Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

It was really chilling to stay in this mansion filled with the smell of blood, face to face with a moody Miliya, and sit and listen to her talk about her private affairs. Not to mention other things, since we are talking, there will definitely be questions and answers. You don't know when you will say the wrong thing again, and the purple-eyed fox is particularly vindictive, so it is a joke with your life. Maybe he couldn't say more than a few words, and he only drank a few sips of the cup of drink, and she took advantage of him to poison or knock him out, and then dragged him to the operating room and tortured him corporally.

"Why would you even want to give up Dixie for me?"For example, like this sentence, when she asked a question, her silver eyes looked at me.

How should I answer? Compliments will only make her think that I am weak. To be honest, she will not be able to stand it, not to mention sarcasm. She may be caught in her head before she finishes speaking. Picked it up. Accompanying a professional female killer is like accompanying a tiger. No matter what, I have to escape from this devil's cave first. As for the rest, I can only talk about it. Seeing that I was trembling and did not dare to raise my head, the thief woman was filled with the satisfaction of a conqueror, but she could not be normal. After a while, she took out her poncho and rubber gloves and asked me to work with her to clean up all the traces in the house. Then she went out and got in the car.

"We will not go back to the Waterfront Hotel again. Tell me a place where you feel safe."It started drizzling again outside the house. Miliya did not put up the canopy, but let herself soak in the rain. She said that when driving on an empty road in this kind of weather, you should feel the gifts of nature and smoke in the wind. It will bring a sense of pleasure. When the sports car came out of the corner, she took it upon herself to decide where to go for me and said,"How about we just go back to the Nutstone Hotel?" That’s always your home base. In fact, I stayed there in early August."

As she talked to herself, I seemed to remember this incident. Lin Rui had not yet gone to Yuegu Radio Station at that time, and was teaching me how to enter customer information and receive reception at the front desk. Late one night, there was an extremely verbose old man. My wife came to book a room. After entering the room, she started to find faults everywhere. One moment she thought the quilt was too hard, and the next she said there was a peculiar smell in the water pipes. She made a fuss most of the night, which left me speechless.

"I think about my little girl day and night, but I can't expose it. I can only see you in this way."She stepped on the accelerator and got on the highway. When the car passed the Motor Vehicle Management Office, several fire trucks passed us. Forget-me-not turned on her phone and saw tens of thousands of transfers popping up in her account. She smiled triumphantly and said:" You first call your daughter to say she's safe, and I'll treat you to dinner."

It turns out that during the bloody battle with me, Miliya still did not forget to strategize and let all the Lancasters return to North Carolina first. Although Fan Fat was reluctant, he couldn't win over everyone. Before leaving, Lin Rui called and asked, Only then did she decide to stop. According to the original plan, she should have locked me in the mansion and tortured me for two consecutive days until she felt she was completely convinced. In short, she was very dissatisfied with my answer.

"Doesn’t that fat drug addict want democratic voting? Then just follow his wishes. He is the only one among the seven who disagrees, and the rest will obey my orders. She glanced at me and sighed:"The training is a bit hasty. I still have to sharpen it when necessary. You are still an unstable factor.""

"So what will it take to satisfy you? Do you have to beat me until I can’t take care of myself? Look, my hands are still numb. I lit a cigarette for myself and asked with a sad face:"Why do you always say that I am an unstable factor?" Where does this data come from?"

She chuckled sinisterly, and then slowly told the whole story. After a long talk with Sullivan, she already had a qualified candidate in mind. Krys and I had never been to Gibson, and Lin Rui had never shown his face, so The three of us will be the main force to break into the sisterhood. The two guys who are hosting Krys are already far-sighted, so there is no need to doubt that she will perform badly; Lin Rui is her beloved daughter, so she will naturally listen to her mother; as for the others, they are eager to return. family, so she will cooperate with her without hesitation. Fan Pang is also an unstable factor, but he will be restrained by Marlowe, and there is no need for their intervention, so the relationship is not big. And I am the person she feels is the least reliable.

"You said it yourself, how many women have you attacked in more than a month? The war with the Miliyas will be protracted. If you fall into the flowers and butterflies, you will quickly lose your way. Then you will be in love all day long. Wouldn't the whole plan be defeated by you?"

"How long do you mean by protracted? Is this the so-called wonderful journey? Why should I become a woman? Why wouldn't the success coefficient be higher if you don't do it yourself?"I just uttered a few words, and then I felt that the pair of beautiful eyes next to me became resentful. I couldn't help but shudder, and immediately changed my words:"Yes, for your hegemony, I will strive to make meritorious services."

"I think you don’t want to live anymore! Miliya's circle is already very small. As long as I show up, I will be recognized immediately, so I need you."She waved her hand, indicating that I don't need to be nervous, and sighed:"Not just any girl can pretend to be Miliya. It's like an assessment, to gain recognition from others. Ymir has developed prosperously, and the forces behind the scenes will also conduct strict screening. The length of time is not yet known. But the mysterious woman said that it would be a long process. What we are doing will determine their life and death, and they are also trying to change the past by sending their souls. This is roughly how it is restored."

"I want to ask you a question, which may make you unhappy. I don’t know if I should ask it or not. Little Old Man Soul Scythe, I can understand that they hate you, but why are you so isolated in the Miliya circle? Don't you have a friend?"

"How come I don't have friends? Of course such a person exists, but you would never want to meet her. We are ostracized because we do not want to succumb to the crowd and are used to living a free life. When people live in this world, even if they can make a lot of money, they have to force themselves to smile every day, which doesn't suit me very well."She braked suddenly, pointed at a mother and daughter passing by, opened the tool box, took out a gun, put it into my hand and said:"I will slowly move over and give you time to aim. Go and kill them. I will turn around immediately. Give you one hundred thousand"

"Are you kidding me? Are you really crazy? Why should I do this for no reason? It’s better to keep this kind of blood money to yourself!"I threw the broken gun into the back seat, opened the car door and planned to get out, but she grabbed me.

"Now you understand how important freedom is to a killer, right? The feeling of being controlled by others is so fucked up. I have no ego and no emotions. I do everything according to the customer's requirements. Sometimes I even don't want to take this kind of order. As people get older, they get tired and even feel scared. After taking a shower, I looked at my distorted self in the mirror, and it was hard to find any trace of the past. She propped her chin up and stared blankly at the side of the empty road, asking:"What do you like about me?" Why are you interested in the killer?"

"I need to point out that I am only interested in female killers. It feels cool. It is almost impossible for this kind of people to appear in life. I always wonder what the female killers might look like? Pretty face? Strong arms without showing off muscles? A perfect body or slender legs? In short, I will combine all the beautiful and sexy characters in my mind, even the characters in the movie pictures, to create a young and perfect image of a brutal woman."I fell into a long reverie, looking sideways at her in the night, listening with a sweet smile. I momentarily forgot the cruelty of the previous torture, and held her hand.

"As a result, that kind of person appears, as if coming from a dream, she is you. I was shocked when I first encountered it, it was even more stunning than I had ever imagined. I said to myself, how should I behave? Can I get her to look at me one more time? what does she like? What can I do to make her like me? Even now I can't believe you are real"

"So, you pursue illusory love, and you don’t care even if you get killed by me? Is it even slightly satisfying? She broke away from my hand and lamented:"What you are thinking in your little mind is exactly what I hate most in my life." When I humiliated my little girl, it was because I hated her for being both pure and idiotic. Instead of her being devoured by the real world in the future, it would be better for her to die in my hands as soon as possible."

"How to say? You feel that the initial innocence of human nature is full of flaws, but aren’t you also like us, coming from a young age?"

"how can that be possible? Haven't you been calling me a fucking pervert? How can perverts have the kind of mentality that you don’t know about the difficulties of the world and that everything is handled by everyone? I am more tolerant of your private vicious abuse than of your affectionate words."

While she turned to look at the scenery, I quickly shook my crotch, climbed back into the McLaren, and drove the car back onto the road. In this way, a person who didn't know what a killer was and a person who was already a killer, met in the slightest rain. An awkward conversation started next

"You might think that female killers only attack men, but in fact we treat both men and women equally. I once hunted a group of camping youths about your age in the forest, and they didn't understand why until they died. Some girls begged for mercy, saying they shouldn't have taken up my parking space at the gas station, some said they shouldn't have taken advantage of the crowds and cursed on the street, and some said they shouldn't have disturbed others by playing music so loudly. I wonder, how could they find so many faults? I kill them for no reason."

"But aren’t killers generally very self-disciplined and won’t touch worthless people? At least that's how Brother Straw described it."

"The beastly ram is a fraternity busybody with strict rules, and I enjoy being called crazy."Seeing that I was seriously injured due to the continuous fighting, holding my chest and wailing in pain, the thief woman threw an ice pack and said:"Young people like you are living selfishly in your own little world. Earthquakes and floods are terrible. Not a single thing about the attack. When being interviewed by those bitches from Channel 9, you will pretend to have a heavy expression, but in fact you are laughing in your heart. It is none of my business, and it is not me who is dead."

I put an ice pack on my bruised ribs and I felt much better. She was absolutely right. The disaster was not caused by young people. Why should we go against our hearts and pretend to be a good person? Does Miliya want us to shoulder the burden? Social responsibility?

"Do you want to say that people may only settle down to face these heavy problems when they reach old age, and feel that life and property are precious? But how do we explain the recent news that school workers beat mentally retarded young people? How do you know that they are not one thing before others and another thing behind others? Wearing a saint-like appearance, he might be a parent who abuses his children, or he might be a financial accountant who makes false accounts, or he might be a husband who eats meat and eats delicious food outside? Human society is very complex. She rubbed her face, drank the beer in one gulp, and said,"Everyone has some neurological abnormalities, such as mysophobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, or irritable prejudice. These will be brought into life and determine their outlook on the world." No matter how holy a person is, he will inevitably take a peek at a beautiful woman. And I feel that the world of madmen is the most suitable for me and the simplest"

"Aren’t lunatics swearing? That kind of state is really difficult for me to understand now. I laughed so hard that I leaned closer to her and asked,"Then what do you hate about us?" If you had to choose one, who would you kill? Is Fan fat?"

"Among all your foxy friends, if I had to choose one, the girls from Channel Nine are the ones I like the most. But as she gets older and has experienced vicissitudes of life, she is more sophisticated and sees things through. She will not cry or make a fuss or act ugly before she dies. She is usually calmer and can face death calmly, which would not be interesting. How about I take you to Pineville in a while, and we can sit at her house?"Forget-me-not blinked his cunning eyes, leaned close to my ear and smiled:"I know we are in the mansion, why did I ask you so many times if you want to stop the war?"

"I don't want to go to Pineville, I'm too embarrassed to see Dixie again. No matter how vicious you are, I don't want to leave you. Evil people are so fascinating. As for you asking me so many times whether I want a ceasefire, aren't you just trying to trick me? What else could it be?"

"Haha, 99 out of 100 people will answer this. If a beast and a ram want to kill you, will you kneel down and lick it? I feel that even if you overestimate your own capabilities, you will still choose to risk your life and not give up. But if the target were me, you would think that women are softer than men, and they might be able to beg for mercy and survive, right?"She originally looked very relaxed, but suddenly her tone became serious and said:"The purpose of what I did is to tell you with practical actions that when facing Miliya, even if you bite your tongue and commit suicide, you must not beg for mercy."

Although I loved listening to her nonchalant nonsense, Forget-Me-Not's color suddenly changed, and I couldn't help but straighten my body and became silent.

"Some of them have faces that are more innocent and harmless than Miss Lycurgus, but their hearts are as poisonous as snakes and scorpions. The women who can become Miliya have relatively complicated life experiences, and their genes are dyed with distortion, extremeness and violence. Once they fall into their hands, there will be no way out. They enjoy listening to people wailing and screaming, and they will even record it and play it to you over and over again. The more you beg for mercy, the more excited they will be. When you are dying and unable to make a sound, Miliya will puncture your body, then pour hydrochloric acid into you and force you to scream until you finally die. She shuddered, her beautiful eyes showed panic, and said:"Compared with those thieves, I may be a gentler one. Those bloody scenes even made my hair stand on end when I saw them!" You must remember my words."

At nine o'clock in the evening, when the car entered South Carolina and passed through Piedmont near Greentown, she stopped the car and dragged me into a French seafood restaurant. She used the blood money she had obtained not long ago to order a large table of fish and crab. , and started to eat hungrily. It could be seen that after a whole day of exchanges, she was already hungry. When asked, didn't she feed on the prisoners? The thief woman said that she made it up, but eating human flesh was not a problem. It's true. She did this to intimidate, to break down the quack's psychological defenses, and to get him to reveal where the documents were.

"Although your face is the same as when I met Yin Zhen, it is much more refined and looks younger. How did you do this?"

"Because of the demon heart, it absorbs fat when it feeds on people, so my daily food intake is five times that of ordinary people."

She thought it was too hot in the room, so she took off her coat and ate and drank shirtless. Her gestures were rude and barbaric, which made all the diners unable to move their eyes. I hurriedly sat next to her, blocking the fascinated gazes of those people, and asked if everyone Every Miliya has such a look like her

"When my little girl quarreled with me, she also liked to make a fuss about her appearance. I was originally a charmer, but because I was too tall and had thick knuckles, I changed my career to become a Miliya."Forget-me-not is still a woman no matter how arrogant she is. Women love to hear compliments, not to mention the fact. She has a unique and rich charm that can capture people's souls. Men are so fascinated that they lose their minds and easily lose their temper. She fell into a trap. That kind of beauty is mature and full, which is the opposite of pure and beautiful, more feminine.

She is tall, taller than me in high heels, and her physical strength is even more amazing. If you fight her blindfolded, it will be completely impossible I don’t feel that this is a woman, more like a cruel thug. Miliya’s knuckles are thick and hard. In the past, I used to fight with people. When I was young, I always loved to practice hard on tree trunks. I was best at fighting with fists. Fist, that will crack the opponent's toe bones and instantly lose combat effectiveness. When dealing with female soldiers, Krys and Sister Di, it has been tried and tested. But the purple-eyed fox's punch is harder than mine, just like a hammer.

She is like a wind and a cloud. When I swept away all the dishes on the table, I had just eaten half a lobster. Seeing this, she smiled sheepishly, called the waiter to order another table, then went to the bathroom to wash up, propped her chin and started to learn Let’s start with

My Fair Lady. The most unique thing about forget-me-not is that she can switch her tone at any time. One second she is snuggling, and the next second she will curse. You can never guess what she is thinking, nor can you tell her what she is thinking. You will know what she will do next. While I was concentrating on applying mustard on the oysters, I was suddenly hugged by her arm. Suddenly, the thief woman's eyes turned red, she fell into my arms, and cried hoarsely:"I thought Covered in blood, he has long since disowned his relatives and worshiped being a female beast. As a result, after turning into a half-demon, I discovered that my true nature was that I was a pitiful creature who was weaker and more helpless than anyone else."