Chapter 133 Chapter 133 The Land of the Shadow of Death (I)
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Sometimes, Mo Shiyu couldn't understand what Gin was thinking.
For example, the opponent had obviously figured out the weakness of his ability, so the first step of the sneak attack was to deprive him of his eyesight, which was a very wise decision.
——But this alone is not enough to make him lose his fighting ability.
Mo Shiyu can make a third eye grow in any part of his body. He can easily achieve his goal by slightly controlling the concentration of pollution in his body.
After all, one of the characteristics of the Nest Mother's abilities is "alienation."
I believe the Silver-haired Killer could also predict this.
Although he used the most familiar cold tone to treat mice, Gin chose to use the relatively gentle method of "blindfolding" but did not use more ruthless means to restrain his actions...using the methods that the organization used against the Nest Mother.
He could sense the killer's clear murderous intent, so he wondered, what did Gin mean?
Could it be that this was Karasuma Renya's instruction? To prevent his men from harming him? As soon as this thought came to Mo Shiyu's mind, he immediately denied it.
For that old pervert, as long as Mo Shiyu was still breathing, it was enough. It would be best if he had all his bones broken, his mind shattered, and no ability to resist at all. That would be his ideal "cat."
Since it's not the organization's order, then it must be Gin's own intention?
All the thoughts that just flashed through my mind were only for a moment.
Mo Shiyu was pressed to the rough ground by Gin, and his back was rubbed so hard that it hurt. He grabbed the other person's silver hair without showing any weakness. This time he used all his strength. He could clearly feel that the person on his body had to lower his body due to being pulled by him.
This guy is really patient and never says a word.
The upper half of Mo Shiyu's face was covered by a black cloth, his gray hair scattered on the ground. Only his exposed lips curled up slightly. He listened to the breathing sound close at hand and said softly, "What are you talking about? Gin, it's not the first day you know about my good relationship with the police."
Gin sneered.
Mo Shiyu said, holding the young man's body, "My real body is not here. You can't hurt me no matter what you do. Why don't you just tell me what you are doing here?"
"What do you think? There's always only one ending for a mouse." Gin's voice was a little hoarse than it was two years ago. Mo Shiyu could smell the scent of burning cedar wood from his breath. "Valentine."
He never thought that one day he would be called a rat.
"That's really hurtful. Am I just a rat in your eyes?"
Mo Shiyu curled his eyes, revealing a little bit of the bright red tip of his tongue, and the next moment a slender eye split open from the tip of his tongue.
The smoky-gray eyeballs, the size of a fingernail, were sunken in the red flesh. They turned a few times and looked directly at the silver-haired killer.
Gin's body stiffened for a moment.
"Call me mother." Mo Shiyu tilted his head, relaxed a little, and gently ran his fingers through the killer's silver hair.
He stood up and tore off the black cloth from his eyes. He wanted to retract the eyes from his tongue, but failed.
Sure enough, there was something wrong with my body.
Mo Shiyu pursed his lips. Fortunately, he had placed his third eye in a hidden place like his tongue. As long as he didn't open his mouth, he wouldn't be able to see it. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to meet Hagiwara Kenji and the others later.
He turned his head to look at Gin, who was looking at him with an extremely horrified expression, and it was impossible to tell that he had just been hit hard by him.
Mo Shiyu curled his lips and said, "Seeing that you didn't care about my attack at all, I thought you blinded yourself. But it turns out you didn't."
He already had the intention of leaving.
He could see that Gin had other purposes in coming here, but the other party's reluctance to express his true intentions, as if delaying time, also made him impatient. The life and death of Hagiwara Kenji and the others were uncertain, and Mo Shiyu was in no mood to waste time.
Gin looked at him with a gloomy and terrifying look, like a silent beast hiding in the darkness, brewing something terrifying. Ever since Mo Shiyu showed his ability to transform, something was wrong with him.
"It seems that your abnormal ability not only turned you into this young boy, but also has many other surprises."
Mo Shiyu paused as he was about to leave.
He tightened his fingers slightly, turned his head, and narrowed his eyes. "Deformity?"
Gin rarely uses such subjective words. Does he hate him so much?
Gin said, "Have you gotten used to using this ability to transform your body?"
"This is my ability." Mo Shiyu said, "How I use it is none of your business."
He didn't say anything else, didn't look over, and turned away.
*****
The bright red internal organs were dug out and placed in the square, and the blood was smeared into strange patterns.
People with rosy faces were singing and dancing in the square, and disemboweled corpses were piled in the corner.
The polluted people adjusted their speakers, playing a cheerful song on loop. The cheerful lyrics repeated over and over, creating a gloomy atmosphere.
Mo Shiyu was in the corner, looking at the square with a telescope. He knew that he was very close to the center stage.
In addition to the people in the square, there were also more and more contaminated people coming here.
Things are getting worse.
"Most of the polluters are concentrated here. What's so special about this place?" he thought.
At this time, another woman with a unsteady gait came from a distance. She was wearing a green long skirt and a mask. The mask was torn in the middle, sticking to her flesh and blood, dividing her face into two distinct and bloody parts.
The route she took happened to pass by Mo Shiyu's hiding place.
Mo Shiyu noticed this and slowly lowered his body, staring closely at the woman in the green dress.
As he got closer, he heard the woman's vague whisper, "It smells so good, so good..."
As she walked past Mo Shiyu, her body suddenly stopped.
The woman tilted her head, as if she was a little confused. She first looked in the direction of the square, then slowly moved her torn and terrifying face closer to Mo Shiyu. The part that originally belonged to her nose moved slightly, "Hmm..."
"Why does it smell good here too?"
Unlike the polluters coming from other directions, she looked so confused that she almost lost her way.
After several minutes, she finally turned around and walked towards the square.
Mo Shiyu looked at the woman's swaying back as she walked away, and his brows slowly furrowed.
It is a certain result that he does have a certain attraction to these polluted people, but the polluters do not gather around him.
There are things in the square that are more attractive to polluters than Moshi fish.
This is a very strange thing. Although the pollution in these polluters has mutated, it is still pollution in the final analysis. He has never seen anything more susceptible to pollution than the Nest Mother.
What is their purpose in making such a big fuss and harming so many innocent people?
Mo Shiyu could clearly sense that the clown that had appeared on the screen and provoked him was nearby. However, the distance between them kept changing, which was quite strange.
There seemed to be some movement over there in the square. The polluters formed a circle and raised their hands. The scene looked like a cult sacrifice.
The wind is blowing.
Yellow dust gradually blew up from the ground and in the air.
Mo Shiyu looked at this scene, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Little Fish...
Suddenly, a vague and distant voice sounded in his mind. Mo Shiyu was stunned. Is it Xiao Mo?
For some reason, Xiao Mo's voice was intermittent, like a radio with poor connection.
Mo Shiyu suddenly saw some blurry, intermittent images. The content was extremely blurry, but the characters were very familiar to him.
It was Kenji Hagiwara, Jinpei Matsuda, and one other person...
The next second, Xiao Mo's voice suddenly became clear.
[Remember…]
At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared behind him. The hand stretched out from the darkness, placed it lightly on his ankle, and pulled it hard.
Mo Shiyu was suddenly startled. The moment he lost his balance, he quickly supported himself on the ground with one hand, twisted his body in the air, and locked his gaze behind him with murderous intent, his smoky-gray eyes filled with bloodshot.
There is no one behind me.
The air behind him seemed to be torn open, and his right foot was pulled into the interior of the space. From where he stood, his right leg to his calf seemed to be swallowed up by the space.
"A mutant?"
A voice with a funny laugh came from the other end of the space.
"Mosan, I'm really sad that you're unwilling to come here in person." He said a little aggrievedly, "Aren't the lives of the police officers worth the risk of coming here in person?"
Mo Shiyu recognized the voice as that of the clown. He sneered and said, "Xiao Guosang, you don't even want to come see me. You make me sad too."
The clown, or rather Gogol, suddenly burst into shrill laughter.
Mo Shiyu frowned.
What about his introverted, heterochromic little star? Wouldn't it be a disaster if his fans heard his bone-numbing laugh?
"Mosan, I like you very much. Do you know why?"
Gogol stopped laughing and said, "It's not because of your beautiful appearance, nor because of your strange attraction. It's because I knew the first time I saw you that you are exactly the same tragedy that I find most difficult to accept."
"Mosan, do you want to hear a story?"
"I don't want to." Mo Shiyu said coldly.
"No, you do. You must listen if you want to see your beloved officer again," Gogol said with a maniacal laugh.
“…”
"Oh?" Mo Shiyu said slowly.
He didn't care about Mo Shiyu's murderous eyes. The body on the other side of the space seemed to have changed to a more comfortable posture. He sat down and gently stroked Mo Shiyu's right leg that was stuck in the space.
Mo Shiyu stood motionless, staring at the space that swallowed his calf, his eyes darkening into a dark gray.
Some warm and cool fingertips scratched the skin, and sharp nails circled the calves, like a knife and fork scratching across a plate, making people itchy and uneasy.
Gogol murmured in a trembling voice, "Once upon a time, there was a clown who saw a fish. The fish was so beautiful, but the clown was trapped in a fish tank and couldn't get out."
"The clown felt heartbroken, so he helped him in the end, but unfortunately, when he jumped out of the fish tank, he found that he could never escape. The world was his bigger cage."
"In the end, he committed suicide out of despair."
"Mo Sang, that was you in your previous life."
"In this life, I have endured for a long, long time. I have waited for you to struggle and jump out of the fish tank, waiting until the moment you realize that you will never be free and fall into despair—"
"Come to see you." He sang like a romantic poet.
Mo Shiyu: “…”
He felt like he was talking to a psychopath. Can your villains in Wenye speak some human language?
"You said I can't get freedom, so I can't get it?"
Mo Shiyu's eyes were filled with spider-web-like bloodshot, "What are you?"
As if in response to his words, a figure was kicked out from the shadows about 30 meters away.
Gogol rolled nimbly on the ground and stood firm.
He looked down at his empty palms, then raised his eyes to look at Mo Shiyu who had broken free from the space and stood up again not far away, and tilted his head in a rare look of confusion.
His special ability is space transfer, which allows him to transfer anything within 30 meters to his side.
He could trap Mo Shiyu, but that also meant he himself had to stay here.
But how did Mo Shiyu discover himself?
He realized that something was lying on his back.
He turned around suddenly and found that it was a white doll. Its black hole-like eyes were staring at him, and a broken rope was slowly taking shape in its hand.
Another white puppet landed on Mo Shiyu's shoulder and transformed into a white-haired boy.
Gogol stared at Mo Shiyu and She Yu, whose somewhat similar looks, and didn't care about the rope around his neck that was getting tighter and tighter.
The Nest Mother came to this world alone, facing the malice of the entire world alone, no matter which timeline or parallel world.
He longs for freedom the most, but he will never be free.
"It was you who discovered me, the White-haired Sorcerer," said Gogol.
What's the difference in this timeline?
The rope around his neck suddenly tightened, and he laughed loudly, his laughter becoming more and more crazy. "Mosan, the sacrifice is complete, keep going forward. Can you break the net that is blocking you? The answer is in front of you, go in!"
The polluters in the square behind them were not disturbed at all by the commotion here. They still gathered together and danced a strange dance. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, the yellow sand was blowing higher and higher, and the ominous atmosphere was becoming more and more obvious.
As soon as the dance was over, the polluters cheered with unpleasant screams. Some of them ran up to the nearby building, and then jumped down one by one like dumplings falling into a pot.
Horrible flowers of blood bloomed in the square.
Mo Shiyu felt horrified as he watched this scene. The polluters sacrificed their lives, but to whom were they sacrificing?
Huge tree roots sprouted from the ground in the square. They fed on the corpses and blood on the ground, growing thicker and thicker, and then attacked in all directions with their fangs and claws.
"This is..." She Yu's pupils contracted for a moment, and he suddenly looked at Mo Shiyu.
Mo Shiyu held Sheyu's hand, his face grim, "Mare Ring."
It makes sense that these people are worshipping the Ring of Mare, which is the cornerstone of the world just like the "Book".
The surrounding environment began to change, as if falling into another dimension, and time and space began to distort.
He held his head and knelt on the ground in pain, and the memories in his mind seemed to recede like the tide.
The voice belonging to Xiao Mo that he had just heard rang in his ears.
Little Fish...
【You must remember your name and who you are! 】
I see……
Finally, Mo Shiyu took out his cell phone, made a quick call, whispered a few words, and hung up.
"Sheyu." He whispered, "Let's go in."
"You can definitely find me and wake me up."
****
"Foolishness calls for divinity."
Fingers as white as jade caressed the piano keys, and the piano's gentle sound flowed. The black-haired young man, with long eyelashes drooping, adjusted his white woolen hat and looked at the white-haired clown lying on the street. "I just hope I won't regret it."
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