dramatic death

The explosion resounded throughout the commercial street.

Christie sat stiffly on the high stool, staring at Yintong with a pair of dark round eyes.She rarely had such an astonished expression on her face, so that Yin Tong understood the answer to the question in an instant.

—I've been watching you all the time.

He lowered his eyelashes, hid the expression in his eyes, and smiled with difficulty while holding the corner of his mouth.

"When you said you were going to monitor me before, I thought you were just losing your temper," Yin Tong said, "I thought you only installed a monitoring device at the door of the room, and occasionally took a look at it on a whim. You have to work hard. How many monitors have you installed?"

"I do not"

"Is there any in the room?" Yin Tong interrupted her, looked directly into Christie's eyes, and asked each word, "Is there your monitoring device in my room?"

"...No," Christie bit her lower lip and shook her head. Her aura seemed to drop instantly, and she looked weak and helpless. "I promised you, and I promised Chen Yan. I didn't give The room is equipped with surveillance cameras, and the small thing at the door is just a notification sound when a stranger enters the wide-angle range, I just watched it, just a coincidence, I didn’t intend to spy on you on purpose.”

"But you pretended." Yin Tong said.

"That's to protect you!" Christie retorted dissatisfiedly, "Do you know if there is anything else in those letters? Do you know if the courier will carry dangerous items with him? stolen goods, did it ever occur to you that someone might try to harm you?"

"Christie," Yin Tong rubbed Yamane with a headache, "If there are foreign objects in the letter, it will be scanned. If the courier carries dangerous items, it is impossible to enter the residential area. I didn't touch other things indifferently. , I just believe in a society ruled by law, and I don’t have delusions of persecution.”

"I don't have delusions of persecution either," Christie shook her head aggrievedly, the expression on her face seemed to say "you don't understand at all".

But what should I understand?Yin Tong thought, if you don't even give me a hint, how can I understand it for nothing?

He felt a little suffocated, and the words he wanted to say swirled around on the tip of his tongue, but Christie blocked them back abruptly.The little girl sitting on the high stool raised her head, looked at him half begging and half scrutinizing, and said, "I won't hurt you, and you promised me to 'trust me'."

Yin Tong did not speak.

He really wanted to choke back on Christie's statement, and asked her, "How do you want me to believe you?".This little girl who keeps repeating "I won't lie to you" probably tells more lies than she tells the truth. Her words are always mixed with three parts of truth and seven parts of falsehood. Xixi's appearance is whitewashed.

But he can't say anything, Christie is his nominal guardian after all.Her current weakness is based on the premise that she can still "control Yintong". Once Yintong has the idea of ​​resistance, all "discussions" will be transformed into "enforcement".

"Freedom" is just a relative "relaxation of authority". He is like a prisoner imprisoned in the White Tower. He is thankful for having a little chance to let go every day. How can he expect so much.

—It is impossible for Christie to loosen the grip on me.

Yintong thought.

——Not monitoring me 24 hours a day, just giving me a little room to breathe.In fact, even if she installs the monitoring device in the house, there is nothing I can do. What can I do?

He lowered his eyes and sneered, shook his head, and looked at the place where the explosion happened just outside the store through the glass window filled with all kinds of plush toys.

Everything outside is like an exaggerated special effects movie.

The first floor of the shopping mall across the street has been burned into a sea of ​​flames, and thick smoke accompanied by people's screams filled the entire street.There was chaos as far as the eye could see, with the sound of small explosions one after another, countless pedestrians flocked to the shop across the street in a panic, and even the dessert house with Yintong squeezed in many dazed passers-by.

The customers in the store stretched their necks to look out, and the victims outside the store screamed at the top of their lungs.The commercial street was full of panicked pedestrians, they slapped the flames on their bodies, staggered and huddled on the other side of the street.

"Why did it explode all of a sudden..."

"The one that rushed in seemed to be a suspension vehicle. What's the name of that store?"

"...It's a toy store, and there were many children in it when the accident happened."

"How pitiful..."

The explosion affected many shops in the surrounding areas. The scorched ground was covered with rubble and broken glass, and the choking smoke covered the afterglow of the setting sun, enveloping people's sight layer by layer.The child who lost his shoes howled and howled with bare feet, the little girl who fell down whimpered and trembled, the survivors huddled together and looked at the raging flames in the shopping mall from a distance, their pale faces were full of the aftermath of the disaster. Sigh.

The city monitor floating in mid-air waved its small wings and fluttered up and down. They continuously issued shrill sirens, stumbling and stumbling to remind the crowd to evacuate to the square outside the commercial street.

From time to time, small blasting sounds could be heard in the sea of ​​flames, and the status quo inside the mall could be vaguely glimpsed from the scarlet flames. The suspension car covered by the billowing smoke now only left a vague shadow. And twisted and deformed, stuck in the collapsed shelf, like a piece of burnt scrap iron.

Suddenly, someone saw its door move.

It was an extremely weird scene, as if there was a living creature hidden in the hover car that was almost blown into scrap iron.People saw the twisted car door being forcibly opened, smashed into the ruins with a muffled sound, and a dark shadow appeared in the flames, looking like a crooked figure from a distance.

It stretched out its hand to grab the door frame, staggered out of the remains of the suspended vehicle, and slowly looked at the survivors outside the fire like an old man over half a century old.

It's like finding a purpose.

A scream broke out from the crowd.

The victims huddled on the side of the street seemed to have been pressed the fast-forward button, and fled around like locusts after autumn.They pushed and squeezed into Yintong's dessert room, screamed and locked the heavy wooden door, squeezed the low cabinet where the desserts were placed and knocked off the porcelain plates on the cabinet, and trampled the cake that fell on the ground into sticky crumbs.

They hid everywhere, terrified as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Christie climbed onto the bar on a stool in the midst of the chaos.

The customers in the store are like boiling water, and the pedestrians outside the store are crying and beating the closed store door.She flipped her hat and shouted: "Calm down!", the air pouring into her throat was mixed with choking smoke, as if swallowing a mouthful of hot magma.

She tried to do something to stop the commotion, she felt she should do something, but no one stopped, and no one paid her any attention.

People fled everywhere, trying to find a refuge in their hearts.

In the fire scene across the street, the ugly monster was approaching the crowd step by step on the scorched wreckage. Christie stood on the bar counter and stared blankly at what was happening before her eyes. She squeezed out a small breath from her throat, and kept repeating: "Wait a minute, please calm down."

Until some hands wrapped around her waist and hugged her off the bar.

"Tongtong?" Christie tugged on Yintong's sleeve unconsciously, she blinked unconsciously, and didn't even realize how helpless her expression was.

"I can't do anything," she said.

"It's so strange that this riot happened," she said.

Her voice was buried in the boiling din, like a drop of boiling water splashed into a frying pan, instantly buried by the screams coming from all directions, without even leaving a sound of crying.

But amidst the overwhelming noise, she saw Yin Tong lowered her head, and suddenly chuckled.

His soft lips were close to her ears, and his slender eyelashes were like fluttering thin wings.

He said, "Shh."

Then the uproar stopped abruptly, as if the whole world had been paused.

……

It's hard for Christie to describe what she saw at this moment.

The crowd was frozen in front of her eyes, like stiff wax figures.They kept screaming, pushing each other and looking out, with distorted expressions on their frightened faces, and were "fixed" to the ground without warning.

Then suddenly, the screaming man disappeared.

The person who opened the terminal to ask for help disappeared.

The terrified and weeping people disappeared.

The victims as far as the eye can see are like shattered data codes, gradually blurring in a short moment.The tops of their heads began to peel off fine sand, which turned into debris at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dissipated one by one under the azure sunset in less than 3 minutes.

Just as these people appeared, their disappearance was as sudden as a hoax.

The commercial street outside the dessert house instantly became empty, and the hall on the first floor of the opposite shopping mall was still brightly lit. There was no car accident, no sea of ​​fire, and everything that happened a few minutes ago was like an illusion.

Only the bewildered audience was left, staring at the center of the street in a daze.

……

There stood a man (monster) covered in charred black.

……

It stood naked in the middle of the street, tiny sparks peeled off its wrinkled skin, and its shriveled body was bent like a piece of skinny wood.

And above that piece of wood, the shriveled thing that looked like a head twisted and made a faint cracking sound, and slowly lifted up to "look" in the direction of the dessert house.

It looked at Yintong through the glass window full of plush toys, and in the almost absurd fairy tale background, a gully was split from the bottom of the "face" and made a short breathing sound.

It's like laughing.

"Welcome to Hakoniwa Online," people heard it say, "This game only has happy endings."