Chapter 527
Most of these activities of Da Piaoliang were originally very loose.
It is completely normal for people to disappear while walking. They may go to the toilet, go home for something, or move to another place, or be built into the wall.
Not many people actually pay attention and care.
With so many people, it is completely normal for a few to go missing.
but……
Gradually, some bloody graffiti inexplicably appeared in some deserted alleys, corridors, public toilets, rooftops and other places nearby.
Some people don’t care when they see it, but some people will still call the police after seeing it.
Therefore, the NYPD also became aware of the situation here.
Are there protesters missing?
This is a big trouble!
They already had a lot of police forces deployed nearby, just to avoid conflicts.
It is really hard to explain the situation now.
Maybe some people think that they did it, or that there is some force behind it.
This also led the NYPD to deploy more police forces near the protest and begin investigating the possible cult operation.
However, the increase in the number of detectives nearby obviously caused dissatisfaction among the people who came here to look for "clues" and protest.
They thought it was aimed at them, and with the instigation of a certain candidate on the special committee and the inexplicably violent atmosphere nearby, the conflict on the scene immediately became acute.
"There really is a problem!"
"We need to go to the hospital!"
"What is going on?"
"I heard that some people who were marching disappeared recently! They must have done it!"
"Damn it, there really isn't a K virus in there, is there?"
“…”
Various signs and banners appeared, and clashes became more frequent.
After the glass of a luxury store was smashed, violent conflict was inevitable.
The atmosphere of tyranny and chaos began to gather, and the already impulsive crowd seemed to become even crazier.
Watching those black guys who are eager to create chaos in the world and appearing out of nowhere rushing into the store to buy things for free.
NYPD detectives who were maintaining order nearby also felt helpless.
"Senior, are you just going to watch them like this? They are robbing!"
The police officer who first discovered the homeless man's bloodstains complained as he looked at the scene in front of him.
The zero-dollar purchase was happening right before their eyes, and they were watching from their police car.
"What else? Do you use your body to block it or shoot?"
The old agent next to him obviously didn't think this was a big deal.
This place has attracted a lot of attention now, and it will be troublesome if it is not handled properly.
There's nothing wrong with buying for free, but if a black person dies, that would be a lot of fun and I can't afford to take the blame.
With this spark, the atmosphere in the vicinity became increasingly frenzied, and the residents living nearby also felt nervous.
Fortunately, in most cases, people will still focus on those luxury brands. Going to their homes is too risky and the gains are not much, so it is far better to focus on the stores.
But even so, residents living nearby and those who have guns at home have begun to prepare...
"Shit, why don't these filthy bugs just die!"
An old man stood at the window, watching the chaos below, holding a shotgun in his hand and with an angry look on his face.
His beloved car was trampled to pieces by the group of people, but he didn't dare to go down with a gun in hand in this situation.
He was a middle-class man with a family background, and he never thought of confronting this group of people head-on, as it was not worth it.
It's been a really eventful time recently, and I don't know when some kind of evil cult infiltrated my apartment building, and someone smeared some weird symbols on the roof with blood.
It's so disgusting just looking at it.
Later, the detective came to investigate and said that the blood was human blood. He deserved to die.
"ah!"
The sudden scream made the old man stunned.
It's normal to scream in this chaotic scene. It's very messy outside.
But the sound was very close, as if it was right next door.
Looks like Mrs. House?
This made the old man immediately walk towards the door with his shotgun.
There must be some petty thief who took advantage of the chaos and got in. He deserves to die.
However, just as the old man opened the door, a strong fishy smell came into his nose, mixed with a strong smell of sulfur, which almost made him vomit, and he could not help but cover his mouth and nose with his hands.
What the hell? Damn it!
When he walked out of the room and came to the corridor of the apartment, he was somewhat horrified to find that the walls of the corridor were covered with various bloody graffiti at some point .
There are all kinds of strange symbols and patterns.
Looking at these distorted patterns, he felt a little dizzy, as if he couldn't figure it out.
In this dizzy feeling, he felt as if the scenery around him was gradually changing.
It was hazy and distorted, just like the perspective I had when I was drunk.
At one moment it was a corridor covered with strange symbols, and at another moment it seemed like a cave filled with magma where countless monsters gathered, switching back and forth hazily from time to time.
And it seemed that some of those monsters were looking at him.
Filled with cruelty and bloodthirstiness.
A monster that looked like a deformed bird, with a long neck and a sharp mouthpart on its head, turned its head and looked at him.
The densely packed eyes around the mouthparts seemed to be staring at him at the same time.
Then it leaped up, flapped its wings and flew towards him.
"Damn it!"
The old man roared, not caring whether it was an illusion or not, and pulled the trigger.
The next moment the illusion disappeared, and he seemed to be back in the corridor, which made him pat his head with a wry smile.
"What's going on? Those things in cults are really evil and can even cause hallucinations..."
But the next moment, the old man's expression froze as he looked at the bullet marks he left on the ceiling of the corridor.
This was shot with my own shotgun.
But why are there several huge twisted feathers falling...
Looking at those scattered feathers, it looked like they were shot and were very messy. I don't know what bird they were from, but just looking at the feathers made me feel sick.
Well, it should be from the strange bird in my previous hallucination...
He stretched out his shoe and kicked the feather forward. After confirming that it was real, the old man began to reload the shotgun in his hand with bullets with trembling hands.
Mrs. House next door had stopped screaming, and he had no intention of going over there. Instead, he slowly retreated back into the house and closed the door...
Then he said to the bracelet on his hand tremblingly
"Siri, help me call the police and tell them there is a monster and heavy firepower is needed!"
Bang !
Suddenly, there was a violent crash and vibration, as if the house was shaking, and dust fell from the ceiling.
However, the security door in front, which had just been closed, suddenly caved inward, as if it had been hit by some huge force!
Bang!
Another collision occurred, forcing the old man to retreat continuously with his gun in hand.
Another impact, as if a sharp claw penetrated the security door.
It seems that it does not belong to that deformed bird, but to another kind of monster!
"Siri! Hurry up!"
Shotgun loaded and aimed forward.
The next moment, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass, the window behind the old man shattered.
Countless things that looked like plasticine hands poured in from the window and hugged him before he could react.
His hands grabbed his face and arms, restraining his entire body!
Through the gaps between the hands clasped on his face, he was horrified to discover that on one of the hands was a ring that Mrs. House from next door used to show off.
Shit…
He pulled the trigger randomly, and with the sound of gunfire, the old man was quickly carried out of the window by countless arms and flew back to the next door...
