Feast of villains

The reception hall is quite neat and bright, the windows and floors are wiped clean, and there is a robot on duty at the reception desk 24 hours a day.

Nance took a booklet introducing Lesson 9 from the counter and walked to his office.

The department he works for is the Special Crime Response Section directly under the Imperial Cabinet's Ministry of Internal Affairs. From Section 1 to Section 9, there are nine branches located in nine states of the empire.

Each section operates independently, and the entire process of pursuit, interrogation, trial, and custody is free from interference and supervision from the local court, council, and city hall.

As the head of Section 9, Nance is responsible for all criminal cases involving familiars throughout California.

His superior was the Minister of the Interior who was far away in the capital, and no official or agency in Shin-Yokohama could intervene or order him.

Tu emperor?

Nance was a little amused.

It feels pretty good.

But when he thought of all the crazy women being detained and managed here and the unknown future, he couldn't be happy.

As for the Miss Su he met in the morning, Nance had reason to suspect that she had violated the rules and escaped from prison while serving her sentence, and that she had been stationed on the street to steal the section chief's wallet.

Living in the same place with such a group of criminals who cannot be locked up, it feels like a thorn in the back!

Walking across the tiled floor, Nance came to his office. When he entered the door, he saw a row of mahogany bookcases filled with various documents and files.

On the huge steel table used in the office, yellowed printing paper, a pile of hand-made record books and an old computer are scattered.

Even Nance, a 21st century antique, felt that it smelled like the 20th century when he saw a room like this.

Throwing the pamphlet on the table and inserting the flowers into the pen holder, he leaned back on the chair and straightened his legs, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window and cheering himself up in a low voice.

"Even if hell begins, Nance, you must be strong. Living is more important than anything else..."

While he was muttering to himself and looking at the sky, a call suddenly came from his ears.

"Come see me-"

Nance blinked.

It seems to be the voice of the Queen.

Meet your uncle.

It’s too late to hide from you, lunatic.

Um?

dark?

Nance's body suddenly froze, and by the time he realized the strangeness, he was already trapped in a silent and dark space.

It was chilly all around, and there was a strange and terrifying atmosphere in the air.

He stood alone and confused.

I felt restless and frightened, my body couldn't move even if I wanted to, and my hands and feet seemed to be numb and I lost all feeling.

The air was thick and heavy, almost like the cold water that had stopped flowing at the bottom of the deep sea. It exerted tremendous pressure on him from all directions, making his eardrums buzz.

Unspeakable fear spread in his heart, and Nance subconsciously took a few steps back. In the darkness, he felt a hard vertical plane on his back, which was a wall.

With his back against something solid, he finally gained some ground. He said to himself: Calm down and think about it slowly.

This space must have been created by the Demon Queen, and he was completely unable to fight against it.

If she wants to kill someone, no matter how hard he struggles, it will only increase the hunter's excitement...

Nance closed his eyes.

I took several deep breaths repeatedly.

During this period, his ears heard murmurs that were sometimes sharp, sometimes seductive, and sometimes hysterical.

"Come here..."

"Don't you want to see me..."

"I was right in front of you, why did you stop..."

Obviously these demonic whispers were in a completely unfamiliar language that Nance had never heard before, but he understood them.

Following the devil's guidance, he groped in the darkness and slowly stepped to the right, missing every step.

Only then did he realize that there was a downward staircase in front of him, and a water-like impact pushed him staggering down behind him.

The darkness extends endlessly.

I'm afraid I don't have to go all the way to hell... Nance couldn't help but think pessimistically that once you reach hell, you will never be able to return to the surface.

The steps continued downward, and soon a diffuse gray fog came into view, blurry and boundless.

In this gray fog, he saw some shining things, pictures one after another.

Ximena, who was wearing a bright red nightgown, looked at him with fascinated eyes and got into his bed.

Light pours in from the blinds, illuminating the caress in front of the clouds and rain, as the two people lie embracing each other.

She is charming and intends to talk sweetly to him and make him enter paradise.

"What's going on..."

Nance was stunned.

He could see clearly that the woman was indeed Ximena.

It was impossible for him to remember that incomparable devilish face with its red and blue eyes.

The picture is still flashing.

In the gray mist, he gently took off her clothes, praising every part of her body. But then he became angry again, grabbed her neck with both hands, and said with a ferocious expression: "Why do you look down on her?"

Me, go to hell——"

She gently raised her hand and touched his forehead.

"Bang--"

His head exploded.

The gray fog flows and the picture is broken.

The burning wizard's castle, the steamships of the Victorian era, the torrent of steel in World War II, the shimmering skyline of Manhattan; the completely chaotic time and space turned into countless light particles, sputtering out in all directions.

It was like interstellar... Nance couldn't open his eyes at all, he could only close his eyes and gasp for air.

After an unknown amount of time, when his eyelids could barely feel the presence of light, Nance opened his eyes tremblingly.

The steps under my feet were covered with a layer of wet mucus at some point, which was sinister and ominous, revealing the hidden terror.

Deep down the steps, a strange shout came from an unidentified place.

It was a confused whisper that could only be imagined to be the sound of some kind of creature with the help of appropriate imagination.

Nance felt that his head was about to explode, and the pain was as if he had been hit by something.

Afraid?

Afraid.

The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

Nance is truly scared right now.

All the pores on his body were exposed in the darkness, as if someone had been stripped naked and thrown into a cage full of poisonous snakes. The strange and solemn darkness caused the smell of blood to float around him, and the poisonous snakes twisted and attacked quickly, and

He can't even detect danger.

In the gray mist that flowed like water, a small light that seemed bright or dark suddenly came from below.

The light flickers far away.

It was like the glimmer of light leaking into the room through several layers of window screens in the early morning.

Nance walked toward the light, holding on to the wall.

In the gloomier depths, the small glimmer of light magnified infinitely in his eyes... It seemed to be the light shining deep in the pupils of some huge creature.

As soon as he met this eye, Nance felt that his soul was about to be sucked into it. The fear of the giant monster increased his power to the extreme, and he was instantly captured by a hopeless feeling of collapse.

Words cannot describe what kind of creature it is, and no language can describe that ancient fear.

When the entire space under his feet was completely filled by this huge eye, all his subjective knowledge and cognition, all objective matter, energy, order of the universe, etc., completely lost their effect in an instant, and some were just

Boundless nothingness.

However……

In addition to extreme fear, Nance was also inexplicably excited and curious, and even wanted to take a peek.

It’s that mentality of “Hey, that’s weird, let me take another look.”

"Da, da, da..."

There was a crisp knocking sound coming from the ground.

Getting closer.

Nance's shirt was soaked with cold sweat, his throat was so dry that it was smoking, and he had difficulty swallowing.

"Da, da, da..."

The other party is already close at hand.

Nance could even hear the sound of the skin of her thighs rubbing against the hem of her skirt as she walked, silky and graceful.

As the footsteps approached, the fear in my heart miraculously weakened.

It doesn't matter.

Nance comforted himself in his heart. Although Ximena is a devil, at least she looks like a great beauty. She is not as disgusting as an octopus or a sarcoma... There is no need to be afraid, just act according to the situation, there is nothing to be afraid of, and you can't resist anyway.

He leaned against a wall, closed his eyes and collected his breath.

The footsteps stopped.

Ximena was beside him and looked at him: "Are you scared? Come in."

Before he even opened his eyes, Nance could sense the change in space from the change in brightness on his eyelids.

The air also took on a new look, as if it was suddenly transferred from a utility room full of waste newspapers to a flower room full of sunshine and fragrance.