It's not that the drama is bad, nor is it bad Shakespeare.
Some people like skinny, shouldn't others be allowed to like fat, tanks... Ahem, stop the car!
In short, everyone has their own preferences for carrots and vegetables. You watch your elegant art, and I watch my soap opera. No one can hinder the other, just enjoy it.
Well, that's not the point... The point is that there are people in the supposedly empty theater, a few Actors on the stage, and a sparse audience sitting in the auditorium. Both Actors and the audience are all keeping the same movement, motionless.
There were only a few lights on in the huge theater, and there were shadows and motionless people all around, making the scene very strange.
A strong rancid smell penetrated Mike's nose.
When was the last time you smelled this?
The grave was dug up in the cemetery, and I was caught with the corpse fetishist.
Mike frowned, covered his nose, and subconsciously took two steps back, while those who were motionless twisted their necks stiffly, their eyes always following Mike.
"Be buried in peace... Are you guys unable to hold down the coffin board?" The light was a little dim, but Mike's eyesight was good. These people, to be precise, were dead - some had just died, covered in blue and white purple, some had been dead for a while, and white maggots were crawling around in the empty eye sockets... It felt like Resident Evil.
Another killer?
However, Observation Haki did not sense other living people.
However, Mike did not relax his vigilance. After all, Observation Haki is not omnipotent. He just missed Ruben.
"Ouch!"
More than twenty zombies suddenly roared and rushed towards Mike in an extremely awkward posture. He was so frightened that he took out two guns from the space and fired decisively, overturning a skull with one shot.
"Didn't you say that the weak point of zombies is their heads?" Mike saw a zombie with no part above the upper jaw, but still rushed towards it.
"Fuck Fuck!"
The magazine is drilled, Mike throws away the pistol and takes out two more from the space - one of the invisible benefits of space is that as long as the stored guns are equipped with magazines, there is no need to consider the trouble of changing magazines.
System Space does not provide combat effectiveness, but it can improve combat effectiveness. It just depends on how you develop it. Just like there is no garbage Devil Fruit in One Piece, there are only garbage users.
Mike fired while walking away, always keeping a distance. This time he did not aim at the head, but at the knees.
"I don't care if you are immortal or not, your legs are gone, let's see how you run!"
Soon, after Mike emptied four more magazines, the zombies lost their lower legs. They still persisted in using their hands and thighs to crawl towards Mike. But compared with before, the speed was really slow!
Therefore, it is very important not to panic when facing the enemy. If you can't stab him to death, you can cut off his hands and feet. This is especially suitable when you don't have silver weapons and you encounter Vampire.
After Mike waited for a zombie to approach, he found something moving in his abdomen, and a purple-black vine suddenly shot towards Mike's face.
"Corpse Vine?"
The vigilant Mike dodged sideways and took out a small flamethrower for barbecue from the space - don't ask the precious System Space why he always keeps barbecue utensils. Do you understand the world of foodies?
The purple-black vines that looked wet were unexpectedly flammable. The wisteria whipped the ground like crazy, trying to extinguish the flames, but soon stopped moving and burned quietly until it turned into ashes.
There is a smell of burning methane in the air.
"More like animals than plants, its weakness is that it is extremely afraid of fire." Mike looked at the other zombies.
After he took out the flamethrower, the zombies began to turn around and crawl in the opposite direction.
"Hey hey hey, don't run. Didn't you have a great time chasing? Keep going." Mike held a flamethrower in his hand, smiled like a villain, and chased towards the zombies.
The empty theater is full of abnormal atmosphere.
One thing Mike didn't expect was that the enemy was very close to him, in a large potted plant in the theater.
Potted plants?
The killer's nickname is "Wizard". The only information provided by Winston is the name Wizard and a blurry back photo. It is very mysterious. It is said that he is proficient in Witchcraft and black magic. He is one of the strongest candidates for the killer of the Continental Hotel.
Wizard, named Disiketeriboka, calls himself the "God of Darkness".
Disiketeriboka is a descendant of the Maya people and lives in modern society just like ordinary people. During a trip, he came to Chichen Itza to make a pilgrimage to Kukulkan Pyramid. At the top altar, Disiketeriboka accidentally touched the mechanism and entered a secret room full of science fiction style.
In the secret room, Disiketeriboka found a strange vine. This vine danced like a tentacle monster. It was photophobic, carnivorous, especially humans, and intelligent. When the curious Disiketeriboka approached, it was parasitized by the vine and formed a parasitic relationship.
The vines inside the zombie body are branches of the main body. The main body can "resurrect" the corpse and control the corpse through the branches.
Disiketeriboka became a killer, satisfying the vine's appetite while simultaneously satisfying his own material desires.
At this time, Disiketeriboka was more like a living plant than a person, so Mike and Observation Haki could not sense his existence.
The ramets are constantly being burned to death by Mike. Every time a vine dies, the main body vine becomes anxious. The main body is like the queen ant, and the ramets are like worker ants, responsible for finding food for the queen.
Disiketeriboka's body is gradually losing control.
When ordinary people see zombies, regardless of whether they can defeat them or not, they are first frightened, and their strength and IQ plummet. Some even forget to escape or resist, and just scream and wait to die.
It's so damn cool to be so calm and then chase after someone like Mike... I strongly recommend seeing a psychiatrist.
According to Disiketeriboka's idea, since the target is difficult to achieve, we should continue with Voldemort at this time and then look for opportunities.
Obviously the vines have different ideas. In this parasitic relationship, Disiketeriboka has a subordinate position and has to obey.
Sighing, Disiketeriboka jumped out of the potted plant.
"Tentacle monster?!" Mike was startled. The vines on Disiketeriboka's body were dancing wildly. It looked very scary at first glance.
Look again... it's also scary.
Disiketeriboka stared at Mike and sneered, "You don't think I can only rely on these zombies to fight."
"Who are you?"
"Disiketeriboka."
"???"
"Wizard must have known."
"Oh." Mike suddenly realized that there was too little information about Wizard, and it was difficult to connect the tentacle monster in front of him with Wizard.
As he spoke, vines wrapped around Disiketeriboka, forming a vine armor.
"These vine armors are very tough and invulnerable. Your gun can't break through the defense at all. Let's see what you do!" Disiketeriboka held a long whip made of vines with countless spikes on it in both hands. If you take a whip, your skin will be completely torn.
Mike said inexplicably, "You are afraid of fire, right? Why use a gun when there is a flamethrower?"
Disiketeriboka:"..."
He wielded two long whips and attacked Mike.
While dodging, Mike attacks the whip with a flamethrower.
Boom!
The vine whip turned into a fire whip.
The body itself is indeed equally flammable.
However, Disiketeriboka did not throw away the fire whip immediately, but continued to attack until the flames almost spread to the top.
Disiketeriboka threw away the whip, and the vines squirmed and weaved two new ones.
"You can make as many whips as you want, but how much fuel is left in the flamethrower, hahaha!" Disiketeriboka smiled proudly, not at all as cool as the killer in the movie.
"No more." Mike shook the bottle and threw away the flamethrower.