Deep in a back alley far away from an abandoned factory, in an inconspicuous old hut, an oil lamp was suddenly lit.
In the flickering lights, you can see the simple and old furnishings in the cabin, the slightly moldy ceiling, the faded and peeling wallpaper, and a dark crack in the corner of the room that is slowly creeping and shrinking.
The horrifying-looking skeletal hound was lying next to the crack, as motionless as a dead dog that had lost its strength. At the other end of the dark iron chain, Shirley, who was wearing a long skirt with black bottom and white edges, carefully adjusted the oil lamp.
He picked up the lamp wick and came to the window again, uneasily checking the sky outside.
"...The Creation of the World has come out," the girl breathed out softly. "Fortunately, I got home before nightfall completely fell, otherwise I might have died like a dog in a smelly ditch."
Not far away, the Deep Hound lying on the floor with his body stretched out immediately raised his head and made a hoarse and cracking voice in his throat: "Just say what you say, don't talk about the dog."
"Can you still speak? I thought you lost half your life during this trip to the deep space," Shirley turned to look at Agou, "Can you speak now? Why did you suddenly run away - and why?
Use the most dangerous way to travel through the deep sea? Didn’t you say that there are countless demons in the deep sea waiting to chew up your black bones?"
"No matter how many demons there are in the deep sea, I can still walk around them. I can still outrun them if I can't defeat them, but just now... I really might not be able to escape if I don't run quickly," the deep hound finally seemed to be breathing well at this time.
After losing his breath, he raised his head slightly and looked at Shirley, "You should be lucky that I reacted quickly and opened the crack the moment the scary guy turned his attention. Otherwise, as long as his eyes are still on you and me, I won't even have a way to escape."
Can’t open!”
Shirley frowned and slowly came to the Deep Hound: "So what's going on? Why are you so afraid? That guy named 'Duncan'... Have you ever met Agou? He is from the Church of Annihilation.
Some big shot? Or is there some dark demon standing behind him?"
The Deep Hound seemed to recall some extremely terrifying feeling all of a sudden. All the bones in its body creaked, and then it lowered its voice and muttered: "I haven't seen him before, and I don't know him either."
Shirley's eyes suddenly widened: "I've never seen you so scared!?"
"Even if I haven't seen it, as a deep demon, I can still 'see' a shadow that is more terrifying than death!" The deep hound suddenly raised its head, and its empty red eyes stared straight at Shirley, "
A human body is stuffed with a whirlpool of light and shadow that makes me feel insane even just looking at it. Do you think I can't be afraid?!"
At this point, it paused, as if it was trying to organize words to describe its feelings to Shirley, a human being. It took a long time to organize it before slowly speaking: "When he spoke, I could hear 10,000 overlapping words.
The voices roared at the same time. When he looked at me, I could feel that all my destiny from birth to death was spread out and flattened on the ground for people to watch. Let me tell you, the last time I encountered such a scary person
Damn, it’s the time I saw the ‘Holy Lord’ from a distance in the deep sea! But the Holy Lord can’t move. Today we met that person, he can walk and move!”
Shirley was frightened by Agou's scary tone and eyes (even though its eyes were just two glowing holes), but she still subconsciously muttered: "Why didn't I feel anything at the time... I still felt that he
Very kind..."
"So sometimes I really envy you humans for your inefficient and slow perception - this barrier of ignorance is really a treasure given to you by the world. It allows you to die with a smile on your face in the crazy and twisted disaster of annihilation,"
The Dark Hound lay down again weakly, "Continue to be blind, the world can be a better place - a poor puppy like me is not so lucky. Every now and then, I have to see something that can scare a dog to death."
Son……"
"...How could there be such a cowardly deep demon like you in the world?" Shirley couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at Ah Gou, then seemed to think about something thoughtfully, and said hesitantly, "But you
Having said that, I think we shouldn't run away... If that person is really as powerful as you said, he might be able to hug us! You see, he was quite kind to us just now, and even talked to us.
Inquiring about things, and it seems that he can't deal with those sun bastards, isn't this an opportunity? I act coquettishly and act cute, just in case it is a backer..."
Before the girl finished speaking, she heard the clatter of the dark iron chain, and Agou, who was still lying dead a second ago, jumped up: "Stop your crazy ideas immediately! Your madness is enough to turn on Ya
There is a space passage!”
Then it paused and continued to warn uneasily: "Listen, never deal with such things that wear a human shell and are indescribable on the inside. They are more cunning than pure demons and more powerful than real humans.
It's sinister, their calm conversations with you are always just the appetizer for a feast - even though he was very kind just now, do you think he can let you leave completely after you tell him everything you know?"
It seemed that the unprecedented stern tone of the Deep Hound had an effect. Shirley seemed to be a little restrained. She finally gave up her bold idea, but still muttered: "I know, I know - but Agou, you
Why does your tone sound like that of an old woman..."
The deep hound lay down on the ground: "Nonsense, I raised you!"
Shirley snorted, then looked at the sky outside the window. After seeing that the night was gradually getting lower, she stepped towards the window.
The black iron chain was tight. Following the girl's footsteps, the Nether Hound, which had wanted to lie down and rest, was helplessly dragged to the ground. This huge and heavy Nether Demon was dragged around as if it had no weight in Shirley's hands.
: "What do you want to do? Can't you just let me lie down for a while? I'm exhausted from such a big fight today..."
"The fight is mainly about my contribution, okay?" Shirley looked outside without looking back, "I'm looking at the situation outside...it's completely dark, and the street lights just turned on."
"After all, this is a slum area. It's pretty good that the authorities can ensure that these street lights maintain the basic ability to ward off evil spirits. Don't expect them to be lit before the sunset like other urban areas," Agou muttered and looked back.
The oil lamp placed on the old dining table, "Turn out the lamp after a while, oil is quite expensive."
Shirley pursed her lips: "...turn it off before going to bed, otherwise the room will be too dark."
Agou's stomach growled, but he didn't say anything.
In the city-state, the city managers and builders strictly planned the location and number of "street lights", the most basic exorcism device. The gas lamps distributed throughout the city can ensure that the entire city is protected after dark, so
It is equally safe to use electric lamps or oil lamps in residential buildings on the surface. It is even safe to extinguish the lights in the room after the street lights are lit.
But no matter how prosperous the city is, there are forgotten corners. In the depths of the slums that are even older and dilapidated than the downtown area, the number of gas street lamps is far less than in other areas. These street lamps are almost enough to maintain safety day and night, and this
A state of "just enough" is obviously not reassuring enough.
Therefore, in slums, oil lamps and grease candles that use flame lighting are essential items for every household.
If the street lights are a moment and a half late, the firelight at home can at least temporarily block the darkness after the sun sets.
Of course, there is another important reason why many poor families use oil lamps and candles: they cannot afford the relatively high cost of electrical modifications.
Electric lights are bright, clean and safe. They have long been the lighting choice for every household in safe and worry-free urban areas, but in this small house in a slum...
The only thing that can bring Shirley and Agou a sense of security is the flickering flame in the old lamp.
In the dim light, the voice of the deep hound broke the silence: "...Do you want to go out for some activities this time?"
"Um."
"Continue to cause trouble for those sun bastards?"
"I'm looking for information from them."
"Anyway, it's almost the same... But now it seems that they don't know exactly what happened eleven years ago. Look at the situation today, even they are looking for local people to inquire..."
"This is because today's wave of people happens to be from Lensa, and they might be able to gain something next time."
"Okay, as long as you're happy with it."
"Agou, next time you weave a disguise for me, just be more careful and don't expose it halfway."
"I just hope I don't run into that scary guy again today - I suspect that our aura was exposed early today because there was such a strong 'interference' at the scene..."