Alien Executioner

"You are Boromen, right? Your Federal Mandarin is not very good." An Ran frowned and reminded, "You actually have something to say to me alone. Now is the opportunity. Don't waste time talking about irrelevant things. No one will like it."

"How perceptive! I am indeed an insider. An insider of the matter you are investigating."

The director said slowly:

"I know that you are investigating the secrets of the Tananiya family. I also know that you believe that the Eternal Cult of the New Lord Eaters is the wing of the Tananiya family. The body outside is the body of Xinmin. I think the reason for the loss of the head may be related to you."

"You are wrong. The body was found by the Tananiya family. I just did a favor and sent it here to find out more about it." An Ran remained calm.

"It is my duty to learn any clues related to the super aliens. Don't forget that besides being the Supreme Director, I am also the Executive Officer of the Hall."

"Haha, you can't hide this from me. Your Highness the Princess has always been a simple child."

An Ran withdrew her absent-minded gaze from the label on the glass bottle and looked up at the old man. The moment she said the word "Princess", it was enough to show the old man's importance.

"Don't be surprised. I know a lot, just as you hide a lot." Boroman said:

“I’m actually from the Tananya family, but don’t worry, I will definitely be on your side because I hate my family and I want to destroy it.”

Chapter 43: Gray Dance (I)

An Ran pondered for a long time. The director's revelation of his identity was unexpected, and the old man had already prepared to meet him.

The old man still had that kind smile on his face. He lifted up his sleeves, and a metallic luster flashed between the sleeves. It was a platinum badge, and the leaping figure of a golden bird was carved vividly.

"Perhaps with this token, you will believe my identity."

"That's right. I recognize the canary emblem and you can prove your identity, but that doesn't matter. What do you mean by that? You said you hate your family." An Ran showed a curious look and stretched out his hand.

He took the badge and weighed it in his palm nonchalantly. "You package yourself as a friend with no ill intentions, but this is far from enough. Although I hate being an executioner, I don't mind clearing up some minor troubles."

"Director, do you think I am a minor trouble?"

"It's hard to say. I'm used to labeling everyone as an enemy." An Ran walked out the door and stated lightly.

"Director Boromon, we can talk somewhere else."

Clyde Theatre.

This theater existed before the birth of the Santa Ania Dynasty and has a history of more than a thousand years. It is the world's top performance hall. It has experienced countless wars, been destroyed and rebuilt, and is now managed by the An family.

It is in the First District, one of the few spheres of influence of the An family, and also a place that is frequented by young people from the families in the Third District.

But today, the Clinland Theater sold few tickets. Due to the visit of the An family, the theater manager deliberately closed the theater and stopped performances for a week. Only the guests invited by the An family could enter. At first, these young people were still happy to support the performance, but the young people in the family were not traditional audiences after all. They could not understand the profound aspects of the performance and gradually lost interest.

Suddenly, there were two more tickets at the ticket window. The theater manager straightened his back and rushed over excitedly. Everyone who could come to buy tickets was related to the An family. Even if there was only one person, the performance must go on smoothly.

The customer who bought the ticket was named An Ran. He frightened the theater manager so much that he almost had a myocardial infarction and fell to the ground. The girl at the ticket window was calm and collected, and carefully handed the receipt to the man. She had seen a lot of things in the world and knew very well that she should never act jumpy.

An Ran took the invoice and nodded to the ticket girl. He felt guilty for selling him a ticket even though he thought the theater was closed today. If he hadn't wanted to watch the show, the theater would have been able to close for another day.

The ticket girl then noticed the theater manager's fierce gaze and realized that she had done something wrong, so she quickly handed the money back.

"I'm sorry Mr. An, the theater can't take your money."

An Ran was silent for a while, silently took the money, and nodded to indicate that he understood that there would be no performance in the theater today.

The ticket girl panicked when she saw this, thinking that this young master had never seen the world or was deliberately making things difficult for her. There were very few places in this world that would accept money from the An family.

She smiled and explained subtly, "You misunderstood. The theater is only open to the An family this week, and admission is free. I just didn't recognize you. Please forgive me for going through some unnecessary procedures."

The theater manager immediately gave a thumbs up and praised the ticket girl for her quick response. This explanation seemed the most reasonable, and it was definitely not because An Ran was so special that she got in for free. But it was actually full of loopholes, such as the last sentence.

An Ran looked suspicious but didn't think too much about it. The only thing she felt was that this Pig-headed Theater Manager was a mute.

The curtains on the stage were drawn, it was pitch black, and the empty and dim auditorium was deserted.

In the corner of the last row, this was the seat that An Ran had deliberately chosen. Director Boromon sat on his right, watching the next performance.

He was not actually a frequent visitor to the theatre and his visits to the theatre were rare. He only knew that the play was called The Birth of the Devil.

This was just a pretense of enjoying the performance. The Clinland Theatre was one of the few venues that did not have Tananya's eyes and ears. Waiters in red were in control of the corridor outside. All staff were carefully selected by the An family, and even the fat and big-eared theatre manager was hidden.

The curtain slowly opened, meaning the performance was about to begin. Director Boromon actually took out his cell phone to switch the camera status, using the magnifying lens to see more clearly.

"Are you really here to see the show?" An Ran was speechless.

"It's mainly because I haven't been here very often. In the past, I admired art, and scientific research is the ultimate art. This is my instinct to appreciate art." The old man narrowed his eyes. In his heart, nothing was more important than this performance.

"Can you appreciate the theater performed by the Eastern Slavs? It's not the kind of entertainment performance, but more like a simple literary drama that focuses on dialogue." An Ran whispered.

"Actually, I'm not sure, but the name is very original, The Birth of the Devil. I looked at the play list, and the schedule was just completed yesterday."

An Ran watched the next performance. The lights went out. This was the prelude to many performances. A rustling sound came from the darkness, and then something slid, like a small snake swimming along the ground. It lasted for dozens of seconds and then disappeared.

Ghostly whispers then came from all directions, like screams from hell, and countless overlapping chants made the hall seem to be filled with a group of souls. As the curtain was completely drawn open, two blood-red women stood quietly in the center of the stage.

“All of them appeared, in a sleep that was connected from beginning to end. They opened their eyes in chaotic sleep talk, like crazy believers waiting for His return.” The short woman sang in a cappella, slowly raised her head, her blood-red eyes were chilling.

An Ran saw himself in the woman.

Her appearance is Naya, and her blood-red eyes are one of the proofs.

"The Birth of the Devil" was completed yesterday and it feels a bit premeditated. Strangely enough, this is my family's theater.

This means that the show was written by the family, including the repertoire, which is an obvious hint, which attracts curiosity.

Compared to this performance, the game with Director Boromon was not that important. At this moment, the old man was watching intently, and the two women in the center of the stage had not yet finished singing the lyrics.

The tall woman's voice was deeper and echoed all around.

It was a sinister line, unfolding a scroll of myth.

"They always come one after another, looking forward to the gray hope. He wakes up, always appearing in the chaos. The deep consciousness opens His four eyes. It is the lurking darkness, the authority that despises the gods. The long time is always silent. Following the first sound, the second sound appears, and then the third sound, which is the cry of all things..."

An Ran gradually sank into it. The women on the stage rose and fell and began to dance. Inexplicable memories emerged in her mind.

The song echoing around me gradually merged into my mind. I closed my eyes and saw a gray and white world, and...

Standing at the end of the gray and white world, there is that inexplicably familiar figure.

Chapter 44: Gray Dance (Part )

An Ran believed that he was about to find the secret hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

The dance is full of violence, with the two women playing the roles of the older and younger sister born from a gray and white world.

A huge illusion gradually enveloped the surroundings, and I fell into a strange, indescribable dream talk.

……

He comes again, always appearing in the chaos, an intimate call.

The girl opened her eyes blankly and climbed out of the soft blood-red walls. The world outside was gray and colorless.

He was ignorant, but full of expectations for the gray and desolate world before him. He crawled out step by step, his soft body gradually becoming weak. In his sight that seemed to be stretched to no end, there were countless giant tentacles like bridges hanging high in the sky.

Tracing back to the end of time, these tentacles seemed to have already existed, constituting the only flesh and blood of this world. The surging black seemed so vibrant. They suddenly moved slowly, and the whole world seemed to be torn apart. The hard bodies scraped against each other, and the whole world was collapsing.

This was a celebration of disaster. The collision of tentacles formed the most extreme symphony of destruction. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch these children. The girls' thin bodies looked so small under these giants, but they still came closer.

He was barefoot and naked, jumping on the cold ground, full of curiosity about everything in the gray world. The tentacles lifted Him up into the air, taking everything in. This was a decayed world, with traces of life left on the continent, and He was the incarnation of this world. After tens of millions of years of silence, the gray world awakened its second consciousness.

When the celebration reached its peak, the gray figure at the end of the bridge built by tentacles approached. It was a woman who looked like Him, and whose consciousness had awakened earlier. The two similar figures stared at each other in the sky, and the gray eyes finally burned with a cold blood red.

The figure looked at him, and her gray eyes occasionally showed a little tenderness. The almost stagnant time made the woman surrounded by loneliness and look so proud. He instinctively opened his arms to the figure, wanting to hug her.

The woman held his hand and ran towards the end of the gray sky, the tentacles behind him kept collapsing. The places they passed by were fragmented and reconstructed, and the gray world that was supposed to be colorless finally came to life, and the split tentacles welcomed new life in the screams.

They awaken from the chaos, give birth to life in an unpredictable time, and create ugly but hopeful worms. They are all part of the gray world, expanding instinctively and using nutrients wantonly. Those lowly monsters take root in the corners of the world.

Endless chaos ensued, the gray world could no longer hold on, the monsters roared madly, sometimes floating into the sky, and sometimes devouring each other.

And they also longed for each other, and due to the extreme lack of nutrients, he let out a silent roar at the figure that was born earlier.

The abyss was born in chaos, and will die in chaos, only constantly devouring. He looked toward the end of the silvery sky, which was another world.

The girl made a decision, dragging her jellyfish-like body to lead this world that was about to break apart. She was dependent on her sister for comfort, and her originally complete body was shattered. The gray and white world fell apart due to the extreme lack of nutrients, and they would either devour each other or swallow up that world.

……

The cold bloody light enveloped the stage. The two women embraced each other and then parted. The actress who played the younger sister suddenly turned around and threw her sister to the ground with such a fast speed. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, which meant that she ate her. The sister had no complaints. This was a necessary measure. They came to this world destined to be combined with each other. Only by devouring each other could the abyss descend. Only when the abyss descended on this world could the gray world not dissipate.

The abyss became beautiful because of their birth. They loved each other and gave birth to endless offspring, but it also brought a burden that the abyss could not bear. This burden was not just the birth of the Shang clan. The gray and white world was expanding all the time. If it was fragmented, both of the incarnations of the abyss would die, and only one of them could be retained to inherit the craziest desire.

The younger sister knelt in the center of the stage and cried. The white light covering the two of them gradually dimmed. Everything was over, and the pain of loneliness lingered in her ears.

The illusion faded, An Ran closed his eyes, and he seemed to have traveled back to that gray and white world and witnessed the company of the sisters.

At this time, Director Boromon had already fainted. He could not bear this illusion at all, which was specially prepared for An Ran.

He pursed his lips, but ultimately did not express his feelings.

This is a lonely performance, the younger sister devours the older sister, causing the abyss to cover the world and turn everything into nutrients.

Only in this way can she survive. My sister gave up the inheritance consciousness and was willing to become a part of the world in a state of eternal sleep. (

After a brief silence, An Ran slowly stood up and applauded, the only audience member challenging the darkness.

The applause lasted for a full minute, and he remained calm. Only when he felt the extra weight of his windbreaker did he reach into his pocket.

It was a card that appeared at some unknown time, with a string of words written on it.

As the show ended, the surroundings fell into darkness, and it seemed as if a ghost was hiding in the darkness, quietly putting the card into his pocket.

The handwriting on the card was familiar and unforgettable. [There is only one monster in this world.] There was an arrow drawn on the edge, leading upwards.)

Looking up, it was a private room on the second floor.

It turns out that the audience of this performance is not just me.

The old man beside me was sleeping on the ground and would not wake up for a while. My original plan to explore the secrets of Tananya was ruined.

He rubbed his nose in his sleep, and suddenly he looked less like an old man. For a moment, he looked a bit like his father.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, An Ran gently kicked him, then stepped on his face, but even so the old man still did not wake up.

Maybe this is just an illusion. Although my father's character is unforgettable, it is not that unique. It's just that his identity and eccentric personality are difficult to match. But if it appears on other people, it will not seem so strange.

The winding staircase leads to the second floor, which is glowing red in the darkness, giving it a haunted feel. At the end are rows of mannequins wearing brocade robes, and their chests all look like they have been hollowed out, leaving a hollow hole.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound of a wooden door in the darkness, and a door opened, as if pointing to a road to the unknown.

An Ran's eyes flashed red, but he could not see through the darkness. The only place that could stop Naya from spying was the domain of another Shang.

That was the door at the end of the corridor that was flashing red. Familiar waiters in red were standing outside. They were all young and beautiful women. As far as he could remember, there shouldn't be many female waiters in the An family. Most of them were men with cold expressions.

The waiters saw that An Ran did not show much emotion. They nodded in an orderly manner, as if they had been programmed to act like machines. They followed An Ran in and closed the door behind him.

The first thing I saw when I entered the box was pieces of flesh crawling all over the floor, with the bodies of Bagshas scattered all over the floor.

Chapter 45 The Ubiquitous Father (I)

It was even darker behind the door. There was an old coal lamp on the table. The flame was burning, illuminating the figure on the chair.

An Ran looked at the man quietly and felt that he was extremely familiar.

An Moshu was wearing a white velvet robe embroidered with a canary totem, which was the Queen of Tanania's underwear. She was putting on makeup in front of a square mirror, applying paint on half of her face. The firelight reflected in the mirror, her expression was somewhere between a man and a woman, beautiful yet extremely distorted.

This turned out to be her own aunt. The head lady of the An family was the biological sister of the head of the family and the only person who could share power from Xu Yuqing. However, An Ran could hardly recognize her because her aunt at this moment was too unbelievable.

"You're here." An Moshu was not as energetic as usual, and her casual greeting showed that she already knew of his presence.

An Ran walked behind her aunt and calmly found a chair to sit down. The chair was missing a leg. This box had been abandoned for a long time.

"What do you think of this performance?" An Moshu looked at her nephew through the mirror and asked with her white teeth grinning.

“Not too interested in novel art.”

"But you can't understand traditional art, right? You've been closed off for too long. In fact, you were already like this four years ago, but because of your memory loss, you mistakenly thought that you changed in the past three years."

"What should I call you? Aunt? You look a bit like a man now, and you are trying hard to cover it up with makeup." An Ran looked at the face in the mirror.

"I'm old. It's not like everyone can stay young after living for hundreds of years."

An Moshu fiddled with her hair so that she didn't look like a female ghost with her hair flying. She turned around with her chair and smiled at him.

"I look great now, don't I? Not as pretty as your mother, but still pretty."

The faint light of fire danced behind the woman, leaving An Ran sitting in a shadow. He opened his blood-red eyes to observe, but it was difficult to see the made-up face clearly.

I have to say that my aunt is worthy of being my father's biological sister. Their faces are so similar, and their personalities should be the same. The nervous brother and the cheerful sister are a perfect match. If I hadn't been in contact with my father and aunt since childhood, I would have mistaken them for the same person.

Hundreds of years... This sentence is enough to show that my aunt has acknowledged her identity. How can the An family be normal people?

He was not too surprised as he had already prepared himself mentally. His sister was a monster, his mother was not simple either, and his father who could control Bagshas was not much better. He did not expect that the first person to reveal his cards was his aunt whom he had seen the least.

"What should I call you?" An Ran repeated the question.