Chapter 355 Crying

In the slums, Hannibal saw Camus shaking his shoulders for no reason, and immediately spoke with concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Nothing, I'll go out for a while." Feeling the biting cold coming again, Camus spoke palely. After so many things, he already knew that as long as this weird feeling came, it meant some kind of danger.

"You're not well yet... Hey, where are you going?" Seeing Camus running out in a hurry without saying anything, Hannibal called out loudly from behind, but Camus still ran out without asking. If he stayed here, he would definitely kill him.

"Bang..." Camus pushed the door open violently in the night, and the door wrapped in iron sheets bounced against the wall with a violent sound.

"Ah..." At this moment, Camus suddenly heard a creepy man's scream from the left front, and he shrank his eyes and looked back.

"Yo... Giggles... Yingying..." I saw a lady's crying and laughing in the darkness again. The sound was extremely harsh. The deep suppressed crying had unconsciously made Camus' back wet.

"Who are you? Why are you chasing me?"

Camus walked lightly to the middle of the road. He clenched his fists and his expression became more solemn. Gradually, he felt that there were countless pairs of eyes around him looking at him, and the strange crying disappeared. He turned his head and looked around and saw that there were identical eyes in the gap between the doors of the slums. This eye was gray and white, and there was endless coldness in the dilated pupil. Camus could even clearly see the gray-black capillaries in the pupil. They looked at him coldly. Being stared at by so many strange eyes, Camus's breathing became much weaker.

"Ah... Giggles... Giggles," Camus suddenly heard a harsh crying sound that sounded like crying and laughing in the darkness on the left. This time, his dark vision that was always effective was useless again, as if the dark darkness was like a black curtain covering everything.

"My head, my legs, my body..." A voice like that from the depths of hell sounded in the darkness. Camus suddenly saw a mouth appear in the darkness. Yes... It was a mouth with a few cracks on the lips. As it opened and closed, Camus suddenly saw clumps of hair being spit out.

"Damn bastard, go to hell." Seeing this scene, Camus immediately took out the mirror and shouted at the mouth in the darkness.

"Go in." Camus held the mirror tightly. His face became paler because of excessive tension and injury. He wanted to call the source of nothingness, but the extremely disgusting disgust surged from my heart. He did not read out the name of the source of nothingness, so the white arm that was invincible did not appear.

When Camus saw this scene, his face froze. He silently opened his mouth and prepared to call the name of the source of nothingness.

"Squeak..." Just then he suddenly found a big hand stretched out from the mirror. It was a pair of beautiful hands. His nails were trimmed very neatly. There was a box of matches on his flexible fingertips. He pushed the matchbox open with his flexible fingers. He took out a match skillfully. The match floated in the air. His beautiful hand held the box and scratched it upwards. With the light smoke floating up, Camus smelled a smell of gunpowder. The orange-red match light illuminated Camus's eye sockets. Because of the light, the mirror in his hand attracted Camus' attention. He saw a gray-white eye unconsciously appearing between his eyebrows in the mirror. The pupil of this eye was spread and the whole body was gray-white. There was a little dust on the long eyelashes. But as soon as the orange-red match light appeared, his face unconsciously showed an irregular distortion. Camus could guarantee that it was not under his control. The gray-white eye quickly expanded when the light shone on it. He instantly occupied Camus's forehead. As the eye swelled, Camus clearly saw a few cracks in the capillaries in the gray-white eye.

"Bang..."

The eyes finally burst open, and with the black mud splashing all over the sky, Camus' face was instantly covered by black matter.

"Ah..."

The eyes in the cracks of the door suddenly closed, and the cracked mouth screamed, as if the feeling of time was going backwards enveloped Camus' heart. When he opened his eyes, he saw the heavy snow falling around him, and the surrounding landscape was in full view. Because of the dark vision, he clearly saw that there was nothing unusual around him, and Camus gasped.

"Is this a dream? No... that thing just now must exist." Camus murmured as he looked at his arm covered with black mud. If it weren't for the arm that lit the match, he would have been killed without knowing it. What a terrible ability, there was nothing unusual when he was hit.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, Hannibal also caught up. He looked at Camus, whose hair was steaming and sweating profusely, looking around in fear. How terrible is the thing that can make Mr. Conan sweat in the winter?

"What is this?" Hannibal, who was observing the surroundings, suddenly saw a small metal card. He walked over and bent down to pick it up. There was only a number and a name on it.

"No. 175, Kokina"

Seeing Hannibal pick up this card under the mouth, Camus immediately walked over and fell into deep thought while looking at the card. The thing just now must be a vengeful spirit, but such a terrifying vengeful spirit, not to mention that he had never seen or heard of it, was he really unlucky? Or was someone deliberately targeting him? Who was it? Nightmare Jack? Or Crying Dream?

"This is the club's ID card. This style is from Happy Street, No. 175, Kokina? I seem to have heard of this name. Let me think about it." Hannibal told the origin of this brand, Kamio Looking aside and waiting for his answer, Hannibal suddenly realized after a few minutes.

"I know who she is. One of the top ten beauties in the Happy Street Club, Kokina, a talented girl who is proficient in dancing, piano, and Sumerian. But I heard that he disappeared a year ago."

"You said it's Happy Street?" Hearing the familiar name, Kamius suddenly had an idea. The resentful spirit before was from Happy Street. At this moment, Kamius, who was thinking about it carefully, suddenly froze. He suddenly remembered The eye he saw when he looked up was exactly the same as the eye that appeared in the mirror this time, and the resentful spirit captured by the mirror had no facial features.

"It's her. She's not dead. These are her eyes and mouth. Damn it... No wonder she wants to know where his head, body and legs are."

"Where is what?" The confused Hannibal was shocked by Camus' expression that changed several times. This kind of expression was not a good thing at first glance. It could make Mr. Camus in stage three or even stage four change like this. what happened?

"I'm going to Happy Street, you stay here." Camus lowered his head and grabbed the identity card. He had a hunch that the eyes and mouth would come back again. He wanted to find out what was going on. This was the only way to find the source. Discover the problem and find the person behind the scenes. The resentful spirit must know something.

"Going to Happy Street? I'll go with you." Seeing Camus running away, Hannibal gritted his teeth and followed.

Half an hour later, the two of them hid in the dark and looked at the hell on earth over there with their mouths wide open. Hannibal stared at Camus dumbfounded and muttered to himself, it couldn't have been him, right? Mr. Conan is a murderer.

"That thing was more terrifying than I thought." Seeing this, Camus had a new understanding. She didn't look back when she ran away. If it was really her who killed her, then how did she kill so many people in a short period of time? , catching up with him again?

"There are people from the discipline center, are you still going?" Hannibal said in a low voice when he saw several discipline center personnel standing guard.

"It seems that they are very afraid of being inside. You go back first. You have not advanced to the level of transcendent. It is very dangerous to go there. I will go in and have a look."

After watching for a while, Camus spoke in a low voice, and Hannibal left unwillingly. He was really looking forward to the scene of the battle between extraordinary beings, but Mr. Conan was right. It was dangerous for him to stay here. He watched from a distance. The stumps and broken arms and the strong smell of blood all indicate that there is great terror in this place.

Camus quietly reached the vicinity of Happy Street, and several discipline offices standing guard were very alert. Gradually, they found that the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the strong cold wind made it difficult for them to open their eyes.

"Damn it, why should I come here to stand guard? Haven't you seen the miserable situation here? It's so heavy snow and wind, won't it be a problem?" A few cursed extraordinary people hid in the corner, just as they lost sight A dark figure quickly rushed into Happy Street.

"Papa..." Camus' gentle footsteps echoed in Happy Street. Due to the weather, the internal organs and blood on the ground had frozen hard. Camus walked in the wind and snow towards the large pit that had collapsed. During the journey, he He clearly saw the body of the grizzly bear. His expression was extremely frightened, as if he had seen something terrifying. His dilated pupils had turned white due to the heavy snow. At this time, Camus saw a faint black mark on the face of the grizzly bear. If he hadn't been observing carefully just now, he would have really neglected it. Camus touched his chin and slowly moved towards the pothole.

"It's so miserable."

As Camus entered the alley, he saw that the walls of the alley were covered with blood and excrement. The two men were cut off at the waist, and their deaths were very tragic.

"Save me..." At this moment, Camus suddenly heard intermittent sounds coming from the pile of corpses under the pit. Camus looked at the pit that exuded a gloomy atmosphere, gritted his teeth and jumped down.

I saw about a hundred corpses underground, most of them women. They were thrown on the ground in various directions. Camus could still vaguely see traces of abuse. Above his pile of corpses was a man with a face covered in blood. His lower body had been completely cut open and fell to the bottom of the body. The only thing connected to the upper body was a straightened intestine. If an ordinary person would have died long ago, he was a transcendent and everything was possible. He also saw Ka Wonderful, his eyes gradually widened, his mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

Kamiao saw it was him and walked over slowly. He picked up a sharp stone on the ground and smashed it into his straightened intestines.

"Bang..." There was a sound like a rope being pulled apart, and the steaming excrement spurted up high. Camus had already dodged, and the viper's hanging lower body immediately rolled down with its internal organs, enjoying the The poisonous snake treated in this way had a ball of dirty blood mixed with internal organs pouring out of its mouth, and it died immediately.

"It's easier on you."

Kamiao pinched his nose and spoke calmly. He looked at the deep underground passage. There was a faint stream of hot air blowing forward. There were gas lamps not far away on the passage supported by steel. Because of the collapse, Some gas leaked out. When Kamiao saw it, he frowned and covered his mouth with his clothes and walked away.