Chapter 447 Eyes

The skin on the face of the man in front of him suddenly cracked with several red marks, and then the red marks became larger and larger, and many golden pupils appeared inside, staring at him motionlessly.

"Why do I feel a little itchy on my face?"

Bray scratched his face twice, not understanding why Dr. Katen in front of him looked at him with such eyes, but soon, his eyes followed Katen to his hand that was scratching his facial skin, and then he found that the touch seemed a little strange.

He didn't know when his hand turned into a dark tentacle, swinging with his thoughts. When he stared at it, eyes appeared on the tentacles and stared at him with the same eyes.

He knew this was abnormal, but...

Katen always explained to him that this was a characteristic of normal people: "You can't always question yourself, always believe in what I said, I won't lie to you."

"Why? You should know that I don't trust you." Bray's face was very ugly, but then, the performance of the psychologist in front of him made his pupils shrink.

The man smiled, stretched out his nails and scratched his face, and soon, scars appeared there.

But the wound did not bleed. Not only that, it also had golden eyes exactly like Bly.

Kateen reached out and brushed the wound, and his eyes closed automatically.

"I said, there is nothing special about you. The people around me, or rather the humans I know, all have such characteristics. How do you think we shouldn't look like this?"

This is too weird!

Bly still couldn't believe it, but another sentence in his mind told him that this was true.

The people in this town are all his kind.

"But the people from outside are obviously..."

"There is no need to worry about the invaders."

Kateen stretched out his tentacles and patted Bly's shoulder.

"We just need to take care of ourselves. I know this is hard for you to accept. If you don't mind, you can also verify your own ideas."

"I think I will."

Bly left here, his mind was very confused, and he even began to question himself.

Not long after, he returned to his shop.

This is a grocery store, at least on the surface. As for what is sold behind the scenes, only those who can answer the code correctly are qualified to know.

There were all kinds of things in the grocery store, but the goods were arranged very neatly, as if their owner had obsessive-compulsive disorder and could not bear to see them imperfect.

The first row on the right shelf was a row of dolls, which were loved by children. Although they became unsalable due to the recent war, Bly would still help them clean the dust.

On his desk was a black feather pen. He didn't know the origin of this somewhat hard feather pen. This thing was stuck on his clothes after he woke up. People who knew about it said that it might be a dragon scale, but Bly firmly believed that it was a feather, and then made it into a signature pen.

"I am getting more and more confused now."

Bly grabbed the feather pen: "My ability is obviously feared by everyone, but Katen told me that everyone is like this, and I am nothing special... Is what he said really credible?"

He needed verification.

Next, Bly waited patiently for his first customer, and soon he waited for him.

The visitor was a girl who tied a pigtail and wrapped herself tightly. She needed to buy a knife for self-defense.

"If possible, black bread would be better."

"Miss, the price of bread is 500,000 swals."

"Are you kidding!?"

The two successfully communicated with each other, and Bly smiled and took her to his collection to let her choose the weapons she liked.

Bly: "It's not easy to get these things these days."

"It's also because you are here that we feel extra at ease. I can't believe what our town would do if there were no arms dealers like you who are convenient for the people."

"Most of my things are second-hand, I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind? It would be troublesome if this thing was first-hand, because it means you can make guns. If everyone has a gun, our town might be the first to fight."

"Besides, people will be more afraid of you."

The girl followed Bly around the heavy basement corridor, and then watched him turn on the light in the corner and introduce her to the collection.

Angie took a fancy to a bayonet, which was very useful for cutting things, and its sharpness was amazing. Of course, the price was also amazing.

"Boss, are you sure you only want ten swar for this? It's not even as expensive as a few loaves of bread."

"But for many people, it's a price they can't afford. I think I should lower the price appropriately..."

The things that Blay sells are quite cheap. Of course, these things are also limited. Each person can only buy one of the things in the basement.

"Miss, if you need it, I recommend that sniper rifle to you. Its original owner probably just bought it not long ago. All the accessories are very new. It only costs twenty swar, and I can give you a few magazines."

"No, this thing is too conspicuous. I still like the bayonet."

Angie looked at the bayonet in her hand, weighed it a few times, and then handed Blay ten swar coins.

Blay put those things back into his pocket, and then he looked at the girl in front of him with his golden pupils again: "Happy transaction."

Many golden eyes appeared on the skin of that face.

And these eyes were staring at Anjie's hand without blinking, because just now when collecting money, Bly deliberately cut her hand, and now, golden things appeared there.

"Happy transaction."

She left.

Bly thought, maybe this thing is indeed normal, humans should have many golden eyes, and as for those who don't, it may be because of different races, just like there are different colors of people in other countries.

Thinking carefully, he didn't seem to see people in his town bleeding. Even if they were injured, most people would cover their wounds and wrap themselves tightly.

So he is indeed a human.

Bly suddenly felt relieved. He didn't know why he had such emotions, but he was inexplicably happy.

Sometimes those people were afraid of him just because of his extraordinary abilities, and admired him because of his extraordinary abilities.

For Bly, extraordinary abilities are useful. He doesn't need to reject them, nor does he need to be entangled because of his differences.

This difference is the best gift given to him by the unknown existence.

"Now, I have thought it through."

In the dark shadow, a tentacle appeared and slowly stretched out towards this side, and Bly also stretched out his hand to shake it.