The Psychic X Apocalypse

Chapter 12 [Apartment 702 Resident]

"No!!!" The occupants of apartment 702 were jolting loudly.

On the sidelines of Alves and Joy's surprise, who had not expected him to shout so loudly, the 702nd man pushed Alves away from the cocoon. Both arms were widened to protect the cocoon and the look of his face turned violent, ready to rebuke anyone who approached and would hurt his brother.

"You're not going to kill my brother!" it's exciting once again.

Alves almost gawked.

Hey, do I look that cruel? I'm just giving you advice!

If Eliot were now beside him, the man would immediately chimed in on Alves' questions.

'Just look at your unfriendly face even though it is covered in a mask. Anyone would step aside from you who always put on an unapproachable aura.'

Joy quickly calms the occupant of 702 before the atmosphere gets tense. "Just calm down, we promised before that we wouldn't hurt or kill your brother. You don't have to worry. Even though my brother here has a wry face and looks fierce, he actually has the softest heart in the world. So my brother won't have the guts to kill innocent humans" the boy explained.

Alves then cleared his throat loudly. "My sister's words .. are true" he said with a heavy heart.

From where!

Now the situation is inversely proportional, and it is Alves who is trying to calm himself from the shame after saying the sentence.

It felt that Alves only wanted to isolate himself at the end of the room while hugging his knees.

Still with slightly flushed ears, Alves continued explaining, "I'm not telling you to burn this cocoon right now, Alves continued, but you have to remember that your choice to let or kill your current brother will determine the fate of all the residents of this apartment."

Color on 702 occupant face fade. Full of horror.

"What do you mean?" tanyanya.

Joy took over. "That means you don't know if your brother will turn into a mutant and start slaughtering the entire apartment. You've seen the green mutants in the corridor, haven't you? So you can't even be sure that when your brother comes out of this cocoon, what appears to your brother or a creature with your brother's stature without the awareness to recognize you?"

The two hands of the 702 occupant that were stretched out began to weaken. Joy's words seemed to suppress her firmness. He lowered his hand, stunned in his dilemma.

While Alves took the opportunity to get out of the bathroom to explore apartment 702. He gave Joy a brief gesture to explain her purpose.

Joy nodded and returned Alves' hand gesture.

Take it easy, ge. I'll keep an eye on him.

Alves quietly opened the door in the smallest possible voice so as not to be heard by the occupants of 702. Until the door was closed, the man immediately got into action.

He explored the front room filled with displays that lined up parallel. Trophies and medals from various competitions and titles stand grandly adorning the wardrobe. Finding nothing to look awkward, Alves turned to one of the bedrooms in the corner.

He inspected the entire corner of the room and found it to be just one of the normal rooms in general. It was only when Alves examined the one remaining room that he felt that sometimes he could not understand humans. And perhaps for the first time he could not describe the feelings he was experiencing now.

The room seemed normal. At least in terms of furniture and furniture. Alves walked around the room carefully, approaching the wooden cabinets and tables laid out next to each other.

He squinted his eyes, researching each picture frame that might amount to about thirty neatly arranged. Many of the photos show two men who have more or less similar levels, indicating that they are most likely brothers.

If at that time Alves thought that the brotherhood of the brothers in apartment 702 was very tight, he really did not want to believe his observations anymore.

Alves passed through decorated tables and wooden cabinets filled with photographs, choosing to move to open each drawer in it.

Opened one by one.

The result is just everyday objects and hobby collections.

After a long period of ruffling, Alves murmured, "Nothing strange...?"

Maybe Alves said too early.

At the bottom of the wooden cabinet, Alves found a medium-sized box with a padlock that locked it.

Without lingering the man put his hand close to the padlock and used his supernatural abilities.

Slowly the metal encircling the hole is pressed from intact to plate-shaped. Then it turned into a straight line until a falling sound was heard.

The tring!

The metal was split with both flat ends forming a broken bridge. And the gold padlock fell to the floor.

Alves did not hesitate to open the lid of the box, impatient to see the secret behind it.

Exactly guessed. The secret inside the box was being revealed, in the event that it fertilized a cheesy tongue for Alves.

This is not what he expected.

Waw.

His intuition never said he would reveal this kind of secret.

"I did not expect, if his brother .. brocon," his comment stumbled a little in his words.

The contents of the box hold a set of photos of the sister or 702 apartment dwellers who loved her please. The photo generally displays the side face of the sister, her back, or a figure from a distance.

"What is this ... a kind of stalker?"

This is not a secret he wants.

It has a theory, if humans have any probability of turning into mutants. Then there should be a strong factor, such as obsession, that drives the virus or something amplified and eventually turns the individual into a mutant.

And Alves thinks he can try to find it from the traces of the mutant life that was previously human.

"Is his obsession with his sister so strong that it turns him into a mutant?" alves asked himself.

Does it make sense?

After staying for a long time in the room he assumed belonged to the resident's brother 702, Alves finally came out of his way towards the kitchen. He picked up the sharp blade he had seen before, not forgetting along with a box of matches he had found in a drawer.

When Alves returned to the bathroom, Joy was still trying to resuscitate the 702 occupant who was still in his anxiety until he sat leaning against the wall in a doldrums. His chin was placed on both knees, curled up.

Alves approached the occupant of 702 and placed the knife and matchbox he had taken on the man's side. He said, "If you decide to end your brother, wear this. Otherwise, you can use it as self-defense."

Hearing Alves' calming voice, the 702 occupant raised his head. "Where are you going?" tanyanya.

"Go outside" said Alves short.

The eyes of the 702 occupant were rounded. His hand immediately grabbed the tip of Alves' shirt for the second time, but Alves immediately dodged. Achievement failed.

The two hands of the 702 occupant fell on the floor, but his pair of eyes were still fixed firmly on the figure of Alves.

"You guys are going? Outside it should be dangerous! It's not better to stay in an apartment that's obviously safer!" exclaim the occupant 702.

Following the man's words, Joy turned her head towards Alves.

"I have to find my family" replied Alves calmly.

"Ah," the 702 resident realized, "I'm sorry. I thought ... turned out to meet your family back, yeah. While my brother..." He turned his eyes to the cocoon right next to him. His eyes I saw the white blanket, with an outpouring of longing gazes.

Joy gave a look of pity at the 702 occupant. "Think carefully for your brother's sake. I hope you can make a choice that you won't regret later on" said Joy one last time. Secretly he felt proud to be able to give wise advice to people in need.

The 702 residents nodded slowly. "Thank you for keeping your promise" he whispered. He looked back at Alves and Joy.

"I'm Christian. I hope I can meet you again," he said sincerely. His gaze looked weary as it had passed midnight which had happened many things, but his confidence still radiated from his eyes.

"Then we go now." After saying so, Alves immediately came out of the room to prepare his belongings needing to be taken on his way outside.

"Ah, my name is Joy. I'll see you later!" Joy quickly catches up with Alves from behind, leaving a final look at the 702 residents. Joy's hand was stretched short.

Both of them returned to their apartments and went straight to their rooms to clear the contents of the bag.

Alves picked up and put some of the weapons tightly stored in his vault, important files, dry food left a little in his refrigerator and storage cabinet, makeshift clothes, and so on, as well as some other things that fit inside his bag. His weapons are also hidden in the clothes and bags that are easy to reach when meeting the enemy.

In the front room, Joy asked, "Ge, are we going straight to the headquarters of the organization?"

"No. I need to go somewhere first" replied Alves still busy arming Joy.

The boy let some weapons be paired on his body. "To find what?" reply back.

Alves lifted his head, meeting Joy. "Ocean blue's. I have to get it," he said full of decisiveness.

When they were ready to face the tragedy they would meet outside, they moved out of the apartment.

For the last time Alves looked at the dark night sky from the window of his room. In the middle of it small lights appear from a distance dazzling the city of Lumens at two o'clock. Dress the darkness with beautiful light.

I don't know what Alves was thinking at the time. He looked for a moment before finally moving.

The mask is black and white, which is a little bit of a whiff on his face. His blind eyes looked through the mask, looking at the number 703 on the plate in front of his door.

The adventures of Alves and Joy, full of dangerous threats, begin now.

Meanwhile, at a music store, a group of people were seen arguing. More precisely two people were arguing and the remaining two people were watching their show.

"Then I said it's right we took the route through that little alley! Look Anna! He's hurt, isn't he!" hardik is a man with glasses. His face was full of worry as his eyes swept a long scratch on the arm of the girl named Anna.

"I'm okay," added Anna. The girl smiled in the midst of the creeping pain.

"I told you I'm sorry. I didn't expect to meet that vivacious cat mutant" said another woman who looked firm and cold.

"You-you!"

"Already, already. What happened let it pass. Now our goal is to get back home first. But we have to pass through the Sunrise apartment that is inhabited by many people so we have to be careful. Most likely we will meet mutants again, no matter how many," another man cut. His figure is towering straight like a model, his shoulders are wide and his body is muscular, his face is handsome with black hair cut short, and there are distinctive earrings attached to his left ear.

The complete traits that define a protagonist in a novel.

"Araghh! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have proposed partying until morning. And we shouldn't be facing a life-and-death situation like this!" grouse guy with glasses.

"The rice has become porridge" said the cold woman. "Lu Feng, when are we going?" continues asking.

Lu Feng, the man in disarray, checked his watch before giving a reply. "About ten minutes we'll walk. After Anna's injuries have improved, we should hurry to leave before the situation gets worse."

Lu Feng looked at the empty highway, not knowing it would be filled with blood when the sun rose.