Inmaru Tsubasa was half leaning on the dressing table before he stood firm.
The woman stood a few steps away, her wide nightgown flowing down from her thin shoulders, as if it would slip off at any time. Like Inmaru Tsugumi, she also breathed lightly, without blinking.
Looking at the dark crack in the dressing room door that was gradually opening.
Anyone could tell that it was no ordinary darkness.
The warm orange light in the dressing room fell into the crack of the door, but it could not penetrate the darkness. Instead, it seemed to illuminate a dark balloon, with a faint reflection.
Before you know it, the dark "balloon" has slowly grown in size and slowly pushed open the door.
Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be in any hurry to get in.
It blocked the only exit, and the two people in the room could only look at it without daring to turn their eyes away. For a moment, the only thing left in the dressing room was the two men's low gasps that had not yet calmed down.
"Look, I didn't lie to you."
Inmaruji stared at the darkness, then touched the table a few times, and found a pack of crumpled cigarettes, and a box of matches next to him. He took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, lit the match, and sparks came from
A light flashed between his fingers.
He inhaled a breath of smoke mixed with the smell of blood.
As he threw out the second lit match, the sparks drew a parabola and fell on the darkness in the crack of the door. When the two touched, there was a very subtle "pop" sound, as if in silence.
A flash of lightning struck in the dressing room and was clearly captured by the two of them.
The match disappeared into the darkness, but did not fall to the ground for a long time.
The darkness just rolled slightly, and the match disappeared without a trace.
"What is that?" she asked in a low voice - as if she was finally beginning to realize that something was not quite right.
Inmaruji had never heard a woman's voice. It was as thick, sticky, and slippery as blood, and would flow down his ears... He looked down and saw that her earrings were still deeply stuck into the wound on his leg.
Inside, a tear-like diamond shimmered in the blur of flesh and blood.
"It should be the thing in the second carriage that killed your subordinates," he said.
Perhaps due to the heavy blood loss, he felt as light and dizzy as if he had drunk alcohol.
There is an unknown danger in front of us, so what?
The Free City is too vast, and there is no shortage of weird and incomprehensible things. No matter what this darkness is, Yuanmaruji only sees a future in it at this moment: a future in which he presses this woman into the darkness with his own hands.
.
After she dies, the blood of Xiaolong and his group who were devoured by her will flow out of her body.
He was waiting for darkness to enter the house.
As for what he should do - Inmaruji never considers the consequences when doing things. He will find a way out from her ruins by then.
If you can't find it, forget it.
"What are you going to do?"
He seemed to be aloof from the incident, and even said with a hoarse smile: "Darkness has come, but all the subordinates you put on the second train have disappeared... What should I do? You are the only one left.
"
Before he finished speaking, an indescribable sound made both of them jump at the same time - when they raised their eyes, they saw a hand reaching out from the crack of the door and holding it on the door.
On the door handle.
"Mother?" said a man's voice, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his lips and tongue were not very flexible. "Are you...are you here?"
The honorific title for her - Fuck.
Inmaruji cursed his luck in his heart and his muscles tensed up. He had just prepared himself mentally for another fierce battle, but his thoughts stopped.
An unfamiliar face slowly emerged from the darkness behind the door; like a dead body rising from the depths of a dark pool, for a while, only the particularly pale face and one hand could be seen clearly.
The eyes on his face turned and stopped at the woman. "...Mother, we are ready to leave. The second train has been arranged..."
A series of sudden bursts of fire tore through the air, bullets hit the face one after another, and the dazzling white light jumped and flickered on the surrounding darkness.
Inmaru suddenly turned his head and saw his Scorpion submachine gun in her raised right hand.
Amidst the loud and ear-splitting gunfire, the man's "Mother" was shaken, intermittent, and quickly drowned out.
When all the bullets in the gun were finally discharged, Tsugumi Inmaru captured the scene: the face seemed to have been washed away by ink, and fell down like a waterfall. Before it hit the ground, it had turned into darkness again, completely melting back behind the door, and
So many bullets disappeared without a trace.
...But his hand is still on the door handle.
This - what on earth is this?
None of the urban legends in the Free City could match the scene before him; Tsugumi Inmaru glanced around and found that he couldn't even find a weapon in his hand - even if he had a weapon, what could he do?
He doesn't know what it does.
"What's going on...?"
"He is one of the people I sent out to finish the job," the woman said as she quickly picked up the small pistol on the ground. "What he said was the briefing he gave me forty minutes ago."
Could it be that the ambush on the second train...has been involved in the darkness?
She paused as she raised the small pistol halfway. She seemed to have thought that shooting would not do much except waste bullets.
It seemed that he had been shocked for a moment by the gunfire just now, and darkness was still billowing outside the half-open door.
Inumaruji casually threw the cigarette butt into the blood-soaked carpet, and the spark disappeared after a few gasps.
He straightened up, dragged his injured leg, faced the darkness, and walked towards the door step by step.
"What are you doing?" she asked immediately in a lowered voice.
Strangely enough, the gunshots were much louder than the voices. The two of them dared to shoot, but neither of them wanted to speak loudly.
Inmaruji silently pointed forward. The chair where the two of them fought for their lives just now was lying in the center of the room, not far from the door.
He stared at the hand that stretched out from the darkness, getting closer and closer to it; when he was still a few steps away and could touch the darkness with his hand, and the darkness could touch him with his hand, he bent down,
He picked up the chair as quietly as possible.
Before he could make any move, the woman suddenly gave an order: "Squat down."
Before he could even finish the word "下", a sharp wave of air was cut through Inmaruji's head by a bullet.
She had no intention of confirming whether Inmaruji had heard her, and fired the gun as soon as she said the words - if he hadn't immediately fallen to one knee on the ground, I'm afraid there would have been a hole in his temple by now.
Inmaru Tsugumi was pinned down by the sharp whistle of the airflow above his head and the deafening sound of gunshots. He narrowed his eyes and quickly glanced towards the door.
Juan's face was floating a few inches above his head; before one eyeball was swallowed up by a bullet, the black eye rolled down and met his gaze.
Even Inmaruji was stunned for a rare moment.
The power of the small pistol is far less than that of the Scorpion submachine gun. Juan's face is like a lake hit by rain, undulating and flickering uneasily. It has obviously lost its shape, but it is still barely floating above the darkness; but after every gunshot, his face changes.
It seemed like he had retreated a bit.
As soon as the gunfire stopped, Inmaru Tsugumi immediately stood up with his uninjured leg, and swung his right hand in an arc at the same time - the makeup chair hit the door, and with a loud bang, the chair shattered and shattered.
Amid the splashing of wood chips, the door finally closed again heavily and slowly; even with such a heavy force, it seemed that the door was forced to close with reluctance.
The door made a very soft sound when the rack on the door was closed, as if just pushing with the tip of a fingernail, the door would slide open again.
"Hold the door," the woman seemed to regard him as a subordinate, giving orders one after another, "Buy me some time."
Inmaru Tsugumi gasped and approached the door, obediently reaching out and pressing it against the door. He looked at the dark gap under the door, which was only a few centimeters away from his toes.
Just reach in if you can, he thought, let me see what you are.
"What do you want to do?" he asked over his shoulder.
She was lying on the ground, looking for something on the ruins-like ground, and her long skirt spread out into a pool of blood.
"Just wait," she said, obviously not in the habit of explaining things to others.
Inmaruji suddenly laughed, and he didn't know where the smile came from, but the current situation really made him want to laugh - the two people who were fighting for life and death for a minute or two now unanimously stopped talking about it.
, it seemed that the director shouted stop, and they moved on to the next scene.
Even though tonight might be the last night of this vain life, he still found it funny.
The woman raised her head, and her face was reflected in the makeup mirror. He had seen many beautiful women, but there was no face like hers that allowed him to see a world sinking into darkness - it was really suitable for tonight.
She looked at Inmaruji in the mirror and seemed to feel the same absurdity, and she also laughed.
"Constinet," she murmured breathlessly.
Constantine, Constantine.
Between his teeth and tongue, her name was bitten gently and silently.
"Inmaruji."
She slowly licked her broken lip, the dried blood was licked away, and fresh blood seeped out.
It was as if his name was swallowed along with her blood.
"What do you think is outside the door?" Inmaruji glanced at the gap under the door and asked.
"I don't care." Constantine straightened up and had something in her hand - exactly the cell phone she was looking at when he came in.
Inumaruji was not surprised, he thought about it and shrugged his shoulders.
He didn't care either. After seeing the darkness in the carriage, he still followed the plan and killed Juan calmly.
People who originally lived in darkness, but one day the darkness was replaced by another darkness, there was no difference to them.
"The pianist," Constantine noticed his gaze and explained, "I asked him to wait downstairs."
"The club may be filled with darkness..."
"Just let him blow up," said Constantine, holding up his phone. "Didn't you already try it once?"
Blowing up half a carriage is not much different from blowing up half a building.
Constantine was not very compatible with things like mobile phones. He looked at the mobile phone and pressed it against her cheek. In the quiet room, he heard a faint voice call coming from inside it.
Immediately afterwards, a cell phone ringing sounded clearly outside the door.
I really regret it, really. If I could travel back to July 26th, I would definitely grab my collar and shoot left and right to stop me from writing this story... It was so stuck. I wrote this chapter for almost two days.
No need to speed up, let’s end the story of these two as soon as possible...
By the way, you can search Qidian's "King of Glory Wonderful Writing Project". On August 19th, it will be my turn to write Miledy to be released. Let's discuss a price first. How much do I charge for a bragging?
