Alien Executioner

"Paid vacation, just one month, you said." Nanasha shrugged.

"Did I promise?"

"You promised, Director An's words are golden... Oh, by the way, Director, I remembered a detail." Nanasha walked out of the office and turned back.

Her face was solemn. "I thought it was an illusion, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed wrong. I saw with my own eyes that this person's face was... distorted, and it only lasted for half a second."

After saying this, he strode away without caring whether the director believed it or not.

殇？

An Ran thought subconsciously.

At that time, Lalo was taken away by a strange species, which made him the only survivor in the factory besides the doctor.

He lowered his head and reread the information, and finally gave up on transferring executives from other cities. The Countermeasures Bureau's cross-city operations could not remain silent and would always alert the other party.

Only by doing it personally can we guarantee a smooth outcome, but it's too late now. Do we have to bet that the other party won't leave their residence in the next few days?

Someone who can predict the ending in advance, escape from the factory, and is very likely related to Shang would not stay there and wait for himself to hunt him down.

If An Ran were him, he would have given up the idea of ​​going home the minute he escaped from the factory.

He is most likely no longer at his residence at this time, and the address in his hand is most likely useless.

The phagocytes in the body screamed, and the children made vague warnings using clumsy language.

"What's going on..." An Ran paced back and forth, crumpling the documents in his hands and tearing them apart again and again.

As his eyes lit up red, he smiled.

Nanasha just now was actually giving some kind of hint.

As the chief of the executive bureau, how could she not understand this? But she still handed the information to him, confident that he would stay at home and wait for the executive to catch him.

This woman came with a hint of sorrow.

Shang used Nanasha to tell himself that it was waiting for Director An Ran and the monster named Naya at the residence listed in the information.

It won't run.

"Nia——" A voice sounded beside my ear.

An Ran looked out the window. There were no stars in the endless night. It was always a dark world.

Chapter 76: Gaze into the Abyss (Part )

It was midday the next day, and several police cars were parked near the apartment with their lights flashing.

A man in a windbreaker squatted beside an old tree and smoked a cigarette. There were a few cigarette butts scattered on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the reddish-brown building in front of him, ignoring the passers-by who tried to chat with him.

The wind was biting cold and the air was filled with white fog.

This was a rental apartment. According to the information, the other party lived on the seventh floor. An Ran did not rush in but waited outside.

As luck would have it, a murder had occurred in the apartment. Two policemen carried out a stretcher. The body was covered with a white cloth and was no longer breathing.

The pupils silently emitted a red light, invading the policeman's body, and using his sight to draw conclusions about the corpse.

The woman was thin. The cause of death was horrific and bloody. Her face was mutilated, her chest organs were taken out, and the muscles of her limbs were detached.

It is not difficult to judge that the deceased had faced an attack similar to that of a freak. The methods used by aliens to commit crimes are generally simple, and only a few crazy people would do this.

An Ran did not come to a conclusion immediately. Then, he tried to use the same method to borrow the lives in the apartment as a sight, but failed without exception.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the window on the seventh floor.

The rightmost window was covered by tightly closed curtains. The gap was slowly opened, and an extremely mediocre head popped out, looking at him expressionlessly.

They stared at each other for a long time, and An Ran reached out to put out the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth and threw it on the ground.

"If you don't have confidence, just let me go."

His sister An Xin stood behind him, looking up and also observing the head in the window.

An Xin has been hiding behind the scenes, watching her sister's every move and providing absolute protection. When An Ran decided to accept Shang's invitation to meet, she chose to accompany him.

"A cunning and mysterious creature that has existed for a long time. It is impossible to judge its background and strength." An Xin put his hands in his pockets.

An Ran lowered his head, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground and threw it into the trash can. The head on the window retreated and the curtain closed again.

"You don't have confidence in me?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"The third option is to listen to both."

"If you're lying, you can't waste this opportunity. A demon has shown up, but it's trying to meet you and communicate. In my opinion, this is stupid." An Xin said, taking out her phone and glancing at the time.

"Since this is the home ground prepared by Shang in advance, it is most likely a dream. Obviously, we will not be allowed to enter at the same time. If we want to destroy it... it will be very troublesome, and many people will see it. It is not worth it after weighing the pros and cons. If only one person can kill it, it is best if it is me." ⑵

An Ran knew that her sister was stronger than her. So far, she had not witnessed her sister's performance. She seemed very confident and at ease.

After a brief thought, An Ran decided to give in. He had always been a stubborn monster, but he always learned to give up appropriately when facing his sister.

I nodded slightly to show that I was listening and agreeing, waiting for the truth that my sister was going to say next.

"The truth is actually the last sentence of the lie. I don't want my dear sister to take any risk, even if the risk is only one percent." She said.

"I'm glad you're always worried about whether I'll get hurt, but I don't want you to always protect me."

An Ran took off her windbreaker and put it on her, then gently patted her sister on the back.

"But for me, even if it's only a 1% risk, if you go instead of me, then in my eyes you will bear 100%. Sister, I know what I'm doing. The other party is ready to welcome me, so how can I not retreat when I encounter difficulties? I know how to handle it."

"You're cute." An Xin couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cute?" An Ran was stunned. She didn't think these two words could describe herself.

The sister reached out to touch his head and casually tidied An Ran's hair which was messy from the wind, without explaining why she used these two words to describe him.

After a long silence, An Ran's gaze stayed on his sister's face, then he turned and walked towards the apartment.

An Xin looked at her brother's back and took out a cigarette from the pocket of the windbreaker draped over her back. This was the brand she was most used to smoking, and he had been imitating her.

She had just finished lighting her cigarette when she heard An Ran stop and ask:

"We have many enemies, and the 'we' here doesn't include anyone except you and me, right?"

An Xin was stunned for a moment, then looked up, only to see that he had already entered the apartment.

An Ran took the elevator to the seventh floor, looked at herself in the metal wall mirror, and tried hard to make different expressions.

Apart from the expressionless face and chuckle, everything else seemed so funny.

An Ran in the mirror followed himself in practicing facial expressions, frowning, squinting, drooping eyes, slightly curling the corners of his mouth, twitching, and twisting.

The quiet and solemn face in the mirror suddenly became crazy, as if a ghost was mocking her. An Ran ignored it, knowing that it was Shang's fault.

The elevator door opened and he walked out, seeing a completely dark corridor in front of him.

"Isn't it strange?" He said leisurely, "I am also a monster. Although I don't dislike darkness, I definitely don't like to welcome guests with this weird atmosphere."

The mirrored figure in the elevator twisted and rotted, and was replaced by a blood-red bloated worm.

Its bloodshot eyes passed over An Ran's back and stared at the end of the corridor.

An Ran took out a silver-white pistol from his waist, intending to use the most shameful method - to attack Shang's self-esteem with simple bullets. His eyes swept across both sides indifferently, and a ghost passed by.

"My friend, Mr. Shang, please come out. Maybe we have something in common. For example, we both hate guests who act on their own."

He walked slowly into the corridor, his gun-holding hand tapping his leg rhythmically. The darkness disappeared into the outline, revealing a figure.

An Ran raised his hand and fired without hesitation. With a loud bang, in the flash of light, the bullet hit the target accurately.

It seemed to be just an illusion, the bullet was swallowed up by the darkness at the end of the corridor, without causing any extra movement.

He was still nonchalant, knowing that the bullets would not have any effect on Shang, and was merely expressing his contempt and sarcasm. Look, Shang was underestimated by his opponent, who thought that a pistol and a simple gunpowder bullet could hurt you. You should be angry about this, why don't you show yourself? Naya is looking down on you. We are both monsters, but I am using human means. You are not worthy of me executing you as a monster.

Perhaps provoked, the vague outline floating in the darkness came over like a straight, thin snake, trying to bite An Ran's neck.

If it wanted to force Naya to reveal her true form and meet the king, it had to use the king's posture. An Ran reached out and grabbed the black shadow, which turned into flying sand and dissipated in his palm.

He launched the Devouring Death God to search, and the sharp outer edge of the sickle dragged along the ground, making a crisp sound.

The black curtain in his sight gradually condensed into an outline. An Ran stopped. In front of him, another An Ran walked out of the darkness, also holding the Grim Reaper in his hand.

An Ran looked at him, then looked at his sickle.

"A poor imitation."

He sneered lightly, his eyes finally falling on the other person's khaki windbreaker.

The other party did not speak, but lowered his head as if he was thinking. After a while, he rushed towards An Ran waving a sickle. The imitator's eyes were melancholy and filled with murderous intent.

An Ran waved Death Seeker with only one hand. The two black and red sickles collided in the darkness, and even rubbed against each other to create sparks. He kept moving forward, suppressing the imitator's retreat, and the madness that belonged to Nia was faintly visible in his eyes.

"You shouldn't imitate too perfectly. I know myself better than anyone else...except my sister, of course."

The Grim Reaper tried to chop off the opponent's scythe, and An Ran raised his pistol with his other hand and shot the imitator in the forehead, but failed to cause any damage.

Once again, the imitator could not help but speak:

"That's enough! Bullets are useless to me..."

"Thank you, I wouldn't have known if you hadn't reminded me."

Chapter 77: Gaze into the Abyss (Part )

Black Knife Sanctions.

One of the most mysterious Devouring Weapons. It was created by Wang Feng himself and his team members the year he joined the Research Department. No one knows what the core of this Devouring Weapon is. No clues can be found about the mysterious Devouring Sorrow. When An Ran held it, he only felt the emotions from the girl - pain, brutality, and a hint of tenderness that was still retained after being annihilated.

An Ran stood in the darkness, threw away the pistol, and the tip of the black knife in his left hand drooped. The blood flowing along the blade was swallowed by the tip of the knife. The black knife was alive and it was hungry.

An Ran was smiling, and the fake in front of him had his hands chopped off.

He had already made his move the moment the opponent became angry. Time was the most mysterious force in the universe, and even Shang could not completely escape its influence. This time he had five more seconds, but during the five seconds of pause, the counterfeit showed signs of breaking free, so he only had one second left.

In one second, he cut off the fake's arms, and successfully retreated when black nematodes burst out of his wounds. An Ran's speed made the opponent helpless and furious, and then he fell down helplessly and turned into a shadow on the ground and retreated. In Shang's dream, it was the master, but in An Ran's eyes, it was not invincible.

A sword that transcends time made An Ran a little proud. He had never been a proud person until he killed Shang's phantom as an executor.

The corridor still had no end, and the endless darkness twisted continuously, just as unpredictable as the woven fate. An Ran went deeper alone with two devouring weapons, and the sound of steady and powerful footsteps echoed clearly. The darkness swallowed up the light, but could not swallow up the sound. His black hair was mixed with a little gray, or maybe silver, but he was very tired.

The screams came, they came again, they were always inside An Ran's body, the real monster hid his claws inside, his black eyes reflected his black body.

"Look, our good acquaintance, An Ran." The figure stood at the end of the corridor, and the dream finally came to an end.

It was a birdman in a red robe, with a head more pleasing to the eye than a crow, and golden wings that were soft and noble. It sat on the sofa with its legs crossed. Behind it was a blue wall that was almost covered with decorations: children's paintings, clocks, photo frames, skull collections... and finally a closed and opaque window.

"Canary." An Ran stopped and the entrance to the corridor behind him was squeezed closed on both sides and disappeared completely. His indifferent eyes fell on the birdman's head.

"Canary's meeting with Naia." The birdman smiled cruelly, "I've been wondering if we have to sacrifice something in order to win."

"I thought Deagaus' death would make you retreat, but the talent of never learning from lessons is not limited to humans." An Ran turned and walked to the table on the right, on which were children's toys.

An Ran was nonchalantly fiddling with the Lego in his hands, piecing together the body of the Lego bricks to form the bloody head of a rat.

"What do you call it?"

"Tananya, just like the monsters who founded your family, I am the founder of Canary, just like my name." Canary's voice was deep, and Shang's words overlapped quickly, always like an echoing whisper.

"Eight months ago, we watched you devour Deagaus. The abyss gradually woke up, which gave us hope. So we must take action. The Dream Serum is used to break through the boundaries of the Steps to Godhood, allowing more people to evolve into new citizens and create a very large dream mirror. In this dream, a monster called Shoggoth will be cultivated. It will be a monster that ravages the world and is also your enemy."

The canary revealed its purpose. It turned out that this was what it was going to do. It seemed that the people of the Tananiya family were deceived by this canary and thought that there was really a good thing about evolving into a god. It seemed that it had a close relationship with Xu Yanqian, or it was in the same faction as Xu Yanqian, all for the purpose of bringing the abyss.

"It sounds like what you did is good for me." An Ran put down the toy in his hand, raised his head, and complained calmly:

"I found that you Shangs are quite overbearing. Do you think I would be willing to let the abyss fall? I would never do something like eating my sister, so you are very anxious, but you are out of control. I have to say that there is really no conspiracy this time. I am living a comfortable life. It is very tiring to always be with the Riddler."

"So we changed our thinking. We know you don't want to do it, and we won't force you. So we'll train a very evil villain." The canary laughed sinisterly.

"That person is the Shoggoth, the most special species. They are the first batch of species that were created when the original Sorrow split apart. They were affected by the dreamland and mutated. Just like Deagos, the extremely evil Shoggoth cannot be killed, but can only be eaten, eaten by you. As long as they are alive, they will continue to wreak havoc on the world."

"Is it obvious? You want to force me to eat a group of monsters that destroy the world. What a stupid and novel routine. Going against the grain." An Ran couldn't help but chuckle. "I think you can write a novel in which the villain helps the protagonist grow, and the ending is that the invincible protagonist is the biggest monster that destroys the world."

"It's a stupid but effective method. It's also your only weakness. You don't care about the world, but you care about her. She is the same." Canary said, "What do you think of the Lord of Flowers's thinking?"

"It turns out Xu Yanqian is the Lord of Flowers." An Ran said softly, "She has been playing tricks all the time. To be honest, I kind of want to meet her. She turned out to be so stupid."

"She also wants to see you, but your sister doesn't agree, so she can't get close. I can hear your conversation outside, but she is actually lying to you." Canary said, "You can come in at the same time, I can't stop you. She is the first one to wake up in the abyss, but she can't kill me unless she eats me, but then she will go berserk and hurt you."

An Ran was silent for a while. He actually knew why his sister never took action. She once told him at night that as a monster, she also had greed, like Naya, but she had to suppress her desire, so she tried not to have direct contact with Shang as much as possible.

An Xin has been looking for a way to break her fate, and she must let Anya try. The elder sister is firmly locked up by fate, but the younger sister is gradually free in the madness.

But just now his sister suggested coming in for him. He was always worried about this woman, even if he would face the dilemma of being unable to control his power.