late at night

Lawrence sat behind the counter as usual, and the tall wooden chair, which had been around for several years since he bought it, made a creaking sound when he adjusted his posture from time to time.

The man in work clothes shipped a few copper pennies to the cabinet. He has been coming to this store recently. It’s not that the food here tastes so good, but just wants to eat a hot portion of food after work.

But today's store manager looks a little strange. In the past, he always mentioned his incompetent son to every customer, saying that although he gambled, his character was good and he had never done bad things. Occasionally, he had to ask a few questions about who has a suitable age girl, and always thinking about finding a wife for his son to start a family and start a career.

Tonight, he was staring blankly at the restaurant gate, and the guests were all greeted by his wife.

"Shop Manager, checkout...Shop Manager?"

"Ah...sorry, I'm thinking about something in my mind, so I'm a little unresponsive, you know, I'm 67 years old this year...3p, just paid."

Lawrence turned around and hurriedly looked at the food residue on the table next to him. The store manager who had been here for more than ten years knew what the dish was at first glance.

"It's rare to see you like this. Is it because something happened recently? You won't have insomnia like me, right?"

The worker raised his hand and pointed to his dark circles and took a bamboo stick from the side of the counter.

"It's true that there are some things...but it's nothing, it's just a small matter, don't worry...you have also suffered from insomnia recently?"

Lawrence had a shilling between his fingers, and his eyes kept turning to the door when he spoke. He thought about how to end the topic as soon as possible so that the guest he had been waiting for all night to come to the door.

"Yes, I've always had some strange dreams lately, and it's getting rid of the rage... Forget it, there's nothing to say, that dream is really disgusting."

"I think it may be because of the nervousness caused by too much work. Remember to soak your feet after you go back. Maybe it will be better. For example, I am going to close the door and go home to soak your feet and rest."

Lawrence tactfully said, hoping that the guest in front of him could leave as soon as possible.

"Foot soaking? This suggestion is good, I will try it, goodbye."

The guest may have heard what Lawrence meant, or simply wanted to go home early, so he waved his hand and headed towards the door.

I met a man wrapped in a very tight body and wearing a black bowler hat.

"Very ~ so nauseous."

Ye Feng brought the smell of the man to the tip of the guest's nose, almost causing him to vomit out the food he had just eaten.

"Boss, you have the best meal, packed 7 servings, all of which have to be cooked in real time, but the speed is fast."

The man did not sit in the restaurant, but sat directly next to the door, putting a bulging shoulder bag on the table, half of his body was still facing the door, as if he was ready to leave at any time.

"Okay, wait a moment, Sarah, 7 of the best set meals in the store, and it's still the old customer, so I brought a peanut to come over."

Lawrence turned around and notified his wife from the small window on the wall behind the counter. His voice was a little higher than usual. Someone heard his words at the stairs on the second floor and stood up and walked into the room next to him.

"Sir, you have been taking care of our business recently. This is the peanuts prepared for you and a drink with you."

Lawrence was holding a rag in his hand and went forward to wipe the table first. The man was a little vigilant and put the bag that was originally placed on the table in his arms. When Lawrence turned around and brought another glass of wine and a plate of peanuts, he relaxed before he put the bag back on the table.

"Prepare the food as soon as possible... Are there any roasted pork chops? It's okay to be cold, so give me one."

They grabbed peanuts and stuffed them into their mouths. In order to ensure their secrets, they only ate one meal every day, and now is undoubtedly the hungry time.

There is also this plate of peanuts with salt sprinkled on it. It tastes delicious, but the more I eat it, the more thirsty I get. A sip of wine fell into my stomach, and my empty stomach and intestines were stimulated by alcohol, which aggravated the hunger.

"Yes, come up to you right away."

The store manager soon brought out a plate of cut beef and a small plate of sauce. Now the man could no longer bear it, and he didn't need a knife or fork, and grabbed the meat with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lawrence sat back behind the counter, someone passed by him, and a gold pound fell on his counter, and he was spinning and quickly reached out to pick it up.

The man who was swallowing the beef was immediately aware of the few people coming towards him. He looked up, lowered his head, and chewed the beef as if nothing had happened.

The next second, his hand holding the beef suddenly grabbed the plate and threw it towards the people walking towards him, then grabbed the bag and rushed out.

Whether it was the dishes or the beef, they all hovered in the air.

"There is poisonous in the wine, and there is no antidote. For one hour, you will die!"

This sentence appeared directly in the man's mind. He didn't believe it at first, but after running a few steps, the pain in his heart made him kneel to the ground.

He rolled around the ground for a few times, looked back at the people who were already standing behind him, and followed them back to the restaurant silently.

**

Half an hour later, somewhere in the sewer, the man walked on the side of the corridor with two large bags of lunch boxes in his hand, wearing a headband with a small searchlight on his head, and there were various dirty things floating around him, with strangely colored water flowing.

He had long been used to the mice and reptiles coming down his feet and the stench in the air.

After turning a few corners, I finally arrived at my destination.

Among the dim lights released by the two kerosene lamps placed on the ground, some people were leaning on a cushion and reading magazines through the lights. Some people held a pile of jewelry in their hands and stared at them in a daze. Some people were facing somewhere in the sewer, lowering their heads and looking at them without looking at them.

The rest of the people gathered together to play poker, occasionally making some sounds of sneering and annoyance.

"It's time to eat."

He said weakly, and he was really in the mood to say more to these people now.

They are not friends, at best, just a group of outlaws who gather together for money.

The aroma of food attracted everyone's attention without any surprise. Soon, the two large bags of food boxes were snatched away. Needless to say, the splashed food dregs were spilling everywhere, and the dirty sewer creatures attracted by the fragrance were waiting.

When they leave, they will come up and have a full meal immediately.

"We have already killed one, there are three, and there are still one week, and we will kill one in two days. The time is right. When the final payment is received, we will go to another county to be a rural capitalist, and we will be comfortable for the rest of our lives. I will be in my dream life."

The man who was holding jewelry before, but now holding a greasy chicken leg in his hand was talking about their action plan. His eating action was very large, which made his back on the wall next to him look like a twisted and amorphous black shadow.

There was also a shoulder bag beside him, but it was not wrapped in a slight way like a man carrying a lunch box, but it was opened casually, with several vague flesh-colored tentacles rolling under the leather cover of the shoulder bag.

"Don't let your guard down just because you're about to succeed. Now is the time to pay attention to it... Have your guns changed recently?"

The person who is speaking now is the only cultural person among their bandits. He is planning some things on weekdays, but this does not mean that he is a person who does not participate in the battle like the staff officers in the army. In fact, the people he killed can be ranked among the top three in this team.

His shoulder bag was placed between his crossed legs, which was very stable.

But the man who delivered the meal saw the dense bloodshot in his left eye, which still showed a dark red even in the light.

He had seen this color under the tower that was piled up with human heads.

"The gun? It's still the same, so disgusting, but I can't ignore it... Damn, when this matter is over, I'll throw the gun as soon as possible."

"Count me."

"Me too......"

The people who spoke were playing cards before. They joined the robber team late and came completely for the rewards.

Of course, who is not?

“Grow?”

I had been watching someone somewhere in the sewer before talking, and the sound sounded like the hoarse scream of a night owl.

It's a word that sounds inconspicuous, but no one asks for it casually.

Because he is the one with the most lives in the entire robber team, they all think that this guy is not for money at all, but for the pleasure of killing.

"Yes, I feel like this gun is alive, and I think...it may be an extraordinary magic weapon."

He still thinks that it is just a special process and looks a bit weird.

"Yeah......"

The man stopped talking, and the man who delivered the meal noticed that his shoulder bag had disappeared at some point.

After drinking and eating, about 10 minutes passed.

Pick~ Pick~

There were dense footsteps in the corridor in the dark, and the robbers stood up and were on guard. Someone's eyes fell on the man who delivered the meal, and he himself noticed this.

Walking in the front were two people wearing silver-gray mechanical masks, one tall and one short, the man was tall, and his hands were inserted into the pockets of his coat. His eyes were scarlet. The short one looked like a girl, but his momentum was not weak. He was holding a long sword in his hand, and energy fluctuations that made them uncomfortable were faintly heard from above.

Behind these two people, there is a whole team of apostles!

"You traitor!"

The people present were all guys who crawled out of the dead, so they were naturally not stupid. The first thing they thought of the man who delivered the meal betrayed them.

You should know that they have been hiding here for so long and nothing happened. The reason is that they will be transferred to the next location every once in a while. If someone hadn't informed me, they would never have been discovered.

"I can't do anything. They gave me poison. If I don't say it, they will die. You should all understand that living is the most important thing, right?"

The men who delivered the meal never worked with these people, in order to immediately enter the apostles' team when these people came.

"You have been arrested and give up resistance, and you will be given a fair judgment!"

Captain Luther, as the only person in this team who is qualified to represent the Crafts and Forging Sect, stood up and said.

"Just based on you...my body!"

Someone wanted to choke back, and his hand wanted to reach out to his bag beside him. As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his body was completely out of control.

"It's a pointless struggle. Your food is mixed with special medicines. It only takes a very small dose to make an adult's body temporarily paralyzed... Don't you understand? The winner has been determined since you took these foods. We have been waiting for the medicine to completely attack."

When he said this, Captain Luther subconsciously glanced at the man who was standing in front of him and still said nothing. Now this situation was almost planned by him.

As long as the robber comes to the store, he will first deliver peanuts and wine in the name of gifts, with poison mixed in the wine, and the stack of peanuts is something that accelerates his thirst, with twice as many salt and salt as usual. Even if he is wary of not drinking, he will definitely think about drinking water. The kettle in the restaurant has also been added with "materials".

The same goes for those foods. These people are used to a meal at night. Their extreme hunger does not allow them to take time to check the safety of the food.

Donald is not afraid of fighting, but that doesn't mean he likes to splash sewage with people in the sewer.

They have a botched card in their hands, so they can solve things in the simplest way, so they naturally don’t need to waste their energy.

Any form of mercy is unnecessary for these robbers who have committed serious crimes!

"Catch them all!"

Luther waved his hand, and the apostles behind him immediately stepped forward, among which there were also people of the female knight Jacqueline.

"I finally caught you bastards!"

With his fists clenched, Jacqueline had already sentenced everyone here to death in his heart.

Donald's eyes were always wandering around these people, and his mental power had already covered them. He was looking for his own ring.

Found it!

Looking up and turning right, Donald saw a man with his head down and letting the apostle lift it up from the ground.

No...the mental fluctuations are wrong!

"Hey! Be careful of the man with brown hair, he is not poisoned!"

The moment Donald noticed something strange, he spoke to remind those men who were close to the target.

The apostle, who was still holding an arm in his hand, lowered his head and looked at the gun that suddenly appeared in front of him in a daze. When he came here just now, he had already checked that the man had no weapons on him!

Bang!

The gunshot sounded, and the apostle was exposed before he could react. The body fell to the ground, and the blood gushed out soaked half of the body of the man next to him.

"The gun is a monster..."

Jacqueline repeated what the priest told herself on the train, her eyes resting on the gun that grew out of flesh and blood and the weird, completely twisted unborn arm.

"So you have succeeded. You have killed the most people... Hello, let's join forces and kill everyone here!"

The educated robber glanced at the "companion" lying on the ground and the traitor in front of him, and his arms were also driven by people.

While speaking, he raised his foot and kicked the bag in front of him. Immediately, some tentacles crawled directly into his trouser legs. Behind him, a gun with a completely covered flesh and blood was dragged. It was no longer a cold weapon, but a monster-like existence with life!

Did the gun turn into a monster?
Chapter completed!