MTL - I’m Not Shouldering This Blame-Chapter 74 Graffiti

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The other side of the ocean on the other side of the ocean, Bangorlo City, Masai.

The knee-deep snow covered the lawn, and the snow solidified in mid-air, showing a strange scene of reading;

Here is the abandonment of the world, the shadow of reality, and the desperate hell.

The air was filled with **** smell. The man with the windshield cut two pieces of meat on the monster's leg with a knife. Just wrapped in kraft paper, the wind and snow hit a vague black shadow.

The man responded agilely.

Snowflakes in the air are on his coats – the abandoned world that sustains this bad weather, it is difficult for people to hide the trail. The footprints left by the snow that passed through were covered up, and the frozen snow in the air was gone.

The shadow of the attack just now is no exception.

A trace that traversed from a high altitude, like someone using an eraser to wipe out a blank on a graffiti-painted graffiti, following the trajectory to see the end, a black toothed bird resting on the body.

It bowed to the dead monster's wound, followed by the wings, and made a sharp excitement.

"The corpse?!"

The man stunned two steps backwards and reached out, and the whole person disappeared without a trace.

The toothed bird's eyes groaned, and it lost another source of **** smell, but such a large amount of food was enough for it to eat a meal, and the corpse was satisfied with the burying of the meat.

Black toothed birds flew in succession, and soon seven or eight were stopped on the body, and they rushed to eat and eat. They show the claws on their wings, revealing blood-stained teeth and threatening.

The small corpse will consciously hang its wings, give up the competition, and turn to bite the poor meat.

If they are evenly matched, the two sharp-toothed birds will fight directly on the body, and the feathers will fly, and the sharp screams will endless. The corpse is a group of living creatures that gather together on a family basis. When searching for food, they often encounter similar groups of different ethnic groups, and conflicts often occur.

When they are fierce, they will fight hard until one of their wings breaks or they can't stand up.

At this time, the corpse, who was always on the side of the "meal and onlookers", stopped the action of eating, and flew to the side with the same group of losers, giving up the right to eat.

The victor’s high-pitched horn was called two, followed by its sharp-clawed claws, which directly pierced the loser’s neck, and smashed the dark red blood, tore the feathers, and divided the losers. food.

There are many kinds of monsters in the world, but there are only a handful of species that can be eaten.

Several corpses were dissatisfied and left, and the companions of the losers continued to fly down to eat. They did not even look at the murderous relatives.

When the surrounding area calms down again, the "sky snow scene" in front of the eyes has been smeared by the corpse.

A group of chisels dig out snow and pounce on the remaining food.

Among them, only one hit the invisible obstacle, fell into the snow, and pulled out a deep pit. It climbed out and tried to walk two steps out there. The beard shook and threw the taste of the air.

The coldness of Bangolo City made the movement of the hamster become clumsy and dull.

The nasal cavity was frozen, leaving only the feeling of coldness. The chiseling mouse turned to the place of the same kind of dinner. At this moment, there was a strong force behind it, and it was squatting on the spine of the mouse.

When it was screaming, the body fell into the snow with this force, and the open mouth was filled with snow, and the screaming became a dull sound.

The chisels were acutely alert. They turned their heads and saw only one of them in the snow. It seemed to be the same as before. They turned their heads boringly and continued to tear the food.

Each hamster has the same size as a domestic cat, and the corpse wreckage and the leftover monster corpse are quickly swept away by them. When the evacuation was ready, only the stupid mouse that the mouse found "playing snow" disappeared. There was only one deep pit left in the place, and a few drops of solid dark red blood.

- Hidden enemies nearby!

The chisels screamed, and the police looked around and searched around.

However, the murderers they were looking for had already run away from the "trophy."

Federico Morenza had been walking to his doorstep and looked around for no danger. He went to the small door next to the garage and knocked it a few times according to the rhythm.

He lowered his head and took the key and opened the door.

Throughout the process, he did not remove the space power, so in the eyes of others, a row of shoes printed on thin snow extended to the door, smashed the snow in the air, and finally the "invisible man" entered the door.

- Severe weather is the biggest disruption when space abilities want to hide.

However, Federico did not worry that these traces would attract the attention of other abilities, because in his garage, there is a 14-year-old boy waiting for him to come back.

This is the future American hero, savior... In addition to these titles, Johnson Brown is now the snow blower at the home of the superstar Morensa.

When the door was knocked, Johnson shrank behind the box.

He didn't move until the "invisible man" walked in, removed the space abilities that shrouded him, removed the windshield and hat, exposed the blonde blue eyes, and the rough wild glamour face, Johnson came out from the dark.

"Good evening, little John."

Federico threw the hamster in his hand and threw it on the ground.

The teenager looked at him with a little fear and then stepped on the sheepskin boots that were more than one size. He jingled to the garage door, stared at the footprints outside, and stared at the disappearance of the snow in midair.

The invisible wind rolled up the snow and gently wiped out the footprints.

The snow fluttering in the wind, stir them again, and evenly spread them in front of your eyes. The blank area has been filled and stretched all the way to a few hundred meters. If someone chased the blank traces left by Federico, they could only come to this block full of rich and famous people, and then lost in the intricate blank tracks.

Those who will scatter snowflakes are not only the abilities, but also the monsters.

The chiseling dig will dig holes, the corpse will fly, the gibbons climb the tree and go to the top of the building. It is normal to break the blank marks. It is not surprising.

Like the maze game, Johnson pulls a few blank tracks to the roof or to the drain cover.

Obviously no one has chased him, but he has fantasized about the scenes of several monsters running around in the neighborhood. It’s okay to “smear” and the wind can wipe away the changes.

Johnson also imagined that there were a group of "闯 闯 ”" people, confidently analyzing the monster trails, and finally disappointed to go to the "dead road", frustrated and incomparably.

"Good job."

The voice coming from behind, scared Johnson's ability to shake, the blank track rubbed the roof of a villa, drawn a parabola, and fell on a big tree.

"..."

The bounce ability of this gibbons is a bit amazing!

Federek stood behind the boy and patted Johnson's shoulder: "Take the door shut, you will catch a cold."

"It will be fine soon," Johnson said.

He shook the tree with wind power, dropped a lot of snow, and soon changed to another one, let the imaginary monkey skip the row of trees in the block, and then Johnson closed the door with his own paintings. "Farewell to reads;

Federico licked the head of a boy: "Come on, we should have dinner."

"We eat dinner every meal." Johnson whispered.

"Because the time in this world will not move, it will always be close to the evening in the afternoon."

"But..."

Johnson hesitated for a while, still repeating the word "but", and he didn't know what to say. He and Mr. Morensa have been in this strange place called the abandoned world for a long time.

Five days, still one week?

Johnson can't tell, because their lives, eat when they are hungry, and rest when they are sleepy.

Mr. Morenza is very safe in his space. Every time he sleeps, they will enter the transparent cover. Very warm, the monster can't come in.

Sometimes Morenza will also take him out to observe the ferocious monsters at a close distance, to see their physical features, and the appearance of the attack. But this is very dangerous. Even if you are in the space, the monsters can touch the outline of the "space", but they can't see or smell their smell.

If surrounded by monsters, the abilities will only die if the ability is exhausted.

"Mr. Morenza, can we go back?" Johnson hesitated for a long time and finally asked.

He wants to go back to the city of Bangolo, where there are many people, there are TV shows, and there is a world of Christmas music. Even if every door on the street doesn't open to him, even if the talk show host on the TV screen likes to ridicule the poor, even if he doesn't get a gift after the Christmas music, Johnson still misses the world without monsters.

The teenager saw the ferocity of those creatures with his own eyes. Every time Federek went out, Johnson, who was waiting in the garage, couldn’t sit still.

Federico paused for a second and replied: "People who are trying to survive can go back."

"This is called abandoning the world ast... Are we sinners exiled by God?" Johnson was very upset.

"Listen, Johnson, there is no **** in this world." Federico looked directly at the eyes of the teenager's fear, and said with a scornful scorn in a madman, "If there is, he can't see us."

The slum-born Johnson is not so devout to God, only the nuns of the church have always been good to him, and believe that God believes that those who bully him will be judged after death, which will make him feel comforted.

Gradually growing up, after the age of self-deception, Johnson is no longer convinced of this, but the profound impact of the environment, the teenager was shocked by Federic's rude words.

"Mr. Morenza?"

"No, nothing!" Federico felt his own gaffe.

If the world has God, who is God?

"Naniy Kaya? Oh, don't be kidding." Federek said to himself, he took off his coat, took two pieces of meat from the wrapped kraft paper, and washed it in the basin with snow.

Johnson stood consciously to the side.

"This is the meat of the wild boar. It is very lucky today. It fell into the trap I dug. The meat on the thigh is sprinkled with black pepper. The raw taste is good."

Federico was not in the mood to continue to say this delicious, the early appearance of the corpse, making him feel dangerous. Federek picked up the paper and pen and drew a picture for Johnson.

"Today we talk about this monster, it is a kind of bird..."