Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 22 Don't Go Back
"On the 19th, overcast and foggy."

"We used dementors to encircle and suppress a monster that believed in the Greek banshee Lamia."

"This world is weird."

"I've started hearing some whispers that seem to come from the abyss."

"I feel like I'm being contaminated."

"It seems that using spells will speed up the process of contamination. I must reduce this action."

"It turns out that even monsters in this world are afraid. Dementors are indeed a creature that should be exterminated."

"..."

An automatic quill was flying up and down, and the light in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have faded a little.

It seemed that the fog that day polluted him.

A fleeing Lamian believer slammed into the black fog wall cast by the Dementor in front of Dumbledore, and the fine particles hit its face and were absorbed into the body by the gaps in every body tissue.

Then, the monster that was still running away in a hurry, roared and screamed like a stimulant, and rushed towards He Gang again.

"Based on the level of Newt and the Ministry of Magic, a single adult wizard can deal with this kind of monster, but beware of the irregular flesh-shaped banshee Lamia that may be summoned when they are completely killed, and uniquely stated, They are not as incomparably resistant to curses as the Aberration Idols."

"In fact, any kind of Unforgivable Curse can cause indelible and irreparable damage to them."

Dumbledore continued to record.

Using the Elder Wand, he whispered the Kedavin incantation.

Then a green light hit the Lamian believer from behind.

Dumbledore watched the latter's reaction after being hit by the death curse, the skin was peeled off in an instant, and fell on the ground like a piece of bloody sheepskin.

Then, every blood vessel squirmed and burst, and its body shrank within a few minutes.

When it shrinks to the shape of an ordinary person, it dies.

It's just that the eyeballs in the palms of those hands are still turning strangely, staring at He Gang in the field.

The Spear of Longinus is indeed a sacred weapon.

Although one-third of the fragments are only gold-level, their effects and skills have even surpassed the platinum and diamond weapons in anyone's hands now.

As long as Lamia believers killed by this gun, they will let out a horrifying wail, and then the blood and internal organs will bloom like flowers.

So with just a few dozen Lamian believers, the blood and pus in their bodies actually flowed all over the entire intersection.

Even the round altar seemed to be soaked in blood.

But don't know why.

The more Lamia believers were killed, the more and more intensive chewing sounds sounded around them.

Night was about to fall completely.

There is no moon today.

Thick clouds filled the sky over New York City with an indescribable feeling and oppressive feeling of flesh and blood.

"Tear--"

The spear pierced into the chest of the last Lamian follower in the center of the altar, and yellow pus exploded from every inch of its skin.

Like a trampled beetle.

Stinky, nauseating.

"Gardenias bloom and bloom Gardenias bloom and bloom, like crystal waves blooming in the sea of ​​my heart,"

"Gardenia flowers bloom and bloom. Gardenia flowers bloom and bloom, which is a hint of youthful and pure love."

"The gardenias are blooming, so lovely,"

"Wave goodbye to joy and helplessness, time seems to flow fast,"

"..."

The spear of Longinus stabbed fiercely into the chest of the Lamia believer in front of him.

It just stood upright and cast a long and narrow shadow.

Even the shadows seemed to be full of holy light.

Countless chewing sounds drilled into his head, like maggots trying to bite through He Gang's eardrum one after another.

But at the same time as this monster died, He Gang's cell phone rang suddenly.

It is an old song with a gentle melody that is enough to evoke the deepest memories. Every student will hear this tune at the end of the college entrance examination.

But He Gang swallowed hard.

He glanced at the monster in the center of the altar.

He looked at Dumbledore again.

But the latter doesn't seem to see what's going on here, his eyes are fixed on another part of the field, and he even occasionally shoots a spell from the Elder Wand.

It was as if he had been pulled into some kind of hallucination.

There are no humans in this world.

There are no human beings in any world!

He Gang's cell phone has not rang for more than half a month.

He took it out of his pocket.

Incoming calls show an unknown region, not even a phone number.

In fact, it is impossible to have something that can make calls into this mobile phone. He Gang does not have a phone card at all.

But he picked up anyway.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

The silence seemed to be contagious, and even the chewing sounds around He Gang gradually became quieter.

"Xiao Gang, when are you going home?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded.

"mom?!"

He Gang widened his eyes.

When he heard this voice, the blood-stained clothes on his body became brand new, and the desolate scenery in front of him seemed to have been wiped with a rag, and everything disappeared.

The corpse, the altar, and Dumbledore.

The lights came back to New York again.

The most densely populated city in the world.

"beep--"

Cycling whistled and rushed past He Gang, and a fat black man poked his head out and cursed.

"Wait, what happened?"

"Why am I here?"

A new memory is replacing He Gang's original memory.

In other words, the real memory seemed to be returning to him.

And He Gang himself didn't notice anything unusual.

他 说:

"I'm still in New York, Mom, anyway, I don't have to pay for it when I travel."

"Your aunt found a girl for you. She is round and round, and she is lucky to have children. She is also a college student. When you come back, hurry up and make a blind date."

"Oh, I want you to tell my aunts and the others that I'm only 22, still young!"

"Then what to do, the little girls have agreed to meet."

"I'll think of a way. Hang up first. I'm jet-lagged here. I have to go to bed."

He Gang hung up the phone with a snap.

As he walked on the busy streets of New York, he thought of the ponytailed girl named Ran in the tour group.

I also remembered that the special products I bought yesterday hadn’t been sent to China yet.

But I don't know why, it's always weird.

He bought an American hot dog on the street near Times Square. While eating and shopping, he always felt that there was a fishy smell in his nasal cavity. There was too much cheese on the hot dog, which actually made it bitter.

"Sanity stability -0.5."

"what sound?"

He Gang scratched his ears, as if he heard something.

Looking back, I saw a CG promotion of a game playing on the big screen in the square, probably this one.

It's eight o'clock now.

He has to hurry back to the hotel.

"Jingle Bell--"

A text message rang on the phone.

He Gang picked it up and took a look.

[Don't go back! 】

Only four words.

He shook his head and saw that it was an anonymous text message, probably some kid's prank.

He continued walking towards the hotel.

But suddenly, all the screens in New York that could display information turned into snowflakes at the same time, and then showed He Gang the same four words in unison——

[Don't go back! 】

(End of this chapter)