Chapter 32 Chaos Hunting (14)

Dorota had always disliked him.

Arrogance was a common problem among the powerful. The head of Nalech looked down on this civilian executive officer who had appeared out of nowhere, and Vigilante also disdained him. They had always disliked each other.

At least there had been no conflict on the surface.

Until today.

But Vespero Nalech did not know that she was Vigilante.

"Give him back to me."

Mottier was the only child of the current ruler of Nalech. Few people dared to provoke him, let alone murder him. The people he left by his eldest son's side were all top-level protectors. Even enemies and political enemies could not easily take action, not to mention that they were in the family's control.

This was tantamount to provoking Naleh's authority. Grief mixed with anger, and the reserved and elegant cold brown pupils were painted with extreme tones, full of sorrow.

Vespero stared at the casual white-haired girl in front of him, like a predator who had to succumb to it because his soft ribs were strangled. He needed to know where the body was.

The young head of Naleh used an ancient and elegant accent, which was deep and mellow, like playing a precious instrument. At this moment, the tone was soaked in the trembling pain, but it was still charming. Dorota seemed to be pleased by this, and the curve of her lips was indulgent.

She laughed, "Are you negotiating with me? Master, this is not the right attitude for negotiation."

"Don't give me orders." Her face suddenly turned cold. Dorota played with the ring on her finger casually, adding nonchalantly, "Don't think about it, I didn't leave you any thoughts."

The interesting thing is that she didn't know whether this was revenge or mercy.

She couldn't do such a thing as cutting a body into pieces and letting people die without peace. Leaving the body so that Vespero could bury his child, it was so funny, how could she be so kind.

She wanted him to pay back the pain and despair.

Jueyue lost temperature little by little in her arms, and she felt her breath disappearing personally.

"You look sad. That's right. The head of the Nalech family, who was so glorious at that time, probably didn't expect that he would end up like this." Dorota exerted a little force, and the inheritance ring shattered in her hand.

The ring broke in the shadow of the iris, and Vespero lost his mind. He realized it later: "It shouldn't be you... You are clearly in Yongzhan, how could Guiyi not notice you here."

In anger, he calmed down and unexpectedly calmed down. He also heard about recent events.

I heard that the mastermind behind the scenes is still being investigated, and it is likely that the new force predator intervened. It seems that someone is behind the scenes, and he didn't expect that he could hide it from Guiyi and let the Night Watchman act recklessly in the 15th District.

The sixth sense gave a strong warning. Vespero stared at her with cold eyes, "You can't bear the consequences."

"You said it as if you would let me go." Dorota took a step back before the fog became darker, turned around, and reappeared on the top floor of the archive headquarters. The building was so damaged that it was about to collapse.

Dorota looked at Vespero who followed here, and said in a light tone: "Anyway, I don't plan to live."

She staked everything, including her own life, just to drag them into hell.

The thick fog turned into a ferocious monster that engulfed the peaceful night, bringing a deeper level of darkness and the unknown. Visibility dropped drastically, and even nearby objects were unclear. Dorota let out a soft sound and used the umbrella in her hand to cut through the fog.

The strange fog began to expand from this area, with a tendency to cover the entire fifteenth district. The plunderer had the power to do it. As long as he wanted, he could create a large-scale bloody hunt to relieve the pain.

"Why is it foggy?"

"Strange, where does the fog come from so late at night?"

"Isn't that the direction of the files? There seems to be someone on the top floor!"

"Did you see it wrong? It's foggy and I can't see anything!"

Someone pointed to the top floor of the tall building and wanted to argue, but before he could say anything, his head fell off and blood spurted all over the faces of the people around him. The people around him screamed in fear.

Dorota vaguely noticed it, and she raised her eyes. He was still affected by his emotions and began to kill indiscriminately to vent his anger.

She held up the umbrella, and the black water swallowed up all the condensation in the mist and took advantage of the situation to form a spider web shape, dotted with crystal water droplets, as if the deep space had personally woven a gorgeous dream catcher.

The umbrella just blocked her face, and when it was removed, it had turned into the appearance of a clematis. She frowned impatiently, and had to solve it as soon as possible, otherwise this madman might really kill everyone in District 15.

The mist gradually faded, revealing a tall and straight figure. The retro style windbreaker jacket was low-key and elegant. His whole body was immersed in the black of the rainy night, but it looked noble and mysterious. He hid in the mist and was the most outstanding gentleman hunter.

A pair of gray-black eyes that were much darker than the night accurately locked onto the target, with a cold and distant temperament.

Iron Maiden raised her fingers to disturb the mist flowing in front of her. She sighed and said angrily: "Don't be so anxious to kill me. Don't you want to know what Mortier said in the end?"

For a man like Vespero, even if she kept Mortier's body, it would be useless. It would only anger him.

On the contrary, it would be less practical than a suicide note.

She was not a person with a sense of morality. Of course, she would make good use of it.

Vespero's eyes paused, and he didn't move again. The mist floating around him became a little stagnant, as if it had calmed down.

She did not hide her malice at all, and smiled proudly, "He really wants to ask you."

Father.

Why don't you want to look at me more?

A tiny stone thrown into the vast ocean created ripples and disturbed the almost indifferent calm.

He suddenly recalled that every time before leaving, Motier would look at him with an expectant look, but unfortunately, many things needed to be dealt with urgently, and Vespero couldn't get away. In the end, he just gave a few instructions and left in a hurry, as if he never cared whether he was disappointed.

The misbehavior of his only son gave him a headache, so he simply handed him over to relatives in the fifteenth district to discipline him.

At that time, he thought Motier would make a big fuss, he would be dissatisfied, and perhaps full of anger, but in fact he just calmly accepted his father's notice, then packed his bags and went to report without looking back.

He occasionally went to the 15th District to discuss amnesia with his relatives who stayed in his hometown.

But he was just there for fun.

The original Motier didn't seem to be like this.

He has no bad behavior. He is well-behaved, obedient, smart, polite and sincere to others, and always has a smile on his face.

He can't remember when the change began. He

hasn't even heard the word "father" for a long time.

Vespero was distracted and didn't notice the sharp murderous intent in front of him. The sharp weapon pierced into his flesh and soaked his black coat. He raised his hand to cover his waist and abdomen, which were oozing a lot of blood. The mist around him suddenly became thick and covered his body.

She said these words intentionally, but he fell into the trap. Vespero moved his hand away, and the wound had healed.

It was a boring trick. He was rarely angry. His eyes turned deep, and a creepy chill touched his back.

The space here is too wide. Clematis immediately returned to the beginning, Motier's bedroom, which was the permanent residence of Vespero's closest person. She chose this place out of mischief, and she was curious about the other person's out-of-control appearance.

The mist squeezed into the room. Although it was spacious enough, it was a limited semi-enclosed space after all. Clematis raised an impeccable smile. The mist was also liquid.

The open-air venue had no boundaries, and the mist could spread everywhere without restraint, which greatly facilitated Vespero's ability. The "bedroom" was a locked cage, and the space had boundaries.

The water droplets that made up this mist, those floating water droplets, changed from infinite to approaching infinity.

She only needed to create a framework that could confine the numbers.

The shadows beneath her feet twisted and transformed, spreading out in all directions, climbing up the walls and ceiling step by step, wrapping into a single black box. The fog trapped inside turned into a ferocious beast that rushed forward, but it could not break through this barrier.

Vespero realized that something was wrong and stepped back abruptly. He wanted to move to the fog area where the files were previously scattered, but it did not work as he wished. He could not sense the existence of the fog.

His face looked a little ugly, obviously the work of the clematis.

People can still remain rational when they are furious, but they may not be able to consider everything.

This is her goal.

She was right.

The misty gray was completely stained by black, turning into an extremely clean and empty monochrome. The strange and hoarse voice seemed to be immersed in an ancient dream. The stale past was like the black that engulfed the vision, pushing forward and grabbing the beating heart when looking back.

"You will regret it." He said so, and the black water tightly wrapped around his body and bound him completely. Until the end, he couldn't tell what filled his eyes.

Anger, hatred, unwillingness, regret.

And belated regret.

"You are the one who regrets first, aren't you?" Tielian laughed very happily, and she was in such a good mood that she laughed out loud, "You can't blame me for this."

She didn't pay any more attention to it and left here directly, with a clear goal, landing in a certain position nearby.

"Here! Right here!" The observer kept shouting in her sea of ​​consciousness, "How did Makisuke get so badly injured?! Stop looking at him and help him treat it!"

"...Shut up."

After being checked, Dianthus felt relieved. Makusuke's injuries were not as serious as they looked. At least he was not injured inside. She said unhappily, "You are being watched but you still run away. This is a good lesson for you to learn from."

Observer: "Stop talking nonsense!! I'm in a hurry, please! I'm in a hurry ,