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Chapter 87 The stage for raising the thread (3)(2/2)

 Speaking, the investigator’s subordinate immediately raised his finger!

 When all the investigators looked at it, they all took a breath of cold air.

I saw that the girl's body, which was originally placed on a sofa, was actually sitting up at this time. Her face was obviously pale, her chest was obviously stained with large amounts of blood, and she was obviously no longer breathing!

 The girl's neck was turning like a rusty gear at this time!

Suddenly, Hua Ying opened her eyes, and her lips curved in a strange arc. The body of the girl who opened her eyes showed a strange smile to the investigators!

 “You...you’re not dead?”

【Hua Ying】 still maintained a weird smile, and her opened pupils were even changing crazily at this time. What’s more, the marks of a cross star actually appeared in the pupils!

 At the same time, the space in the room began to distort!

Twisted vortices as tall as one person after another began to fill all parts of the room... I saw bald guys with terrifying cerebral cortexes poking their heads out of these twisted vortices!

In an instant, the investigators felt chills on their backs!

They didn't even have time to panic. They instinctively took out their pistols and pointed them at the many guys who appeared from the twisted vortex. But soon, a twisted vortex appeared under their feet, and their black arms were like shadows, extremely fast.

The ground crawled up their bodies!

 Finally, the investigator was directly tightened by the shadow-like arms, covering his mouth and nose, and then dragged into the whirlpool little by little!

 The people here even include the assistant of Lord Durand!

 Until, with fearful eyes, they were finally dragged into the whirlpool and disappeared.

The weird smile on [Hua Ying]'s face suddenly faded. She slowly stood up, reached out and pulled out the dagger from her chest, and threw it on the ground.

 “I can’t wait any longer...”

 One...weird frog-like guys quickly walked out from her side.

At this time, the whirlpool began to gather together and gradually expanded... The whirlpool first swallowed the room, then the door of the room, and then the corridor.

 It continues to expand!

 …

 …

He sat in an inconspicuous place in the corner with his eyes closed, as if no one paid special attention to his existence. Even the fact that he followed Angel Grabe into the video hall began to be forgotten.

.

 But at this moment, the ordinary-looking man slowly opened his eyes.

"The feeling of hatred has appeared again...and it's right here." The man frowned, "But it's okay, since it shows up on its own initiative..."

 …

 Behind the stage.

The staff clapped their hands vigorously and said, "Everyone, although a lot of things have happened, the ceremony is about to begin... Okay, now, all the participating girls come to me! The first section after the ceremony begins,

You need a collective appearance...brace yourselves!"

Despite the staff shouting very hard, the spirits of the Saint Maiden candidates were obviously not high at this time, and they even seemed to be dragging their feet when they were concentrating.

The staff didn't care about this and had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "I'm going to call the roll now! The first one is Yulia!"

Not surprisingly, as the most popular candidate this year, Yulia was the first to be named, and everyone even thought there was something wrong with it.

 “First, Yulia! Yulia?”

 The staff just shouted several times in succession, but there was no response.

 “What’s going on? Is Yulia not here?”

 A girl hesitated and said at this time: "Senior Yulia, it seems that I haven't seen anyone...at least so far, I haven't seen her. Maybe she...hasn't come?"

 The voice of discussion.

 Yulia was not present?

 This is not okay. As the most popular player, if he cannot be present, the staff cannot imagine how angry the group of spectators outside who have become irritable because they are not allowed to enter will be.

“Yuliya!” The staff member shouted again without giving up: “Are you here or not? If you don’t show up, I’m afraid I will disqualify you!”

 “Coming, coming, coming!”

At this moment, the door to the backstage rest room suddenly opened, and a girl holding a long skirt and a piece of bread in her mouth hurriedly ran in.
Chapter completed!
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