The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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Half an hour later, looking at the messy restaurant, Sigmon sighed helplessly.

The matter started a few minutes ago. The hungry Sigmon didn't go far, turned off Elm Street and crossed a few blocks to find a restaurant facing the street.

It was a little late, but there were still a lot of people in the restaurant. He started the crazy ordering mode, regardless of the deliciousness, he only pursued large quantities and satiety. One person asked for food for 5 people.

Just when Sigmon was about to eat a big meal to treat his empty stomach, the girl at the next table suddenly changed his face, holding the edge of the table with both hands, and his abdomen suddenly swelled.

Sigmund could clearly see a spherical object rising from her abdomen and finally converging at her throat.

The girl's throat was swollen like a chirping toad, and the next second she opened her mouth sharply, and the jet-black beetles burst out of her mouth and poured into the soup bowl in front of her.

Looking at the soup bowl that was splattered with juice, and then looking at the food on his dining table, Sigmon lost all his appetite at that moment.

Then there were screams one after another in the restaurant.

Some people fled, some people shouted, but at this time Sigmund sighed tiredly.

"It's really a ghost." He muttered in a low voice. You can encounter extraordinary events when you eat. As for the cause of the incident, he didn't want to ask. At this time, he just wanted to eat a full meal and sleep well.

He stunned the woman who rushed over, stood up and put on his hat, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Rebecca put down the knife and fork in her hand and seemed to hesitate whether to swallow the food on the plate, but the corner of her eye glanced at the table next to her, she retched, or stood up quickly .

"Are you still going to go to the show in this situation?" Sigmund laughed a little.

"No, let's go home." Rebecca shook her head, and Ashley also expressed her support.

But just as the three were about to leave, the doorbell rang, and several people wearing black trench coats and three-cornered hats walked in.

With a cold snort, the noisy restaurant immediately returned to silence, and the head of the people swept their eyes, noticing Sigmund who was standing on the side, and a doubt flashed in his eyes.

acquaintance.

They had just met half an hour ago.

A fourth-order executioner, he led the team to deal with the extraordinary incident in Nancy's house. It was a man with fair skin and handsome looks. Sigmon was very impressed by him.

Because of that catchy name.

Conan.

Good guy, is it because of death that I am so unlucky tonight, Sigmund whispered.

"why you?"

"It's just a coincidence, I came here to eat." Sigmund pointed to a messy dining table, because there was an identity plate given by Charlotte, so Conan did not embarrass Sigmund in the incident just now.

In any case, it is his own person, and it is still necessary to have the preferential treatment, but when he met Sigmund in two consecutive extraordinary events, Conan still asked about it routinely.

It turned out that it was a coincidence in the end.

"Okay, you can go back."

After saying hello, the three of Sigmund walked to the door.

"Wait." Conan stopped them from behind.

"Where are you going?"

"Go home, go back to Elm Street!" The three said in unison.

"That's good!" Conan seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

"Are we going back so hungry?" Rebecca asked pitifully.

"Go back and see what's in the apartment to eat." This weird night, Sigmon didn't want to hang out outside.

Hop into the wagon and cross two blocks, and they return the way they came.

But while walking, Sigmund suddenly pulled the reins and stopped.

"What's wrong?" The two people in the car asked suspiciously.

I Nima...

Looking at the straight avenue with no way out in front of him, Sigmon couldn't help but scolded.

"See for yourself." He was powerless to complain.

Opening the car door, the two looked at each other, and soon discovered the abnormality of the surrounding environment.

"What's going on?" Rebecca's eyes widened.

"What now? I'll go check it out?" Ashley asked.

"No matter what it is, it's best not to appear in front of my eyes now." Sigmon clenched his fists and cracked his arm bones.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what it is, just wait, if I guess correctly, it won't be long before the group of demon hunters behind you will catch up."

Things turned out as Sigmund had guessed.

This time, seeing the carriage parked in place, Conan's face was complicated, "You know what? We didn't have as many missions in the last week as this evening."

"what is going on?"

"I also want to know what's going on." Sigmund looked helpless.

I don't know what means they used, and it didn't take long for the surrounding streets to return to normal. This time Conan didn't want to leave without saying anything, his eyes seemed to tell Sigmund.

Where are you going tonight, where will I follow.

"Would you like to drive?" Sigmund was free, and Conan was very willing.

At this time, they were only a short block away from the apartment on Elm Street, but it was such a short distance, but Conan walked very cautiously.

When he saw a carriage approaching, he immediately slowed down and became nervous when he saw pedestrians approaching. To be honest, he had never encountered such a strange and dense extraordinary event like tonight.

After a long time, the night was dark, and everyone finally arrived at the apartment on Elm Street safely.

"Go and rest." Conan looked at Sigmund, "Man, do me a favor, don't do anything after you go back, go to bed immediately."

All right, I will listen to you.

The frequent extraordinary events made Sigmon lose his temper. Standing upstairs before turning off the lights, he glanced out. A carriage approached, and several demon hunters jumped out of the car, and then dispersed according to Conan's instructions. around the apartment.

It seems that this Demon Hunter captain is also afraid of another incident.

"I don't believe it anymore, you can still have extraordinary events while sleeping!"

Fortunately all is well.

The next morning, before dawn, Sigmon was awakened by a hungry stomach. The cook prepared breakfast, opened the door after a big meal, and bumped into Conan, who was squatting on the street.

"Are you going out?" Conan asked with a smile.

Ok. Sigmund nodded.

"Where are you going? I'll send you ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There's no need for this, last night was just a coincidence." Sigmund was speechless.

"I know, it's just nothing to do, to kill time."

"Ok."

An hour later, Conan, who was in a state of embarrassment, kicked and attacked his figure, turning his head to look at Sigmund who was standing on the other side.

"Man, promise me, you're not going anywhere in the next few days."

"Tell me what you want to eat, I'll buy it for you, don't be polite to me, if you're bored, Blue Harbor or Rose Paradise, you can say whatever you want, as long as your body can withstand it, the consumption will be counted on me!"

Conan looked sincere at this time.

"Please, stop wandering around."

Sigmon has a black line on his face, who can tell me what happened, how can I become a taboo for walking?