The vest magic changes the earth

Although Randolph has always claimed to be a university folklorist, he is a refined scholar.But it was obvious that Alan and the remaining two police officers didn't quite believe him.

Randolph was displeased by this, claiming that the behavior made him so sad that he refused to speak to anyone on the way to the small hotel afterwards.

Allen only felt the veins on his temples beating wildly.

This feeling reached its peak when Randolph kicked open the small door of the hotel, and the three monsters inside looked back in unison.

They were all not far from the door, one was squatting on the counter, the other was lying on the ground, and the other was hanging on the wall, barely visible.Hearing the movement, they turned their heads in unison.

This scene was so shocking that Allen finally couldn't help shouting at Randolph: "Where are you calling for support?"

"I don't know!" Randolph shouted back, firing both guns in his hand. It was a modified gun and special bullets, specially used to deal with mysterious incidents. "Maybe they got lost!"

He shot with his hands steady as a rock, spit out sparks from the muzzle, and suppressed the three monsters inside.

One of them had been shot and fell to the ground, and it was obvious that the bullet was causing him pain.

At the same time, Allen also saw the appearance of the other two monsters clearly. He was amused and thought to himself that they were all acquaintances.

The one on the wall is the disabled girl from that hotel, and she is the one who knocks on the door at night.Its nails are swollen, it moves with its arms, its face is covered with tumors and its facial features are so crowded that it can't see its facial features, and it is still wearing the floral skirt that we met in the morning.

The other one was really hard to identify, because it was a mountain of meat, piled together, the flesh trembling like white water, wriggling on the ground, Ellen speculated that this should be the female boss, and the one on the ground should be her husband.

At the same time, Allen also pulled his own trigger and gave the monster below a happy one - the bullet was asked by Randolph.

The lady hanging by her arms on the wall uttered a most grotesque sound, unlike any language known on earth, it was indescribable.

Allen felt his brain plunged into chaos for a moment. The lines of the objects in front of him were distorted and turned into some color blocks that blended with each other. They were entangled and fused with indescribable fear.

He heard a piercing chime, which snapped back to his sanity.

A policeman was dragging him back. Randolph blocked the jumping monster, flipped his wrist, drew a machete, and stabbed at it with a cold light.

Allen covered his dizzy head and looked towards Randolph.It feels that Randolph's situation is not good. Randolph is being besieged by two monsters at close range. His skill is very good. He can move around in a small space, but gradually he can see that he is stretched left and right.

Because of the previous dizziness, his hands were shaking when he raised the gun, but he couldn't shoot, and so did the two policemen.

The movements of the three entangled figures were too fast and the space was too narrow, and Randolph could collapse together if he didn't pay attention.Rushing to help would only add to the chaos.

The two monsters obviously also noticed the fear of humans, and rushed towards the three ordinary people with a roar.

Falk!Allen cursed in his heart.

He was standing at the forefront of the crowd now, it was too late to shoot, and he didn't have a cold weapon in his hand. He looked at the nails that were shining with cold light, and tried to turn his head to the side.

The expected hand-to-hand combat did not come.

Allen looked over and saw a black image falling into the air like a black bird. Randolph stepped on the wall to borrow strength, his body somersaulted, passed over the monster, and blocked between them.

He saw Randolph raise his hand, and the scimitar cut off the deformed head with a flash.

Spilled blood.

The other rushed forward, he jumped up from the ground to dodge, and fired again. The gun was very steady, and the bullets penetrated from the same place continuously, tearing flesh and blood continuously, leaving terrible wounds.

The monster struggled frantically to dodge, but Randolph stepped forward and grabbed his neck with his other free hand. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and he pressed the monster against the wall, motionless.With the steady output of bullets, blood spattered on the wall, and Randolph's abdomen was scratched. He didn't seem to feel it, and ice was condensed in his green eyes.

The monster finally stopped moving, Randolph put down his hand, his face was splattered with blood, expressionless.

Allen suddenly felt a sense of danger, just like the first time he saw Randolph, the beast hid in the cage and observed you secretly, with a cold light in its eyes, waiting for the chance of a fatal blow.

After that, Randolph's shamelessness and humor made him forget this sense of danger for a while, making him feel that the cage was always locked.

And now, the beast has been released.

Believe in your college folklorists, Alan thought, trying to understand what Randolph's temperament was, that desperado feeling.He had seen it when he encountered drug dealers in Mexico, with the light of a hungry wolf in his eyes.Those people came out to do this kind of business, without support, without concern, and rotted in the dark. Anyway, they died, and they made money no matter what.

"Shit." Randolph groaned and slumped on the floor like dough, "It hurts to death." He touched his face with the other hand, "My handsome face won't be disfigured."

Allen's emotions that had just been brewing dissipated in an instant. He seemed to be blocked back before he finished speaking, and he rolled his eyes in choking.

He angrily went to help Randolph up, and helped him deal with the wound - using the medical kit brought by the police.Another policeman went to close the door and watch by the way.

Randolph is the most injured here, with massive gashes on his stomach and back that should have been a by-product of his handsome somersault.

Allen sighed, "Stop yelling, in case the intestines flow out in a while."

Randolph didn't move.

They settled the wounded temporarily, like finding a hidden place upstairs.

Sergeant Smith was worried: "There should be no other monsters."

"No," Randolph replied. "They're also territorial."

He was helped upstairs, his wound was pulled, and he grinned in pain.He kept talking, "Mr. Simmons, are you skilled? I feel like my stomach is still leaking."

"It's not bad to sew it up." Allen despised him. "Of course your stomach is leaking. The function of the needle and thread is just to prevent your intestines from coming out."

Sergeant Smith's face twisted: "I think we can change the subject."

Allen thought about it, and felt that it was a bit perverted to discuss Randolph's intestines in such an environment where monsters were walking all over the place, with stumps and broken arms all over the place.So I changed the subject: "Is it safe for us to stay here at night?"

They were in a small room now, and Randolph grinned and looked out the window. "It's dark, and it's the safest time."

The clock on the wall ticked to 10 o'clock.

Allen and an FBI walked to the window, opened the curtains, and were stunned by the sight in front of them.

The streets are no longer empty and bustling.

They were not people, or they used to be people. The monsters turned into by those residents gathered in a street, turning a blind eye to them. They kowtowed in one direction, murmured strange syllables in their mouths, and their expressions were fanatical.

Everyone looked at them and felt creepy.

Allen saw that Miss Dubo was also among them, and she was mixed among the monsters, intimately.She was wearing a red dress, her hair was braided, and her red lips were gorgeous.

Du Bo noticed his gaze, raised his head, and raised the corners of his red lips towards them.

Behind her, the waning moon was like blood.