Chapter 1265 Burning Streets

Zhang Heng found Song Jia in the innermost cubicle of the women's restroom in the bar.

Fortunately, the translator just passed out. Zhang Heng checked her roughly and found that there was nothing serious about her body, so he woke her up. As a result, Songjia looked confused and couldn't remember what happened before. .

Her memory stopped at washing her hands after going to the toilet, and she didn't know that she had actually walked through the door of hell.

If the guy who calls himself Nyarlathotep hadn't originally planned to stuff the freshly baked spine into Zhang Heng's body without anyone knowing, Song Jia probably wouldn't have been left alive. He should still have a way to get things over tonight.

However, Zhang Heng was not without gains from his fight with Nyarlathotep this time.

The improvement of his water control ability was second to none. What was really important was that he got the last piece of the puzzle about his life experience from Nyarlathotep's mouth. Combined with the story told by Sarchus before, and Loki's presence before him. With the words he said before his death, he was finally able to initially restore what happened that year.

Of course, Zhang Heng did not think that Nyarlathotep was really as honest as he said and told everything frankly. In fact, almost all of Nyarlathotep's words in the previous conversation between the two were similar. It revolves around how to make him willingly accept that spine.

The role of that bloody gadget was obviously not just to help him resist the mental invasion of the owner of the city under the ice. Zhang Heng believed that Nyarlathotep also concealed some other things, but on the other hand, in order to let him With the spine embedded in his body, Nyarlathotep is indeed unprecedentedly candid about other things.

Of course, the most important thing is the attitude shown by Nyarlathotep. He acted very confident from beginning to end. He seemed to be convinced that Zhang Heng had no other way to go except accepting his proposal, even in Zhang Heng clearly rejected him, and after the two met again, he left a message warning Zhang Heng not to go to the city under the ice.

It seems that in Nyarlathotep's view, the separation of the two does not mean that they have become enemies. There will definitely be a day when they meet again, and on that day, Zhang Heng will believe what he said before Those words, reaccept that spine.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Jia asked when Zhang Heng frowned.

"It's nothing, it's almost dawn, I'll drive you home first," Zhang Heng said.

"Oh, okay, please excuse me." Songjia stood up from the ground. When she thought about sleeping in the toilet for so long, her cheeks felt hot. Sure enough, being drunk would do nothing good.

As a result, as soon as she got up, another female bartender walked in from the outside. The female bartender saw Zhang Heng was stunned. After about two seconds, she stuck her head out and looked at the sign above to confirm that this was indeed the place. In the women's restroom, the look towards Zhang Heng and Song Jia became a little strange.

Songjia knew what the other party was thinking, because she should have had similar thoughts when she saw this scene, but she couldn't explain it at this time, so she had to lower her head and quickly left the women's room behind Zhang Heng. .

Zhang Heng drove Songjia's off-road vehicle back to her residence, and then went back to the hotel to sleep. After a hard night, he also felt a little tired. In addition, he got some information from Satchus and Nyarlathotep. The news also needs to be digested slowly, but this will happen later.

Zhang Heng originally thought that he would sleep until noon, but he didn't expect that not long after he lay down, he opened his eyes again. However, he looked at his right hand and found that the starfish he had been wearing was not there. At the same time, there was light shining through the gap in the curtain outside the window.

Zhang Heng walked to the bedside, opened the window, and saw that the entire street was burning. There were flames everywhere he looked. The shops, cars, and trees on the street were all set on fire. Even the hotel room he was in was on fire. There was a burnt smell.

The fire was approaching his bedroom on the second floor. The fire was fierce. Zhang Heng got dressed and did not go to the stairs because it was already surrounded by flames. He climbed directly through the window and landed on the ground.

Although Greenland's public finances are average and various departments providing public services seem to be somewhat understaffed, it is still very strange to see no firefighting personnel when the fire is already so serious. Zhang Heng looked up and almost saw There are no houses that are not burning anymore, and many houses are far apart from each other. It is not clear how the fire spread.

What’s even stranger is that even if the fire fighters don’t come, there’s no reason for the locals to just watch their houses continue to burn. In fact, Zhang Heng found that he didn’t see anyone on the street at all until he walked out for about five minutes. Ten meters away, he came to a crossroads and finally saw a person, but Zhang Heng could no longer ask anything out of his mouth.

Because the poor guy was surrounded by fire. Although he was still running, he looked like a blazing torch. Before he could cross the intersection, he fell to the ground and climbed a few steps forward. , and finally never moved again.

This was obviously an extremely tragic scene, but Zhang Heng did not see any painful expression on the face of the guy who was burned to death. On the contrary, the eyes of the torch man were full of joy and madness. This expression was not unfamiliar to Zhang Heng. Because that’s what those fanatics looked like in the art museum before.

Zhang Heng seemed to have thought of something and raised his eyebrows. Then he stepped over the corpses on the ground and continued to walk forward. Five minutes later, he finally encountered a new living person, and this time there was more than one.

There were three young people and an old man. The three young men were completely dressed as students, but they were holding torches and gasoline instead of books, while the old man was holding a shotgun.

They seemed to be playing a happy game. The old man used a shotgun to blow open a student's head, while the other two students poured gasoline on him. The old man turned the gun and killed another student. , but another student finally struck a match and lit the old man on fire, causing the latter and the street to burn together.

At the same time, the student picked up the shotgun that the old man had dropped on the ground, and aimed it at Zhang Heng, who was walking towards him. However, when he raised the shotgun, the shadow of the Chinese was lost in front of him.

Zhang Heng randomly picked up a broken lamp tube from the roadside, stabbed the end with sharp glass shards into the neck of the last student, and continued walking forward without looking at the other student's body.

Finally at the end of the street, he saw a figure.

The figure was sitting on a throne made of piled corpses, looking down at him like a king. At the same moment, Zhang Heng also looked up at the person on the throne. Their eyes met, and Zhang Heng saw that figure. The man surprisingly had a face exactly like his.

No, to be more precise, the person sitting on the throne now is him, but the twinkling look in his eyes is completely different from his, full of indescribable terror.