Shadow Apostle

There was no response from the spiritual sense, which surprised Horst.

According to Jessica, she conceptually stepped into this building just now. Judging from her previous experience, her spiritual sense should respond.

Unless... the problem isn't the building itself?

The room was already dark.

In order to increase the brightness, mirrors were erected in many special places in the cafe to reflect the sunlight from the window into the interior of the building, but now the sun has set, making the room hazy.

Horst easily pulled the lever on the wall.

Gas came out of the nozzle, and a string of gas lamps lit up one after another, allowing Horst to see the cafe clearly.

a mess.

Overturned tables and chairs, broken porcelain, and stains and water stains all over the floor.

It's an apocalyptic scene.

Taking a deep breath, the five senses after awakening and strengthening also improved slightly, and various smells were sent to his nose.

Very fragrant coffee flavor, cake flavor is also good.

There is just no smell of blood.

At least before the disappearance, no murder occurred here.

Nodding secretly, Horst carefully avoided all objects in his way and walked around the cafe.

Along the way, my fingers were always pressed against the buildings or furniture around me.

But obviously the spiritual sense has been enhanced a lot, but there is still no reaction at this time.

I even looked outside the kitchen and back door, but found nothing.

But for some reason, Horst would feel like he was being stared at from time to time. It was as if a pair of eyes were hidden in this cafe, inadvertently spying on Horst from all angles.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I still couldn’t find the source of the sight. In the end, Horst could only ignore the sight, and simply walked around the counter, staring blankly at the empty cafe.

"Where have everyone gone?"

Horst casually closed the half-open drawer on the counter without even looking at Luca and Mira inside. Then he slowly and leisurely took the most gorgeous and expensive-looking coffee can, poured out a large handful of ground coffee powder and put it on the table. Put it into the pot, put it on the fire and boil it slowly, then bring yourself a few small cakes that have not been served to the guests, and taste them carefully like the guests.

"With selective disappearance, as long as the conditions for selection are found, the specific method of disappearance can be roughly guessed. So instead of thinking about where people have gone, it is better to consider how people are screened."

"This is a common response method when facing ordinary mysterious incidents. A veteran like Monica must also know that if it was her, she should have done this, and she was indeed found, so she also disappeared. So, follow her footsteps If we go, we can probably find her whereabouts."

Thinking about it in his mind, Horst walked slowly to the entrance with coffee in hand, stood at the door and faced the room, imagining what Monica would do not long ago.

"What if she goes back to the entrance too... hmm?"

Horst noticed a broken cup on a table near the entrance.

It's impossible to use broken cups in a cafe of this caliber. Someone would have to pick up the newly broken cup and put it on the table.

A panicked crowd would not do such a thing, and the police who came to inspect the scene would not damage the crime scene.

Then it can only be Monica.

Horst knocked on the table next to the tea cup: "It seems I have found you."

There was no tableware on the table, and it should have been empty at the time of the incident, but a chair was pulled out, corresponding to the location of the broken cup.

Monica must have opened the door before, and Horst sat on it.

Um?

Sitting on the chair, he really noticed something unusual.

Or some kind of pattern.

When the incident broke out, everyone stood up in panic and ran away, so the chairs that were crooked or even overturned were the guests who had not disappeared. Those tables with tableware remnants and chairs that were relatively upright and less affected were probably the seats of some of the missing guests.

It seems that this is what Monica discovered.

Horst grasped the staff and sword and stood up, carefully walking to the seat closest to the missing person.

The messy tea sets and dinner plates are still on the table, but the user has disappeared.

Horst sat on it and suddenly felt creepy for a moment.

That feeling of being watched came back.

He stood up suddenly and moved a few steps. The feeling disappeared immediately. Horst thought for a moment, then chose a seat that seemed to be the seat of the missing person and sat on it.

Sure enough, the feeling of being peeped appeared again. Horst estimated that the disappearance was probably directly related to this feeling of peeping. It was just that his spiritual sense was relatively sensitive, so he could immediately detect the abnormal situation.

But why?

Horst's eyes moved quickly, trying to find out the reason.

There must be some connection between these locations, which led to the collective disappearance.

But there seemed to be no connection, until he saw himself from a distance.

Myself in the mirror.

The mirrors, which reflect sunlight and increase brightness, face different corners of the cafe, and one of them is right opposite where Horst is sitting.

Hell, I've been running around under this thing's gaze since just now?

With a cold sweat in his heart, Horst stood up again and ran a few steps to the next confirmed location.

Sure enough, this position is the same, there is no obstruction between the mirror and the mirror, and you can directly see yourself in the mirror.

And the feeling of being spied on is also there.

This is what you can’t go wrong with.

When he realized all this, Horst immediately looked away.

He still remembered the small line on the document, don't look at it.

The sense of voyeurism was getting stronger and stronger, and there was even a feeling of being unconcealed, but Horst kept his head lowered and his mind was spinning rapidly.

After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his head again.

Instead of facing your reflection in the mirror, face your reflection in the window glass.

The initial reflection was just a reflection, but soon, the reflection showed an extremely twisted smile, and laughed in a weird voice: "Ah, you caught me, now I'm the ghost, I'm here to catch you~~"

Before he finished speaking, Horst felt the surroundings darken. When his vision returned, he found that he was still in the cafe.

But the surrounding gas lamps were not lit, and the cafe was dark.

There was blood-colored mist floating inside and outside the window, and strange low moans sounded in the ears from time to time. A strong smell of blood instantly filled the nose. It was not the red mist smell smelled in the previous vision, but the real smell. Real smell of blood.

"Ghosts are catching people, ghosts are catching people..." In the reddish darkness, his own image was no longer in the mirror, but his own voice could still be heard in his ears, "The game has begun, and the last one is left. You can go out now, come on."

Horst's heart trembled. Before he could take precautions, a gun barrel stretched out from behind and pressed against his head.

Gunfire rang out.

This chapter says it’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m going crazy