Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1869 The next scene
Uinmaru Tsugumi leaned on the dressing table halfway before he stood still.

The woman was standing a few steps away, her wide nightgown skirt falling loosely from her thin shoulders, as if it would slip off at any moment.Like Uinmaru Tsugumi, she breathed lightly and stared at the dark opening of the dressing room door without blinking.

Anyone could see that it was no ordinary dim.

The warm orange light in the dressing room fell into the crack of the door, but it couldn't break through the darkness. Instead, it seemed to illuminate a pitch-black balloon, with a faint glimmer of light.

Before I knew it, the pitch-black "balloon" had slowly grown in size, and the door was slowly pushed open.

Whatever it was, it didn't seem 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 while, only two people were left gasping for breath in the dressing room.

"Look, I didn't lie to you."

Uinmaru Tsugumi stared at the darkness, touched the table a few times with his hand back, and found a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and a box of matches next to it.He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, struck a match, sparks flashed from his fingers.

He inhaled a cloud of bloody smoke.

As he threw out the second lit match, the spark drew a parabola and landed on the darkness in the crack of the door—when the two touched, there was a very slight "snap" sound, as if in silence. There was a flash of lightning in the dressing room, which was clearly captured by the two of them.

The match fell into the darkness, but it didn't fall to the ground for a long time.

The darkness just rolled over slightly, and the matches disappeared without a trace.

"That's... what?" she whispered—as if she, too, was finally beginning to realize that something was wrong.

Yuan Maruji has never heard a woman's voice, it is as thick as blood, sticky, slippery, and will flow down the ears... He looked down, her earrings were still deeply pierced in the wound on his leg In it, a tear-like diamond shone brightly in the bloody mess.

"It should be the thing in the second car that killed your subordinates," he said.

Perhaps it was because he lost a lot of blood, at this moment, he was light and dizzy as if he had drunk wine.

There is an unknown danger in front of you, so what?
The city of liberty is too large, and there is never a shortage of strange and incomprehensible things; no matter what the darkness is, Uinmaru Tsugumi only sees a future from it at this moment: a future in which he will push this woman into the darkness with his own hands .

When she died, the blood of Xiaolong and his party that had been swallowed by her would flow out of her body.

He was waiting for darkness to enter the house.

As for what to do with himself - Yuin Marutsu never considered the consequences when doing things.Then he will find a way out of her ruins.

If you can't find it, forget it.

"What are you going to do?"

He seemed to stay out of it, and even with a hoarse smile, he said: "The darkness is coming, and all the subordinates you put on the second train have disappeared... What to do? You are left alone. "

Before he could finish his sentence, an indescribable soft sound shocked both of them at the same time—when they raised their eyes, they saw a hand protruding from the crack of the door at some point, holding on to the door. on the doorknob.

"Mother?" A man's voice said, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his lips and tongue were not very flexible. "Are you... are you here?"

Her honorific title - Fuck.

Uinmaru Tsugumi cursed his luck in his heart, and his muscles tensed up.He had just prepared himself for another fierce battle, but his thoughts froze.

A strange face slowly emerged from the darkness behind the door; it was like a dead body floating up from the depths of the black pool, for a moment, only a particularly pale face and a hand could be seen clearly.

The eyes on his face turned and stopped on the woman. "...Mother, we are ready to go, the second train has been arranged..."

A series of bursts of fire suddenly tore through the air, bullets hit that face one after another, and the dazzling white light flashed and flickered on the surrounding darkness.

Uinmaru Tsugumi turned his head suddenly, and saw her holding his scorpion submachine gun in her straight raised right hand.

In the loud and deafening gunshots, the man's "Mother" was shaken and intermittent, and was quickly drowned out.

When all the bullets in the gun were finally discharged, Uinmaru Tsugumi just captured the scene: the face seemed to be washed out of shape by ink, and it fell down like a waterfall. So many bullets disappeared without a trace.

...with his hand still on the doorknob.

This—what the hell is this thing?
None of the urban legends in the City of Liberty can match the scene in front of me; Tsugumi Uinmaru looked around and found that he couldn’t even find a weapon at hand—even if he had a weapon, what could he do? He doesn't know the effect.

"what happened……?"

"He's one of the guys I sent out to finish it off," the woman said, grabbing the small pistol that was lying on the ground. "What he said was a briefing he gave me four or ten minutes ago."

Could it be that the ambush on the second train...has been drawn into the darkness?
The small pistol stopped halfway up.She seemed to have also thought about it. Apart from wasting bullets, shooting a gun might not be of much use.

It seemed to be shocked for a while by the gunfire just now, but the darkness was still rolling outside the half-open door.

Tsugumi Uinmaru casually threw the cigarette butt into the blood-soaked carpet, and the spark went out after a few breaths.

He straightened up, dragged his injured leg, faced the darkness, and walked towards the door step by step.

"What are you doing?" She immediately lowered her voice and asked.

Strange to say, the gunshots were much louder than the voices. The two dared to shoot, but they were unwilling to speak loudly.

Uinmaru Tsugumi silently pointed forward.The chair that the two used when they were fighting for their lives just now was lying in the middle of the room, not far from the door.

He stared at the hand protruding from the darkness, getting closer and closer to it; when he was still a few steps away, he could touch the darkness as soon as he stretched out his hand, and when the darkness could touch him as soon as he stretched out his hand, he bent down, He picked up the chair as silently as possible.

Before he could make a move, the woman suddenly ordered: "Squat down."

Before the word "下" fell, Uinmaru Tsugumi's head was cut with a sharp wave of air by the bullet.

She had no intention of confirming whether or not Uinmaru Tsugumi had heard, and fired as soon as the words came out - if he hadn't immediately landed on one knee on the ground, there might have been a hole in his temple by now.

Uinmaru Tsugumi was pinned down by the sharp whistling of the air above his head and the deafening gunfire; he squinted his eyes and quickly swept towards the door.

Juan's face was floating a few inches above his head; a black eye rolled down to meet his gaze just before one was engulfed by the bullet.

Even Uinmaru Tsugumi was stunned for a rare moment.

The power of the small pistol is far inferior to that of the scorpion submachine gun. Juan's face is like a lake hit by rain, undulating and flickering uneasy. He has obviously lost his shape, but he still barely floats above the darkness; It seems to have stepped back a bit.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, Uinmaru Tsugumi immediately stood up with his uninjured leg, and at the same time swung his right hand in an arc in the air—the makeup chair hit the door, and with a loud bang, the chair shattered, cracked, and shattered. Amidst the splashing of wood chips, the door finally closed again slowly and heavily; even with such a heavy force, it seemed that the door was barely squeezed shut.

The rack on the door closed with a very soft sound, as if the door would slide open again with just a push with the tip of a fingernail.

"Hold the door," the woman seemed to regard him as a subordinate, ordering one after another, "Buy me some time."

Uinmaru Tsugumi walked towards the door panting, and obediently stretched out his hand against the door.He looked at the dark gap under the door, which was only a few centimeters away from his toes.

Get in if you can, he thought, let me see what you are.

"What are you doing?" he asked back.

She was lying on the ground, looking for something on the ground that looked like ruins, and her long skirt was unraveled into a pool of blood.

"You just have to wait," she obviously didn't have the habit of explaining things to others.

Uinmaru Tsugumi suddenly laughed, and he didn't know where the smile came from, but the current situation really made him want to laugh—the two who were still fighting for life and death for a minute or two, now coincidentally did not mention it , it seemed that a director called to stop, and they took advantage of the opportunity to enter the next scene.

Even if tonight might be the last night of this vain life, he still finds it funny.

The woman looked up, and her face was reflected in the vanity mirror.He had seen many beautiful women, but no face, like hers, could make him see a world sunk in darkness—for tonight.

She looked at Uinmaru Tsugumi in the mirror, as if feeling the same absurdity, she also laughed.

"Constine," she murmured breathlessly.

Constantine, Constantine.

Between his teeth and tongue, her name was bitten softly and silently.

"Yuanmaru heir."

She licked her broken lip slowly, the dried blood was licked away, and fresh blood oozes out.

It was as if his own name was swallowed along with her blood.

"What do you think is outside the door?" Uinmaru Tsugu glanced at the gap under the door and asked.

"I don't care." Constinai straightened up, and there was something extra in her hand—it was the mobile phone she was looking at when he entered the door.

Uinmaru Tsugumi was not surprised, thought for a while, and shrugged his shoulders.

He doesn't care either.After seeing the darkness in the carriage, he still followed the plan and killed Juan calmly.

People who originally lived in the darkness, one day the darkness changed from one to the other, and it made no difference to them.

"That pianist," Constantine noticed his gaze, and explained, "I asked him to wait downstairs."

"The club may be filled with darkness..."

"Just let him blow it up," Constantine said, holding up his phone. "Haven't you tried it once?"

Blowing up half a carriage is like blowing up half a building—it's not much different.

Constantine is not a good match for such a thing as a mobile phone.He watched the mobile phone sticking to her cheek, and in the silent room, he heard a faint voice from inside it.

Immediately afterwards, a mobile phone rang clearly outside the door.

　I really regret it, really, if I could travel back to July 7th, I would definitely grab myself by the collar and bow left and right to prevent me from writing this story... It’s too stuck, I’ve been writing this chapter for almost two days. Don't speed up, let's quickly end the story of these two...

By the way, you can go to the starting point to search the "Glory of the King's Wonderful Pen Project". On August 8th, it will be my turn to release Milady. Let's discuss the price first.

　
(End of this chapter)