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"..."
Klein was depressed for a while before asking what was going on outside.
"Some fanatical followers of the cult suddenly went crazy tonight for some unknown reason. Some set fire to themselves on the street, some broke into other people's homes with sharp knives and killed others, and some took advantage of the chaos to perform evil rituals."
As Brett spoke, he described the chaotic situation to Klein tonight.
The local police station is seriously short of manpower, and they also need to send people to help.
Except for Brett and Klein, the rest of the night squad are busy outside right now.
"Didn't you apply for support from above?"
"Yes, it will take two or three days for them to arrive."
Klein fell silent. A lot of things can change in two or three days.
……
Backlund, Queens.
The crimson moon hangs high tonight, and the gentle moonlight like fine gauze spreads to the window, listening to the voice telling stories from inside the room.
"I recently thought of a very interesting story called Little Blue Riding Hood and his Grandma Wolf."
"It is said that there is a small wooden house deep in the forest. There lives a little boy who likes to wear a blue hat and a grandmother who likes to go out late at night."
"The little boy likes to play with the animals in the forest during the day. Because he goes out wearing a blue hat every day, he is called Little Blue Hat by the animals there."
"At night, Little Blue Riding Hood can only stay in the wooden house and look at the outside world through the window, because his grandmother does not allow him to go out when the moon rises, saying that the forest at night is full of dangers."
"Little Blue Riding Hood was very obedient at first, but then he gradually couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart. Why can't he go out at night, but grandma can?"
"Finally one night, Little Blue Riding Hood followed grandma secretly when she was going out. He wanted to know why grandma went out every night and didn't come back until very late."
"He followed and followed. After following for a long distance, the grandmother in front of him suddenly changed in the moonlight. She grew sharp claws, scary wolf teeth, her body was covered with white hair, and her arms and feet evolved into a wolf. His limbs and head also turned into the shape of a wolf’s head.”
"Then Little Blue Riding Hood knew that his grandmother would transform from a human into a wolf on a moonlit night."
"He followed the wolf grandmother in despair, trying to understand where the wolf grandmother wanted to go.
do what."
"He followed him from the dense forest to the plain. Grandma Wolf, who had been moving forward, finally stopped. She looked up to the sky and howled at the moon. Hundreds of wolves gathered from all over the plain."
"Then, Grandma Wolf led the hundreds of wolves and began to dance in the bright moonlight. The scene of jumping around completely shocked Little Blue Riding Hood."
"He was very sad and confused, and finally couldn't help but ran out and asked his wolf grandmother about the situation."
"Little Blue Riding Hood's grandmother told him that she slept in the wooden house during the day just to recharge her spirits, and then dance with her own tribe in the evening."
"In the end, Little Blue Riding Hood also joined the dancing team and danced happily together. In this way, Little Blue Riding Hood was very happy no matter day or night. From then on, Little Blue Riding Hood and his wolf grandma lived a happy life in the forest."
Hastur sat on the sofa opposite the mirror, slowly telling the short story he promised Sharon to enjoy.
"..."
In the mirror, Sharon had already revealed her figure, looking at Hastur blankly.
Hasta smiled and winked and said, "How about it? Isn't the story I told you interesting?"
"..."
Sharon still didn't speak, but looked into Hastur's eyes, and a flame gradually rose up.
At this moment, she really wanted to have a pair of ears that had never heard this story.
What little blue hat and grandma wolf!
Shouldn't it be Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?
And Little Red Riding Hood is a girl, right?
When did her grandmother turn into a wolf?
What about a group of wolves dancing in the moonlight?
What a picture that should be!
Little Blue Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf live a happy life?
How can there be happiness in such a messy life?
Sharon just felt that there was something wrong with this story!
This was not the fairy tale she wanted at all!
What a hodgepodge of dark stories!
"..."
Sharon opened her mouth, but still no words came out.
She didn't know where to evaluate this story for a moment.
"Miss Sharon, what's wrong with you? Why don't you give me a reaction?"
Hastur was all smiles, as though he wanted to take credit for the story.
"..."
Sharon glanced at Hastur with a complicated expression, hesitated for a while and said, "I can't comment on your story."
"Did I tell a bad story?"
"..."
Sharon didn't answer, she wanted to get angry for no reason. This story couldn't be described as bad!
She had heard Bernadette's version of the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
It was precisely because she had heard it that she couldn't stand such a confusing story.
She was curious, how could a man as knowledgeable as Hastur tell such a story?
"You did it on purpose! Or accidentally!"
Sharon's voice was very cold, and the cold December wind blowing from the mirror seemed to come from the Northern Ice and Snow Kingdom.
Chapter 147 Sharon learns to cheat
"I was careless on purpose."
Feeling the biting cold air, Hastur curled up his neck slightly, sat upright, and answered honestly.
"..."
The coldness that Sharon had accumulated weakened a lot at this moment.
She took a deep breath, her pretty face turned cold, her beautiful eyes turned sinister, and she said coldly: "You mean, you are deliberately telling me this kind of story?"
"This is not perfunctory, I also made it up very carefully."
"……fake?"
"Yes, except for what happened in reality, basically all stories are compiled by humans. Recording them completely based on facts is called history."
"You're very quibbling."
Sharon finally figured out that it was difficult for her to catch Hastur's shortcomings on this kind of issue, and he indeed deliberately made up this confusing story.
Is this to avenge yourself for teasing him last time?
Thinking of the last time I took advantage of playing games to draw a cat face on Hastur's face, I felt much better instantly.
Finally, she said, "This story doesn't work. Think of a new one."
Hastur said with a smile: "Okay, it just takes a little time."
"how long?"
"Half an hour."
"..."
Sharon just felt that Hastur's smiling face was a bit in need of a beating at the moment.
"Then hurry up and write."
After saying these words, Miss Sharon's figure disappeared from the mirror.
On the sofa, Hasta kept a faint smile on his face, but he wanted to laugh out loud in his heart.
God knows how uncomfortable it was for him to hold back his laughter just now. Things like Little Blue Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf were all improvised by him to amuse Sharon.
Who asked her to draw a cat face on her face last time?
And it’s interesting to see the obvious emotional ups and downs on Sharon’s puppet-like face.
After a while, Hastur, who barely calmed down, came to his desk and began to compose a short story.
If there was no Russell in front of him, he could make up many fairy tales, but in order not to conflict with the stories told by Russell, he could only tell some fairy tales localized in the mysterious world.
And this does take some time, half an hour is still slightly enough for him.
After about twenty minutes, he had already conceived a brand new story, which should also suit Sharon's preferences.
When the time came to about half an hour, Hasta walked from the desk to the sofa, looked at the empty mirror, and shouted: "Miss Sharon, are you still there?"
The smooth mirror surface flashed slightly, and Sharon's figure did not appear, but only used a ray of light to indicate that she had not left yet.
Is this because you are angry about the story you just told?
Hastur also felt that the messy story was really annoying.
He sat on the sofa, spread the piece of paper on his lap, collected his thoughts and said, "The story I'm telling this time is called Pinocchio."
Just the title of the story made Sharon reveal herself from the mirror, but she did not speak to disturb Hasta at this moment, for fear of disturbing the story he was going to tell next.
"In a distant country, in a slum on the outskirts of the city, there lived a family of five: parents and three children, two boys and one
girl. "
"My father works as a manual worker in a nearby factory, and my mother makes some matchboxes at home and sells them to support the family. Although life is hard, the family is united and working together for a good life, which is quite happy."
"After the three children grew up, the girl stayed at home to help her mother with simple household tasks. The older boy had already followed his father's example and worked outside to make money. The younger boy was younger and was taking handicraft classes outside. "