Eighty-one took a comfortable bath.
He didn't wipe his body and directly came out of the bathroom with his butt naked. His body was still dripping with water droplets.
The two corpses on the ground had already lost their temperature.
Suddenly.
Eighty-one frowned, shook his wrist, and put the hammer on his shoulder.
In the living room.
A man and a woman were lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly, breathing weakly.
Eighty-one looked around vigilantly, but didn't find anything unusual.
"What the hell? Why are you sleeping? "
Eighty-one shook the two awake and jokingly scolded.
Seventy-three and fifty-six opened their eyes in a daze.
The moment they opened their eyes, a trace of murderous intent flashed in their eyes at the same time, and they reached out to Eighty-one at the same time.
Pa, pa.
"It's me."
Eighty-one helplessly slapped away the two's outstretched hands.
Fifty-six and seventy-three looked at each other and saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.
"We … How did we fall asleep?"
Seventy-three asked.
Fifty-six slowly shook his head.
Eighty-one took out a clean shirt and put it on, saying: "Who knows? I didn't dare to sleep last night, maybe I'm too tired. Speaking of which, I've been tossing and turning for half a day, and I'm a little sleepy. "
After that, Eighty-one yawned, looking extremely sleepy.
Indeed.
Because they were worried that something would happen during the trial last night, the three of them squatted together and took turns to be on duty. They didn't sleep well and looked tired.
Seventy-three turned his head.
Looking at the dirty things Eighty-one threw around, he didn't hide the disgust on his face.
Eighty-one smiled: "This is good stuff, seventy-three, you won't know if you don't try it."
"Tired of living?" Seventy-three asked coldly, and turned his palm, a military knife appeared in his hand.
"Enough." Fifty-six held down the murderous seventy-three and said helplessly: "Now is not the time to joke, seventy-three, eighty-one, put your things away."
"Humph." Seventy-three snorted, restrained his murderous intent, and put away the military knife.
Eighty-one, however, put on his clothes with a smile, as if he didn't care about the murderous intent emitted by his teammates just now.
"How do we deal with the woman who ran out?"
"What does it matter? You didn't stop her, did you? "
Eighty-one laughed: "At most, we'll kill them all. This town, at present, is really not difficult."
Speaking of the mission.
Fifty-Six's expression suddenly froze, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "No difficulty? Hehe, 81. If it really wasn't that difficult, why haven't we completed the Main Quest yet? That 'Green' is clearly dead. "
Seventy-three silently switched the bayonet from his right hand to his left hand and remained silent.
Eighty-one was speechless.
Right at this moment.
Seventy-three raised her chin slightly. She recalled the scene in the television station where she confronted the other two apostles.
She recalled the gaze of that seemingly ordinary man when he faced the three of them.
She thought about it carefully. At that time, there was no fear, anger, or anger in the man's eyes.
It was more like … pity?
What was there to regret?
At that time, 73 also thought that the man had chosen to give up because he had no other choice.
But now that he thought about it, it didn't seem to be that simple.
"That person."
Seventy-three suddenly said.
Hearing this, Fifty-Six frowned and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Who?"
"That person in the TV station seems to know something."
Seventy-three didn't hide anything from him.
Fifty-Six was completely silent.
Eighty-one smiled. This smile was like the sun in July. It was so dazzling.
He swung the huge hammer on his shoulder in a circle and said, "Why don't we go and ask? We'll know."
At the same time.
In Green Town.
"Devil … they … they are devils …"
The girl panicked and stumbled on the road.
In her mind, that horrifying scene was like a nightmare that wouldn't go away.
Those three people, those ugly organs, that cold smile, that bloodthirsty expression, madly twisted in the girl's mind and gradually evolved into three unbearable monsters.
In this scene, her parents were casually tortured to death. No matter who it was, it was a tragic scene that was enough to destroy one's mind. What's more, she was just an inexperienced girl.
The girl's running footsteps became slower and slower.
She didn't know why, the more frightened she was, the heavier her eyelids became.
"So sleepy …"
"So sleepy …"
"So scary …"
"They are devils …"
"Devils …"
The girl suddenly fell on the roadside.
She fell asleep.
…
…
Irin walked to the edge of the town.
In the sky, outside the town, the whole world seemed to be soaked in a solid fog.
It was as if this town was completely isolated from the outside world because of this strange thick fog.
Irin stared at the thick fog and didn't rashly rush into the thick fog.
Judy once said that Green Town didn't have a tourist line at all.
Then what was the matter with the bus that they came on?
Irin was silent.
He didn't know how long had passed.
The sky gradually darkened.
He turned around and walked back the way he came.
There was no one else on the road.
Irin came to the square.
"Hmm?"
Only then did Irin notice that the ancient clock in the square also had a bat-like lucky totem.
That totem was called "Green".
It seemed that the whole town was revolving around "Green".
Green Town.
Green totem.
The host named "Green".
Green sacrifice.
Their main mission … Kill Green.
Who was Green?
Or was it just a name?
Then, in the mission, who should they kill?
Irin lowered his head and thought, and at the same time, went through the first hint of the mission in his mind again and again, not daring to miss anything.
This time, the first hint of the mission seemed to be more concise and clear than before.
At first glance, there wasn't anything strange.
But because there wasn't anything strange, it seemed even weirder.
While thinking.
Irin's eyes focused.
He slowly reached out his hand and rubbed the old clock a few times.
"Is it an illusion? Or is this clock broken? "
At this moment.
In the distance.
A young girl in a white dress was stumbling over here.
There was no one around. The sudden appearance of the young girl in the distance was very strange in Irin's eyes.
Like a bit of thick ink on a white paper, or a bit of bright red on a little angel, it was hard not to notice.
Irin raised his guard and walked forward. He found that the young girl's footsteps were messy, and her eyes were empty and unfocused.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle …"
Just as Irin was about to go forward and find out what was going on.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar yet strange voice.
Zeng.
Irin opened his eyes again.
The moment he opened his eyes, Irin's eyes showed a trace of confusion, but it quickly became clear.
Alan came over and timidly waved his hand in front of Irin's eyes. "Uncle, you … Why did you fall asleep?"
"I fell asleep? When? "
Irin looked surprised and asked.
"When Alan was painting."
Painting?
At this moment, Irin felt like he had a hangover and his memory was fragmented.
Logically speaking, with his high Spirit attribute, this shouldn't have happened.
Irin tried hard to recall what happened.
He looked at the painting on the table.
It was still the indescribable trio, the big-headed mother, the small-headed son, and the faceless father beside them.
"By the way, Alan, why did you say he was Green?"
Irin pointed at the faceless man on the crayon painting and asked calmly.
Alan thought for a moment. Originally, he didn't want to say so much to the stranger in front of him.
But who asked him to know how to appreciate Alan's painting?
Someone who knew how to appreciate Alan's painting shouldn't be a bad person.
Thinking of this, Alan's fingers slightly loosened the crayon and his brows relaxed. He said, "Judy said that I don't have a father. If there is, it can only be Green."
"Why Green?"
"Because Green is a symbol of luck. Everyone in town knows Green. "
"The Green you're talking about, is it the one from the TV station?"
Alan shook his head. "It's not this Green. He's a fake Green."
"Then, where is the real Green?"
"Alan doesn't know."
Alan shook his head hard again. He carefully put away the painting and revealed a brilliant smile. "When Judy comes back, let her see that Alan's painting has improved again."
Child, you might be disappointed.
Irin said silently in his heart.
He was indeed thinking too much to entrust the clues of the main mission to a child.
However, he felt that something was wrong.
"Huh?"
Xing Fei just woke up and came downstairs.
After searching for a long time, he finally found Irin in Judy's house.
And Alan.
And the door was unlocked.
Xing Fei rubbed his sleepy eyes and inadvertently glanced at the painting on the table. He gave a thumbs up and said casually, "Who painted this? These three vegetable sprouts are well drawn! It's very lifelike. "
Vegetable, vegetable sprouts?
Irin: "…"
Alan pursed his lips and instantly cried.
He cried very loudly.
Xing Fei was dumbfounded. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? "
Irin sighed and patted Xing Fei's shoulder. "I'm guessing that you're definitely not married … Well, no, you definitely haven't had a girlfriend."
Xing Fei heard this and was slightly startled. "How can you tell? Is it that obvious? "
Irin shook his head and looked at Xing Fei with a pitiful look. He didn't explain anymore.
Finally, it was night.
Judy hadn't come back yet.
Alan was tired from crying, but he silently put away the painting that Xing Fei had ridiculed as "vegetable sprouts". He simply ate some food and fell asleep on the bed.
Xing Fei vaguely understood the reason why Alan cried later.
It wasn't his fault!
At first glance, it did look like vegetable sprouts!
However, this wasn't the point.
They were here to undergo a cruel trial, not to coax a child. Wouldn't it be fine if they just cried?
Xing Fei held his breath and didn't dare to breathe loudly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
Irin quietly looked out of the window, waiting for the changes in the town.
According to Judy, during the seven days of the Grimm Festival, all kinds of strange things would happen at night.
No matter what strange things were, they would eventually happen.
Both of them were waiting.
Until late at night.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
In the quiet hotel, strange footsteps sounded out of nowhere from somewhere in the hotel.
In the hotel, Judy hadn't returned from her night trip.
Alan fell asleep.
Irin and Xing Fei were on the third floor.
There was no sound of the door opening.
However, the footsteps seemed to appear out of thin air inside the hotel without warning. The moment they heard the footsteps, the existence that made the sound was already under their feet.
"Coming!"
Xing Fei and Irin looked at each other.
The two of them didn't waste any words.
Irin quietly pushed open the door and quietly went downstairs in the direction of the footsteps.
In the darkness.
Xing Fei's gaze focused as he pointed to Judy's room.
Da, da, da.
The footsteps suddenly stopped inside, motionless, and no more movements were caused.
Irin lowered her head and flipped her hand. The knife was already in her hand. The meaning was self-evident.
Xing Fei was not vague. He did not hide it and directly put on the pure white gloves with patterns on his back.
The two of them entered the room.
Irin activated Shadow Pursuit and completely merged into the darkness.
After completely releasing his perception, Irin quickly discovered the source of the footsteps and sneaked towards Allen's room.
The moment Irin swayed past Xing Fei, Xing Fei was shocked.
Irin was clearly beside him, but it wasn't until Irin had completely passed by that Xing Fei regained his senses. At that moment, the feeling that Irin gave him was like that of a ghost, and he could hardly detect any traces of her existence.
Clearly, he had always known that Irin was nearby.
However, Xing Fei unconsciously ignored the existence of Irin.
"What a terrifying agility apostle. So she is good at assassination? So, so sinister. "
Xing Fei silently speculated on Irin's ability.
Irin gently opened Allen's door.
— — There was no lock.
Xing Fei poked his head out from the crack in the door.
He saw a man beside Allen's bed with his back facing the door, facing Allen, and silently lowering his head.
Although it was only a back view, it seemed to be a middle-aged man. He was wearing an old flowery shirt that had been washed white, loose brown trousers, and a pair of old faded but clean leather shoes.
Suddenly.
The man seemed to have sensed the movement behind him.
He suddenly turned his head.
The moment the man turned his head, Xing Fei was so scared that he directly pushed the door open. His scalp was numb, and there was a chill on his back. For a moment, he was so scared that he couldn't move at all. It was as if he was frozen in place.
"Heh."
Irin smiled.
It was no wonder that Xing Fei was so scared.
Because that man — —
No face!
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