Scarlet Falls

"Hey, hey, hey..."

In the quiet club, Wei Wei's breathing could be heard from time to time.

He was sticking his butt out, his waist was arched, and he was holding a piece of... "rag" in both hands. He kept wiping from one end of the club to the other, wiping very carefully. After a while, he changed the water and wiped the club. The bloodstains that collapsed inside had been wiped away as much as possible, and all the corpses had been dragged together and stacked up in a mess, making it look like a terrifying Beijing temple.

The work is done very carefully, even more carefully than when I receive my salary.

After a final check in circles to make sure there was nothing wrong, he took off his blood-stained raincoat and threw it on her body. He went to the bathroom again, washed his face carefully, and wiped his neck. , wiped away the blood behind the ears one by one, then wiped his face with a towel, then brought the towel back and threw it together with the raincoat.

He took out his old friend from his arms and hung it on his middle finger.

The head pendant was in a place where the smell of blood was so strong that it began to sway slowly without being awakened.

"One request, one price..."

"..."

"Stop nagging..."

Wei Wei turned his head towards the pile of fresh corpses and said, "I'll give it to you..."

The head pendant trembled with excitement, but he suppressed it and continued to chant:

"One request, one behalf..."

"..."

Wei Wei couldn't help but touch the gun in his waist, but the head pendant suddenly responded: "Thank you!"

"Go!"

Wei Wei smiled helplessly and threw the head pendant to the pile of corpses.

Then he walked around the club, trying to find some gasoline, but found that the club was unprofessional.

Such a big club doesn’t use gasoline?

I had no choice but to run to the kitchen. I found that the gas was still quite strong, so I carried out several gas cans with all my strength and placed one in each corner. I felt a little regretful that I shouldn't have fired so fast. Yes, the leader of the Black Goat family should be allowed to take out the gas tank and then kill him, but who makes him impatient? He must stand at attention and work when he is being beaten...

By the time he had placed the gas cans and the head hangings, the bodies had been cleared away.

It's still a shriveled head the size of a fist, but now it seems to have become a little fatter and fatter.

The corpses piled up in a pile disappeared completely, and the blood was licked clean.

"Good life..."

Wei Wei praised it, picked up the head pendant, and walked towards the door of the club with a relaxed look.

"You seem to have provoked the black goat this time..."

As he approached the door, the head pendant suddenly spoke, half-turning his head in a daze, staring at Wei Wei.

"Don't worry blindly."

Wei Weidao: "What kind of status does he have? He is a totem of high status. Can he still remember me, a little brat?"

The head pendant said: "No big shot can forget the little brat who once pointed a gun at him..."

Wei Wei was also stunned for a moment, and his face seemed to suddenly show a little worry.

"It's time for you to prepare for your promotion ceremony..."

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the face of the head pendant. His voice was low and slow, but it seemed to have triggered some kind of resonance in the air, making his voice full of temptation: "You are unwilling to stay on the first city defense line. , Isn't it because you are willing to return to this small place because it is more loose and the monitoring power is weak, making it more suitable for you to prepare for the crazy promotion ceremony of the Scarlet Sequence?"

"Promoted to the third state?"

Wei Wei seemed a little moved: "Scarlet mentor?"

But he quickly shook his head: "No, no, it's too dangerous. That's not why I came back..."

The head pendant had just finished eating, and it was time to talk a lot: "What's the danger?"

"Don't you claim to know everything?"

Wei Wei glanced at it in surprise and said: "It is easier for a demon to be promoted to hear the devil's whispers, and to lose control and fall..."

"It's crazy..."

The head pendant said: "Every step of promotion is a step closer to the devil. The devil's power in the body will be stronger and more active. The devil's power will stimulate the brain, and gain those mysterious and strange knowledge. It is more likely that you will hear the devil's whispers on the way to promotion, and your mind will collapse instantly. No one wants to become a madman, so no one dares to be promoted casually..."

"But do you know where your advantages are?"

"..."

Looking at the mysterious and somewhat mocking look of the head pendant, Wei Wei couldn't help but glance at him: "What?"

"You have gone crazy..."

The head pendant suddenly smiled: "People who are already crazy, why should they be afraid of going crazy?"

"you……"

Wei Wei was stunned and suddenly turned around and shot.

Bang!

Huge flames rose up and detonated several other flames one after another. In an instant, everyone was submerged in a sea of ​​fire. The huge roar caused the parked cars around to flash their police lights at the same time, and rows of buildings turned on their lights. Then, the alarm bells rang loudly, and a police car patrolling in the distance rushed over. After a while, there were chaotic sounds, and firemen , the crowd flowed, and it became chaotic in an instant.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Wei Wei took advantage of the chaos, hung the head pendant on the handlebar, and rode back on the electric bicycle he had stolen.

Seriously explained: "I'm not crazy."

"I just have a stronger sense of justice..."

"..."

The head pendant in the inner pocket was silent for a long time, and then suddenly laughed happily with "hehehe".

…

…

Thirty miles outside Scrap Iron City, the Wandering Cult is stationed.

Rows of tall trucks with alloy frames were parked on the roadside covered with weeds, like a giant snake. The church members with weapons in their arms slept in unison, and tents were set up on both sides of the trucks. , when the small fire in Scrap Iron City rose and fell outside the city, it was not even brighter than the light of a firefly, and it barely attracted the attention of any of the church members on duty.

But at this same moment, in the back compartment of the truck in the middle, the heavy curtain suddenly opened.

A figure appeared vigorously on the truck compartment. He was wearing a pure black priest's robe, but what was different from ordinary believers was that he was wearing a red cloak. His figure did not look very stout, at least. Compared with the people in the wilderness, this figure even looks thin. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, which makes him look somewhat polite and elegant.

But at this moment, his eyes were looking towards the direction of Scrap Iron City, shining like stars.

"Priest, what happened?"

From the dark shadow behind him, a low voice asked.

The speaker was a young woman wearing a nun's uniform, but compared to ordinary nuns, her clothes were slimmer and well-tailored, outlining her slender waist and legs. Of course, this is not to look good, but to facilitate movement.

Under the seemingly strong and slim-fitting nun's uniform, there were weapons and ammunition that could kill thirty people.

"I heard it again..."

The elegant leader of the cult looked steadily in the direction of the scrap iron city and murmured to himself.

"Come again..."

The nun's heart skipped a beat and she whispered, "That's the one..."

Few people understand why the leader of the Seventh Order, who is considered to have no future in the Wandering Church, did not choose to follow the Pope, but came to the spiritual barrier alone and stayed there for such a long time. Time, but his personal guard understood that since hearing that voice three years ago, the leader of the cult has never given up his pursuit of that thing.

Now many people think that he just found such a lame excuse just to avoid the whirlpool of papal change.

"Yes, Devil's Forbidden Object 003: God's Death Knell!"

The eyes of the leader of the Seventh Religion gradually released a strange light, as if his hands were trembling with excitement.

The nun hesitated and did not dare to speak out. She whispered: "The elders in the church are not sure that it is in Scrap Iron City. The Holy Knights also came to investigate specifically. In the final report submitted to the church, it was also Said that no evidence was found..."

"..."

"I already said that."

The leader of the Seventh Religion had a somewhat cold voice and whispered: "Demon forbidden objects have their own will and even wisdom."

"Not to mention the highest level of God's legacy?"

"It is deliberately hiding itself from anyone. Let alone the Holy Knights, even if the elders come in person, they cannot find traces of its existence through listening and regular capture. The only thing they can do is to wait. ,patiently waiting."

"In the past few years, I have captured the ravings it emanated several times..."

"Especially tonight, it's so clear..."

"..."

"But……"

The nun didn't know how to describe it: "If it deliberately hides itself, then how..."

I didn’t dare to say the next words directly.

If it was hiding itself, how did you catch it?

The leader of the Seventh Religion breathed a sigh of relief. Normally he would be impatient to explain these things, but because of today's excitement, he was a little more patient and said: "Although it hides itself, every once in a while it will disappear. Release some will regularly..."

"It's like it's been calling for something, waiting for something..."

"……people?"

"..."

The nun was startled for a moment, then raised her head: "Did it call again today?"

"No."

The face of the head of the cult gradually became solemn, and he seemed to be extremely sure: "Today it is more active, even happy."

"The person it is waiting for may have already arrived..."