Why it never ends

Chelate narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became somewhat playful.

"Give me another chance, okay? Let me... try again, okay?" Hesta pointed to the soldiers not far away, hope filled his eyes, "I can try them again? Can I, Please--"

The chelate let out a long low moan, it looked at Hesta's face with a smile, but didn't answer, it just hooked its fingers towards her.

"Well...you come here first, come here, and I'll tell you later."

Hesta was stunned for a while, and actually walked towards the chelate on his own initiative.She kicked the right foot with her left foot all the way, apparently quite frightened, not only staggered as she walked, but also had an almost desperate smile on her face.

Several soldiers looked away, they had already guessed the ending that the person in front of them would face.

When the two sides were six or seven steps away, Chelate bent down and picked up a blood-stained business card from the gap between the tiles.It placed the business card between itself and Hesta, gestured, and divided the head and body of the prey in sight into two.

The chelate adjusts the distance, like a photographer looking for a suitable angle, until it finds its favorite cut-off ratio, it leisurely removes the business card from its eyes.

"You are really interesting," Chelate laughed, "but unfortunately, it seems that today, you are really going to be the first of these people—"

Before the words were finished, a ballpoint pen had pierced the business card in Chelate's hand. It obviously hadn't reacted yet, but its eyes followed the tip of the pen instinctively.

The pen was like a sharp arrow, flying towards the stone wall not far away with the business card.The tip of the pen was buried in the wall, and the end was still vibrating.

—that was the ball-point pen Hesta used to fill out the form tonight.

During the shocking change, Chelate immediately turned his gaze back, but a red pen followed one after another, like a dart, stabbing Chelate's eyeball impartially.

A few steps away, Hesta had jumped up.Her speed was almost flashing, and with the impact of the run-up, she viciously pried off the half of the pen that was exposed outside the eye socket of the chelate.

The tip of the pen that penetrated the eyeballs stirred upwards, protruding into the brain.Chelate's body began to twitch, and his hands and feet writhed uncontrollably.It didn't even have time to ask for help, the other remaining eye also quickly became bloodshot, and everything in its field of vision had already begun to spread and dim.

Before landing, Hesta flipped her body and the chelate's body in the air. As she expected, the chelate that had been lurking at a high place finally made a move at this time: a series of "rustle" flying from a high place The sound was accompanied by many rectangular pieces of cardboard falling around Hesta, some of which directly cut off the soles of her shoes and empty sleeves.

The next moment, Hesta threw away the body, and she started running along the wall of the hall, and quickly locked her target on the second floor.

Hesta stepped on the nails with honorary certificates on the wall, the slabs used to place green plants on the wall, and the exhaust pipes of the fresh air passage all the way up—she finally saw the appearance of the second layer of chelate.

It was a very young little girl, almost as young as Shi Yi.

Even in the face of a sudden attack, the eyes of this chelate did not show any waves.

It neither panics nor excites.At the moment when Hesta was already close at hand, it flew out a card cleanly, cutting off the only lamp in the corner of the hall.

The sudden darkness is like a silent curtain, hiding all traces.

During this moment of blindness, Hesta felt terrified. During this brief pause, the chelate had already made several movements in a row.

She heard dozens of business cards flying towards her at the same time - the other party's reaction speed was faster than she had expected, and much faster.

Hesta felt a near-boiling shock, and her fighting instinct mixed with the fear of death allowed her to maximize the urgency of the situation in front of her.

underestimated.

This is definitely not the speed that an ordinary little girl can achieve after she gets sick... This level is already close to that of a well-trained soldier.

Relying on her hearing, Hesta barely took over several of the more deadly attacks, but her limbs still couldn't keep up with her fighting instincts, so there were abrasions on her left ear, both shoulders, right arm, and the edge of her left rib. Pain.

Almost at the same moment, a few muffled moans came from the soldiers in the corner, their bodies hit the ground with muffled noises, and a thicker smell of blood spread out.

"Mercury needle?" the chelate in the distance said softly, "But you don't look like it, who are you."

"Really," Hesta replied in a low voice, she focused on the opponent in front of her with all her attention, "...how is it different?"

"You don't have eyes for mercury needles."

Just when Hesta heard the noise and thought that the other party was attacking again, a lightning-shaped opening suddenly appeared in the dome of the workstation, and a faint shadow flashed past.

The entire workstation became quiet again.

Except for a faint knock on the door, Hesta could only hear her own heartbeat.

……

After the alarm was over, the doors and windows of the workstations were reopened. At the same time, the single-person shelters under each counter also began to enter the countdown to opening.

Reinforcements arrived quickly, and everyone was fully armed and wrapped tightly from head to toe.The mess inside the workstation surprised everyone. Suddenly, a soldier noticed the sound and yelled into the darkness, "Who's there!"

Hesta came out again with his hands raised.

"Survivors, don't shoot." Hesta whispered in a common language, "There are two chelates, one died and the other ran away."

Several people came forward to search, and although there was nothing suspicious, they handcuffed Hesta and prepared to escort her back for interrogation.

"Wait." Hesta suddenly remembered something, she pointed to the corpse not far away, "My pen is still over there, can I take it before leaving?"

Several soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, and still brought Hesta to the vicinity of the chelate's body.

"This is your pen?" a soldier asked in disbelief.

"Correct."

"Why did your pen get stuck in the chelate's eye—don't move!" Seeing that Hesta was about to lean over to pick up the pen, the soldier beside her stopped her again, "Don't destroy the scene!"

Just as Hesta was about to explain, he was suddenly stunned.

With a little light from the street, she saw the other complete eye of the chelate.

That eye was still slightly open, staring.Around the eyes, there is a faint fluorescent edge—as bright and dim as a mercury needle that has just died.

"What's going on?" Mercury Needle not far away noticed the movement here, "What are you arguing about here?"

The soldier explained a few words, and someone looked at Hesta's shackles.

"...Untie these things, this person will leave with us in a while."