The vest magic changes the earth

Sergeant Smith's first reaction was to go out to save people. The voice was very immature, and it sounded like a child of eight or nine years old.He also has a daughter about this age.

The companion next to him grabbed him tightly.

"There's a little girl outside calling for help!"

"Be sober! How can there be a little girl in this ghost place." The companion was furious.

"What if?! What if..." Sergeant Smith danced, "If she is lucky, she just bumped into these monsters just now."

"Stop dreaming!" The remaining two held him together, "Maybe we're all going to die here."

The policemen were in a stalemate in the room, and they had to hold the door. The little girl outside screamed more and more terribly, and gradually turned into whimpers, and there was no sound.

Randolph and Allen stayed in a corner, and under their feet were a group of monsters that had been dealt with, lying on the ground in disarray.

Randolph threw something to Allen, sneering all over his face: "Here, Superman. The little girl you're looking for."

Allen was so frightened that he yelled "Aw", didn't pick up the thing, and dodged to the side.

Then where is a girl!It was an unrecognizable monster, a bit like a monkey with sparse hair, with a big head, staring eyes without whites, and small and misshapen limbs. It was lying on a roadside pillar, and its mouth was the voice of a child.

Allen's tongue was about to tie up.

Randolph shot very violently. When they heard the girl's cry for help, Allen subconsciously rushed over. As soon as Randolph raised his arm, the sleeve arrow flew out, giving the thing a headshot.The brains were scattered all over the ground red and white, and Randolph went out to pick it up and attracted a wave of monsters for it.

When the monster was thrown out by him, its brains splashed all over, and a few drops splashed on Allen's face.Allen only felt a fishy smell, and his face turned blue.

Randolph didn't feel how bad his behavior was at all, with a smirk on his face: "The little girl has been rescued, let's go with your little baby in your arms."

Allen asked: "What is this? Why..." Still acting like a child.

Randolph touched his chin, "Actually, I can't blame you for being stupid."

He bent down, took something out of the little monster, and handed it to Allen. "Let's see."

Following the moonlight, Allen saw the thing clearly. It was a piece of rag, which was hung on the little monster in tatters. It had been soaked in blood, but he still recognized half of Winnie the Pooh printed on it. Face.

A guess emerged in Allen's mind, and his throat seemed to be stuck.

"Just get used to it, it's a relief." Randolph shrugged and walked in one direction. "The target of those things is not us, maybe there are two lucky ones who survived."

......

The policemen also relaxed a little when they heard the voice fade away.

One of them said to Sergeant Smith: "Okay, there's no need to go out to see it now."

They pressed against the door, wanting to rest for a while.

At this time, one of them suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked in one direction with a frightened expression.

The others immediately raised their guns in the direction he was looking.

It was dark there, and there was nothing.

"What's the matter?" Sergeant Smith asked.

"I saw something, white, and it passed by in a flash!"

They looked in this direction vigilantly, but there was nothing.

Sergeant Smith yelled, "Is anyone in there?"

"Could it be that you misread it, it's just an illusion caused by light or something."

"No. You can't read it wrong, that thing is moving."

The three looked at each other, one explored in that direction, and the other two took cover behind.

Before they took two steps forward, they realized that they didn't need it.

The policeman just now was indeed right.

That thing appeared from the ceiling, silently.

The person at the front could only let out a scream, and was hung up. Blood was splashed, pouring down on Sergeant Smith and the remaining FBI.

Sergeant Smith saw it. The monster looked like a giant spider in human form.Four extra legs grew out of his waist and abdomen, and he lay prone on the ceiling.The mouth is split and protruding, with insect-like mouthparts.

It does not spin silk like a spider, it bites with its mouth open, and the person caught by it will soon die.

The spider monster bit him and made a creaking sound, and the remaining two held guns and confronted it.

At this time, the door was knocked again, behind the two of them.

Sergeant Smith's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he thought, pinching back and forth, this time it might really be the end.He clenched the weapon in his hand again, and thought again, even if he died, he still had to resist.

The door rang again behind me.

Outside, Allen tilted his head and said to Randolph: "Can you knock on the door? No one dares to open it for you in this situation."

Randolph thought for a while and said, "It makes sense, tsk, I don't like violence."

Under Allen's horrified eyes, he took out a gun from his bag and hit the door lock.

His gun has definitely been modified, at least Allen has never seen a pistol that can violently break through such an iron door.

Randolph then put two feet on the door, and the door opened with a bang.

Allen met a pale face, "WTF!" He subconsciously dodged backwards.

Randolph was fearless in the face of danger, and he blasted his modified gun at the white face, and the gun hit these things, shooting out a cloud of black smoke.

The eight-legged spider monster let out a roar and fell from the roof. It seemed that his intelligence was not low, and he knew that Randolph was not easy to mess with, so he swung his eight legs quickly and was about to flee to the depths of the building.

Randolph simply raised his arm and shot him in the head.

The monster's eight strange legs twitched a few times and stopped moving.

At this time, Allen had the energy to notice the two lucky ones.

They were all wearing police uniforms, and one of them looked like a policeman from the state. He was quite old and fat.One was quite young, wearing an FBI uniform.All with guns.

Randolph waved them over. "Hey guys. Sorry to see you here."

The other side is still a little wary of them.But Randolph obviously didn't recommend their attitude, so he walked in and checked the corpse.

Allen told them, "We were on a tour, and this shit happened."

He squeezed his face again, "A genuine living person."

The police put down their guns and smiled bitterly at him: "Never mind, this is too fucking weird. We are still very happy to see other people here. We are all police officers who came to find out the situation."

"I understand." Allen said, seeing that Randolph had already walked a long way inside, "Why are you going?"

"Come and see!" Randolph's voice came from inside.

The three people outside walked towards him, passing by the body of the dead policeman, which had been broken in two, with intestines spilling all over the floor.His companions set him up carefully.

The three walked over and were stunned for a moment.

"Its lair. A large part of the people who entered the town before are here."

The room is densely packed with white silk, and these broken limbs are collected and piled up in several places.The smell of blood is disgusting.

Allen saw that a human head was not far from him, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were loose and cloudy.

He took a few steps back without a trace.

Randolph lit a cigarette, his face was thoughtful, "This may be a cooperation."

"What do you mean?" A policeman shivered, his expression very ugly.

"You were forced in by the monsters outside," Randolph said. "When they chased me before, they also drove us in this direction. I was still wondering if there was any special significance in this direction. It turned out to be like this ah."

"First give people hope, and then break them down one by one." He clicked his tongue, "They're all pretty smart."

It didn't feel right to give Alan a place, and he thought again of the monster the little girl had turned into.He asked Randolph: "Is this also...becoming."

"There are not so many innate monsters in the world." Randolph smiled, "We have to find out what happened here, and it would be too passive to wait."

"Where are we going?" Allen asked, and the two policemen also looked at Randolph.

Randolph didn't answer, and took another puff of his cigarette, "What do you think is the most problematic." He asked Allen.

"you ask me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just talk about your intuition." Randolph said, "Your inspiration is quite high, and you are more sensitive to these aspects."

Allen was suspicious, but still raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the hotel.

Randolph glanced at them and walked towards the hotel. "I want to keep up with my life."

With Randolph leading the way, it was much easier.The monsters rarely found them, and the rest were killed.

Allen asked him, "What do you mean I'm high on inspiration?"

"It's a kind of talent. You can feel some things relatively easily. For example, in a hotel, you are very sensitive to the hostess' hostility." Randolph smiled, "It's quite rare."

Allen was a little complacent for a while, and he didn't deny that he was indeed an adventurous person.During the time in Xiling Township, he followed Randolph to experience things that ordinary people would never experience in a lifetime. He was afraid, but he also had a faster heartbeat, profuse sweating, and quicker thinking.

That's excitement.

Since he was a child, he has always had an advantage in everything he does.He also has a little advantage in these aspects now, and he is indeed a little happy.

Randolph seemed to see through his thoughts, and smiled a little weirdly.

He said: "Mistanick University recruits several highly inspired students every year, and they are really good in the occult field."

Allen felt that there was something in his words, "But?"

"50% of them are in mental institutions. The rest are basically lying in the grave." Randolph stopped laughing. "In this world, it is not a good thing to feel more than others."

Allen broke out in a cold sweat, "Then you still let me feel..."

"Otherwise, why would I take you with me? I always have to find someone to beat the thunder." Randolph smiled again, "Do you believe that woman hooked you up for the same purpose?"

"FUCK YOU!"

"I'm not gay, it's hard for you to do this to me."