From the end of the world

Chapter 487: First Encounter with the Doomsday Weirdness 2
A night sky without stars and moon...

Such a monotonous and dark night sky is unusual, and it also makes me think. I have seen the same night sky in other places. Having said that, since this is an alien space, it is understandable that there are no stars and moon in the night sky. The moon is a satellite of the earth, and the stars are distant stellar bodies. Even if it is an open alien space, it is difficult to imagine that it has the scale of the universe.

After a brief thought, I pushed open the window and fired two fireballs toward the outside world, one of which shot upwards while the other explored the surrounding area.

Perhaps due to the chaos of space, the two fast-moving fireballs seemed to be constantly moving away from here, but their relative positions seemed to be erratic and sometimes close to me, and the information fed back through the connection was also noisy. Originally, I planned to turn the fireballs responsible for exploring the surrounding area into thousands or tens of thousands of "fireflies" to improve the exploration efficiency. In this case, I could only move forward slowly.

And with the light emitted by the fireball, I could see the scene of the urban area outside more and more clearly.

In a nutshell, this is a city of ruins.

I have watched quite a few horror movies about the zombie apocalypse in the past, and the impression of the city outside was like the scenery of 20 or 30 years after the zombie crisis, or like the Third World War had taken place. It was desolate and dilapidated, and a large number of urban buildings were damaged to varying degrees. Groups of vehicles were thrown on the road like abandoned old toys.

The house I am in is located in a residential building, about 14 or 15 stories high, with a residential area below. Untrimmed plants grow randomly from the green belt to the road, weeds grow in the cracks of the concrete road surface, and the exterior walls of the building are lushly covered with plants like creepers.

There are also some scattered things like human remains and skeletons scattered on the streets. Occasionally, you can catch a glimpse of suspicious shadows flashing from the dark corners, like humanoid monsters lurking in the shadows. But if you look closely, you will think it may be your own illusion, as there seems to be nothing there.

My intuition is that there won't be such a crude mistake. There must be a lot of unknown dangers lurking outside. At least, the owner of this house won't shut the doors and windows tightly in such a neurotic way without reason. Although no direct threat has been confirmed for the time being, we still can't take it lightly.

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly, an unusual change occurred.

I heard an extremely shrill and desperate scream, as if it came from far away. With my hearing ability in this body, I should be able to distinguish it clearly and analyze where it came from, but for some reason I couldn't tell it.

At the same time, as the fireball passed over the upper floors of a residential building in the distance, the fire illuminated the interior of one of the houses. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, I saw the shocking scene inside the house.

It should be a living room. In front of a floor-to-ceiling window, a man was sitting on a chair with a white cloth covering his body like a customer in a barber shop. Behind him stood a tall, blurry black figure, holding a pair of scissors and making movements like a barber.

However, there was no hair on the man's head. Not only that, even the skull was sawed into a bowl shape and thrown at his feet. The grayish-white brain tissue was exposed to the air with blood stains. The blood flowed down the man's forehead, making his face extremely terrifying and hideous. The blurry black tall figure was holding a pair of iron scissors covered with rust and blood stains, slowly cutting the man's brain tissue into pieces.

The man opened his mouth in fear and howled in horror. The scream I heard just now was probably from him. The white cloth on his body was stained with blood. He didn't look restrained in any way, but he seemed to be under a spell and couldn't escape. It seemed that only his facial muscles could move, and the only thing he was allowed to do was to stare with bloodshot eyes and howl.

I immediately controlled the fireball that had passed by my head and made it return to the direction of the house, while recalling the man's appearance. Although the man had a terrifying and hideous face, and his appearance was extremely distorted, and because his hair was removed along with his skull, it was more difficult to identify him, but if I recalled carefully, I felt that his appearance seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

Yes, that face, I am actually very familiar with it.

That seems... to be my face.

The fireball returned to the house in the distance, and I saw the scene there again. But this time, the scene did not appear in the living room, but on the window glass in front of me. Impossible, I had clearly pushed the window open just now. When was the window closed? No, that's not the problem. What happened in front of me made me unable to pay attention to anything else for a while.

I saw that this window glass was like a mirror in a barber shop, reflecting my current state. I didn't know when I was sitting on a chair, with a blood-stained white cloth in front of me, and my skull was sawed into a bowl shape and thrown at my feet, and the gray brain tissue had been cut into half.

Behind him stood a blurry tall black figure, holding a pair of iron scissors covered in rust and blood, with some brain tissue that looked like tofu dregs hanging on them.

The iron scissors continued to cut at the half-broken brain tissue.

I wanted to stand up, but I felt like my body was out of control. After all, the brain tissue had been cut into pieces, so it was normal for it to be unable to issue orders to the body. No wonder that person just now sat there obediently as if he had been hit by a spell.

Normally, I would not be able to stand in this state, and even my life would be lost. However, my body is nothing more than a mimicry to me, and so is my brain. At the same time, I don't have to rely on my brain to control my body. So I stood up quickly, and then kicked the blurry black tall figure behind me.

This tall black figure that looked like a ghost in a ghost story was not a real ghost, but a physical entity. I kicked it away. It knocked over the table and chairs in the distance and fell to the floor in a mess.

"You come up and open the skull of a stranger. Aren't the weirdos in your area a little too familiar?"

I was actually a little scared. Before I started as a demon hunter, I often investigated paranormal stories, but I had never encountered a real one. After that, most of the ones I encountered were straightforward conflicts, not paranormal story-style dangers.

In order to calm my fluctuating emotions, I spoke calmly while bending down to pick up my skull from the ground and reattaching it to my head.

After installing it, I felt like something seemed wrong. I rotated the skull slightly and adjusted the angle. Then I felt it fit perfectly and I felt relieved.

"Let me see what kind of monster you are," I said.

The other party fell quietly in the darkness, without making any response, and I didn't expect it to respond. From what I learned, not all strange things can speak human language. Rather, the strange things that can understand human language and thinking and communicate are a minority among the minority. Even for a strange thing like Silver Moon, there are many things that don't fit in with human thinking.

Most of the weird things are alien creatures like those in horror movies, or even unknown natural phenomena that are impossible to communicate with.

I moved the fireball closer, illuminating the opponent's location and also illuminating the opponent himself. Then, I could not help but fall into silence.

The person there was not the blurry black tall figure from before, and the iron scissors covered with rust and blood were also missing. Lying in the middle of the overturned table and chairs like a broken puppet was the body of the owner who had fallen at the door of the bedroom and had been rotting for who knows how long.

(End of this chapter)