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Chapter 1342 Countdown

Yes, it is basically confirmed that the current situation is not a malicious gaze from a high-ranking being, and the probability of being implicated by the witch is even higher.

Regarding this result, I was not surprised before paying.

Of course, the death countdown is also confirmed again.

Not only that, as soon as he put on the headband, he could feel that the special negative accumulation speed in his body increased sharply after he came to this world through extreme hunger infection.

It can only be said that it is indeed produced by Nightmare Corridor, and there is obviously some kind of linkage effect.

However, Fu Qian still did not take off his hood, but in this manner raised the blasphemous hug next to him, and even cleaned the ground.

As I said before, I have to be on duty, but I still have to fulfill my responsibilities.

After doing all this, I did not stop any more before paying, and went downstairs with full harvest.



The night was still dark, but the atmosphere in the art museum was obviously much more tense than when we arrived.

It seems that the impact of the prisoner's one-second escape incident has been transmitted here after all.

The specific manifestation is that although there is still no saint in charge, Fu Qian actually saw Reginald, his old teammate who had two nightmares not long ago.

This man was obviously in a normal mood. He was arranging the search work of the art museum with a cold face, and repeatedly emphasized the key points——

Avoid being scattered, and only look for abnormal traces. If you find anything, report it directly to avoid any form of conflict.

Obviously after tonight's in-depth understanding, the sect has greatly increased its risk rating.

At the same time, it is obvious that the rating of the painting is still not high.

Because the one who came straight here to check was just one of several teams.

Reginald, who led the team, even specifically told other teams to pay attention to every painting.

It seems that the vampires actually shared some of the results of tonight's meeting with the cult.

For example, I might come from another world in the painting.

This behavior is understandable. When such a big thing happens, others must be allowed to have some reaction.

The vampire may have some complicated feelings about himself now, but it is impossible not to continue to try to find out the bottom.

The order is such a good coolie, how can it be done without getting up?

As for the method, according to what Ms. Blood Slave No. 2 said so skillfully, there is a high probability that there will not be only one puppet in the cult, and it is too easy to put forward ideas quietly.

He kept walking while thinking, and was about to collide with Reginald's old friend head-on. Blood mist rose from Fu Qian's body and he disappeared from the spot.



The other team hadn't left too far yet, and under the effect of Blood Crusade, Fu Qian jumped directly into everyone's sight.

Unlike the affectionate couple, under the serious atmosphere created by Reginald, the team members were obviously in a state of high tension.

ah--

Therefore, someone noticed the strangeness in their field of vision almost instantly, and even let out a moderate exclamation for it.

Although it was a glimpse, the shape is indeed a bit strange.

The shadow of a long, long head that was obviously different from ordinary people had already faded into the darkness before it could be seen clearly.

As a reminder, this scene was naturally noticed by other members of the team.

Although they are generally young, they still show considerable discipline, quickly denying someone's attempt to catch up, and sending out the agreed signal.

And by the time support arrived, there was no doubt that the figure had long since disappeared.

"Your Mightiness."

At this time, someone reminded the frowning Reginald and motioned him to look at the ground.

On the smooth brown floor, there were actually a few extra stains of blood.

Really been here...

Squatting down and checking for a few seconds, Reginald's expression at that moment was a bit complicated.



I hope it can provide some guidance.

At this moment, Fu Qian was already walking on the long street outside without even taking off his hood.

What he did just now was very simple, leaving a trace for the cult and even the vampires, helping them believe in the existence of the second painting.

Under the current situation, the world in the painting no longer needs their help in any investigation.

And since it is delivered to your door, you might as well follow the example of the vampires and maximize the use of manpower.

So the choice before paying is to show up in other areas and leave some traces.

It doesn't matter which painting the sect is targeting, as long as it's not the painting of Qi Guang, their actions are somewhat more meaningful.



Although there is no idea where the witch is exactly, there are a few things that are basically certain.

First, the traces of the witch still exist in this world, rather than completely disappearing.

Secondly, her condition is not right, and a quasi-death situation is not even ruled out.

Third, she had already expected this state, so she left gifts for herself in advance, even the last part of her hidden in the world in the painting.

In addition, no matter which one of these two items, she never mentioned what she would face, which clearly showed that she did not want to get involved.

Her troubles are probably exaggerated.

To know the side of the world in the painting, the prerequisite is that you have to break through the barrier and even put in the effort to do something like turning the world upside down.

But she still didn't leave a single word inside to guide her to escort him.

It's a pity that for things like escort, the driver often has no say.

Although the results of her violent insight proved to a certain extent that her choice was justified.

Summarizing the current harvest, the return journey before payment is not fast.

Even though he was wearing a hood, he didn't have to worry about scaring innocent people because it was getting late.

Of course his destination is clear.

We walked forward like a leisurely stroll, and finally stopped outside a simple and elegant house before paying, silently counting the time.

That's right, it was the place where Encore rented his apartment.

After the night shift, of course I went home.

And looking up in the shadow for a moment, through the gap in the head cage, you can see that there is no change in the surroundings.

It is still a quiet night, and there is a lack of people in nightlife.



It's true.

Not surprised, Fu Qian reached out and took off the headband.

The second attribute of this item is that if you wear it for more than an hour, you can see the reality of the world around you.

Now an hour has passed, and nothing seems to have changed, which once again confirms the conclusion that this is not a nightmare to a certain extent.

I touched my body and found that the key was not lost yet.

The next moment, Fu Qian carried the hood in his hand and stepped forward to open the door.

Although this night came too unexpectedly, the landlady Mrs. Harper went to bed early to rest as usual.

Even his breathing was as steady as ever, and he was not disturbed by the sound of the door opening.

After closing the door gently, Fu Qian quietly walked upstairs, opened his door, and greeted Amira who looked over in surprise.

"No night shift today?" ()


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