Chapter 71 Chapter 71 They couldn’t leave the hotel…
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Mo Shiyu sat on the floor of an empty bathroom, listening to the "tick, tick" sound of water dripping from the rusty faucet.
The fluorescent lights above his head flickered from time to time, causing the faces of the corpses beside him, with their eyes still open, to flicker.
His hair and hands were covered in blood. One hand was holding a knife, and he stared at the closed door of the bathroom without moving.
A frighteningly tall shadow was pressed tightly against the frosted glass of the bathroom door. Mo Shiyu could almost see the pale, gorgeous, yet distorted facial features.
"Xiaoyu, why don't you come out?"
A sweet voice with a smile came clearly from outside the door.
Strangely enough, Mo Shiyu was very familiar with this voice.
He had just killed the owner of the voice, and the other person's body was lying next to him.
But the sound of the corpse came from outside the door.
Mo Shiyu heard his own heavy breathing.
Why? Why is this happening?
“No, no…”
He shook his head nervously, tried to shrink back, hugged his head, and his hands stained with scarlet blood stained his pale face.
***
Mo Shiyu slept very poorly the night he escaped from the Yokohama underground.
At seven o'clock in the morning, he woke up in a cold sweat. He pressed his aching head and felt like his head was going to explode.
The baby crawled over and touched Mo Shiyu's forehead with its tip. After making sure that there was no fever, it asked worriedly.
"Master, why are you sweating so much?"
Mo Shiyu bent his legs, lowered his head, and spoke in a bewildered voice. "I...seem to be dreaming."
"What dream?"
Mo Shiyu recalled for a moment and murmured, "It seems..."
"Someone was calling my name, asking me to get out... I don't remember."
In just a few seconds, the feeling of fear and despair that remained in the dream faded away.
As if nothing had happened.
Mo Shiyu pressed his head, but it still hurt a lot. Wawa crawled to the side of the suitcase, took out a box of Tylenol and handed it to him.
Mo Shiyu took it and swallowed two slices dry. She Yu didn't even have time to pour him some water. He could only lie on his thighs and look at him eagerly.
After a while, he finally felt a little better.
Mo Shiyu got out of bed, took a quick shower, tidied himself up, and felt alive again.
He opened the curtains, looked at the bright sunshine, and finally couldn't help but curse - What the hell is Yokohama?
After coming here, he began to frequently dream about things he had never experienced.
But they are not good dreams.
If possible, Mo Shiyu would never want to set foot here again in his life.
He took a deep breath, picked up Sheyu, closed the door, took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Vermouth.
Thinking that the priest might follow, Mo Shiyu also told him not to appear around him so blatantly.
Smino meekly said it was no problem and tried to hand him an eight-digit black gold card for him to use as he pleased, but Mo Shiyu reluctantly declined, "No, thanks. You keep it."
Don't test him like this, his humanity can't stand the test!
***
He was walking down the street with his phone in hand and his head down, not noticing a group of young men in hoodies wearing masks with crescent smiley faces coming towards him.
Several masked youths behaved frivolously, gesticulating and whistling at him.
There is a university next door, and the university emblem is printed on the hoodies, so they must be a group of college students.
It was so early in the morning and they even smelled strongly of alcohol.
The more you pay attention to the drunkards, the crazier they become. Ignoring them is the best option. Mo Shiyu didn't look at them, but walked straight past them.
He went to the coffee shop and bought two American coffees. When he walked out of the coffee shop, he found that among the drunkards who he thought had all left, one of the masked young men was still waiting there, standing on the side of the road, staring at him.
The big screen next to me was broadcasting yesterday's missing case, and the female announcer's voice repeated over and over again in the silence.
"Dear citizens, considering the possible unknown contamination, please do not approach the large pit east of Yokohama."
"I repeat, please don't go near the potholes east of Yokohama..."
"Hello."
The masked young man walked over with the bright red smiling mask facing him, and Mo Shiyu smelled the pungent smell of alcohol.
A wooden young male voice came from behind the mask, "Can I have your contact information?"
For some reason, the scene before him made Mo Shiyu feel very uncomfortable. He frowned and said, "Sorry, no."
After saying that, he turned around, walked through the traffic light, and walked forward a little further.
After walking for about five or six minutes, Mo Shiyu turned around again and looked at the masked young man who was following closely behind him.
Mo Shiyu's eyes were not gentle, but rather a little cold and disgusted. "I said, don't follow me anymore. Do you understand?"
The masked young man seemed stunned and stood there blankly.
Mo Shiyu no longer cared about the reaction of the person in front of him and turned away.
He was inexplicably concerned about the news, feeling that the Japanese government's reaction was a bit strange. So, he had Sheyu send a doll to the place where the large hole had been dug underground yesterday.
The place has been surrounded by layers of enemies, and there are so many police officers on the outermost perimeter that Mo Shiyu has never seen such an exaggerated scene.
In addition to police cars, there were also various tents, filled with soldiers of various skin colors and nationalities. All of them looked very bad, and some were squatting on the ground, covering their mouths and vomiting violently.
It seems as if all the government power in the world is concentrated here.
This is too abnormal, Mo Shiyu thought.
Even though the bugs are responsible for a large number of disappearances, why are there still so many people gathered here now that most of the victims have been released and the bugs have run away?
Also, why are several people vomiting?
Did anything else happen last night after he left?
Mo Shiyu had no plans to conduct an in-depth investigation for the time being. It would be better to let the second-in-command with an official identity who was about to come to Yokohama do this.
But before leaving, he still planned to go in and take a look.
Most people stayed outside the barrier, and She Yu turned into a ghost and sneaked into the barrier.
She Yu turned a corner and saw a body being pulled out from inside the barrier, its face covered. The exposed arm was blue and rotten, and black and purple sticky tissue fluid dripped onto the ground.
It's like a human-shaped radioactive contamination object.
Is this also done by the moth people?
No, it doesn't look like that. That's not how the Moth Man kills people. The people being sacrificed are smashed into bloody pieces as soon as they come out of the cocoon.
The corpse in front of me still has a human shape.
But for some reason, Mo Shiyu felt that this corpse was even more terrifying and disgusting than the minced meat.
She Yu walked around the crowd, went deeper, and saw deeper underground.
There were stopped excavators all around. It seemed that the government had been trying to dig the ground before, but at this moment, all work had stopped.
“…” She Yu stopped in a daze.
There is only one adjective that can describe the scene before me.
Rotten meat.
Large areas of wriggling, rotting flesh replaced the soft soil and became the underground of Yokohama.
No wonder Smirnoff said that even the bugs didn't dare to dig deep in Yokohama.
***
Mo Shiyu arrived at the hotel where Vermouth was staying and sat by the fountain downstairs.
Such a big thing happened in Yokohama. Based on his understanding of Vermouth, she would most likely not stay here any longer.
In fact, this was also the message Vermouth sent him.
"We're going to change our job, Valentine. Come find me first."
Two or three minutes later, Mo Shiyu watched the blonde beauty walk out of the hotel.
Vermouth looked at him with an extremely focused gaze, almost unblinking. After a while, she raised her plump red lips and said, "Valentin, you seem to have changed a little. Is it my illusion?"
Mo Shiyu handed her a cup of American coffee and pretended to be stupid, "Is that true?"
Vermouth moved closer, and Mo Shiyu smelled the cold and bitter fragrance on her. She took the coffee and touched Mo Shiyu's hair. Mo Shiyu felt as if he was being gently rubbed by a poisonous snake with its fangs retracted.
She didn't dwell on the point, but whispered, "We have to go."
Mo Shiyu responded and stood up from the fountain. "Besides me, can you find a suitable actor?"
Vermouth shook her head. "The director particularly likes this role. He is a perfectionist. If he can't find the right one, he would rather delete it than compromise."
Mo Shiyu thought, how could a minor character with only two lines be so likable?
Vermouth turned her head to look at him. Her light golden hair looked like crushed gold dust in the sunlight. There was no smile in her dark blue eyes. "Rather than that, I want to ask you, where were you last night?"
Mo Shiyu looked at her without any reaction, "I'm in the bug nest."
He knocked his head and said, "I was almost poisoned to death."
Vermouth sighed softly, "As expected."
Mo Shiyu didn't think about hiding it from the organization. After all, so many people saw him last night, and now the most troublesome thing is no longer the organization.
“…”
Vermouth stopped, suddenly turned her head, pressed the back of his head, and leaned over.
“Valentin, listen to me.” Vermouth met his gaze and lowered her voice. “What happened in Yokohama yesterday was no small matter. Whether you want it or not, you’re going to become famous among the world’s dignitaries.”
"Instead of being inexplicably captured in some corner and locked up in a lab, it's better to step onto the stage and increase your influence. With your abilities, even a role with only two lines can cause a global frenzy."
Mo Shiyu stared at her blankly for a long time, then lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"The wheel of time rolls forward, and the fate of individuals is instantly crushed to dust beneath its wheels."
Vermouth's hoarse voice seemed to be saying something, "At least before this, do your best."
Mo Shiyu was about to say something, but his attention was captured by a loud noise the next second.
At this moment, he seemed to have anticipated something, his heart tightened as if being grasped by a hand, and the blood in his body surged up coldly and violently.
He protected Vermouth behind him and turned his head suddenly——
A black shadow flashed across his eyes and fell heavily on the concrete floor, blood and flesh splattering on his feet and trouser legs.
Less than two meters away from Mo Shiyu, a corpse with twisted limbs appeared before him.
The familiar, strange mask with a bright red smiling face printed on it was firmly fastened to the corpse's face. The corpse's back and face were facing upwards, facing Mo Shiyu. Blood continued to flow out from under the mask until it soaked the concrete floor underneath.
Mo Shiyu stared at this scene intently.
At this moment, he didn't even know what he was thinking.
After a full half second of dead silence, the sharp screams that came one after another around suddenly pierced the sky.
Someone screamed heartbreakingly, "Someone jumped off the building——"
Vermouth's face suddenly changed. She reacted very quickly, grabbed Mo Shiyu's hand, and immediately ran out of the hotel with him.
"It's him..." Mo Shiyu murmured as he was pulled and staggered forward.
That college student.
Amid the sound of the wind in his ears, a thought slowly flashed through Mo Shiyu's mind.
No matter what dreams and hopes you have, no matter how happy your life is, or how bright your future is, they are meaningless in this world.
Under the wheel of the times, human life is like an ant, which will be crushed into pieces at the first sign of trouble.
***
"Valentin, Valentine..."
Vermouth pushed Mo Shiyu's shoulder, and Mo Shiyu woke up as if from a dream and looked up at her.
They didn't know when they were already in Vermouth's car. Vermouth sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and weaved through the traffic. The scenery outside the window flew backwards.
"What's wrong? Do you know that person?" Vermouth said in a low voice without taking her eyes off the road ahead.
Mo Shiyu lowered his head for a while, wiped his face vigorously, and said, "I guess so."
"When I came out in the morning, he was hanging out with the hungover college kids and trying to strike up a conversation with me."
"He reeked of alcohol and was wearing a mask that looked like a murderer, but he was probably just an ordinary student. I rejected him. Later, he jumped off the building in front of us."
Mo Shiyu thought about the strange mask and said, "Now that I think about it, the direction that group of college students came from was the direction of the Yokohama Big Hole."
Vermouth pondered for a moment, "Last night, when the Japanese government dug underground in Yokohama, an accident occurred and more than a dozen people on the construction team died on the spot."
"If we consider this impact 'pollution,' it has already spread. At least some of the residents around the large hole were also contaminated last night. However, the impact wasn't as dramatic as the dozen or so people who faced the underground directly."
"Yes, I think so too." Mo Shiyu said, "If that student hadn't encountered any stimulation, he wouldn't have died so quickly. The fuse... should be me."
"No." Vermouth interrupted him, "It's not you, Valentine. The world has become like this. Whether it's ordinary people or us... death is not a surprise at any time. No one is wrong, no one has to die, it's just that the world has deteriorated, and everyone must bear the consequences, that's all."
Mo Shiyu looked at her, a little stunned, "Vermouth..."
"Are you comforting me?"
The beautiful blonde woman curled her lips at him, and as always, her beautiful blue eyes sparkled.
"I can't stand seeing you sad."
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and couldn't help laughing softly.
…
The sky was boundless, like the ink from a blue ink bottle that had been poured out, slowly flowing out, and finally a few white clouds appeared.
"Hey, let me say..." Mo Shiyu looked out the window and suddenly spoke.
"We are heading out of Yokohama."
"Yeah." Vermouth's eyes became colder and colder.
Mo Shiyu looked out the window at the familiar hotel that was getting closer and closer, and murmured word by word in a puzzled and slow voice, "Then why are we back again?"
The next second, a shrill siren sounded outside the car, and countless police cars stopped around the hotel.
Mo Shiyu saw a twisted corpse with its face covered by a white cloth wrapped in a body bag not far away.
The bright red smiling mask fell on the green grass, face up, and the curved corners of the mouth were clearly reflected in his smoky gray eyes.
"Valentin." Vermouth pulled out a pistol and magazine from the trunk of the car, and a low and cold voice sounded beside him, "Prepare for battle."
"It seems that this is why he came to commit suicide in front of us."
Mo Shiyu got out of the car.
They couldn't leave the hotel.
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