Infinite Throne

   Chapter 293 That man...

  81 took a bath comfortably.

   Without wiping his body, he came out of the bathroom with his **** bare, still dripping with water droplets.

   The two corpses on the ground have long since lost their temperature.

   Suddenly.

   Eighty-one frowned, flicked his wrist, and put the hammer on his shoulder.

   in the living room.

   A man and a woman were reclining on the sofa, fell asleep, breathing weakly.

  81 looked around vigilantly, but found nothing unusual.

   "Fuck? Why did you guys sleep?"

   Eighty-one shook the two of them awake, and scolded with a smile.

   Seventy-three and fifty-six opened their eyes in a daze.

   The moment they opened their eyes, a murderous look flashed in their eyes, and they reached out to Eighty One at the same time.

  Crack, snap.

"it's me."

   Eighty-one reluctantly patted off the hands that the two of them stretched out.

  Fifty-six and Seventy-three looked at each other, and both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

   "We...how did we fall asleep?"

   Seventy-three questions.

  Fifty-six slowly shook his head.

  81 took out a piece of clean clothes and put it on, and said, "Ghost knows you? I didn't dare to sleep last night, maybe I'm too tired. Speaking of which, I've been tossing for a long time, and I'm a little sleepy."

   After saying that, Eighty One yawned, looking extremely sleepy.

indeed.

  Because they were worried about what might happen during the trial last night, the three of them squatted together and took turns on duty at night.

  Seventy-three turned his head.

   Looking at the dirty things that Eighty-One was tossing around, he did not hide the disgust on his face.

  81 smiled: "This is a good thing, 73, you won't know if you don't try it."

   "Tired of living?" Seventy-three asked in a cold voice, flipping his palm, and the army thorn appeared in his hand.

   "Enough." Fifty-six held down the murderous Seventy-three and said helplessly: "Now is not the time to joke, Seventy-three, Eighty-one, put away your things."

   "Humph." Seventy-three coldly snorted, the killing intent subsided, and the general thorn was put away.

   Eighty-one put on his clothes with a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about the killing intent that his teammates had just exuded.

   "How do you deal with the woman who ran out?"

   "What's the point? Didn't you stop it?"

  81 laughed: "The big deal is to kill them all. This town is really not difficult at present."

   Speaking of missions.

Fifty-six's expression suddenly condensed, the gloomy light in his eyes flashed, and he whispered: "No difficulty? Haha, eighty-one, if there is really no difficulty, why haven't we completed the main task yet? Obviously, that' Green' is dead."

  Seventy-three silently changed the General Thorn from his right hand to his left, and remained silent.

   Eighty-one was instantly speechless.

   right now.

  Seventy-three raised her chin slightly, and she remembered the scene on TV where she confronted the other two apostles.

   She remembered the look in the eyes of the seemingly ordinary man when he faced the three of them.

   She thought about it carefully, and there was no fear, no anger, and no anger in the eyes of the man at that time.

   More like... Regret?

   Regret what?

   That sentence "Forget it", at that time Seventy-three also thought that the man chose to give up because of helplessness.

   But in retrospect, it doesn’t seem that simple.

"that person."

  Seventy-three suddenly said.

  Fifty-six heard the words, frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who?"

   "In the TV station, that person seems to know something."

  Seventy-three stated his speculation and did not hide it.

  Fifty-six was completely silent.

  81 hey hey smile, this smile is like the sunshine in July, so hot.

  I saw him on his shoulders, and the huge hammer turned around hard and said, "Go and ask, and you'll know."

at the same time.

   Green Town.

   "Demon...they...are demons..."

  The girl panicked and stumbled down the road.

   In her mind, the terrifying picture, like a nightmare, lingered in her mind.

   Those three people, those ugly organs, that icy smile, that bloodthirsty expression, distorted wildly in the girl's mind, and gradually evolved into three unsightly monsters.

   This kind of scene, where the parents are tortured to death at will, is a tragic scene that can destroy the mind no matter who it is. What's more, she is just a young girl who has not yet been deeply involved in the world.

   The girl's running pace is getting slower and slower.

   For some reason, the more frightened and frightened she became, the heavier her eyelids became.

"sleepy…"

"Very sleepy…"

"very scary…"

   "They are demons..."

   "Demon..."

  The girl suddenly fell to the side of the road.

Fell asleep.

  …

  …

  Irin walked to the edge of the town.

  In the sky, outside the town, the whole world seems to be immersed in a fog like substance.

   It seems that this town is completely isolated from the outside world because of this strange thick fog.

  Irin stared at the thick fog, but did not rush into the thick fog rashly.

  Judy once said that there is no tourist line in Greentown at all.

   Then what happened to the bus when they came?

  Irin was silent.

  I don't know how long it took.

   The sky was gradually darkening.

   He turned his head and walked towards the road he came from.

   There was no one else on the road.

  Irin came to the square.

"Um?"

  Irin noticed that the old clock on the square also had a lucky totem like a bat.

   That totem is named "Green".

   It seems that the whole town revolves around "Green".

  Green Town.

   Green Totem.

   A host named "Green".

  Green Festival.

   Their main quest...kill Green.

Who is   Green?

   Or is it just a name?

   Then in the mission, who should they kill?

  Irin lowered her head and thought, and by the way, she replayed the initial prompt of the mission in her mind over and over again, daring not to miss anything.

   The initial quest prompt this time seems to be more concise and clearer than ever.

   At first glance, there is not much weirdness.

   But just because it wasn't too weird, it was even more weird.

   While thinking.

  Irin's eyes narrowed.

   He stretched out his hand slowly and rubbed the old clock a few times.

   "Is it an illusion? Or is the clock broken?"

   right now.

far away.

   A girl in a white dress stumbled towards this side.

   There was no one around, and the girl who suddenly appeared in the distance was extremely abrupt in Irin's eyes.

   is like a little thick ink on a white paper, or a little blushing on a little angel, it is difficult for people not to notice.

  Irin raised his guard, stepped forward, and found that the girl's footsteps were messy, her eyes were hollow, and she lost her focus.

   "Uncle, uncle, uncle..."

   Just when Irene was about to step forward to find out.

   A familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly came from his ear.

   Bass.

  Irin opened his eyes again.

The moment    opened his eyes, there was a daze in Yi Rin's eyes, but it soon became clear.

   Allen came over and timidly stretched out his hand and shook it a few times in front of Yi Rin: "Uncle, why are you ... falling asleep?"

   "I fell asleep? When?"

  Irin asked with a surprised expression.

   "When Ellen was painting."

painting?

  Irin has a feeling of having a memory fragment after a hangover.

   Normally speaking, his mental attribute is so high, this should not happen.

  Irin tries hard to remember what happened.

   He looked at the painting on the table.

   is still the three-person line of painting skills that is indescribable, the big-headed mother and the small-headed son, and a faceless father by his side.

   "By the way, Alan, why do you call him Green?"

  Irin pointed at the faceless man on the crayon drawing and asked calmly.

   Allen thought about it, originally he didn't want to say so much to the stranger in front of him.

   But who taught him to appreciate Allen's paintings?

   Those who know how to appreciate Allen's paintings should not be bad people.

   Allen thought of this, loosened the crayon slightly with his fingers, raised his brows, and said, "Judy said, I don't have a dad, if there is, it can only be Green."

   "Why Green?"

   "Because, Grimm is a symbol of luck. Everyone in town knows Grimm."

   "The Green you said was the one from the TV station?"

   Allen shook his head: "It's not this Green, he's a fake Green."

   "So, where is the real Green?"

   "Alan doesn't know."

   Allen shook his head vigorously again. He carefully planned to put the painting away, with a bright and flawless smile on his face: "When Judy comes back, let her take a look. Allen's painting has improved again."

  Child, you might be disappointed.

  Irin said silently in his heart.

   Putting the clues of the main quest on a child, he really thought too much.

   However, he always felt that something was wrong.

"what?"

  Xing Fei just woke up and came downstairs.

After searching for a long time, he finally found Yiren in Judy's house.

   And Ellen.

   And the door was unlocked.

  Xing Fei rubbed his sleepy eyes, glanced at the painting on the desktop inadvertently, gave a thumbs up, and said casually, "Who painted this painting? These three vegetable seedlings can be painted well! Very expressive."

   Vegetables, vegetable seedlings?

  Irin: "…"

   Allen pouted and burst into tears in an instant.

   cried loudly.

  Xing Fei looked confused: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

   Yi Rin sighed and patted Xing Fei on the shoulder: "I can reasonably guess that you must not be married... Well, no, you must have never had a girlfriend."

  Xing Fei was slightly startled when he heard the words: "How did you see it? Is it so obvious?"

   Yi Rin shook his head and looked at Xing Fei with a pitiful look in your eyes, no further explanation.

   It was finally night.

   Judy hasn't come back yet.

  Allen was tired from crying, but silently put away the painting that Xing Fei complained about as "vegetable seedlings", simply ate some food, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep.

   Xing Fei finally understood why Alan was crying.

   Don't blame him!

   At first glance, it really looks like a vegetable seedling!

   But that's not the point.

   They are here to conduct cruel trials, and they didn't come here specially to coax the children. If they cry, they will be fine.

  Xing Fei held his breath and didn't dare to breathe, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

  Irin quietly looked out the window, waiting for the changes in this town.

  According to Judy, during the seven days of the Green Festival, all kinds of strange things will happen at night.

   No matter what the odd thing is, it will happen eventually.

   Both are waiting.

   Until, late at night.

   Da, Da, Da, Da, Da.

  In the silent hotel, from somewhere in the hotel, strange footsteps sounded out of thin air.

In the    hotel, Judy did not return from the night tour.

   Allen fell asleep.

   Yi Rin and Xing Fei are on the third floor.

   There was no sound of the door opening.

   But the footsteps seemed to appear out of thin air inside the hotel without any warning. When they heard the footsteps, the sound was already under their feet.

"coming!"

  Xing Fei and Yi Rin looked at each other.

  The duo is no nonsense.

  Irin quietly pushed open the door, followed the direction of the footsteps, and went downstairs quietly.

in the dark.

  Xing Fei's eyes narrowed and he pointed to Judy's house.

Da da da.

  The sound of footsteps suddenly stopped inside, motionless, and no further movement was caused.

  Irin lowered his head and turned his hands, the knife was already in his hand, the meaning is self-evident.

  Xing Fei was also unambiguous, he didn't hide it, and put on the pure white gloves with the texture engraved on the back.

  The two entered the house.

  Irin turned on the shadow, and completely integrated into the darkness.

   Released his perception completely, and Yi Rin quickly discovered the source of the footsteps and sneaked directly towards Ellen's room.

When    Yi Rin passed by Xing Fei, Xing Fei was taken aback.

   It was obvious that Yi Rin was by his side, but Xing Fei didn't come to his senses until Yi Rin passed by completely. The feeling Yi Rin gave him at that moment was like a ghost, and he could hardly notice the trace of his existence.

   Obviously, he always knew that Irene was nearby.

   But Xing Fei unconsciously ignored the existence of Yi Rin.

   "What a terrifying agile side apostle, is he good at assassination? Good, so sinister."

  Xing Fei silently speculated on Yi Rin's ability.

  Irin moved gently and opened Ellen's door.

  —no locks.

  Xing Fei stuck his head out from the crack of the door.

  I saw a man beside Ai Lu's bed, with his back to the door, facing Alan, bowing his head silently.

   Although it is only a back view, it looks like a middle-aged person. He was wearing an old, white-washed floral shirt, loose brown trousers, and a pair of old, faded but clean leather shoes on his feet.

   Suddenly.

  The man seemed to sense the movement behind him.

   He turned his head sharply.

   At the moment when the man turned his head, Xing Fei was so frightened that he pushed open the door, his scalp was numb, and his back was cold. For a time, he was so scared that he couldn't move at all, as if he was frozen in place, unable to move.

"Ah."

  Irin smiled.

   I don't blame Xing Fei for being so scared.

  Because of that man—

   No face!

   (end of this chapter)