HCB Chapter 193
Chapter 193
Kafka slowly opened his eyes. There was silence all around. White and slightly yellowish light was dimly projected in from outside the curtain. The scene in front of him changed from blurry to clear, and his thoughts gradually became clear.
This is a single-family villa on the edge of the town of New Babylon. Compared with the high-rise buildings and busy traffic in the center of the town, the single-family villa on the edge looks like an abandoned haunted house in the mountains and old forests.
There is only a concrete road in front of the villa that has been in disrepair for a long time. The potholes on the road look like dirt roads washed away by heavy rains. On both sides of the road are sycamore trees with a sense of autumn, and scattered leaves are piled on both sides of the road.
The furnishings in the room were very simple, including a round table covered with a red tablecloth, a chair, a huge full-length mirror and a hanger with a coat. Kafka opened the curtains, and outside the window was warm yellow sunshine and hazy rain.
Rainy days are rare in New Babylon, especially the rainy season that lasts for two days. The pattering rain was filled with chill, and a hazy layer of fog formed on the edge of the window. She stretched out her fingers and touched it, and found that the temperature was extremely low.
Kafka took off her lace pajamas, folded them and put them in the closet. Hanging in the closet were two white shirts and a red dress. They were custom-made in a clothing store yesterday, but she rarely had the chance to wear them.
Every demon hunter in New Babylon has his own preferences, not because New Babylon has a certain artistic atmosphere and an open and free atmosphere, but because when people don't feel fear, they will be dominated by desire and pleasure. In the end Degenerate into demons, without exception.
Appropriate interests and hobbies are one of the few ways that demon hunters can suppress their desires and pleasures. Although those so-called interests are all kinds of weird, they are very useful.
Taking advantage of the dim light shining into the room from the window, she put on her shirt and buttoned it one by one, humming some kind of violin music. Finally, she connected her tights and stockings with cross straps, put on her leather boots and pushed the door open to leave. .
There was a red sports car parked in front of the villa. She held an umbrella and walked around to the driver's door, opened the door and got in the car. She put the closed umbrella on the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, and pressed the start button. Then he looked at the sycamore trees all over the ground through the car window and was silent for a few seconds.
The lights of the red sports car roared on, and colorful raindrops floated in the incandescent lights. Kafka expertly put the car into gear and stepped on the accelerator.
The sports car roared out of the small courtyard in front of the villa, slowly opened the hood in the pouring rain, and disappeared at the end of the concrete road.
Violin music was playing on the music channel, and the oncoming rain was blown away by the wind. Only scattered water droplets splashed on her sunglasses. She drove at a fast but not thrilling speed, like the wind pushing a canoe gliding on the water.
Just when the violin music was about to reach its climax, the phone rang, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen of the phone, which was ringing in joy at the moment.
She leaned forward slightly and pressed the music pause button, picked up the mobile phone on the center console, put it to her ear, and answered the call.
"I am Kafka." Kafka's words were brief. She looked straight at the road ahead, and the windshield wipers wiped away the winding rainwater on the car window.
"Um...are you driving?" The person on the other end of the phone clearly heard the roar of the convertible sports car driving in the rain.
"Well, it doesn't matter." Kafka replied calmly.
"Show your virtue." The man seemed to think that what he said was not detailed enough, and added, "The great lord shows his virtue. The latest reward is 8 million from the Security Bureau."
"Has the great lord Shide also degenerated into a demon?" Kafka controlled the car to cut corners at high speed, and the tires rubbed against the concrete road, emitting white smoke.
"Think about it, it's only a matter of time. Sitting on the highest place and looking up at the world, the desire for power and wealth makes people sink deeper and deeper into it."
"Have you been to the Immortal Boat Alliance recently?" the woman then asked.
"Well, how do you know?" Kafka said casually.
"Please, the spaceships we provide you are temporarily rented, and they are all equipped with GPS positioning systems. The last source of the signal before the spaceship disappeared was near Luofu, the Fairy Boat Alliance. Is it possible that you, the old man, are still wearing a spacesuit to travel the universe? "The woman sighed deeply, hesitated for a few seconds and then spoke again,
"Are the people of Plenty different from us?"
"They don't have three heads and six arms, and they don't have any weird shapes, but they seem to prefer to call themselves immortal species. The people of abundance are regarded by them as the remnants of abundance. The so-called demon body is similar to the situation of degenerating into a demon, but it is different." Kaif Ka glanced at the navigator and saw that the destination was still ten minutes away, so chatting with her to kill some time was a good choice.
"A hunting fairy boat, but it seems that there are differences in the beliefs of the fairy boat alliance. I heard that the handsome guys from the fox tribe there have fluffy tails and furry ears. You know, I have always had a soft spot for men with animal ears. Very high opinion...that's my only preference."
"Well, the hunting Lan and the immortal dragon, the four immortal boats of Luofu, Cangcheng, Fanghu and Yuque regard immortality as their orthodox beliefs. Yaoqing and Zhu Ming still believe in hunting, and the immortal boat of Yuque believes in Bo Shi Zun. There are many people, but belief in immortality has gradually become the mainstream." Kafka said softly.
"The immortal dragon... it is said that he has fallen, but it seems that his wife is still sitting in the fairy boat, in charge of the Dragonborn, and is the immortal envoy. She is really heroic. In fact, I am also very interested in my wife sister. How about you get married next time..."
Kafka hung up the phone and threw the phone on the passenger seat.
The sports car rushed out of the forest path and ran along the huge lake for a short distance. A high-rise building appeared in front of it. Commercial advertisements were played on the screen of the building. The car flowed on the road like water. It was bustling with people, the city's architecture and several buildings. The deep mountains and old forests were completely different minutes ago.
Looking at the skyline gradually disappearing in the clouds, Kafka felt a touch of sadness in his heart. He couldn't explain the reason. He didn't know whether he felt sadness or happiness. He just felt that somewhere in a certain corner of the universe, there was and... People like her were staring at the clouds, tears falling.
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