"Wild Duck Country"

Even though it didn't seem like a good time, I still fell into deep thought.

I began to recall what I had written, and whether I had been selfishly retaliating in some strange places because I had been hit for a long time.

Because I really don't know how to explain how that duck in the sky that looks like it fell into a pool of orange hair dye came to be. Why is it that everyone else is normal white, and now it has become a background board?

The hazy orange light in the sky hangs there like a little sun, bright and colorful, mixed very evenly. Large chunks of gravel surround him like stars surrounding the moon, all of the same bright color. But because the color is too strong, it looks like a five-year-old child casually painted it in a coloring book, unable to control the strength, and finally the whole duck's lines are blurred into a patch of spots.

White tiger, glowing orange duck.

Looking at the chaos around me, I made a choice almost immediately. No matter how bad the duck color scheme is, it must be for me, right?

In any case, its previous actions also forced the white tiger to retreat.

I casually pushed aside Yaksha Baixue beside me, and walked forward with the wide, damp robe in my hand. The wind was a bit cold, and at the same time, I could smell the fishy smell on my clothes.

Before leaving, I glanced back at the white tiger that was gradually surrounded by a group of ducks, and then looked up at the sky nonchalantly.

"Can you come down?"

I asked, adding an exclamation.

"Are the feathers dyed? They are so beautiful."

Although it was a question, it was actually an order. I watched it paddling in the air and gradually drifting down, and I was ready to catch it.

With a hundred times magnification filter, it doesn't matter how strange its color is. It makes people happy to look at it. They can't wait to pluck a hair from its wings to take a good look to see if the color is dyed.

“Gah.”

The orange duck quacked, its two webbed feet still stamping uncontrollably in the air.

No one noticed that the Ace Duck in the sky had a distorted look on its face.

Let's make a quick decision. Hearing the uncontrolled cry coming out of his mouth, Nakahara Chuuya completely gave up the idea of ​​negotiation. In his mind, the person below was a completely uncommunicative existence, and it could even be said that he had no connection with normal people at all.

And every night I have to pop a few of my own head balloons. I must repay this care!

“Gah—”

Ace's face darkened, and his body could not help but slide down. Under the effect of his special ability, the huge rocks around him towered and emitted a strange light.

I knew nothing. I just raised my hands with a smile, ready to catch it, but suddenly I saw the stones all over the sky suddenly became abnormally bright and suddenly fell down one after another.

No, the word "fall" is not quite accurate. In fact, they are not in free fall, but are given an initial velocity in advance, and they can strike with precision just like they are aiming at the target.

This scene made me open my eyes wide for a moment.

A meteor streaked across the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground, creating an artificial gully and also cutting off one side's retreat route. I had no choice but to walk forward for some distance.

Gravel fell down, but it did not instantly cover the surroundings. Instead, it had direction and order in the chaos, like a giant beast, leaving footprints behind it step by step, driving me forward.

But what lies ahead?

There might be dark trees and an unknown night there. But anything that makes me leave the area I have marked is an offense to me. At this time, its attitude is also very clear, hostile. This is also a matter of course, but it is all because of its color that I have unrealistic fantasies.

In fact, sometimes non-cooperation is also a form of cooperation. How should I put it? Let's decide the winner in the style of a horror movie?

In the higher sky, there are thick dark clouds, which are about to descend and cover the little starlight. It is suspended in the air, not looking like it is about to fall, nor does it seem to be about to fly. It is just like an installation art hanging in the sky, with a clear boundary between it and the ground.

Anyway, I'm here now. Didn't I plan to find a few people to test it out on the spot? Look, the male protagonists are all in the sky. I pointed my finger at the color block in the sky and felt motivated again.

Following my fingertips, all the white ducks looked up at the orange light suspended in the sky with their gray eyes.

"Go ahead and shoot it down for me."

No matter how you look at it, the issue of coat color is very important.

"Don't waste this wonderful night."

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If you look down from the sky, you can see white dots moving towards the center of the plain, trampling and squeezing each other, but forming a vacuum zone in the middle. Countless pairs of eyes with shadows stare at the aliens in the sky, followed by a few elongated, sharp, cold cries, like fingernails scratching a blackboard.

They were probably thinking and marveling at each other's differences, but this problem was obviously a bit difficult for them. In the end, they could only cry a few times, pulling their necks upwards, with their beaks pointed towards the sky, but it was too high and they couldn't reach it.

Being gradually assimilated is a very scary thing. Maybe they were still resisting with their will and body before, but now they have become different ganglia and body parts of a huge monster, taking the overall will as their own will, just like a well-trained army.

When the first duck flapped its wings, the other ducks tilted their heads and followed suit, stretching their wings slowly and mechanically, as if they wanted to fly without any doubt as to whether they could do so.

The first duck suddenly took off, like a slogan. At the command, thousands of arrows were fired.

This is truly like an arrow shot from a bow - mixed with the sound of a sharp blade cutting through space and the sound of broad wings hitting the air, a white flutter, like a white net bag covering the world, as if to drag the world away. Some hit rocks in mid-air, twisted their necks, and then fell down again, and some were even pulled back to the ground as if by a pair of invisible big hands.

It seemed like a meaningless death, but under the command of the highest consciousness, they still spread their wings and rushed forward one after another, and the scene was somewhat tragic for a while.

Under the sound of flapping, the girl's cry seemed a little faint.

"Stupid Rintaro! I didn't ask you to fly over there!"

Alice complained as she pulled the gull's wings with great effort, so violently that it wouldn't be surprising if she stuffed it into the pot the next second. A few white, thin feathers floated down from the sky, tumbling in the air and landing on the ground.

"quack."

There's nothing I can do, Alice. This is not something I can control.

The duck shook its neck.

But the more this happened, the more I felt that this gem could not be left out in the open, gathering dust.

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Has the sun in the sky been shot down?

Not yet.

But what really made it feel dangerous was that it would fall a long way down without realizing it because of this strange power, and lose control of its height in the chaotic white of fire. What was even more terrifying was that waves of wild ducks were gradually flying in the distance. Damn it, had she moved the entire Yokohama here?

It held its breath and was about to break out when it heard unusual movements from below.

It's a white tiger!

The ducks relaxed their efforts to block the white tiger because of the attack on the sky. Even when they were slapped away by the white tiger, they remained stunned and did not fight back. Instead, they flapped their stiff wings vigorously, raising a cloud of dust.

This strange movement created a perfect opportunity for the white tiger nearby. It lowered its front body, its whole body tensed like a bow ready to be shot, its cold yellow eyes staring inorganically ahead.

A few seconds ago, a huge boulder suddenly arrived, interrupting its sudden attack. Dust spread, blurring the vision. When the front gradually became clear, Yasha Baixue was still twitching intermittently, and the huge pain she was in could be seen from the picture alone. The tiger-like Nakajima Atsushi no longer had any clear cognition, but the duck head sticking out of her chest was constantly stimulating the white tiger's instinct.

Crushed and torn.

Perhaps every beast in nature knows how to wait for its chance. When all the ducks were staring at the sky, a sudden sound of bamboo breaking was heard, and he flew through the air like an arrow, revealing his fangs in mid-air.

"roar--"

In the first second, the white tiger tore the duck out of Yasha Baixue's chest. Baixue Yasha shook and stabilized.

The next second, Yasha Baixue stepped forward with sword in hand, her movements clear as if she had planned it several times.

Compared to her mysterious and unpredictable superpowers, the body of this superpower user is too fragile. As long as a sword with a cold glow pierces her like this, she won't even dodge!

Even if he turned into a duck, it would not hinder Yasha Baixue from hitting him with one sword.

In the third second, Dazai Osamu, who had been called from behind, arrived late. He was holding a blood-stained paper document and was reading it.

He didn't make the slightest move to stop it, of course, it was too late now. It was such a coincidence that he arrived just when everything was about to end.

[Finally ran out.]

Even if the scene can be described as people crying with joy, the fact is that many people just shed tears and cried loudly, and the more they cried, the more miserable they were.

Compared to being alive, maybe losing their hands and feet and being cooked into a dish is not a big deal. They no longer want to recall the nightmare.

Yuko Ohara was in a trance. She didn't dare to look back, but she could hear the devil's words repeating in her ears.

"A glutton?"

"Yes, it means eating all over the world."

She answered the child's question with a smile.

“You must have eaten a lot.”

The child was longing for it.

"I don't quite understand it, but it must be something different from a duck, right?"

He had a strange look on his face when he mentioned the word duck. She didn't understand it at the time, but it seemed creepy to her when she recalled it.

"Big sister, you are a good eater, right? How do you eat duck?"

What did she tell him afterwards?

Yuko Ohara hammered her head in fear, telling herself not to think about it anymore.

“Although it is delicious, it is still too monotonous to just grill it.”

It's nothing more than a way of pickling duck tongues, and duck brain tofu is nothing more.

This is probably why she has no tongue.

"Wait a moment!"

She was still in a trance, and her companion's distorted voice came to her ears again.

"This!"

The mountain was still bustling with people, and red lanterns were hung up, as if they were celebrating the feast of the duck god. A colorful advertisement was printed on a meat shop nearby, with a little boy sticking out his tongue with a smile, one finger pointing at his tongue, and the other hand raised his thumb.

The plaque reads - Delicious Duck Tongue.

The ducks passing by at the foot of the mountain turned their heads and looked at them.

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He turned to the beginning again, and was lucky that the blood did not obscure the crucial points.

[This video is the last record of Grandma Fujiwara. When people went to her house later, they found a duck behind the door with its wings and neck intertwined, a cut on its neck, and blood all over its body. The duck's originally pure white feathers were now dyed reddish brown, and its eyes were staring at the door, and it died with its eyes wide open.]

He closed the page.

That would explain why she turned into a duck. The whole story started with a duck being killed. According to her way of thinking, this should also be a trigger.

But it's also strange, how can anyone's supernatural powers stipulate how they should use them?

"But it's clear that he was killed. How courageous."

He sighed in an ambiguous way.

The duck transformation was not lifted, and the rules she set began to take effect. Specifically, it can be seen that the vegetable market shops suddenly appeared around, and the confused expression of Nakahara Chuuya when he appeared in front of the duck meat shop.

Alice was selling duck with a blank expression on her face.

Everyone has his or her own role, or at least can be a piece of meat on the chopping board, lying quietly in the bag for customers to choose.

Or continue to steam in a large pot.

Except for Dazai Osamu, he was completely excluded from the rules. But he didn't care at all, instead he watched everything in front of him with interest.

I just discovered his existence.

To be honest, he is already an anti-human bug in my eyes. Watching him gradually approach my orange duck, my stomach aches.

I have a good reason, it's the only ochre duck, and I haven't figured out whether it's dyed or not!

But he kept walking forward, until he came to my duck, and then he burst into laughter, and doubled over with laughter.