Marvel's Great Old Ones

In the dim apartment building, a tall shadow squatted next to the door, fiddling with the door lock.

"Report to the command center. Unlocking failed. Please apply for forced entry."

The apartments in Brooklyn don't even have a single apartment surveillance system. It may be centralized at the management company or upstairs.

He had already walked around the corridor and couldn't find anything strange, so he could only take a look at the condition of the house. The three people who went upstairs didn't hear anything for a long time, so they probably gained nothing.

The man's forehead was sweating, and the airtight chemical protective suit was stuffy and hot. Just squatting for a while and fiddled with the lock cylinder with the iron piece made him feel very uncomfortable.

The concept of time was disappointing in this endless darkness and silence. I don’t know how long it took before a weird and distorted sound came from the headset.

"Zizi - permission - strong magnet - break the door."

Those damn fat pigs in the equipment department should all be sent to Afghanistan. Suppressing the desire to complain in his heart, Todd picked up the gun, pointed it at the door lock and fired a few shots.

Bang bang bang!

Mist like white gauze rose up in the darkness, and the sound of gunshots penetrated far away in the silent corridor.

Some beings that could not be observed suddenly turned around, and their malicious eyes penetrated the gap between the darkness and the material, and saw the few souls shining brightly in the darkness.

"Unbelievers!"

The broken door was pushed open by the man, and he came to the interior of the old-decorated room.

Todd held the gun cautiously, bent down against the wall, and searched the room. He even glanced above his head unconsciously for the first time.

The first rule of horror movies is, watch the top of your head, otherwise you will be fucked when you die.

There is a rotor fan and ordinary chandelier above the head. There are no long-haired girls or men hanging around the room.

Looking left and right, there were no large red blood stains on the wall. They looked normal. There were only some black stains that looked like mold spots.

The interior decoration of the room is very old, and the built-in furniture can tell that the owner's financial strength is not very good.

But it's normal. In a place like Brooklyn, where there are many people but few jobs and the average income is low, it would be good to have a house. This is New York, even if it's Brooklyn, it's still New York.

This apartment is not big and is located on the outskirts of Brooklyn. The price should be much higher than in the inner suburbs.

That's right, it's just a lot higher. The housing prices in the outer areas are higher than those in the inner areas. This is the fucking Marvel Brooklyn housing prices.

In reality, Brooklyn is actually an ordinary city. Although the public security is much lower than other places due to the race, identity, ideology, etc. of the residents, it is impossible to reach the level of a city like Brooklyn in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. country’s status.

slap!

Todd, who was observing the surrounding situation, suddenly froze. He seemed to have stepped on something soft under his feet, and it was crushed left and right, and it was still shaking, just like - flesh and blood.

The trampled faces in horror movies, broken internal organs, human skin, countless distracting thoughts that came to his mind made him break out in cold sweat.

"Oh, God."

Todd, who lowered his head and quickly inspected it, cursed angrily and kicked away the two pieces of red hollow design hanging on the ground.

The person living here is a woman!

The man's pace quickened a little and he found a lot of magazines on the ground, all of which were clothing magazines.

It should be.

He straightened his waist a little. After all, he had to show the heroic posture and bravery of a beautiful soldier. It was his duty to save these poor and fragile citizens. Any promises of his body were unnecessary and unimportant.

In the corner of the room, a few wisps of mist that still showed a dark color even in the darkness were surging. Dozens of small, malicious eyes looked at the two-legged beast that was bent over and looking around.

Not just in the corner, under the table, on the rotor, behind the door, in the mirror...

Blood-red eyes, bloody severed hands, wriggling long hair, piled bones, twisting shadows...

Through the silent darkness, through countless dark existences, to the high sky, to the starry sky, with life as the center of the vortex and Brooklyn as the boundary, those who enter the darkness are like radiant flames, Extinguished by the frantically swooping broken moths.

At the corner of Todd's apartment leading up to the stairs to the second floor, three heavily armed figures walked down the stairs with heavy steps.

A few dozen meters away from here, the body of the demolitionist from New Jersey lay cold on the ground, his body shaking like an electric shock. Hundreds of deformed beings rushed towards this flesh and blood with the aura of the outside world. Come, peel away the dregs called flesh and blood, and squeeze towards the inside, towards the empty spiritual space.

A blue-black baby with bite marks all over its body violently pushed away the crowded flesh and blood, tearing apart the spider web composed of crawling nerves. It was the first to crawl into the spiritual space, and then, like a controlled toy, it allowed the corpse to crawl. got up.

Not just this, nor just the members of this exploration team, it can be seen that driven by an invisible wave, countless monsters are rushing towards the spiritual fires on the edge of the city like a wave. Junqu Pavilion

In the bedroom, a fat, bald, middle-aged white man was lying on the bed, with several magazines scattered around him, revealing a model wearing sparse cloth clothing with a slim and voluptuous figure. There was also a circle of magazines beside him. Toilet paper rolled to the floor.

The man slept very hard, literally dead. Although his chest was still rising and falling, what was left now was only a concrete body, a flesh and blood machine that moved according to a preset program. The thing that could truly give him the definition of a living body had been transformed into A tiny starlight in the white mist.

A white wooden door separates the inside and outside of the apartment into two worlds.

Unlike other rooms filled with strange beings, there is only one being in this bedroom, a black shadow that keeps "flowing".

The black, deformed shadow covered with white bite marks stood by the door, looking at the moving mixture on the bed. It stood quietly like this. From its birth until now, it showed a rare calmness. A manic calmer than other beings of its kind.

The ghosts that often appear in movies are more like it than their more spooky cousins.

It is attached to the world called quantum. Only observation can disturb the posture of its body. With this form of existence and those gnawing marks that exude terrifying power, other weird existences in the darkness are nothing but dirt in front of it. Chickens and dogs are like chickens and dogs.

It doesn't know what fear is, because in the concept of chaos and ignorance, life and death are just illusions, and everything, including its birth, is just a meaningless coincidence, a coincidence of infinity and miracles.

However, whenever the fluctuations from the distance affect its body, its body will shake violently, and even turn into nothingness, break into pieces and fall into the quantum tunnel.

creak-

The door was pushed open a crack, and the figure that existed in the quantum world shook violently, as if it was hit by something, and hit the body on the bed.

Outside the door, the man tried to open the door, but his body suddenly stiffened.

"Just...what was that floating past just now?"

With his eyes widened, Todd tried to see the hem of clothes floating past again, but it was like an hallucination and there was none.

He swallowed, sat on the ground, pointed the gun at the door, carefully pushed the door open with his foot, and pushed it against the wall.

The second rule of horror movies, never try to put your head close to the door or the crack of the door. Will you die if you just open the door?

The third rule of horror movies: when you open the door, check to see if there is anyone on both sides before entering.

When the door is opened, it is impossible to see how far away it is, even if there is a strong light above the head. .

Taking a deep breath, Todd held a gun and rushed toward the door.

The bedroom was not big, and there wasn't much space after putting a bed. It was basically unobstructed, so after making sure nothing was there, Todd immediately noticed the voluptuous figure on the bed - a woman.

A woman was lying on the bed in a splayed posture, which made Todd a little unbearable. He turned his head and the camera above his head was still filming.

I have been a soldier for more than two years. Although as a technical soldier, I don't know if it is like a sow competing against Diao Chan, but when has this half-grown boy ever seen such a battle?

A slender woman wearing a cool mandarin jacket and shorts was sleeping in front of him with such a bold attitude, which made Todd tilt his head and dare not look again.

"Call the command center, call the command center, find the Brooklyn residents, do they need to be removed, repeat, find the Brooklyn residents, do they need to be removed."

On the bed, for a moment away from observation, a black and translucent arm suddenly popped out of the middle-aged man's body, revealing half of his broken face. It can be seen that it is quite similar to the face Todd saw just now.

"Shasha - shunzizi - permission - separated -"

The call was interrupted, Todd shrugged, put down the gun, and bent down to pick up the woman on the bed.

"Hoho—shet—"

Todd originally faced the 100-pound body on the bed with a relaxed attitude, but he didn't expect that he almost broke his waist when he was about to exert force.

Heavy, very heavy. This thin-looking woman was as heavy as a fat otaku. Originally, his strength was much smaller than that of other team members, but he couldn't even hold her up for a while.

In fact, if he had not been wearing that thick chemical protective suit, the soldier would have discovered that the body of the "woman" on the bed was much cooler than that of ordinary people, almost the same as the temperature in the room.

Just memorize it honestly.

Todd put down the gun, knelt down and tremblingly picked up the woman on his back.

"Xie Te, this woman weighs at least two hundred pounds."

However, looking at a very thin woman, I didn't expect that her figure was surprisingly good.

Fortunately, Todd couldn't help but feel...the two soft lumps of flesh on his back.

Where he couldn't see, behind the so-called woman, countless black mutilated arms popped up crazily, but they couldn't get out of Todd's sight.

In this way, Todd carried a "woman" weighing at least two hundred pounds and walked tremblingly toward the outside of the black fog. Outside, the movements of nine twisted and grotesque people slowly became more flexible and normal...

[Author's digression]: I received an urgent notice to do nucleic acid testing at 10:30 in the evening. I only have 3,000 words today. I'm deeply sorry.