"run!"
Andre's voice made the crew members present unable to react. Compared with Andre's warning, they were more concerned about the current situation of the ace actor in their troupe.
It’s a pity that they didn’t realize that this was Andre’s final warning.
Andre's chest was heaving violently, and he finally couldn't resist the urge to vomit.
It's like someone is digging their fingers into your throat.
Nausea, vomiting, suffocation, and even all kinds of chaotic and disordered thoughts appeared in Andre's mind.
He had no way of telling whether the foreign object in his chest was real or just an illusion caused by the image in his brain.
After Andre bent down, he finally couldn't suppress the strange feeling of wanting to vomit his entire lungs and stomach out of his mouth.
A squirming lump of flesh came out of Andre's mouth, and Andre's entire chest cavity became shriveled, as if it had been hollowed out from the inside by the lump of flesh.
There were disturbing eyeballs on the lump of flesh, and tentacles extending from the sides.
The tentacles growing from those lumps of flesh were like vines with their own lives, extending towards the people around them. People's eyes were filled with fear of this indescribable mass of flesh.
They all wanted to move their steps, but the tentacles grew rapidly and violently, like flexible ropes that bound up the people behind the scenes.
The power contained in the tentacles was much stronger than that of an adult man. This brute force made it impossible for the crew members who were tied up like dumplings to resist this inhuman force.
The tentacles roughly drilled into the orifices of the crew members. One could clearly see that the body fluids in the human body were sucked away by the tentacles and fed back into the flesh.
Soon, except for Effie and Ketchlov on the high iron frame, all the crew members on the stage became empty shells with only bones and skin left.
The eyeballs on the meat ball looked around aimlessly, searching for any fish that might have slipped through the net.
The noises of people outside the curtain attracted the attention of this lump of flesh.
The tentacles released the useless and worthless torsos of the crew members after draining them dry.
Tentacles propped the mass of flesh up from the ground, like a spider with multiple limbs crawling quickly on the stage.
The audience in front of the stage could naturally hear the screams of the people on the stage before they died. This was obviously not an extra entertainment program of the stage play, nor was it an easter egg in the script.
Everything that happened behind the scenes was presented to the audience's minds through the cries of the crew members.
Human imagination is endless, and without seeing what happened behind the scenes, the audience's inner fear was infinitely magnified.
At this point, the audience no longer cared about social status and elegant etiquette. The only thing left in people's bodies was the instinct to escape.
They tried every possible means to escape from this nightmarish theater.
The women sobbed helplessly under the influence of terror, while the children burst into tears in panic.
The men were scrambling to get to the door of the hall, but among them, a few remained calm and rational.
"No matter what happened backstage, we have to work together now and try our best to escape! Does anyone have a weapon?"
One of the men in a tuxedo said loudly.
"I have a flintlock!"
"I have a dagger!"
"Any other weapons?"
The man asked grimly.
Seeing everyone shaking their heads, the man sighed and said helplessly,
"Then let's give it a try."
Led by the man, the crowd pried open rows of seats and pounded on the theater door like a battering ram.
"One, two, three, hit! Again! One, two, three, hit!"
The door of the theater began to crack as people rammed it, and after several attempts, the door was smashed down.
Before people had time to celebrate and cheer, they fell into deeper despair.
The spider-like mass of flesh pushed open the curtain and poked its head out from between it.
The pairs of eyes on the meat ball saw the audience in front of the door, immediately locked onto the target, and used its tentacles to quickly cross the audience seats and crawl forward.
Each step it climbed was equivalent to five steps for an adult, and it only took ten seconds to get from the stage to the gate and reach them.
What is even more frustrating is that there should have been nothing outside the door, but after breaking down the door, it was filled with a mess of debris, including cardboard boxes, piles of newspapers, sandbags, etc.
It would obviously take a lot of time to clean up all this debris, and the relatively calm man said to the rough man holding the flintlock,
"It's up to you to stop it! We have to buy time!"
After saying that, he led everyone to clean up the debris outside the door.
But when the rough man saw the tragic scene behind the stage, he was so scared that his face turned pale and he could hardly stand.
The monster that was crawling towards him was far beyond his imagination. The indescribable horror turned into despair for survival.
He loaded the only bullet for self-defense and raised the gun.
“Bang!”
He pulled the trigger.
The shot successfully hit the target.
It was his own head.
In the face of great terror, he chose to escape selfishly instead of buying time for the crowd behind him.
This bullet shattered not only his head, but also everyone's hope of escape.
The gentleman in a tuxedo who was clearing the debris at the door called out in a low voice,
"Damn coward!"
Then he quickened his hand movements.
Seeing that a gap big enough for the child to escape had been cleared among the debris, he made a difficult decision.
"Have you ever risked your life for others in your life
Rather than continue wasting time and getting killed by that monster, why don’t we let the child go first!”
His eyes were full of sadness, and his fearless spirit gave him a strong personal charm.
Everyone nodded after hearing this, "Children are our hope for the future! Send the children out!"
"Aaaah, I don't want to leave Mommy!"
"Wow, wow, wow, daddy, don't leave me!"
Even though the children cried and didn't want to leave their parents, there was no room for bargaining at this point.
The children were sent out one by one through the gap, and the gentleman smiled with relief after all the children left the theater.
"Run, run, run towards a better tomorrow.
Don't look back, don't look back, face life with your bright smile. "
He sang an old ballad in a low voice, and the people present sang along.
They used their bodies to block the gap and became the children's strongest shield.
Although this was unwise and an act done out of desperation, it was also a respectable chivalry.
When the man heard the gunshot, he guessed the outcome.
As a retired soldier, he naturally knew the effective distance and range of the flintlock rifle.
The gunman opened fire before the monster even got close.
Then there are only two outcomes: one, empty-handed, two, self-destruction.
He never had any expectations for that small dagger. How could a small dagger that was at most used to cut fruit hurt the huge monster in front of him
The tentacles that spread out like vines have covered most of the ground in the theater.
The man in the tuxedo smiled calmly as he faced the monster that was about to take his life.
He raised a finger to the monster, making a universal gesture for all mankind, and said with a smile,
"You can kill me, but you can't kill all of humanity. The army's artillery will destroy you."
The eyeballs on the lump of flesh rolled around, seemingly looking at the retired soldier standing in front of the door with indifference and contempt.
He held the door tightly with his back, and people held hands to form a human wall.
Despite the helplessness and pain, they still did not loosen their hands that were maintaining the human wall.
Hearing the children's footsteps fade away, the people in the theater finally closed their eyes in peace.
Although their souls have been desecrated, it cannot be denied that they possess noble qualities.
After the massacre, the mass of flesh in the theater lost its target to continue hunting. Its body shrank in a way that was difficult to explain even with biological knowledge, and it became a small meat ball.
All the tentacles that had been extended were retracted into the meat ball, and this meat ball was floating in the air and spinning.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that there are still many eyeballs on the fist-sized ball of flesh, staring around.
In an inconspicuous corner of the auditorium, there sat a beautiful woman.
Her all-black outfit gave her a hazy and mysterious look, and she had a layer of light black veil on her head.
She had a crystal clear and beautiful diamond ring on her hand and she was wearing a black dress with lace patterns.
She looked like a widow who had just lost her husband.
From under the veil, you can see that she has even painted pure black lipstick on her lips, which adds a hint of charm to her delicate and pitiful temperament.
The ball of meat that spewed out of the male protagonist Andre's mouth ignored her existence during the slaughter.
She was like a transparent person with a very low sense of presence, and the tentacles passed by her one after another.
If the retired soldier saw this scene, he would definitely kill this seemingly weak woman.
Because everything that happened in the theater today was her doing.
She lowered her head, two lines of tears flowing from her eyes, blurring the smoky makeup under her eyes and leaving two black marks on her face.
She pulled out a black embroidered handkerchief from her bosom, wiped the tears from her face with a corner of it, and sobbed softly,
"It's really touching. People can't stand such sad scenes."
Ketchev witnessed it all from the iron frame and identified the culprit of the disaster.
"Such a vicious femme fatale, crocodile tears, haha. Makes me sick."
Ketchlov whispered.
Ketchlov understood that the beautiful woman dressed as a widow in front of him deliberately let Effie and him go.
Her mind is like that of a gourmet. She eats the average dishes first and saves the most delicious ones for last.
After she finished her appetizer and soup, it was now Effie and Ketchev's turn to have the main course.
Effie had fainted when the meat ball started killing the crew members, and now lay helplessly on the iron frame.
Ketchlov originally planned to escape with Effie on his back, but there were always a few eyes on the meat ball staring at the direction they were moving.
Since there is nowhere to escape, let's fight.
But Ketchlov did not expect that this woman would be so cruel and ruthless.
Originally, he thought that the meat ball would come directly at him, but under the control of this woman, it killed everyone present.
The courtroom of the Munich Concert Hall has now truly become a trial venue.
This is a one-on-one duel.
"Now that we don't have those troublesome spectators anymore, let's officially start the performance."
Ketchev no longer hid himself and spoke loudly.
The woman retracted the ball of flesh that was floating in the air, took out a water bag and took a sip.
"Thank you for your hard work, dear."
The woman ignored Ketchlov's call, but was immersed in her own world, speaking to the ball of flesh floating in her palm.
She used her hollow black silk gloves to push aside the lower part of the veil and kissed the fleshy ball with eyeballs.
"This is a reward for you. Evelyn is a woman who keeps her word."
The woman who called herself Evelyn said softly.
The ball in her hand spun around her twice in the air after being kissed, seeming to show an emotion of joy and excellence.
Ketchlov's scalp tingled after seeing this. He could not imagine that this beautiful woman would be willing to kiss the flesh that he had just ravaged.
There was a black lip mark left on the meatball, and after Evelyn kissed the meatball, she opened her mouth and swallowed it.
"Haha, little brother, are you surprised?"
Evelyn said with a soft laugh.
"I wasn't surprised, I was disgusted."
Ketchlov retorted with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh my god, how is this disgusting? This is pure love."
Evelyn held her cheeks with both hands, a sickly blush appearing on her face.
“Little brother, that is a love that transcends carnal desires.
That's my dear husband, and he will never, ever leave me for another woman.
In this way, he stays with me forever.
If you knew what love is, how could you find me disgusting
Your words are very hurtful."
Evelin, who was holding her face, had a look of happiness on her face, and she stood on tiptoes and turned around on the ground.
From her movements, she seemed to have been a ballet dancer.
“He made a promise.
He would never leave me no matter what the circumstances, and would never betray me. He pursued me so passionately at that time.
Come to think of it, it’s a particularly sweet memory.
But when I became infertile after an accident, he turned to beautiful young girls.”
Evelin cried softly, gently touching her belly.
Even though Evelin looked lovely at this moment, she couldn't hide her cruelty.
"Little brother, why do you think men don't keep their promises?"
Evelyn asked with tears in her eyes, while Kercherov remained silent, listening to Evelyn telling her story.
"I loved him so much and he betrayed me.
You see, he can't live without me now.
He became my child.
I personally crafted him into my soul mate."
Evelyn stopped crying and said with a smile.
The face beneath that veil was beautiful, but her heart was evil.
Ketchev felt a chill in his heart.
No matter how sad and beautiful Evelyn's story is, Evelyn's heart has long been swallowed by darkness.
After Evelyn finished her long speech, she took out the water bag again and took a sip.
The skin exposed on both sides of her neck showed that her skin was sickly pale.
If the baby's skin was fair and rosy, then Evelyn's skin was as pale as a corpse that had been soaked in Malflin for a long time.
There were three inconspicuous wrinkles on both sides of her neck, and when she spoke, a row of hollows appeared under the wrinkles.
It was like the gills of a fish, appearing abruptly on Evelin's body.
Kercherov confirmed Evelyn's identity from the water she drank back and forth to replenish her water and the gills on both sides of her neck.
She has successfully transformed into a deep diver.
That's why she needs to cover her face and wear gloves.
I guess all the teeth in her mouth have been transformed into fish-like fangs, and frog-like webbed membranes have grown on her fingers.
The followers of the Cthulhu sect have one major characteristic.
The more mysterious knowledge a believer possesses, the more characteristics of a Deep One they will possess.
When they are fully transformed into Deep Ones, they become priests among the original Deep Ones.
Acquired transformed divers have more authority to use mystical powers than innate divers.
Ordinary people of different levels are like coolies in their society.
Although Kong has extraordinary strength, he cannot hold important positions.
And every believer who successfully transforms into a deep or shallow person will have many ordinary deep divers as followers.
Presumably the debris outside the theater door was the work of those followers.
"How many people from your Cthulhu sect came this time?"
Ketchlov asked bluntly.
"Hehe, little brother, you're not cute like this.
Do you think I will tell you the details of our sect's operations?"
Evelyn covered her mouth and laughed.
"But don't worry, I won't let anyone else disturb our date."
Evelyn opened her mouth, revealing her sharp teeth that were like shark teeth.
As the conversation between the two ended, the battle was about to break out.
The confrontation between the Yellow Group and the Cult of Cthulhu has never stopped in history, and this time it will definitely be a life-and-death fight.
Ketchlov walked down the stairs next to the iron frame step by step to the center of the stage. His thoughts now were very simple.
That is to defeat the witch in front of him and take Effie away safely.
——
It is a cloudy day today.
Dark clouds covered the Mooney Black Market, and it looked like a heavy rain was about to pour down.
The low pressure with heavy rain coming makes people feel a little uneasy, as if there is a huge rock pressing on the chest, making it difficult to breathe.
The extremely dense water molecules in the air formed a rare thick fog on the streets.
People seem to become silent in such weather.
Walking on the street, you can feel the moisture in the air seeming to form drops of water on your skin.
The damp and oppressive atmosphere made it hard for people to breathe.
People long for rain, as long as it rains the air will return to normal;
Or there may be a strong wind, which can blow away the pitch-black fog and bring fresh air.
People did not expect that they had successfully waited for wind and rain, but it was a bloody storm.
Mrs. Michelle was in a depressed mood in the pharmacy, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on her head.
In her inspiration, this sudden fog was filled with an ominous atmosphere.
That is the breath of all things withering.
Mrs. Michelle had only experienced a similar atmosphere once, during the Black Death pandemic.
Since the 14th century, a plague called the Black Death has swept across the entire Ouzhou continent.
The patient's skin will turn black due to subcutaneous bleeding, and black also carries the connotation of depression, sadness and fear, so it was named the Black Death.
This plague caused the deaths of about 75 million people worldwide until the 17th century.
The Black Death had a huge impact on the people living in Ouzhou, just as people are feeling now, it was like an invisible stone pressing on their chest.
Writers called that dark age the Great Cataclysm, while some fanatical followers of the Church of the Holy Light called it the wrath of the Holy Light. They shouted "I am guilty" while whipping themselves with iron or thorns.
Only a few insiders knew that it was a disaster caused by the Old Ones.
However, the atmosphere in the Muni black market is now more depressing than that of the disaster.
Mrs. Michelle no longer dared to use her tarot cards for divination. She was extremely worried at this moment.
She had a splitting headache, and gritted her teeth as she took out a potion sealed with a mysterious spell from the cabinet.
Mrs. Michelle slapped the charm off the potion jar and let the potion pour into her mouth without leaving a drop.
She forced herself to swallow the medicine which tasted as bitter as bitter melon extract.
Then she simply hung a sign on the door of the pharmacy saying it was temporarily closed and went back home.
After returning home, the first thing Mrs. Michelle did was not to go back to bed to rest, but to close the doors and windows and say to Xiaoju, who was curled up in the cat bed with a lazy look on her face,
"help me."
The chubby orange cat opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth and pink tongue, and yawned.
Mrs. Michelle knelt on one knee in front of Xiaoju with a serious expression and repeated earnestly,
"Please, help me."
Xiaoju covered her ears with her chubby paws and buried her head deeply under the blanket in the cat bed, pretending that she couldn't hear anything.
A crisp "meow" came from under the blanket, and Xiaoju wagged her fluffy tail.
"Even the followers of the cat god Bast are unwilling to intervene?"
Mrs. Michelle said to herself.
Madame Michelle seemed to have made up her mind. She walked to the water tank and looked at her aging face reflected in the water.
She stretched out her fingers and stirred the water, causing ripples on the surface.
After a burst of ripples, the water surface returned to calm, and Mrs. Michelle in the reflection turned into a beautiful woman who looked less than 20 years old.
"Xiaoju, I'm leaving. Don't miss me. Remember to take good care of Effie, okay?"
At this time, the extremely beautiful Mrs. Michelle smiled brightly and playfully touched the hair on Xiaoju's back.
Xiaoju pulled her head out from under the blanket and rubbed the tip of her nose against Mrs. Michelle's outstretched fingers.
At this time, the fingers that Mrs. Michelle stretched out were snow-white and her skin was delicate. She didn't look like an old lady at all.
The only flaw was that there were large black marks on her back hidden under her robe.
Mrs. Michelle gently touched Xiaoju's moist nose with her thumb, then raised her index finger and scratched Xiaoju's head.
"You are free, but Effie is in your hands."
Mrs. Michelle smiled and spoke frankly.
There was a hint of reluctance in Xiaoju's round eyes, and a cat's tear flowed from them.
The tear condensed into a small transparent crystal diamond and fell right on Mrs. Michelle's index finger.
"Why are you crying? There is always a time to face the facts. Keep avoiding them is not a solution.
Don't you always want to run away from home? After Effie is safe, you can go and play with other cats as you like."
Mrs. Michelle took the crystal diamond from her finger and comforted Xiaoju.
Xiaoju meowed and turned her head away, and didn't turn back until Mrs. Michelle pushed open the door and walked away.
"Bitch, what about the lifetime you promised
You are cool and free, but what about me
Can I really just walk away?"
A voice like that of a little boy came out of Xiaoju's mouth. It kept staring in the direction where Mrs. Michelle left, feeling sad.
Xiaoju walked to the familiar food bowl and took two bites of the dried, unpalatable cat food.
"You are such a stingy woman, you are such a money-hungry woman, you have money but you don't spend it, will you die if you buy me some better cat food?"
After finishing the cat food on the plate, Xiaoju twisted her chubby body and disappeared into the fog.
——
Mysterious Investigation Bureau Mooney Underground Headquarters
Jobtran made division of labor arrangements with the investigators willing to participate in this operation.
Each group will be responsible for a neighborhood.
When they encounter mysterious enemies, they will use a bamboo whistle to notify investigators in nearby blocks to come for support.
Just when everything was ready, the faces of everyone present changed.
They clearly sensed a hint of provocation in the air.
It was an arrogant declaration of war, just like a thief sending a warning letter before taking action. Moreover, the target of provocation was not only the Yellow Group, but even the most mysterious forces in the Muni black market had received this information.
The Cthulhu Cult declared to all the major forces in Munihei without any measure,
"The war has begun!"
Note 1: Wikipedia - Black Death