The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Half an hour later, looking at the chaotic restaurant, Sigmund sighed helplessly.

The matter started a few minutes ago. The hungry Sigmund didn't go far, turned out of Elm Street and walked a few blocks before finding a restaurant facing the street.

It was a bit later, but there were quite a lot of people in the restaurant. He started a crazy order mode. He didn't consider the taste, but only pursued a large amount of food. One person ordered food for 5 people.

Just when Sigmund was about to have a big meal to reward his empty stomach, the face of the girl at the next table changed suddenly, and she held the edge of the table with both hands, her abdomen suddenly swelled.

Sigmund could clearly see a spherical object rising from her abdomen and finally converging on her throat.

The girl's throat was swollen, like a squawking toad. The next second she opened her mouth violently, and jet-black beetles gushed out of her mouth and poured them into the soup basin in front of her.

Looking at the soup bowl splashed with juice, and then at the food on his table, Sigmund lost all his appetite at that moment.

Then the restaurant erupted into screams one after another.

Some people ran away, some people shouted, but at this time Sigmund sighed wearily.

"I really saw a ghost." He muttered in a low voice, he could encounter extraordinary events every meal, as for the cause of the incident, he didn't care to ask, at this time he just wanted to have a full meal and sleep well.

He knocked the woman who rushed over unconscious, stood up and put on his hat, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Rebecca put down the knife and fork in her hand, as if hesitating whether to swallow the food on the plate, but she glanced at the table next to her from the corner of her eyes, she retched, and stood up quickly .

"Are you still planning to go to the show in this situation?" Sigmund was a little amused.

"No, let's go home." Rebecca shook her head, and Ashley also expressed her support.

But just as the three of them were about to leave, the doorbell rang, and several people in black trench coats and three-cornered hats walked in.

【sedation】

With a cold snort, the noisy restaurant immediately returned to silence. The leader glanced across, noticing Sigmund standing aside, and a doubt flashed in his eyes.

acquaintance.

They had just met half an hour ago.

A fourth-level executioner, he led the team to deal with the extraordinary incident at Nancy's house. He was a fair-skinned and handsome man, and Sigmund was very impressed with him.

It was because of that thunderous name.

Conan.

Good guy, could it be that I was so unlucky tonight because of the god of death wandering away, Sigmund whispered.

"why you?"

"It's just a coincidence. I came here to eat." Sigmund pointed to a messy dining table. Because of the identity plate given by Charlotte, Conan did not make things difficult for Sigmund in the incident just now.

No matter how you say it, you can be regarded as one of your own, and the preferential treatment that should be given is still very necessary, but when you met Sigmund in two consecutive extraordinary events, Conan still asked about it as a matter of routine.

In the end, it seemed that this was really a coincidence.

"Okay, you can go back."

After saying hello, the three of Sigmund walked towards the door.

"Wait." Conan called to them from behind.

"Where are you going?"

"Go home, go back to Elm Street!" The three said in unison.

"That's good!" Conan seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

"Are we going back so hungry?" Rebecca asked pitifully.

"Go back and see what there is to eat in the apartment." On this weird night, Sigmund didn't want to hang out outside.

Hopping in the buggy, and traveling two blocks, they returned the same way.

But while walking, Sigmund suddenly pulled up the rein and stopped.

"What's wrong?" The two people in the car asked suspiciously.

My mother...

Looking at the straight street with no way out in front of him, Sigmund couldn't help cursing.

"Look for yourselves." He couldn't complain anymore.

Opening the car door, the two looked at each other from a distance, and soon discovered the abnormality of the surrounding environment.

"What's going on?" Rebecca's eyes widened.

"What should I do now? Let me check it out?" Ashley asked.

"No matter what it is, it's best not to appear in front of my eyes now." Sigmund clenched his fists, his arm bones cracking.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what it is, just wait, if I guess correctly, it won't be long before the group of demon hunters behind will catch up."

Things turned out as Sigmund guessed.

This time, when he saw the carriage parked in place, Conan's face was complicated, "You know what? We didn't have as many missions in the last week as this night."

"what is going on?"

"I also want to know what's going on." Sigmund looked helpless.

I don't know what method they used, but after a short wait, the surrounding streets returned to normal. This time Conan said nothing and was unwilling to leave, his eyes seemed to tell Sigmund.

Where are you going tonight, I will follow you.

"Why don't you drive?" Sigmund took a break, and Conan was very willing.

At this time, they were only one block away from the apartment on Elm Street, but it was such a short distance, but Conan walked very cautiously.

When a carriage was approaching, he immediately slowed down, and became nervous when he saw pedestrians approaching. To be honest, he had never encountered such a strange and dense extraordinary event as tonight.

After a long time, the night was dark, and everyone finally arrived at the apartment on Elm Street safely.

"Go and rest." Conan looked at Sigmund, "Dude, do me a favor, don't do anything after you go back, go to bed immediately."

All right, I'll listen to you.

The frequent extraordinary incidents made Sigmund lose his temper. He stood upstairs and looked out before turning off the lights. A carriage was coming, and several demon hunters jumped out of the carriage, and then dispersed according to Conan's instructions. Around the apartment.

It seemed that the captain of the demon hunter was also afraid of further incidents.

"I don't believe it anymore. Extraordinary events can come out of sleep!"

Fortunately, all is well.

Before dawn the next morning, Sigmund was awakened by his hungry stomach. The cook prepared breakfast, and after a big meal, he pushed open the door and ran into Conan squatting on the side of the street.

"Going out?" Conan asked with a smile.

Um. Sigmund nodded.

"Where are you going? I'll see you off."

"It's not necessary, it was just a coincidence last night." Sigmund was speechless.

"I know, I just have nothing to do, killing time."

"All right."

An hour later, the embarrassed Conan kicked away the figure attacking him, and turned his head to look at Sigmund standing on the other side.

"Man, promise me you're not going anywhere for the next few days."

"Tell me what you want to eat, I'll buy it for you, don't be polite to me, if you feel bored, Blue Harbor or Rose Paradise, you can just ask, as long as your body can withstand it, the consumption will be counted on me!"

Conan looked sincere at this moment.

"Please, stop wandering around."

Sigmund had a black line on his face, who can tell me what happened, how did I become a taboo for walking?