Shadow Apostle

Chapter 32 B-235

The firelight was faint, but it was like an obvious signal.

The cafe, which had been quiet just now, immediately became agitated.

Two gunshots erupted from different angles, and several streams of flames were sprayed out from the muzzles, covering the area around the cafe's door.

However, amid the hail of bullets, only a smoking top hat flew into the air.

Only the shaking shadow was left at the door.

The burning lighter had been stood on the coffee table nearby, and the dancing firelight illuminated obvious shadows. The shadows extended in all directions and spread into the endless darkness around him.

Just after a few gunshots were fired, a muffled sound came from behind one of the firelights, and then the firelight fell silent and there was no more movement.

There was a pause of gunfire from another place, then turned to the direction of the silent fire, and kept ringing, but after a few more shots, the only sound left was the click of the trigger being pulled.

What you are waiting for is that you are out of bullets.

A leg suddenly stretched out from the shadow, kicked him over, and then hit him with several consecutive kicks, causing him to let out a distorted wail.

I don’t know how to knock people out, so why don’t I know how to hit them?

While Horst was wreaking havoc, shadows began to sway in the dark cafe, footsteps, tables and chairs overturned, porcelain breaking, and noisy sounds mixed together.

The key is that there were sounds of punches and kicks, and they kept ringing.

Horst, however, did not join in the chaotic battle. He groped his way around the counter.

The first gunman to be cleared just now was hiding behind the counter, but Horst ignored him who fainted on the ground, groped under the counter for a while, and brought out the kerosene blowtorch that the clerk used to make coffee.

When the bluish-yellow light of the kerosene lamp illuminated the cafe, the brutal battle was completely over.

The survivors who were hiding carefully crawled out of their hiding place, while those with weapons were, without exception, knocked unconscious and tied up.

Although he still couldn't see other people clearly and couldn't understand other people's voices, now that someone came forward to maintain order, most sane people still gathered together, bringing calm to the chaotic cafe.

Counting the number of people, including those who fainted, there were only fifteen people left.

Putting away the hot lighter, Horst carried the blowtorch and walked to the target of his trip.

Although the appearance cannot be clearly seen, there is no doubt that the person in front of her is the missing Ms. Monica Veronica.

At this time, Monica moved several tables to form a circle and was directing the survivors to sit down together. Those who were tied up were piled in the circle and were monitored by everyone.

"Condition……"

Horst immediately shut up, his voice sounding like a tape recorder. No wonder these people remained silent. It must be the same for everyone.

He shook his head and stopped making unnecessary efforts. He placed the kerosene lamp among the survivors, then took out the documents stolen from the police station and handed them to Monica. While she was flipping through it, she went to the counter to look for pen and paper. Only then did she realize that a group of people had already exchanged a lot of information through pen and paper.

It seems that Monica has already controlled the situation, but for some reason, it seems that another conflict suddenly broke out just now. No wonder the smell of blood is so fresh.

"Snapped."

Horst, who had just sat down, looked up and found that Monica had put away a few pieces of paper. He opened his pocket watch and took a look. He sighed and wrote on the paper:

"I thought it was just an ordinary mirror-type mysterious incident, but I didn't expect...she invited you here?"

"She tricked me!" Horst thought for a moment and added, "It's free."

Monica shook her head and wrote: "You shouldn't have come in, that was B-235."

"Don't talk nonsense. Write something I don't know. Ink is very expensive."

"K didn't tell you what it was?"

"I stole all the notifications myself."

"That starts with B."

"Same goes for those starting with Z."

The pen tip paused in the air, and Monica suddenly made a sound that sounded suspiciously like laughter, and wrote: "I haven't memorized the specific information, but this thing will suck people into this space and incite everyone to kill each other until only Only the last living person can get out."

Horst smiled bitterly, regretting that he guessed correctly again: "What if we don't kill him? K should have already reported it. How long will it take for support to come?"

"It doesn't matter how long it takes," Monica wrote. "This space can only exist for eight hours, and it will disappear after eight hours."

"That's not just right." As soon as he finished writing, Horst felt something was wrong, "What will happen to us after we disappear?"

"B-235 is a real-world space copied in the fantasy world. This place is broken, and we naturally appear in the fantasy world, deep in the fantasy world."

Horst found the pen a bit heavy.

That is a space that only exists in the imaginary world. It is the most terrifying restricted area for living beings. Let alone walking in, humans will fall into eternal madness and despair even if they just try to understand it. It is said that only those top awakened ones who are called the Supreme Beings will fall into eternal madness and despair. , it is possible to return to the fantasy world alive.

"Fortunately, you have only been in for four and a half hours, and we still have more than three hours to find a way out." Horst wrote with a dry smile.

"Start with the first person who comes in."

Horst couldn't laugh anymore: "How long?"

Monica's handwriting remained steady: "Thirty-four minutes."

"There must be other ways." Horst wrote, "K would trick me into coming in, only because I can help you by coming in."

"Yes, find the connection." Monica said, "It is the first thing that activates B-235. It should be something that can be used as a mirror."

"At least two conditions must be met." Horst added, "The first is that it can be illuminated, and the second is that it will be activated at the time, so that it will not be in an empty place."

Writing the last sentence on the paper, Horst rushed to the counter with his cane, where most of the reflective mirrors he saw outside were concentrated.

During the conflict, many mirrors had been shattered by bullets. In the mysterious world, this means that the mirror has been conceptually shattered and destroyed, and will not cause trouble because it becomes more pieces. But those on the wall...

Horst picked up his cane and started smashing the mirrors on the pillars on the wall one by one. Monica hesitated for a moment and then joined in.

However, even after smashing all the mirrors, there was still no change. The two of them looked at each other and looked at the clock in the corner with increasing anxiety.

Monica suddenly tugged on Horst's clothes and pointed to the window on the wall.

Horst shook his head and quickly wrote on the paper: "It was noon."

It's bright outside at noon and dark inside. It's difficult to see yourself through the windows inside the house, and it's only the other way around at night.

But what else could it be if it wasn’t glass?

Amidst the rattling sound of the clock, the two walked around inside and outside, smashing nothing that could be smashed. But every time I hit it with high hopes, it ended in disappointment.

"There must be something that has been overlooked. It should be something that is very common but easily overlooked. It can definitely be found. It can definitely be found."

Seeing that time was getting shorter and shorter, Horst clutched his cane tightly and looked around the cafe quickly.

Time still passes, moment by moment.