Alien Executioner

"To be precise, the abyss is just the place where our Shang is sleeping, and only Shang can enter it." Bagshas said in a hoarse voice.

"How do I get in?" An Ran didn't know why he asked this.

Asking this question meant she was thinking about entering the abyss, but she was just curious and just said it casually.

"I don't know. No one has ever been in there except Shang." After saying that, Bagshas shrank back into the wall and emerged from another corner.

Its rustling sound was like that of a damp mouse. When An Ran turned around, it appeared from another place and continued to appear.

Bagshas was everywhere, and the tone of its voice deceived An Ran's judgment. After all, it was still the terrible Shang.

"Haha, you are the only one who cannot look into the eyes of the abyss. You will never see it, and you will never find it."

The monster in the wall suddenly laughed out loud, squirming its festering flesh and blood, looking mocking and pitiful at times.

It was like it was crazy, all its tentacles were in chaos, they avoided An Ran's questions, the abyss was Shang's taboo.

An Ran pondered for a long time, as if he realized something.

Open your phone and search for the photos you just took.

It was a moss-covered wall of a sewer, and without Bagsas's presence the camera could not capture it.

An Ran raised his head. In this blood-red world, it should not exist, yet it was everywhere.

They were gradually buried, and she tried to catch the illusory monsters in front of her at the cost of her sanity, until everything became quiet.

The blood-red world faded away, leaving only the pitch-black sewer pipes. She looked around, but there was nothing.

It was as if Bagshas had never existed from the beginning, and her encounter with the wall monster was accompanied by a trance-like dream.

She thought that was the "abyss", and the so-called abyss was a dream given to people by Shang.

Bagshas's death was so abrupt that she actually still had many confusions that had not been resolved, but obviously there was no chance.

An Ran tried to shout Bagshas's name again to make the dream come again, but he quickly gave up.

She caught a glimpse of the faceless man's corpse, lying quietly against the wall. It was not eaten, but it became a trace of the coming of death.

When the girl went back the way she came, a huge worm crawled out of the water and pounced on the cold corpse.

Chapter 73 Slightly Embarrassed

Three police cars blocked the door in front of the Butterfly Restaurant. A conspicuous Countermeasures Bureau enforcement vehicle was parked at the street corner, and a group of people gathered to join in the fun.

A man covered in mud quietly passed by. Someone looked over with dissatisfaction, then was stunned for a moment and shouted:

"Director An Ran!"

The man was wearing a black suit, his trouser legs were rolled up, his shoes were completely wet, and he looked as disheveled as if he had just crawled out of a quagmire.

Following the shout, everyone's eyes shifted to the man, who strode towards the restaurant, where an executive was standing at the door.

His eyes were glued to his phone, he puffed out smoke from his cigarette, and couldn't help laughing.

Feeling the inexplicable gaze, the executive with a cigarette in his mouth raised his head and saw An Ran walking towards him. He was so scared that he immediately retracted his hand.

An Ran still caught a glimpse of the live broadcast on his phone.

Well...it's still the dance area.

"Director, you're here." The executive stood up straight, nervously.

He was too young, with a slightly delicate face, a neatly-groomed uniform, and ordinary A-level swallowing weapons. It was obvious that he was a trainee executive.

An Ran didn't say anything. At this moment, several reporters came up, their faces flushed, and they rushed to hug each other.

"Director An Ran, can you reveal more details about this attack?"

"Director, there are rumors that this attack was aimed at your father, An Mochen, the chairman of the An Group. Is this true?"

"Director, this alien attack..."

Four waiters came out of the restaurant and separated the reporters without any explanation. An Ran patted the mud off his shoulders.

"First of all, the results of this investigation show that this is not a case of alien attack, and our Countermeasures Bureau is not responsible." An Ran replied coldly.

"The police department is in full charge of this case. We initially infer that this is a revenge killing by evil forces and has nothing to do with the An Group. Let's stop here."

After saying this, he walked up the marble steps and entered the Butterfly restaurant, thinking about how to deal with these reporters more appropriately.

Reporters got wind of the news and rushed over, reporting that a family dinner at the An Group was attacked by alien species. It seemed that someone had leaked the information.

He also couldn't say that the attack was directed at a particular congressman, as it involved a political struggle in the Third District Administrative Palace and had nothing to do with him.

The person who came out to greet him was a woman. Even wearing a waitress's uniform couldn't hide her tall and hot figure. She chuckled.

"You're in such a mess."

An Ran glanced at him, unable to find the words to respond.

The woman in front of him was called Ling, the current housekeeper of the An family. She was a typical queen with a hot-and-cold personality. She was a few months older than his sister and was the adopted daughter of the driver, Lao Zhang.

As the housekeeper, she naturally accompanied the An couple to the banquet in District 1, so the two had not seen each other for two months.

He is also one of the few friends on An Ran’s social software.

She is much more dangerous than she looks. The previous housekeeper was ruthlessly executed by her with a Desert Eagle because she stole group secrets and manipulated assets in the name of An Mochen without authorization.

The old butler died in the study, shot in the head and back. Before he died, he reached for the pistol hidden under his clothes.

His reaction was actually very quick, and few people could make any extra movements before being executed by Ling, and he could even touch the gun in his clothes.

She was an executioner serving her family, and she was terrifying to the point of being terrifying.

That day, An Mochen shed tears for the old butler. After he was shot twice in the back and committed suicide, Ling took over the position of butler.

This is a rose with thorns, a sharp blade. She only serves the An family and is also her sister An Xin's best friend.

"Have you finished the discussion at the police station?" He brushed past the woman, took the towel and wiped his face, then saw An Xiao.

"We've agreed that they won't tell anyone." Ling nodded. "The bodies of the father and son have been sent for examination, and the results will be out soon."

"The result is that there is no result. This involves a Shang."

After An Ran finished speaking, he waved at the girl. She was sitting on a chair in the hall looking at her phone. When she looked up, her eyes lit up.

"Brother, you're... back?" An Xiao walked over, eyes wide open in surprise, his tone hesitant.

"You went down the sewer?"

"Yeah, but I didn't catch up with her." An Ran's tone was calm, which made people less suspicious.

"How can we catch up with him? It's dirty, smelly, and dark inside. We'll definitely lose our way after walking a few steps." An Xiao glanced at Ling.

"Where is my sister?"

"They are inside, but Dad and Mom have been sent back by Sister Ling. Mom looks like she is mad at Dad."

"What's wrong with mom?" An Ran threw the towel to Ling.

"Dad drank a whole bottle of Romanee. His liver and stomach are not in good condition. Mom is angry." My sister grumbled.

He remembered that his father seldom drank alcohol because of liver damage, and would only drink when he was particularly happy or sad.

The man who only smiles in my impression can't finish a whole bottle of wine.

"I understand." He walked into the box.

Several policemen came out from the side corridor. They looked at An Ran and nodded slightly, followed by the fat manager. -

The manager looked unhappy. Although he had nothing to do with the boss's meal at his own restaurant, he still felt a bit scared.

The door was not closed, and the woman with her back to him could be seen from a distance.

Hearing footsteps, she put down her phone and turned to look at her brother.

"What made you make this call?"

"That guy is dead, I met a dead one." An Ran sat down and took a half-empty glass of Romanee.

When he came back, he called his sister from the sewer and asked her to cover up the attack and report it to the police.

It is not difficult for the An family to cover up the truth of one side of the news. An Xin is curious about the purpose and reason of her brother's doing so.

When she heard the word "Shang", curiosity flashed in her eyes and she looked at her brother's whole body.

"I guess your experience in the sewers was quite interesting."

“It’s more than wonderful.”

An Ran paused, raised his head and tried to find the camera. He didn't want the following conversation to be leaked.

"Tell me, there will be no surveillance or eavesdropping devices here, and... did you turn into Naya down there?" asked my sister.

"Ah."

An Ran didn't want to talk too much about Naya in front of her sister, so she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp with a cold look in her eyes.

"He was cunning and difficult, waiting for me deep in the sewers, but then Sorrow appeared. I had encountered it before."

An Xin was listening, and her hand holding the cup tightened. The curiosity in her eyes was soon replaced by calmness, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

"It said its name was Bagshas, ​​and that Shang would appear in response to its name, but I don't believe it."

"You had contact, but there was no conflict." My sister guessed.

An Ran nodded, and couldn't help but think that telling his sister about this matter was a good choice. He even found it difficult to trust his parents.

Chapter 74 Bartender

The rain at night is like a thin layer of mirror, completely separating the whole world, and the tranquility makes people feel a little dazed.

Naya stood under the eaves, looking at the lush and leafy plane tree opposite. It was a rare green sight on this street, standing tall under the flashing neon lights.

The weather in April changed suddenly, and the temperature dropped sharply at night. She shrank her head and observed the people passing by with her light red eyes.

"found it……"

She picked up the umbrella on the ground and joined the crowd in the heavy rain.

……

At the intersection of the auto show, Sally's Bar.

Female waitresses in short skirts were moving among the crowd. After serving the drinks, they refused to accompany the guests. Everyone gathered together and excitedly discussed a certain man.

There was a hot breath in the air. The sudden drop in temperature at night could not affect the bar's endless enthusiasm. The strong liquor dispelled the chill on the body.

"Another glass of 'Dream Star', with the best ice." A man lay on the bar, playing with the empty glass.

"'Dream Star' only mixes ten cups a day, and you drank them all. And it was originally reserved for a lady today."

The man at the bar sighed with a sad look in his eyes. He was the bartender at Sally's Bar, dressed in a sophisticated tuxedo.

He was calm, focused on the wine glass in his hand, his pale blue eyes were so attractive that you couldn't take your eyes off him. His clean hands held the silver spoon and quickly stirred the ice in the glass. It was a sophisticated gesture, making a subtle sound and elegant adjustments.

He skillfully took out tea and wine from several cups, poured them into the cups slowly and evenly, and listened to the silence after the glasses collided.

"Never mind that damn lady, aren't we best friends?" The man raised his glass high, but there was no wine in it.

"Yes, yes, we are best friends, so good that you have never had to pay the bill." The bartender spoke in a foreign dialect.

He was obviously not from the Third District. Even in his suit, his muscles were faintly visible. He had a mature and sexy beard, and his movements were as graceful as a dancer from the palace.

"Damn it, God knows what I went through in District 1. I spent a whole month looking for your crappy brewery."

The man sat up straight. He looked out of place in this dimly lit bar, and everyone kept subconsciously looking over at him.

He came wearing a black raincoat with obvious water stains on it, and complained sullenly:

"First I went to the freezing countryside and finally found someone who knew you. He was also a drunkard. Mom finally got news about you, but she told me that you moved to the third district, a remote place like this."

"It's better to be remote, so that every meeting with the guests is fate." The bartender smiled somewhat reservedly.

He is not only the bartender of the bar, but also the owner.

In this dark corner, there was only the greeting of music, and the man silently looked at the crystal clear liquid in the cup on the table.

The music encouraged the crowd, sexy and enchanting women sat in the corner with the crazy young people, and the sound of clinking glasses of wine filled the air.

The man put his hand down and the cup fell silently on the bar.

"Hilbert, you should change your name. I've seen a lot of similar nicknames online recently, and I've been wanting to complain."

"Is it my fault that I have the same name as someone else? How can you just change your name?" The bartender glared at his friend.

"It's no good if you find me. Tell me, what do you want me to do for you this time? Tell me in advance, so I can't owe you money."