13 Mink Street

　　 "Dear friends and listeners, good evening everyone. Welcome to the program of "Roja Story"..."

actually,

　　 Karen had never entered this house, but Jeff, who had lain coldly in front of him, had long "told" him the danger and mystery of this house.

　　 There are many things that Karen is inconvenient to ask, but it does not prevent him from thinking, thinking, and brain-filling.

　　 Uncle Mason took care of his first love, so he helped deal with the body of "Jeff".

　　 That afternoon, Grandpa came back, and when he saw Jeff’s body, he ordered Aunt Mary to call and call his uncle back.

　　 Then, Grandpa went out.

　　 After another, on the way back from sending Mr. Hoffen to the hospital, Karen personally helped Grandpa treat the wound.

　　 It is obvious that Grandpa is going to fight;

It is safer to say that grandpa is going to deal with the matter, and this matter is likely to be related to Jeff's death, which is related to this house. Uncle Mason, who "wrestled" and couldn't get out of bed that day, was the best. evidence.

　　 After that, when passing the house, Karen saw the leg and the red high heels swaying on the toe on the second floor window sill.

　　 Grandpa went to deal with the matter,

　　 But those legs and those red high heels are still there,

　　 This only means one thing, this thing is difficult to deal with, even grandpa can't handle it cleanly.

　　 In addition, they are all on the same street, and the distance between them is actually only five or six hundred meters. At such a close distance, the two sides can continue to exist with each other, which is enough to show how tricky this house is.

　　 In addition, when facing Jeff, Karen was dragged into a terrible dream. In that dream, besides the woman, Karen also heard a few special voices.

　　Snowflakes, magnetic, and deep, are the sounds from the radio.

Of course, all of these were originally Karen’s brain supplements and guesses, but when he walked into the master bedroom, he saw that only the wooden shelves and mattresses were emptied on the master bedroom’s bed, but the radio on the cabinet at the door was still blocked. When placed there...

　　 he understood,

　　 That thing,

　　 is the real switch.

　　 In the name of "art", asking Mrs. Seuss to turn on the radio is Karen's last self-help.

　　 He was not really worried that Mrs. Seuss would reject this proposal.

Because,

　　 She is really stupid.

　　 Even if I am being pointed at by the murderer with a gun, and at the same time I will be chopped up by the murderer with a knife,

　　 But Karen still insists on thinking,

　　 Murderer,

　　 Stupid!

now,

　　 The radio turned on.

　　 Karen let out a sigh of relief, and the feeling of "burden" was removed all at once.

　　 When the worst result is that you are chopped into meat sauce, and you die together, it is extraordinarily beautiful.

　　 just,

　　 What Karen didn’t know was,

　　 That radio is not a "switch".

Do you press the switch button, or whether it has a battery or a plug in it, or even if it only has an empty shell, it’s empty inside, it won’t affect the sound when it wants to "broadcast". Come.

　　……

　　【The time is adjusted back to ten minutes ago. 】

　　 When Mrs. Seuss’s red "Kayman" car was driven by Karen and parked at the gate of No. 128 on Mink Street,

　　 The second floor of this house,

　　 has already reacted.

　　 A pair of beautiful legs in high heels, standing behind the curtains, the heels of the high heels lightly bumping on the floor.

"what's up?"

　　 Alfred’s voice came from the radio.

"he came?"

　　 "Who's here?"

"who is he?"

　　 "What, it's him!!!"

　　 In Alfred's voice, there was a clear tremor.

Some things are scary at first sight, but over time, they can gradually fade and become ordinary, just like a nightmare. After waking up, the fear disappears in an instant. Success, only a little lingering palpitations are left, and after half a day, I don’t think there is anything, and I can even tell it as a joke.

but,

　　 There are some things that will become more and more mellow like wine, with a long taste, and even in my heart, constantly sketching and deepening the impression.

　　Alfred, belongs to the latter kind.

　　 The connection between him and Ms. Molly is a spiritual bridge between the two of them. That terrifying existence directly descends between them. This kind of power is indeed enough for him to frighten;

　　 can really cause lasting damage to him, and the effect is more and more obvious, it is the mysterious "sacred song" sung by the existence.

　　 That chant easily broke the barrier of Mrs. Molly, and at the same time, it left a very deep psychological shadow on Alfred who was "watching" next to it.

　　 After that, he flipped through various materials and ancient books frantically, but he could not find the slightest trace of that "sacred song".

　　 It seems to have appeared out of thin air, and has never appeared in the long river of history.

　　 You know, this is almost impossible!

　　The formation of religion requires a "god", whether it is the only **** or the gods, in short, above the believer's head, there needs to be the figure of a god;

　　After God has, there will be doctrines to explain God's thoughts, and at the same time help believers to understand and follow God's thoughts;

　　 After the gods and doctrines have been established, the next step is the most important step, and it is also a step that goes on and on again and again, that is... missionary.

More and more believers will continue to use their thoughts and wisdom to revise and enrich the doctrine, to make the figure of God clearer, and at the same time to narrow the distance between God and mortals. Therefore, it is easier to attract new believers in, like It's like snowballing.

　　 This is the objective development law of any religion;

　　 But, do you dare to believe that even this terrifyingly formed "song" has appeared, but there is no trace of the religion behind it?

　　 It's like, you stooped down and picked up a fresh marine fish on the ground. As a result, you look around for thousands of miles, full of desert.

　　Alfred was even more frightened,

　　 The language of "song" has no source.

　　 He has found many language systems, even dating back to the letter combination of ancient languages ​​in the ancient civilization, but there is no way to match the language of the chant.

　　 But when the "sacred song" is chanted, it can be clearly felt that it is a smooth, rhythmic, and very mature language!

　　 Its charm surpasses even most of the popular languages ​​known to Alfred.

　　 He regrets that he has the ability to never forget, which leads to these days, the rhythm of the hymn will ring in his ears from time to time, and every time it can make his heart palpitations.

　　 As if in this singing, his body, his soul, and everything he relies on will be trampled on the soles of his feet, and then smashed to pieces!

　　Religion with no trace,

　　 can't find the source language,

　　 This made Alfred have to believe a fact,

he,

　　 is witnessing the...birth of a new religion!

In this world, there are many churches that have been passed down for thousands of years or even longer. Some of them can be traced back to the last era. Some of their creators and founders are simply the incarnations of religious gods, and some are Pretend to be a servant of God;

　　 But without exception, every creator is a terrifying existence and is called... an envoy.

　　 They were abruptly in the world, and they tore a hole to open up space for the inheritance and development of their religion.

so,

　　 This is a great being,

　　 an admirable existence,

　　 may look at one hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years later,

　　 The stories he tells will become myths, and his own stories will become legends.

　　 Alfred felt deeply afraid when he thought that such a terrible existence had come to his spiritual bridge.

　　He appeared,

　　He appeared in Ruilan,

　　 appeared in Luo Jia,

　　 appeared on Mingke Street,

so,

　　 Did he choose here to sow his first seed?

　　 And under this endless panic,

　　 Alfred’s heart,

　　 then rises up another emotion called "hope",

　　 When it was still a seed,

　　 Can I get close to you?

　　 On the trajectory of the growth of God and his religion,

　　 Even a stray dog ​​in the mirror will follow and be remembered and praised by future generations!

　　 But, with this thought, Alfred only dared to think carefully, because in the story of the gods, there are not only the stray dogs met on the side of the road to caress and teach, but more, the story of killing the devil.

However,

　　 tonight,

　　 But he came to the door.

　　……

　　 "He got out of the car, and he took a woman? Is it his priest or waiter?"

　　 "Huh? Like his mother?"

　　 "This...Is it possible that he is the descending of a god, that woman, is his mother?"

　　The gods of some religions are born by borrowing the belly of human females;

　　In religious legends, the mother who gave birth to the gods will also have a lofty status, and will always be worshipped and admired by believers in future generations.

　　 "They, come in?"

　　 "Are they already up the stairs?"

　　 "Are you coming directly to the bedroom?"

　　 "Ms. Molly, please hide it. The first time your abruptness can be regarded as a pleasure by him, he doesn't care about it, but if the ants dare to provoke a second time, they will surely be punished!"

　　 The red high heels bent down and got under the bed.

　　 The bottom of the bed is very short for others, and for her, it is very suitable.

　　……

　　 "This woman is holding a gun? Hehehe, what a stupid woman who tried to use a gun to threaten an envoy who walks on the earth."

　　 "Ms. Molly, look, what a woman says, the envoy will do, because in the eyes of the envoy, everything is just a joke, it's his fun tonight."

　　 "Just like you last time, it's also one of his fun."

　　 "The Order of Order? Ankara? The Light of Order?"

　　 "This woman is really too stupid. Does she think the divine envoy is really teaching her? No, the divine envoy is punishing her."

"Ms. Molly, please don’t move. This is the playground chosen by the God Envoy himself. It is one of his pleasures tonight. We just need to watch it quietly and don’t bother, unless the Envoy calls. .

　　Perhaps, tonight, we are just the ‘audience’ chosen by the divine envoy. We need to do the best of the audience’s duty, be quiet when performing, and clap vigorously when needed. "

　　 "Huh? This woman is possessed. She should have been in contact with a contaminated magic weapon, and her soul has been defiled."

　　 "Oh, what a poor woman, she doesn't know what she is facing, including the strange monster who defiles and manipulates her."

　　 "There are always small people who like to die, because their vision can't see the truth and the gap."

　　 "Ms. Molly, you said you want to make atonement?"

　　 "Don't worry, the divine envoy will not care about your sins, God's eyes will not even look at you more."

　　 "Please don't be impulsive, Ms. Molly."

　　 "Huh? You said you want to pray to this envoy to help you recover?

　　No, no, don’t you know what it means? Helping any alien demon to reshape its body so that it has a human-like image is a taboo of a group of gods represented by the Order of God! "

　　 "Ms. Molly, I know how deep your obsession is, but please control yourself. Because of your abruptness, it is very likely that you will also lead me into an unfathomable vortex."

　　 "Well, my physical body has come to Mingke Street, I'm almost there."

　　 "I'm already on the street at the door, but...I dare not come in."

　　 "God, when I knew that he was inside, I was standing outside, and even my breathing slowed down subconsciously, as if a bit heavier, it would disturb the existence of this stalwart."

　　 "He should have discovered me, even if I have tried everything I can to isolate my breath to hide, but everything around should be under his wise eyes, there is nothing to hide."

　　……

　　 "Ah, Lord God envoy let this alien possessing human beings turn on the radio."

　　 "Ms. Molly, look, what I just said, he really found me a long time ago, and my proud ability to hide is just a joke in front of him."

　　 "I'm just an inferior ant."

　　 "Ant, follow your call!"

　　……

　　 128 Mingke Street, in front of the courtyard.

　　 A man in a red suit lifted the brim of his hat silently, revealing his eyes like a blood moon.

at the same time,

　　 His lips started to move,

　　 And this sound,

　　 came from the radio in the master bedroom on the second floor:

　　 "Dear friends and listeners, good evening everyone. Welcome to the "Roja Story" program. I am the host of the show, the humble Alfred."

　　 After saying this,

　　 The man in the red suit outside, his lips stopped, and the sound on the radio also stopped.

　　 But the voice, in Karen's ears, seemed like a natural sound.

　　 Yes, in that nightmare, this voice had appeared before, and it was this voice.

　　 Previously, Karen was still a little worried. What if the "ghost" in this house moved with the previous owner?

　　 Now, there is no need to worry at all. The living people have moved away, but they are still there.

　　 Karen doesn’t know exactly what the “dirty stuff” in this room should be called, is it a ghost or a... alien?

　　 But, they are the existence that Diss can't eliminate for the first time, and they are the existences that can be neighbors under the nose of Diss!

　　 Obviously,

　　Mrs. Seuss didn’t know the twists and turns in it,

　　 She just frowned,

　　 somewhat regretted:

　　 "I don't want to listen to stories, I want to listen to songs. But if there are no songs, I can only think that this is a kind of shortcoming, but the shortcoming is a beauty of art in itself.

　　 I can't wait, my dear Karen. "

Mrs. 　　 Seuss held the gun in her left hand,

　　 holding a knife in his right hand,

　　 "I'm so handsome, no, Karen, who makes us both feel coveted, do you want to neutron bullet first, or hit the knife first?

　　 I suggest that you choose a knife, because after the gun is fired, I have to chop you up quickly and leave as soon as possible. A lot of your parts may be lost.

　　 If you choose to be hacked to death quietly by me, I will chop you finely, so that you won’t even waste a bit of minced meat.

Um?

　　 Why don’t you choose yet,

　　What are you waiting for? "

　　Mrs. Hughes walked towards Karen with a grim expression.

　　 Karen, who was sitting by the bed, kept looking at the radio.

　　 What the hell?

　　 Haven't you already reacted? Why is there no movement after reciting a line?

NS,

　　 You can't fight against other monsters, right?

but……

　　 Am I also a strange demon, why did Mrs. Seus want to kill me?

　　……

　　 Outside the courtyard,

　　 The cuffs of the red suit swayed gently in the evening breeze;

　　 Alfred's handsome and deep face is a pair of calm **** eyes.

　　He didn't dare to say a word, for fear of disturbing the Lord's Yaxing;

　　He didn't dare to call the shots without authorization, for fear of breaking the rhythm of the Lord God;

　　He is cautious.

at the same time,

　　 ignored Ms. Molly’s series of requests.

　　……

　　Mrs. Hughes has come to Karen,

　　 tilted his head,

　　 smile blooming,

　　 soft channel:

"What are you waiting for?"

　　 talking,

　　 facing Karen,

　　 raised the butcher knife!

　　 was stimulated by this scene,

　　 Karen shouted directly:

"What are you waiting for!"

　　……

　　 Outside the courtyard,

　　 The wind moved.

　　 Alfred's red figure disappeared on the street.

next moment,

　　 The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered silently, and the glass did not splash everywhere, but softly fell to the ground like cotton candy was blown away.

all of these,

　　 happened too fast;

　　 Mrs. Seuss knife was about to be cut at Karen, but she was surprised to find that there was an extra figure between herself and Karen.

　　 He knelt there on one knee,

　　 "Alfred, follow your call."

　　 "What is it!" Madam Hughes screamed almost manaly, and at the same time, the blade continued to go down, only to slash at the man in the red suit.

　　 Alfred turned his head and looked at Mrs. Seuss behind him.

　　At this moment,

　　 Alfred's red eyes released a strange luster.

　　 in an instant,

　　Mrs. Seuss' body froze directly, maintaining the posture of swinging the knife, but could not move anything.

　　 Alfred looked back,

　　 Continue to kneel down on one knee,

　　 didn't even dare to look at the "great" being sitting beside the bed in front of him.

　　 his right hand is on his chest,

　　 Very humble:

　　 "Please forgive my presumptuous inquiries, whether to follow the great will of you, and punish the polluter in front of you in the way of the light of order."

I……

　　 Karen's eyes widened.

　　 He had imagined many kinds of pictures, the first one that has been excluded is that the "ghost" in this house is not at home, and he has been chopped up.

　　 Then there are ghosts on both sides, fighting like a dog biting a dog.

　　 In the end, he will probably be killed by the victor.

　　 No matter how much he imagined, he didn't expect this scene to happen!

who is he,

　　 Why is he kneeling in front of me?

who am I?

Where am I?

　　What am I doing again?

but,

　　Although his mind is now empty and in a state of downtime, this does not affect Karen following the other party’s words and uttering a syllable sound:

"Um……"

Fortunately, 　　 is just a syllable, otherwise the trembling teeth cannot be hidden. Karen believes that he can't even speak a complete sentence fluently now.

　　 "Alfred, do your will."

　　 finished speaking,

　　 Alfred, who was still kneeling on one knee and lowered his head in a humble posture, uttered a call:

　　 "Ms. Molly."

　　 "Huh.........Yeah!!!!!!"

　　 A harsh scream came from the bottom of the bed, and Karen, who was sitting on the side of the bed, was so scared that he almost jumped up.

Fortunately,

　　 His knees had been frightened a long time ago, so although his feet were still on the floor, he couldn't get up, and finally, he still sat on the side of the bed.

　　 One pair of legs, one face,

　　 Karen saw the terrible woman in his dream again, but this time in reality.

　　 He saw the woman opened her mouth,

　　 A mouth that was originally normal is expanding indefinitely, expanding to an incredible extent, and it is as big as an adult man's height;

　　, Madam Hughes, who was "imprisoned", could only show a look of horror in her eyes, and her body was continuously dragged into that huge mouth.

　　 can be seen,

　　 She is struggling,

　　 She was frightened,

　　 But her struggle is in vain.

　　 Karen once experienced the horror of "Ms. Molly" in her dream. Her chewing and her swallowing know how terrible this is.

　　Mrs. Seuss struggling body began to crack;

　　 Her hands, her feet, her neck, all parts of her body, there are blood lines, and at the same time, more subtle divisions are continuing;

　　 She began to peel off.

　　 is like picking up a piece of bread and kneading it~www.wuxiahere.com~ The complete slice of bread begins to turn into a handful of crumbs.

　　 A ball of black luster, separated from the body, it seemed to want to escape, but the next moment it was swallowed directly by Ms. Molly.

　　After the black light disappeared,

　　 The dark spots on Mrs. Seuss’s face also disappeared,

　　Mrs. Seuss’s face appeared decoy,

　　 Her gaze fell on Karen who was sitting on the bed, with gentleness, and the corners of her mouth were slightly outlined.

　　 Karen believed that at this moment, Mrs. Seuss, the real Mrs. Seuss, she was back.

　　 Karen trembled in his heart, he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to stop.

　　 If Mrs. Seuss killed someone by being possessed by a "ghost", then Mrs. Seuss itself should be innocent, especially after the "ghost" has been annihilated.

　　 But before Karen could make a sound,

　　Ms. Seuss body was completely shattered, turned into a pool of blood mist, and was inhaled into Ms. Molly's mouth.

　　 in place,

　　 Only Mrs. Seuss’s clothes were left. Mrs. Seuss herself was gone.

　　 Ms. Molly, who had only one pair of legs and one face, knelt down on one knee after she swallowed Mrs. Seuss, facing Karen who was sitting next to the bed.

　　 and Karen,

　　 Looking at Mrs. Seus’s skirt, underwear, and black lace on the ground,

　　 fell silent.

　　 A faint feeling of sadness rippled through his heart.

　　The **** of order created the rules of order, and his daughter was the first to violate the order. In the end, the **** of order chose to throw his daughter Ankara into the mouth of the beast to defend the dignity of order.

This is,

　　 the light of order.

　　——

　　 There is still at night.