I’m Not Shouldering This Blame Chapter 74: Graffiti

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The other side of the earth on the other side of the ocean is the city of Bongoro in Marseille.

Knee-deep snow covered the lawn, and the snow solidified in the air, showing a strange scene.

This is a deserted world, a remnant of reality, and a **** of despair.

The smell of blood was in the air, and the man wearing the windshield cut two pieces of meat on the monster's leg with a knife. As soon as it was wrapped in kraft paper, a vague black shadow hit in the wind and snow.

The man jumped away quickly.

Snowflakes in mid-air stained his coat-the abandoned world that maintains this severe weather, it is difficult for people to hide their tracks. The footprints left by the snow that I walked on were concealed, and the solidified snowflakes in the air smashed away and disappeared.

The shadow that attacked just now is no exception.

A trace running down from a high altitude is like someone using an eraser to wipe out a blank space on a graffiti full of snowflakes. Follow the trail to see the end, a black sharp-toothed bird stopped on the corpse superior.

It lowered its head to reach the wound of the dead monster, followed by spreading its wings, and let out a sharp and excited cry.

"Corps?!"

The man took two steps back in horror, stretched out his hand, and disappeared without a trace.

The sharp-toothed bird's eyes squinted. It has lost another source of **** smell, but such a large amount of food is enough for it to have a full meal, and the corpse crows contentedly bites the meat.

Black sharp-toothed birds flew in one after another, and soon there were seven or eight on the corpse, and there was a scramble for eating. They showed their sharp claws on their wings, exposed their blood-stained teeth, and made a threatening cry.

The small corpse crow will consciously hang down its wings, give up the fight, and bite the parts with poorer flesh instead.

If they are evenly matched, the two sharp-toothed birds will go to war directly on the corpse, and the feathers will fly around, and the screams will be endless. The corpse crow is a kind of social creatures that gather together as a family unit. When looking for food, they often encounter the same kind of different ethnic groups, and often conflicts.

When they are fierce, they will fight desperately until one of the wings breaks or they are unable to stand up.

At this time, the corpse crows who are always "gathering and watching" will stop eating, flapping their wings and flying to the side with the loser, giving up the right to eat.

The winner yelled two loudly, followed by its sharp hooked feet, directly piercing the loser’s neck, and tearing apart the feathers with the gurgling dark red blood. Losers share food.

There are many types of monsters in Abandoned World, but there are only a handful of species that will eat the same kind.

Several corpse crows left contentedly, and the loser's companion continued to fly down to eat, without even looking at the remains of the tragic relatives.

When the surroundings calm down again, the "sky snow scene" in front of me has been wiped out by the corpse crow.

A group of chiseling gophers burrows out of the snow and pounces on the remaining food.

One of them ran into an invisible obstacle, fell into a snowdrift, and smashed into a deep pit. It crawled out and tried to take two steps toward it. Its beard trembled, desperately sniffing the air. smell.

The cold of Bongoro City made the gopher's movements awkward and sluggish.

The nasal cavity was so cold that there was only a feeling of coldness. The gopher turned his head and crawled to the place where the same kind of dinner was. Suddenly a strong force came from behind it, which smashed the mouse's spine accurately and fiercely.

When it was about to scream, its body sank into the snow with this force, and a ball of snow poured in with its mouth open, and the squeaking screams turned into dull noises.

The gophers have a keen hearing. They turned their heads, only to see a similar species fluttering in the snow, as if they were just like before, they turned their heads uninterestingly, and continued to tear their food.

Each gopher was the size of a domestic cat, and the remains of the corpse crow and the leftover monster corpses were quickly wiped out by them. When they were about to evacuate, some of the mice found that the stupid mouse "playing with the snow" had disappeared. There was only a deep hole left in the same place with a few drops of solidified dark red blood.

——There are enemies hidden nearby!

The gopher squeaked, looking around vigilantly, searching around.

But the murderer they were looking for had already gone far with the "trophies".

Federico Morenza walked all the way to his door, looked around and found no danger, only then walked to the small door next to the garage, and knocked a few rhythmically as agreed.

He lowered his head to take out the key and opened the door.

He didn't remove the spatial ability during the whole process, so in the eyes of others, it was a row of shoe prints printed on the thin snow extending to the door, breaking up the snowflakes in the air, and finally the "invisible man" entered the door.

——Severe weather is really the biggest distraction when space supersists want to hide.

However, Federico is not worried that these traces will attract the attention of other abilities, because there is a fourteen-year-old boy waiting for him to return in his garage.

This is the future American hero and savior... After all these titles, Johnson Brown is now the snow blower at the house of Uranus superstar Morenza.

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

He remained motionless, until the "Invisible Man" walked in, removed the space power that was covering him, took off the windshield and hat, and revealed his blond, blue-eyed, rugged wild charm face, Johnson walked from the dark. Came out.

"Good evening, little John."

Federico threw the gopher he was holding on the ground.

The young man stretched his head and glanced with some fear, then stepped on sheepskin boots that were more than a size bigger, rushing to the garage door, staring at the footprints outside and the area where the snowflakes disappeared in midair.

The invisible wind rolls up the snow and gently wipes away the footprints.

The wind knead the falling snowflakes, just mix them again, and then evenly scatter them in front of your eyes. The blank area has been filled, extending all the way to hundreds of meters away. If someone chased the blank traces left by Federico, they could only come to this neighborhood full of rich and famous people, and then get lost in the intricate blank trails.

Snowflakes will break up, not only with supernatural powers, but also with monsters.

The gopher can dig a hole, the corpse crow can fly, and the gibbon climbs a tree and walks on the roof. It is normal that the blank mark is broken, not surprising.

Johnson, like a maze game, pulled several blank tracks to the roof or next to the drainage manhole cover.

Obviously no one came after him, but he imagined several kinds of monsters running around in the block. It doesn't matter if the "smear" is crooked, the wind power is erased and changed.

Johnson also imagined a group of "maze" people, confidently analyzing the traces of the monsters, and finally walked to the "dead road" in disappointment, looking extremely depressed.

"Good job."

The sound coming from behind shocked Johnson's abilities. The blank track rubbed the roof of a villa, drawing a parabola, and falling on a big tree.

"..."

The jumping ability of this gibbon is a bit amazing!

Federico stood behind the teenager and patted Johnson on the shoulder: "Close the door, you will catch a cold."

"It will be fine soon." Johnson said.

He used the wind power to sway the big tree, falling a lot of snow, and quickly replaced it with another tree, let the imaginary monkey jump over the row of trees in the block, and then Johnson reluctantly closed the door, and his own "Paintings" farewell.

Federick rubbed the boy's head: "Come here, we should have dinner."

"Every meal we eat is dinner." Johnson asked in a low voice.

"Because the time in this world does not move, it is always in the afternoon near the evening."

"But..."

Johnson hesitated for a while, still repeating the word "but", hesitantly not knowing what to say. He and Mr. Morenza have been in this strange place called the Abandoned World for a long time.

Five days, or one week?

Johnson is not clear, because of their lives, they eat when they are hungry and rest when they are sleepy.

Mr. Morensa's spatial power is very safe. Every time they sleep, they will enter the transparent cover. It's warm, and the monsters can't get in.

Sometimes Morenza will take him out to observe the ferocious monsters up close and see their physical characteristics and how they look when they attack. But this is very dangerous. Even if they are in space, monsters can touch the outline of "space", but they can't see or smell them.

If you are surrounded by monsters, after the power is exhausted, the space power will only die.

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

He wants to return to the city of Bangoro, where there are many people, there are TV shows, and there are Christmas music. Even if every door on the street is not opened to him, even if the talk show host on the TV screen likes to taunt the poor, even if he won't get gifts after the Christmas music ends, Johnson still misses the world without monsters.

The young man had seen the brutality of those creatures with his own eyes. Every time Federico went out, Johnson, who was waiting silently in the garage, couldn't sit still with anxiety.

Federico paused for a second and replied: "Anyone who tries to survive can go back."

"This place is called the desert world ast...Are we sinners exiled by God?" Johnson was very disturbed.

"Listen, Johnson, there is no **** in this world." Federico looked directly into the young man's horrified eyes, and said in a contemptuous tone that believers would be mad at hearing, "Even if there is, he can't see us."

Johnson, who came from a slum, didn't have much piety to God, but the nuns of the church had always treated him well, and he believed in God that he believed that those classmates who bullied him would be judged after death, and he would be comforted.

Growing up, after the age of self-deception, Johnson no longer believed in this, but the profound influence of the environment made the teenager startled by Federico's rude words.

"Mr. Morenza?"

"No, nothing!" Federico felt his gaffe.

If there is a **** in this world, who is a god?

"Nania Kea? Oh, stop kidding." Federico muttered to himself. He took off his coat, took two pieces of meat from the wrapped kraft paper, and put them in a basin to wash off with snow Blood water.

Johnson stood aside consciously.

"This is the meat of a wild boar. I was lucky today. It fell into the trap I dug. The meat on the thighs is sprinkled with black pepper, and it tastes good raw."

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

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