Bang!
The moment the back door closed again, all the customers in the legendary store began to breathe lightly.
Faced with the murder that followed, this eccentric maniac not only did not shy away, but even took the initiative to run over and join in the fun, shocking everyone again.
Of course, the most silent thing is the news he just brought - the blessing will definitely appear, and it will be accompanied by more blood.
If anyone in front of me says this, everyone will just think that he is alarmist and wants to scare away competitors.
Under the shock of Siren and Ji, those who dare to come here to watch and take risks are not timid people, so how can they be easily tricked.
However, coming from the mouth of a strange fanatic who is not serious in any way, it feels inexplicably convincing at the moment.
Especially when the sirens have already lost their heads.
Among the unorganized transcendental beings who accounted for more than half of the total number of people, there were not many who actually fought alone in this trip. They basically existed in small groups of a few people.
For a moment, the eye contact suddenly became intense, and everyone reassessed the risks of this trip.
"Wait for the blessing to appear first."
Facing the questioning look cast by Nora, Mr. Tire frowned and finally whispered.
The guy just now gave him a rather weird feeling, far from being an alarmist.
But I have worked hard to get here, and even now, it is impossible to leave like this.
You might as well take a look first to see if Mr. Lu is accurate in saying that the blessing will definitely come.
good.
Sitting on the other side of Tire was the craftsman who had previously sold Fuqian bullets. He nodded with Nora at this moment and had no objection to Tire's statement.
Blessings appear randomly, so the probability of being directly shrouded here is far from high. If the situation really goes bad, there is every chance to regret it.
But if it turns out that what that person said is true... Looking at the undrunk glass of wine on the table, Nora suddenly felt that her expression was even a little shabby.
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Everyone has the same idea!
Walking in the corridor, I felt the movement in the small shop behind me, which was not unexpected.
How can someone who has the courage to seize food from a tiger be scared away by a few crazy words?
Most people's thoughts are obviously the same as those of Mr. Tire's team.
But it doesn't matter. If you can make them act a little more conservatively and cautiously, it will help reduce the difficulty of the mission.
After all, even if most of them are useless, there is no way to completely confirm that your target is not among them.
Next, it's time to find a place to wait for your guests.
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"Mr. Lu."
At the entrance to the rest area, Gerrard, who had led the team to check the situation at the back, came back and looked over with a very unkind look.
"No gain?"
Paying his respects with a smile, he counted the hands behind Gerald.
There were quite a few people who came over.
Given that the blessing could appear at any time, this impromptu manhunt was obviously over.
When the murderer was not found, they decisively left no one under surveillance to prevent a similar situation from happening again.
"No."
He was obviously stung by Fu Qian's words, but what Gerrard couldn't understand even more was why this guy ran behind him.
Doesn't he know that he is among the most suspected?
Extremely arrogant, or just showing off to avoid suspicion?
"I came here to take a rest. I haven't been to the wasteland for a long time, so I'm not used to it."
Fu Qian was very cooperative, and took the initiative to give a reason before Gerald asked.
…
Facing the explanation before him, Gerald hesitated for a moment and signaled his men to get out of the way.
"That's a good choice. Although it's a little shabby inside, it's very quiet and no one will disturb you."
This last sentence sounds like an irony.
Fu Qian commented in his mind, and he understood Gerald's mood.
Although he thinks that the probability that he is the murderer is not that high, he will definitely be happy to see it happen if the murderer comes to kill him and provide one more case.
"I hope so."
With the smile on his face undiminished, Fu Qian walked directly in through the passage that had given way.
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There really aren't many people.
Along the way, the smell of blood in the room where the headless corpse was located was still there. The corpse was carried to the bed next to it, obviously preparing to deal with it after the matter was over.
Without stopping for a moment, Fu Qian quickly found a room he liked further down the road.
The reason why I like it so much is that although it doesn't even have a bed compared to the room where the murder took place, there is a rather exquisite set of stone tables and chairs here.
And all the way here, although some rooms can show traces of use, there is no one there at the moment.
Obviously, as time goes by, no one can rest here peacefully.
The dead man, if it wasn't for his responsibilities, he probably wouldn't have stayed here to provide the murderer with an opportunity to commit the crime.
Facing the room that seemed to be hiding an invisible murderous intention, Fu Qian was not polite and walked straight in and sat down on one of the stone benches, silently counting the time.
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As expected, children all lack patience!
He didn't wait long, and at a certain moment he stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake falling from the sky.
Unfortunately, the moment the latter fell into the palm of my hand, it disappeared like a bubble, leaving only a feather-like mark.
A thin layer of flesh and blood beneath the mark has been annihilated and turned to ash.
Yes, last time I directly lost 1 san point. It seems that it was indeed the Whiteboard Demigod.
Yes, Fu Qian was very sure that what appeared in front of him was the flying feather move that Ji Yicheng used on him after his transformation in the Angel Dungeon.
In fact, at this moment, as he grabbed the first one, the crystal clear feathers fell again like snowflakes, covering the entire room.
The feathers were not blocked by clothing at all, and penetrated into the surface of flesh piece by piece, eroding more traces.
However, faced with such a full-coverage blow, Fu Qian still sat still and looked in the direction of the door.
In less than five seconds, a figure wearing a heavy burqa, with most of his face hidden in the hood, appeared silently.
And almost at the same time, the feathers flying in the room seemed to have pressed the pause button, and they all stopped in place.
"Please take a seat."
He made a gesture before paying and sent out a polite invitation.
For about three or four seconds, the latter had no reaction at all.
But in the end, the other party walked through the flying feathers and walked to the seat opposite Fu Qian and sat down.
With a satisfied smile, he glanced at the face that was not familiar, and then his eyes fell on the other person's belly, which could not be completely covered by the burqa because he was sitting down.
Long time no see, son of Lorraine.
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