[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 74: Graffiti

The cold of Bangolo City made the gopher's movements clumsy and sluggish.

The nose was so cold that it turned its head and crawled to the place where the same kind of meal gathered, when a strong force suddenly came from behind it, and it smashed on the mouse's spine with precision and fierceness.

When it was about to scream, its body sank into the snow with the force, and when it opened its mouth, another cloud of snow poured in, and its squeaky cry turned into a dull sound.

The gopher-sling, with a keen sense of hearing, turned their heads to see only one of their kind fluttering in the snow, as if they had just done before, and they turned their heads in a boring way and continued to tear and eat their food.

Each gopher was the size of a house cat, and the remains of the crows and leftover monster carcasses were quickly swept away. When they were about to evacuate, the rats found that the stupid rat that was "playing in the snow" was gone, and there was only a deep pit left in its place, and there were still a few drops of solidified dark red blood.

- Enemies lurking nearby!

The chisel-digging gopher squeaked, looking around vigilantly, searching everywhere.

But the murderer they were looking for had already run away with the "loot".

Federico Morensa walked all the way to his door, looked around and saw no danger, then walked to the small door next to the garage and knocked on it in a rhythmic manner as agreed.

He looked down and took out the key and opened the door.

He didn't remove the spatial ability during the whole process, so in the eyes of others, it was a row of shoe prints printed on thin snow that extended to the door, knocking away the snowflakes in the air, and finally the "invisible man" entered the door.

- Bad weather is really the biggest distraction when space adepts want to hide.

Federico wasn't worried about the traces attracting the attention of the other Abilities, though, because there was a fourteen-year-old boy in his garage waiting for him to return.

This is the future American hero, savior...... Stripped of those titles, Johnson Brown is now a snowblower in the home of superstar Morenza.

When there was a knock on the door, Johnson shrank behind the box.

He remained motionless until the "Invisible Man" walked in, removed the spatial ability that shrouded him, and removed the windshield and hat, revealing his blonde hair, blue eyes, and rugged and wild face, that Johnson stepped out of the shadows.

"Good evening, little John."

Federico threw the chisel-chisel he was holding to the ground.

The boy looked out a little frightened, then stepped on sheepskin boots that were more than a size larger, and ran to the door of the garage, staring at the footprints outside and the area where the snowflakes disappeared in midair.

The invisible wind whipped up the snow and gently wiped the footprints away.

The wind kneaded the falling snowflakes, stirred them again, and then scattered them evenly in front of you. The empty space has been filled in, stretching all the way to a few hundred meters away. If anyone follows the blank traces left by Federico, the most they can do is come to this neighborhood full of rich and famous, and then get lost in the intricate blank tracks.

It's not just the strangers who will knock the snowflakes apart, but also the monsters.

It is not surprising that gophers can dig holes, corpse crows can fly, gibbons climb trees and walk on the rooftops of buildings, and blank marks are broken.