She struggled in her heart, wondering whether or not to let her succeed...and then she realized that Xia Yibing just wanted to hug her.
Just hugging—holding her waist and shoulders, burying his head in her chest and shoulder blades—and moving and breathing.
So you also understand my thoughts...
"I don't care."
She heard a woman's humming voice.
"As long as we can still be together like this."
"What is the secret of the gravekeeper?"
"Just let it be."
……
Madeline was bored and wanted to go downstairs for a walk. As soon as she came down the hall, she saw the two men standing on the side of the road outside the mansion. The shorter one was scolding the taller one, scolding the latter harshly.
Vaguely she could hear words like "lazy", "unprofessional" and "inappropriate". After thinking about it, Madeline decided not to offend anyone and tiptoed back.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Hitzfeld took Xia Yibing upstairs.
Everything seemed normal, nothing special. Madeline took it as it was, and she had decided to stay out of this kind of thing.
The director seems to be serious about this.
Anyway, Aisuen Hitzfeld is one of my own. This kind of relationship is neither a violation of the oath nor will it result in loss of life, so why should I say anything?
But the important matters still need to be reported.
"Hasem is resting," Madeline said. "She hadn't slept for days, and when she came back, she lay down... Then a woman named Shana came to you and left a card, asking me to give it to you when you return."
Shana?
Oh...if I remember correctly, this seems to be the name of Bunoliel's daughter.
After looking at each other, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing both guessed each other's purpose.
The plan was linked together. Bunoliel could not have anticipated that they would drive the mechanical crab to find her today, so of course he had to make preparations for both situations, and sending his daughter to try to contact them was one of them.
"She invited us to a cocktail party on the fourth floor tonight." Xia Yibing picked up the card and saw the lobby door number of the fourth floor written on it.
"This is an invitation in itself. I saw someone holding something similar on the street just now. It seemed to be a card that allowed you to bring a dance partner."
"I'm so happy." Madeline's face, which had been full of interest a second ago, suddenly turned cold and ruthless. "You can stay here and have a good rest."
Only two people can go, so there is no need to ask me if there is any share for me.
"You go and look after Hasim," Hitzfeld comforted her. "Alesia may also have to be put in your care... This is an important job, Agent Bakinsa."
"Don't remind me so emphatically..."
Madeline drawled out the door.
"Don't blame me for not warning you. I always feel like this place has been watched!"
When she came back in the afternoon, she had a feeling that she was being spied on, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find the other person.
"Madeleine where are you going?"
"Go ask if there is a dress code there."
The result is no.
In fact, even if Hitzfeld was there, she wouldn't want to change her clothes, because she wasn't going to the party as a "beautiful woman". Why would a perfume maker wear such colorful clothes? It would only make people look down on her.
But you have to take a shower and brush your clothes with a brush - at least basic cleanliness is necessary.
When Xia Yibing heard that Hitzfeld was going to take a shower, she immediately acted as if she was facing a powerful enemy.
This was her consistent thought: she felt that humans were most vulnerable and most likely to be assassinated when they were in the bathroom. The more this happened, the more she couldn't stay too far away from the girl. No matter what Hitzfeld said or how he pushed her, she just wouldn't leave. At the very least, she had to stay in the room, separated from her by a door.
Hitzfeld couldn't do anything with her. She realized that if she didn't agree to Xia Yibing, she might just break in and sit on the toilet with her arms folded across her chest watching her wash. She could only choose to give in. After glaring at the woman fiercely, she retreated into the bathroom holding a towel and clothes.
"boom!"
The bathroom door was shut tightly, and after hearing the subsequent noises, the lock was added.
"There's no point in you adding a lock."
Xia Yibing leaned against the door, checking the pistol magazine as she spoke.
"If you slip and pass out in there, it will only make the search and rescue more difficult."
There was a pause before the girl responded, "I would rather drown in the toilet than let anyone see me like that..."
"laugh!"
Xia Yibing couldn't help laughing out loud.
"boom!"
There was a dull sound coming from the door, and she guessed that someone must have been so angry that he threw something soft - maybe a towel or a ball of clothes - at it.
"Come to think of it, nothing happened after you put on that mark?"
She continued to check the pistol magazine, stuffed the ice blast rounds in it, and then pushed the magazine into the chamber.
"You really want something to happen to me, don't you?"
"I just find it annoying to be constantly being watched by something. It would be convenient if I could solve it all at once..."
"..."
"Aisun?"
"The mark on my left hand is burning."
Xia Yibing was stunned at first, then quickly understood the meaning of the message.
As the individual who said this - and also the carrier of the mark, Hitzfeld gave up taking off his clothes, leaned against the door panel cautiously, and quietly unfastened the buckles.
The shower in the bathroom was already turned on.
Amid the sound of dripping water, there was a black shadow... An indistinct black substance was seeping out from the corner of the wall, forming a four-legged, thin-waisted, indescribable deformed monster in mid-air.
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I habitually forgot about it yesterday, damn... there's another chapter later.
Chapter 124: Infinitely Spreading Spiral of Horns
There was a loud "bang!" It was Xia Yibing who couldn't wait to hear any movement from inside, so she kicked the door lock, just enough to open a gap in the unlocked door panel.
Perhaps it was because of that mysterious connection that she could vaguely sense Hitzfeld's location inside, and she was not afraid of accidentally hurting her by doing so rashly. After creaking open the door, she saw a strange monster confronting Ice Needle.
This is……
She was a little stunned because Xia Yibing had never seen a monster like this before.
It was in mid-air, with four legs, a thin waist, and red eyes. At first glance, its overall appearance resembled that of an agile hound. Its entire body was wrapped in thick dark particles. From time to time, dark debris formed smoke and fell from its body, disappearing into the air.
But Xia Yibing knew very well that this thing was definitely not a hound, because she couldn't see its specific appearance at all.
This is a very contradictory description. If she appeared in front of Sixus at this moment and described to her what she had just seen, she would say - I saw something that looked like a dog, but no matter how hard I concentrated, I couldn't see its specific appearance.
There is a high probability that Sixus would try to comfort her with kind words, then secretly give her a sedative, tie her up and send her to the psychiatric department.
The noise of her breaking into the room undoubtedly startled it, and Xia Yibing "felt" that this thing began to focus its main attention on herself.
At that moment, she felt the world in her sight was slowly spinning.
It was somewhat similar to the effect of taking hallucinogenic drugs or accidentally ingesting some kind of fungus. She saw the ground twisting, the walls spinning, and the ceiling deforming as if it were alive. Even the dark "hound" was changing its appearance.
At first, she only captured a white dot in the middle of its body.
When she stared at the white spot, it turned black, and then the hound's black shadow suddenly became transparent. Several radial lines began to spread from the blackened white spot. Strangely enough, they were connected to the twisted bathroom.
Xia Yibing... didn't know how to describe this scene.
If I had to put it in words, it was like Hitzfeld had finished a bathroom scene. Then something suddenly appeared in the scene, creating a spatial angle out of thin air and connecting this spatial angle with other lines in the bathroom that could interpret space, so that
This abruptly appearing spatial angle suddenly became a part of the painting, with almost no visible flaws.
It's as if this corner was meant to be here.
Such a spiral of horns that keeps turning...
"boom!"
The sound of gunfire woke her up from her reverie. When she came to her senses, she saw that it was Hitzfeld who took her right hand, wrapped his fingers around hers and shot her.
Look at the monster again...where is the monster?
It disappeared, it no longer existed, as if it had never been there...
Is it really so?
Her nerves were tense, and the stimulation from her sixth sense reminded the woman that this was a deadly threat. She quickly discovered that the commode in the bathroom - what Hitzfeld called a toilet - was twisted.
It should have been regular, at least the part connected to the floor below should have been symmetrical on both sides, but now at least one-third of it is crooked and twisted and grows together with the wall next to it, forming a regular "corner" with that part of the wall.
...Forgive her lack of adjectives, yes - "grown together" - this is the most appropriate description she could think of for them!
"Bang!" There was another explosion, and the lights in the bathroom went out instantly. In the darkness, she heard the sound of ice crystals breaking and exploding, followed by a howl that seemed to pierce through the soul. Just feeling the sound of it made her dizzy.
My left hand was in great pain, as if a red-hot iron was pressed on it. The familiar scent of hair and body, along with a hint of sweat, entered my nose, and my body was knocked to the ground by a huge force, followed by another explosion.
"Bang!!!"
"Hold me!" The mysterious master asked her, "I'm not wearing shoes... Pick me up!"
This voice is like a clear spring.
Xia Yibing recovered from the stretched time and space in an instant. She half-closed her eyes, touched and shook her body with both hands, picked up a soft body horizontally, and ran with her body almost leaning forward at a large angle.
At first she stumbled and fell, but she still remembered to put the person in her arms on it, and she slid out a long way in her leather windbreaker, out of the room and into the corridor outside.
It was also during this opportunity that she saw the pitch-black "hound" again. Without any warning, it jumped out from the ceiling - the corner formed by the protrusion from the wall to the ceiling, and opened its "mouth"-like organ to bite downwards.
Of course, the Dead Bone Ice Needle won't let it succeed.
The few gunshots just now have proved that ice bombs - and even all physical attacks - are ineffective against it. Xia Yibing watched the two touch nervously. This is the first time - the symbol of the mysterious lord, Aisuen Hitzfeld, has bared his fangs at this thing!
With a "puff", the ice needle pierced through the thing, just like penetrating a layer of black smoke. For a moment, she thought that this contact was ineffective, but soon the "hound" let out another wail, almost rolled seven or eight times in the air, flew over her head, and slammed heavily into the corridor.
Center.
"Whirring whirring……"
“Uh…”
The two people's panting sounds almost overlapped, and the floor was full of sharp thorns and debris left by the broken bones and wood. Xia Yibing hugged the body tightly in her arms and did not dare to let go. It was not until she looked at the pair of strange eyes at close range that she hugged the girl a little closer to her arms, as if she only
Only in this way can you feel that both you and the other person are truly alive.
“Don’t be careless…”
With her head buried in the gentle embrace, Xia Yibing heard Hitzfeld whispering.
"It still has breath..."
"There must be a way to fight back..."
"..."
Slowing down her breathing, the woman held the girl's legs with one hand and her back with the other, and stood up slowly and carefully.
The gun had been taken by someone else, so she had no hands free to hold the Changxia sword, but fortunately she was not the main attacker this time.
What she had to do was to dodge the attack on behalf of the main attacker.
And, if the situation is not right, prepare to escape.
There are no Sara people here. It is not wise to fight the monster to the death without any information and with only one life. She never thinks it is shameful to escape.
Trying to move as quietly as possible as she approached the monster, Xia Yibing found that she could now see it a little more clearly.
Most of its body was still shrouded in a weird black fog, but some of the gray fog had dispersed, revealing an ugly surface that crisscrossed like a grid.
Strictly speaking, this thing has nothing to do with any dog. Its hind and forelimbs are in a posture similar to that of a human hand, and its shape is vaguely changing in the black mist... It has an extremely slender but visibly strong neck, and above the neck is a beak structure formed by some grid-like granulations. These things are scattered on the ground and look soft and are still wriggling, and in the very middle of them - the position that is like the center of a flower bush drags out an extremely long "tongue" and lies there motionless.
Looking closely, there was a big hole from its chest to its back. Some dark blue blood was flowing out of it. The place where it was lying, the surrounding walls and the ceiling were all splattered with blue liquid, and even some thick mucus was dripping from the ceiling.
Suppressing her nausea and being extremely alert, Xia Yibing tried to take another step forward.
