Chapter 94 The Reason for Everything
As if reviving from underground, countless white shadows filled the world. They wandered around the streets, standing there as if without a purpose, like ghosts that suddenly appeared.
Conan hid behind the window of a residential house, watching everything outside the window with cold sweat. Behind him, a doll in a pink dress was looking at his back with a smile. He was holding a piece of paper with rules in his hand, trying his best not to violate its taboos.
Dazai Osamu and Pei Zhenzhen are trying their best to escape. They wanted to find the rules for these white shadows, but the number was too large and they had no clues for the time being. Fortunately, they are still a little slow now, giving them a chance to escape, but unfortunately, after being activated, they have the ability to "flash", and can flash from one place to another in an instant.
Looking at the white shadows that were gradually surrounding him, Dazai Osamu grinned and whispered, "Come this way."
They used the houses and debris to run in one direction, because they found that the flashing of these white shadows actually took place within their sight. In other words, as long as the two sides did not look at each other, their teleportation could be suppressed to the greatest extent. In this way, they finally had a chance to catch their breath.
Pei Zhen was following Dazai Osamu, he seemed to know where to go. They dodged and after alarming a large number of white shadows, they finally saw a house with a special structure. "This is..." Pei Zhen was stunned.
Dazai Osamu rushed in first: "It's the police station!" he said.
Pei Zhen also rushed in dangerously. A white shadow landed one centimeter behind him. The illusory hand grabbed nothing. It raised its head and let out a sharp whistle.
This is an empty house. There are some documents randomly placed on the desk, a few chairs scattered against the wall, the telephone and receiver are the styles of many years ago, and some discipline posters are posted on the wall. The overall atmosphere is simple and sloppy.
Dazai Osamu frowned and looked at a cup half filled with water and a half-written document on the table. Pei Zhen also saw this and said, "There was someone here before... no, a monster?" Why did it look like they had just left in an emergency?
Dazai touched the table with his fingers, and found no dust: "The last time I came here, I did see a shadow swaying inside."
Pei Zhen looked around vigilantly. Dazai Osamu seemed to have remembered something: "Do you still remember the description of the police station in that rule?"
"They are fair." Pei Zhen also thought of it.
"Fairness," Dazai Osamu sneered, "This word means impartiality, and in this situation, what does it mean, do you know?" It means that they will not help either side.
"No," Pei Zhen said at this time: "They still left something behind."
Dazai Osamu turned his head and saw Pei Zhen pull out a piece of paper from the interlayer of the document, which was full of words.
"1. Their number is infinite, and every time one is destroyed, more will be created.
2. They are everywhere, but they don’t like enclosed spaces. You can hide in your house, but this is not a long-term solution.
3. Don't look them in the eye, and don't let them see you. Because sight creates pathways through which they can move.
4. The night is their home ground. They will disperse during the day, with only a few hiding in the shadows. And the red moon will make them boil.
5. They make only one sound, a high-pitched whistle. Don't listen to other sounds, they are illusions.
6. Don't let them gather together, as this will lead to bad changes.
7. You can stab them with sharp objects, but don't let them touch your body. ”
"This is the rule of those things outside." Dazai Osamu was a little surprised.
"This handwriting..." Pei Zhen saw something and remembered the first set of rules he got.
Dazai Osamu found another map on the other side, which had several locations marked on it. It was a map covering the entire area, which was exactly what they needed.
"We need to make a decision as soon as possible." Pei Zhen walked over and motioned Dazai Osamu to look out the window. Dazai Osamu glanced over carefully and saw dense white shadows crowding outside and looking inside. His head suddenly began to hurt.
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Conan hid in the house for a long time. One of the rules of the doll in the red skirt is that it cannot fall into a deep sleep. This is nothing to him because after such a change, he can't sleep even if he wants to.
He knew he had to leave, because people could only stay in this house for another sixty minutes. If they exceeded the time limit, they would be turned into a new doll by the doll and stay there forever, becoming its companion. For him, this was even more painful than death. He must leave this place, because he is not the only one involved, but also the person who has been waiting for him and whom he is protecting.
The Black Organization has been defeated and the long dark night has passed. How could they fall in this unknown and strange place before they could see the sun? Even if he is surpassed, he will never admit defeat!
With his conviction firmed, he faced the furious gaze of the red-skirted doll and fled madly in the direction with the least white shadows. He wanted to go to another taller house because he recognized it as a TV station building where he might be able to find something useful.
He tried his best to dodge his body, but an accident still occurred on a long stretch of road without any obstructions. In a place where there was no white shadow originally, a new white shadow slowly emerged, only a few meters away from Conan. It saw Conan, and Conan also saw it. In an instant, it moved in front of Conan, and its cold and wet body had covered his face.
Conan's mind went blank, he didn't expect that this monster could play like this. He had tried his best, but he never expected that they had another way to transfer. Death was imminent, and Conan lost all senses for a moment, until -
"Swish!" A slight and rapid sound of breaking through the air sounded in his ears. In front of him, the white shadow that was about to hit his face suddenly screamed towards the sky. The painful and mournful howl was also suppressed by the scream. It was like a punctured bloated balloon that suddenly burst open. Conan could even smell the cold and damp smell belonging to its body.
"Go!" someone whispered in his ear. Conan ran quickly because the sound had attracted the attention of other white shadows. He wished he could grow two more legs so that he could shorten the time it takes to cover this distance.
He rolled and ran into the TV station, and lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest. But soon, he stood up again, hid behind the windowsill, and looked out cautiously.
There was no one else except a few white shadows.
Impossible, Conan confirmed that he was rescued. The sound of breaking through the air was like that of an arrow being shot, and there was also the voice of someone talking... Conan's expression changed for a moment.
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"Tick-tock." The clock is ticking quietly. No matter how chaotic the outside world is, this small piece of land is like a quiet island, not affected at all.
There were some medical instruments on the table in the room, and a variety of medicines were stored in the medicine cabinet on one side. The young man, wearing a white coat, sat on a chair and turned another page of the medical record in his hand. His skin was as pale as winter snow, and his eyes were filled with calm indifference.
Until someone barged in unceremoniously. The door was forced open and the person quickly walked up to him.
"Welcome," he raised his head and said politely, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Dazai Osamu walked up to him with a cold face, his eyes were dark, black mist rolled inside, restraining all his recklessness in the martial arts detective. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the mafia era again. He was wearing that torn windbreaker, and under his curly hair, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable, sticky malice. From his thin, pale lips, he uttered words that sounded like a curse: "I knew it was you, Fyodor."
He said with great annoyance: "Rats are rats. You are in the sewers and in the cesspools. You are a bunch of ghosts that won't go away. You are also involved in this incident, right? Tell me, where is Gogol, your subordinate?"
"Nikolai is not my subordinate," Fyodor simply explained. He put down the medical record book and was not angry about Dazai's radical words. He said calmly, "This is a clinic. Only injured people can come in. Nikolai did something impolite and he paid the price for his curiosity. Dazai-kun is so angry because," he turned his eyes to Dazai's arm, "Are you injured too?"
"Swish." Dazai Osamu raised his arm without hesitation and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Fyodor's forehead. He warned: "Don't try me! Tell me everything you have done!"
Someone behind the light blue isolation curtain on the other side heard the noise and turned his head towards this side.
Fyodor still looked indifferent: "Or, you didn't come here alone?"
"Bang!" Dazai Osamu actually fired a gun. The bullet rolled off Fyodor's forehead without leaving a single scratch on him.
Fyodor put away the medical record book and shook his head. "Patients cannot hurt doctors in the clinic. Also, Dazai-kun, do you really want to be so cruel to someone who can give you clues?"
Dazai Osamu put down the gun and was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Feodor, you broke into someone else's house like this. Have you ever met the owner of this house? Or have you ever received any special hospitality from him?"
This time it was Fyodor's turn to remain silent. Dazai Osamu seemed to have noticed something. He laughed so hard that he doubled over. "I knew it. Why are we, the group of people implicated, suffering so badly, while you two culprits can still stay so quiet? Tell me, what do you know?"
"It's just that I went through what you went through, Dazai-kun," Fyodor said lightly, "It's just that the process was a bit tragic. Those monsters are more resistant to the rules."
In this dangerous world, being high brings about earth-shaking changes, but Fyodor has no habit of talking about his painful things. He said softly: "We didn't do anything. When Nikolai came into contact with the 'witch' last time, he found that there was a space in this city that was a little strange. His ability made him slightly sensitive to these things, so he stayed and kept observing the place."
"Until you, Dazai-kun, arrived," Fyodor's deep purple eyes turned, like a cold snake, ready to wrap around and strangle the other person at any time, "the missing case you investigated aroused his interest, and then, there was a fluctuation in the space for the first time, and Nikolai simply couldn't stand being excluded, so," he spread his hands: "he tried to get in by himself."
Dazai Osamu was so angry that he laughed: "So, everything we have suffered is caused by the actions of a willful guy who wanted to break into someone else's 'home', huh?" He turned the gun in his hand, as if he wanted to shoot someone immediately.
Fyodor said lightly: "He will be responsible for what he did." He just said it lightly, and saved Gogol from greater pain.
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