are you doing?" she asked immediately lowered her voice.

It's strange that the gunshots sounded more than the sound of speaking. The two of them dared to shoot, but they were unwilling to speak loudly.

Inumaru Shi pointed silently in front. The chair the two of them used to fight each other just now was lying in the center of the room, not far from the door.

He stared at the hand that poked out of the darkness, getting closer and closer to it; when he was a few steps away, he could touch the darkness with one hand, and when the darkness could touch him with one hand, he bent down and tried to pick up the chair without making a sound.

Before he could do anything, the woman suddenly ordered: "Squat down."

Before the word "天" fell, a sharp wave of air was cut by a bullet on Yuanmaruji's head.

She had no intention of confirming whether Yuanmaruji had heard it, and fired a shot as soon as he said that - if he hadn't fallen on one knee immediately, there would have been a hole in his temple at this time.

Yuanmaruji was pressed down below by the sharp whistle and deafening gunshots from the air flowing on his head; he narrowed his eyes and swept quickly to the door.

Juan's face was floating a few inches above his head; before one eyeball was swallowed by a bullet, the black eyeball just turned and met his eyes.

Even Yuanmaruji was stunned for a moment.

The power of the small pistol is far less than that of the scorpion-type submachine gun. Juan's face seems to be hit by the rain on the lake surface, fluttering and flickering. Although it has lost its shape, it still barely floats above the darkness; but after every gunshot, his face seems to retreat a little.

As soon as the gunshot stopped, Yuanmaruji immediately stood up with his uninjured leg, and his right hand swung an arc in the air at the same time - the makeup chair smashed the door. With a trembling sound, the chair shattered and bloomed, and the broken wood pieces splashed, and the door finally closed again in a heavy and slow manner; even with such a heavy force, it seemed that he could only squeeze the door up.

The sound of the rack on the door is particularly light, as if the door will slide open again as long as you push it with the tip of your nail.

"Press the door," the woman seemed to have completely treated him as a subordinate, and ordered one by one, "Give me some time."

Inumaruji panted and approached the door, obediently reached out to the door. He looked at the dark gap under the door, only a few centimeters away from his toes.

If you have the ability, you can reach in. He thought to me, let me see what you are.

"What are you going to do?" he turned around and asked.

She was lying on the ground, looking for something on the ruined ground, and her long skirt spread out into a pool of blood.

"Just wait," she obviously has no habit of explaining things to people.

Inumaru Shi suddenly laughed, and he didn't know where the smile came from, but the current situation really made him want to laugh - the two people who were still fighting for life and death for a minute or two were not mentioned at the same time. It seemed that a director called to stop, and they took the opportunity to enter the next scene.

Even if tonight might be the last night of this illusory life, he still finds it funny.

The woman raised her head and her face reflected in the makeup mirror. He had seen many beautiful women, but none of them, like her, could allow him to see a world that was sinking into darkness - it was really suitable tonight.

She looked at Honmaruji from the mirror, as if she felt the same absurdity and laughed.

"Constine," she murmured.

Constine, Constine.

Between his teeth and his tongue, her name was bitten softly silently.

"Yenmaru Tsu."

She slowly licked her broken lips, and the dried blood was licked away, and fresh blood oozed out.

It seemed as if her name was swallowed together with her blood.

"What do you think is outside the door?" Inumaruji asked, looking at the gap under the door.

"I don't care." Constine straightened up and had something extra in her hand - the cell phone she was looking at when he entered the door.

Inumaru Shizuki was not surprised, and thought about it and shrugged his shoulders.

He didn't care either. After seeing the darkness in the carriage, he still killed Juan calmly as planned.

They were originally people who lived in darkness, but one day they changed from darkness to darkness, and there was no difference between them.

"That pianist," Constine said, "I asked him to wait downstairs before."

"The club may be filled with darkness..."

"Just let him explode," Constine said, raising his phone. "Have you tried it once?"

Fighting half a carriage and half a building - not much difference.

Constine didn't match anything like a cell phone. He looked at the cell phone and pressed against her cheeks. In the quiet room, he heard a faint voice in its body.

Immediately afterwards, a cell phone ringtone rang clearly outside the door.

I really regret it. Really, if I could travel back to July 26, I would definitely grab my own collar and shoot my left and right to stop me from writing this story... It's so stuck. I've written this chapter for almost two days. If I speed up, I'll end these two stories as soon as possible...

By the way, you can search Qidian's "Glory of Kings Wonderful Pen Plan". On August 19th, it was my turn to write Miledi, which was released. Let's discuss the price first. How to charge for a slap?
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