In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

While the car was driving and chatting, the gray-haired young man sniffled: "Brother, do you smell a bloody smell, it seems to be a bit fragrant."

"Your nose is broken?" The brawny man didn't take it seriously. "Except for the smell of blood from beating that kid just now, where's the smell?"

The gray-haired young man sniffed the blood stained on his body. There was only a hint of rust, but away from the blood, he felt more and more that there was a fragrance in the air that could not be ignored, like the fragrance of flowers, and also like honey, like a woman's hands after wiping perfume. , Soft and fragrant honey jade, rubbed repeatedly on the nose.

"You really didn't smell it?"

The driver half-parted his head and cast a sideways glance at him: "Are you suffering from hysteria? There are all kinds of smells in this car, except that there is no fragrance."

The brawny man laughed loudly: "I'm afraid I'm thinking of a woman's perfume. After finishing this ticket, I took the money and went overseas to find a foreign girl."

The gray-haired young man was dazed by the scent, but both his companions said no, so he could only shut his mouth suspiciously.

The car was driving on the road, and after 5 minutes, they arrived at an abandoned port. This was their temporary foothold, and it was also a small port that they finally borrowed under the watchful eyes of the port mafia, which controlled the offshore rights.

I greeted my companions, and the car drove to the port.

"Speaking of which, the kid was beaten for so long just now, wouldn't he be beaten to death?" Zhong split up and parked the car in front of the most heavily guarded main warehouse, got out of the car, and remembered such a thing: "Why is it so bumpy? It's been a long time, why hasn't he moved at all?"

"Didn't he make a lot of noise when he was beaten just now?" The gray-haired young man replied perfunctorily. If you look carefully, you can see that his pupils are a little loose: "It's boring."

But the people present, including himself, failed to notice his abnormality.

The strong man lifted the paper cover covering the monitoring, his pupils shrank: "Where's the person?"

Under the paper shell, there was nothing but a pool of blood.

"It can't be that you have swallowed people for yourself." The gray-haired young man looked at the middle part: "You were there when the goods were loaded."

"You left for 2 minutes, and the eldest brother is still smoking in the co-pilot, what can I do?" Zhong said separately: "The fender is placed properly, and the car is not bumpy, it can't be accidentally bumped out, could it be Did that kid jump out of the car by himself? But there was no big movement on the road."

"Damn it, when did you run away?" The strong man threw the paper shell on the ground, then pulled off the other plastic paper and sacks in the trunk, and emptied them along with the things. On the iron sheet of the trunk, only the young man's body was left. blood.

"It should have been when I came in just now." On the side of the fender near the front of the car, the middle split found a little blood: "I slowed down when I came in along the way."

"He's still here." The strong man picked up the walkie-talkie: "The gate guard is watching, that kid can't leave."

"Boss...does this blood look like a rose to you?" While the strong man was notifying others, the gray-haired young man shivered suddenly, pointing at the blood remaining on the iron sheet and trembling, sweet and greasy The aroma rushed straight into the nostrils.

"What kind of rose, suspicious." The strong man held the walkie-talkie, but no one answered. He was a little flustered, and pressed a few more channels: "Where are people, where are they going..."

When the sea breeze blows, it brings a scent from the entrance of the gate, mixed with the sweetness of roses and blood.

"That's the smell." The gray-haired young man opened his eyes wide, he turned around in a panic, and looked at his companion: "I smelled it all the way..."

The gray-haired young man only saw two blood-colored Christmas trees, and his companion had died silently at some point.

It is said to be a Christmas tree, but if you look closely, it is actually some dark green vines with sharp red thorns growing out of their bodies. For a moment, red bloody roses grow from the thorns, blooming gorgeously, turning the broken The flesh and blood mist were completely absorbed.

People turned into a bush of roses, and those flowers were as big as a human face...

The gray-haired young man was trembling with fright. He screamed and ran towards the gate. In the distance, he could only see many rose bushes in the room, pushing out from the window, and on the concrete floor, one bush after another, competing for beauty. Each was as tall as a car and appeared to be where armed guards stood.

Before he lost consciousness, he only saw a pair of blood-red eyes, redder than a rose.

The words of the driver who parted his head seemed to be still ringing in his ears: "It is said that supernatural beings live longer than ordinary people, look good, and have a good brain. If there is any injury, the recovery is very fast..."

"May God forgive your sins..." The young man in the blue-gray jacket whispered to the rose bush. He brushed his fingertips, picked up the mobile phone that the gray-haired young man had dropped, and dialed 110.

The vampire-like young man with black hair and red eyes unconsciously licked the wound on the corner of his lips. As expected, he tasted the bitter taste mixed with blood and sand, and he threw the used mobile phone into the flowers.

"It's too bad, I didn't find the 'blank check', and I made myself so dirty." Suzumiya looked at the torn clothes on his body and the blood stains on his skin, loosened his neck with one hand, and then The collar hindered his breathing by moving, muttering to himself: "I hope the master will not be angry."

In the dark warehouse, the abducted girls and children are crowded in narrow cages. The smell is terrible and the air is thin, but no one dares to cry, and no one dares to beat the rusty iron cage.

Everyone here knows that the desolation of this place is also afraid of being beaten. Although they are not reconciled to their future fate, this place is so bad every day that they will be beaten. No one dares to make a sound, and they breathe carefully.

There was the sound of explosions at the warehouse door.

A loud bang.

The door was cut into several sections, and a beam of dust came in.

"Cough cough." A painful cough sounded, and with pattering footsteps, a young man in a black windbreaker walked in. He looked around, beckoned, and called the subordinates behind him to come in.

"What's the matter with those flowers outside?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't bear the strong fragrance of flowers in the air, covered his mouth and nose, and asked a rescued girl.

The girl was just dazed and trembling with fright.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's mouse-gray eyes looked calmly at the girls and children rescued by his subordinates in the warehouse. After being rescued, one by one, their faces were ashen, and they didn't even cry softly, and they completely lost hope. appearance.

They were all injected with drugs...

Then, the people in the warehouse are not even worth taking back for interrogation. They don't know anything about what happened here.

The traffickers who knew what was going on were all turned into rosebushes.

New aliens?

There are no rescued companions in the warehouse, and they are brave enough to do justice?

"Master Akutagawa, the note is coming this way." A subordinate rushed in to report: "It is said that someone has reported the case."

"Retreat." Akutagawa Ryunosuke frowned, and ordered: "Move all the rose bushes back, and keep the hostages."

The scent of flowers in the air made him want to vomit, but for some reason, it accompanied him all the year round, and the heat entrenched in his respiratory tract became lighter.

After leaving the old warehouse, the feeling of old illnesses gone seems to be a lot heavier.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke held a petal in his hand, sniffed it a few times with his nose, cut his wrist with Rashomon, squeezed out the flower juice and smeared it on. Looking at the instantly healed wound, mouse-gray eyes were full of consider.