Alien Executioner

For the next two minutes, the manhole cover did not move at all, and Wang Feng sat on the concrete pillar, panting.

"I'm so tired, so tired..." He gasped.

An Ran kicked the manhole cover and jumped down.

Chapter 61 Stealth: Blood Red (III) Phosphorus

The sewer system in Santa Ana is even more complicated. If the sewers in the Flower City are like a maze arranged in a matrix, then the sewers here extend in all directions like the veins of leaves. Each road is not connected, and the end is always a dead end.

It was no longer An Ran. Anya was wearing a black raincoat with her head hidden under the hood. She stepped on the wet mud and went deeper. This was obviously an incomplete sewer. Wang Feng followed behind with an umbrella, dirty water dripping from his head, holding a flashlight to expand the lighting range.

In the pale light, Anya stopped and found that the deeper darkness ahead could not be illuminated, as if something had cut off the end of the light.

There were strange rustling noises coming from the darkness. They were definitely not caused by mice or other small animals. Rather than a group of animals running around, it was more like the lizards gnawing at each other in the weird mystery of "True Detective", because the noise was so loud that it was creepy.

Wang Feng also showed a rare sense of uneasiness. As an alien species, he was not as strong as his brother Wang Qi, and he always had to be cautious when facing unknown threats.

But it was really disrespectful to be so worried even though he had the protection of the Second Young Lady. Anya really wanted to watch Wang Feng being dragged away by the monster. Sometimes it was not necessarily a bad thing to watch someone die without helping him. At least it could make one feel happy.

The two of them went deeper again, one in front and one behind. The sounds were getting closer and closer, coming from above, to the left and right, and... behind them.

"Another dead end?"

Wang Feng felt a little regretful when he saw the end. A mud wall blocked the way. The second Miss Anya had violently destroyed the mud wall a few times before, thinking that it was just a trick to block the way, but all failed. There was nothing behind the wall.

In fact, Anya was not sure whether there was a secret at the end of every dead end. The information fed back by the phagocytes was mostly fragmentary and useless. She always felt that something was playing tricks in the darkness, blocking most of her perception abilities.

Ever since she devoured Deagaus and broke the boundary of half-death, she gained new abilities.

You can observe things within a radius of 100 meters around you, but the prerequisite is that you must have life. Naya must use life as a medium to observe nearby things through the bodies of others.

It feels a bit like possession, but it does not have much effect on the person involved. However, if it lasts too long, the person who is used as a medium to provide vision will fall into a coma and their vision will be cut off.

Anya named it Peering, and guessed that this was also a manifestation of the power of the dreamland, and that all the Shang should have similar abilities.

After testing, this ability can work on super aliens and last longer.

By spying, it is possible to determine whether there are other people within a hundred meters around, which is even more reliable than the phagocytes in the body.

Because of this, the feedback from the phagocytes in the body is no longer taken seriously, causing the tentacles to always be in a bad mood. Anya is helpless about this. Whenever these little guys give feedback and expect a response, she has to cooperate perfunctorily.

It’s not that the little guys are unreliable, but their ability to spy is more advantageous.

The little guys would be affected by the outside world, such as strange noises echoing in the distance, which they would react to with their heartbeats, and they would believe that there were many living monsters lurking in the darkness, and that they were just a hundred meters around them, but Anya couldn't spy on them.

There are many monsters hiding in the darkness, and these monsters must come from Shang.

She raised her head slightly and subconsciously glanced at the corner above. This time there was no trace of Bagsas, and her father was not with her this time.

Could it be that he hasn't escaped his mother's clutches yet?

Anya observed a brief half-second of silence in her heart. When she thought that this "father" might very likely encounter the same situation as she faced with her sister, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Although she had no feelings for this guy on weekdays, he was a relative after all.

In her heart, relatives do not necessarily have to be related by blood.

"Second Miss, what are you laughing at?" Wang Feng was a little puzzled. The laughter that he couldn't help but laugh came so suddenly and without any concealment.

"No, I just thought of something sad." Anya rubbed her eyes and whispered, "When I'm sad, I want to laugh. Haha, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't scare you."

"It's okay, it's okay, just smile." Wang Feng was a little nervous.

"We didn't actually go the wrong way." Anya deployed the Devouring Black Blade Punishment and poked the ground with the tip of the knife. It seemed to hit something hard, making a muffled sound.

Wang Feng tried to shine the flashlight as brightly as possible. This sewer was too weird. Not to mention that every road was a dead end and the sewer system couldn't function at all, the darkness that could swallow up the lighting was enough to make people shudder.

The darkness is like a greedy glutton, constantly swallowing up the light.

Wang Feng turned around, not knowing if it was an illusion, he felt that the range of the flashlight was shrinking and darkness was slowly approaching.

It is an invisible beast.

Anya used the sanctions as a shovel to pick up the dirt on the top of the hard object. She had already guessed that it was a manhole cover, but she was curious about the scratches on the surface of the manhole cover.

The mud was actually filled in not long ago, because it was too soft. Anya didn't mind her skirt and high heels getting dirty, and stepped into the dug mud pit, because she was not wearing a skirt at all, but a raincoat and rain boots.

After the mud was completely cleaned off, a cast iron part was completely exposed. It was a large manhole cover. The manufacturing date was engraved on the surface of the manhole cover, which was from three months ago. It was a brand new manhole cover and should not exist in this damn place.

"It's the manhole cover that was lost on Queen Street." Wang Feng recognized the source at a glance. He has a terrifying memory, which is an essential skill for cutting-edge scientific researchers.

"Ah?" Anya was surprised.

"I came across this by chance when I was investigating the files of the Countermeasures Bureau. Seven days ago, a manhole cover was lost on Queen Street. The thief was a homeless man who looked like a lion king." Wang Feng shrugged. "Each manhole cover has a number. There is no mistake. They are exactly the same."

"What does the manhole cover theft have to do with the Countermeasures Bureau?"

"Who knows? So, I guess this is the den of a homeless person or group of homeless people. In order to avoid being found by the police or aliens, they stole a manhole cover to block the entrance."

Anya knocked on the manhole cover with a black knife, inserted it into the gap and uncovered the heavy iron block. The well was not as dark as imagined, but on the contrary, it was flickering with a faint light, and a fishy smell came with it, moist and choking.

She jumped into the well without hesitation. It turned out that this was the real appearance of the sewer. The sewer system of Santa Ana City is divided into two layers. The upper layer was only recently planned and developed. Since the lower drainage system has been used for nearly a hundred years, it is complicated and the map is incomplete. The technicians were unable to solve the problems faced by their predecessors and had to stop work.

The ground below was only four or five meters away, and it was much wetter than expected. The sound of running water could be clearly heard. Wang Feng also jumped down and almost fell into the ditch. Fortunately, he was caught by the tentacles and landed smoothly.

The first thing the two people did when they came down was to confirm the source of the faint light.

Less than ten meters away from where the two were, there was a pile of waste. Anya was stunned. The scene looked like a waste recycling station. The light came from a kerosene lamp, which was still burning. In addition to the kerosene lamp, there was also a diary on the table.

Anya walked to the kerosene lamp and glanced around. The unusable household appliances and scrap metal formed a "wall" surrounding three places. It was really the favorite shelter for homeless people. In addition, there were even radios and magazines, which were a way for them to relax and entertain themselves on weekdays.

There is a bed in the small nest in the middle, or rather a bed-like pad. Broken bricks are supported by crushed cans and wine bottles, and many clothes are spread on the top. Most of the clothes are fleece-lined, forming a place that can be called a sleeping place.

Anya frowned slightly, which was a sign of amazement, she was originally a nobleman, and now she was considered a lady of a noble family, and she recognized the clothes used to make mattresses at a glance.

They were all branded fleece clothes, at least twenty pieces in total, which would be worth tens of thousands of dollars if sold at a low price. It seemed that the homeless man stole these clothes without thinking of selling them, but used them to make more comfortable mattresses.

Through observation of this nest, we can infer that there is only one homeless person, who has a certain amount of knowledge and is a cultured person.

"It's really rare." Wang Feng also exclaimed.

He reached out and touched the "mattress", then pulled his hand back with a look of disgust. There were thick sweat stains on these clothes, and they felt greasy on his hands.

Anya turned on the radio and heard a crackling sound. This old gadget without an antenna was actually still usable.

"It has been modified and the signal receiving source is inside." Wang Feng picked up the radio, weighed it, and made a judgment.

"The kerosene lamp burned for at least an hour and there were still people living in this place," said Anya.

"Could it be someone like the 'Watchman'? Someone who guards the secret factory? Should we be thankful for the coincidence of timing?" Wang Feng asked three questions in a row.

Anya chuckled.

"He should be thankful that he is lucky enough to be alive."

"There is also a diary here. Maybe it contains some secrets." Wang Feng picked up the diary.

Anya took the diary. It was new, but many pages were filled with writing.

The diary doesn't have any clear content, it's more like a draft for practice, with the scribbled notes all over the place, like a scribble.

The last page had the same sentence written in three languages, first the most neat Japanese, then the more standard Federal Mandarin, and finally the Russian that was obviously not learned very long ago.

These words were written by the same person and have the same meaning.

"If you want to survive, you must..." The words ended abruptly.

Obviously the tramp was not from the First District, but most likely from the Ninth District. He was not good at Russian, so he used almost half a notebook to practice. Those drafts were actually just the simplest few words in Russian, written repeatedly.

Through the behavior of practicing Russian, Anya can infer that the owner of the diary is a foreigner who wants to stay in the First District. He may come to the First District by chance or by escape. Learning the local language shows that he has long-term plans to stay in the First District.

How could such a person be related to the Tananyan family.

Chapter 62 Stealth: Blood Red (IV)

“Do you have a food delivery business here?”

Wang Feng's voice aroused Anya's curiosity. She saw him standing in front of a ditch less than two meters away from the nest, looking down and pondering what he saw.

It was a corpse floating in the ditch. The clothes covered in dirt had a faint yellow tint. The most frequent thing Wang Feng did when he came to the First District was to order takeout, so he could tell the style of the corpse's clothes at a glance.

Anya walked out of the den and stared at the corpse in front of her. The corpse was covered in dirt and gradually twisted into a black nematode in her eyes.

Black nematodes were gnawing at the remains, and the stench was so pungent that it choked my nose.

A silhouette flashed through her mind, without any shape, a large mass of haze.

I thought of the tragedy in the first district.

A day ago, Anya dragged Sir Vdalia into the dreamland for execution. The auditorium was full of spectators. The sorrow hidden in the Tananya family was not just it, but them. They had human-shaped outlines and bird beaks.

Perhaps the new people of the New Lord Cannibal Church are just their pawns. That Shang gave him a mysterious and elegant feeling. He knew that An Ran was Naya, but he did not make it public. The two assassinations seemed to be sending a warning message.

The black nematodes flashed by, and the wreckage returned to being covered in mud.

After thinking about it, Anya said:

"This is a... cursed corpse."

"That's a very mysterious statement. I know what you mean. This person's death is related to Shang."

Wang Feng observed the information left on the surface of the wreckage with his naked eyes, and didn't mind his custom-made leather shoes stepping into the mud.

The tentacles scooped out the corpse and threw it to the ground, splashing dirty water all over Wang Feng. He was slightly startled and quickly stepped back to avoid it.

"Damn it! You splashed me..." His scolding was unfounded as the large tentacles in front of him were staring straight at him.

What a beautiful picture. Naya, who has broken through the half-death, is no longer restricted by tentacles. The tentacles clustered behind her form a sea of ​​​​red spider lilies. The blood-red color contains emotions that are difficult to glimpse. Those eyes are flashing with blood and are full of murderous intent.

This was Anya protecting her own fault. The tentacles hated the corpses in the gutter, so they threw them on the ground with disgust after picking them up. It was indeed wrong to accidentally dirty Wang Feng's clothes, but there are always some things in this world that should not be pursued even if they are wrong. Once they are pursued, the victim will be more guilty.

"That's not what I meant." Wang Feng gave in tactfully.

"I'm sorry, I spoiled them." Anya rarely admitted her mistake and stroked the tentacles gently.

"I hope you can forgive me, Minister Wang."

Hearing this, Wang Feng narrowed his eyes and looked the girl up and down as if he knew a stranger. His gaze moved from the tentacles above all the way down. Naya took the initiative to meet his gaze, and a flash of bloodshot passed through her eyes, which startled him so much that he jumped.

"I didn't turn into a statue! Am I still alive?" Wang Feng lowered his head and slapped his body in panic.

He seemed like an actor, his tone was panic and his movements were exaggerated, but when he lowered his head and raised his eyes, his eyes were extremely calm.

Anya ignored him, retracted her tentacles, squatted in front of the corpse, and determined the real cause of death.

It was called a corpse, but in fact, only the remains that had been eaten up were left. It was difficult to tell the cause of death. However, she still found cracks on the ribs. This was not a piercing wound caused by a sharp blade, but more like a crushing wound caused by a blunt object. This was definitely not caused by a Shang. Shang simply disdained to kill a person in such a way. They possessed powerful strength and could kill ants with just a thought. But where did the black nematodes remaining on the surface of the remains come from?

Anya closed her eyes, and the blood-red eyes opened in her heart, and some traces emerged in the darkness in front of her.

I tried to unfold a dream and use the method of rewriting everything in the dream to recreate the situation. This was an idea that came to my mind temporarily, but it was fruitless.

"What did you find out?" Wang Feng stood far away and asked, pinching his nose.

"Shang."

"Of course I know, but... Second Miss, I am very curious about the basis for judging that he was killed by Shang."

Anya did not answer, knowing that Wang Feng could not see the black nematodes on the wreckage. To others, they were just attached black mud.

Wang Feng raised his head with a confident smile on his face:

"Second Miss, do you find it strange that this body is related to Shang, but the cause of death seems to be caused by an external object like a blunt instrument, which does not match Shang's power."

Anya paused, turned her head, and saw that Wang Feng's eyes seemed casual, but he was actually observing the debris and mud quietly.

So that's how it is, this guy can actually see.

Anya waited for a while and nodded in agreement: Qi

"Go on."

"Is there a possibility, I mean a possibility." (

Wang Feng expressed his own opinion:

"The murderer is a young demon, just like the little loli that followed you a few days ago. It can't kill a high-level alien, but it can still control its mental and rational thoughts, so you understand...")

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and pretended to hit his chest with a hammer. The meaning was simple and clear: a young beast controlled the alien species, and since it had no direct means of attack, it wanted to swallow it to replenish its body's nutrients and control the alien species to commit suicide.

What nonsense.

If it were really possible to use a hammer to smash the Devouring Sorrow in the body, then the ribs should also be broken.

In the past, there have been cases where officers killed aliens by attacking their chests, but without exception, the ribs were broken as well.

However, Anya was surprised by Wang Feng's imagination.

Investigating the cause of death of the corpse is to learn more unknowns and prepare for the next investigation of the secret factory.

Anya stood up and glanced at the wall made of waste. Behind the wall was the back road leading to the secret factory.