Chapter 22 Night Dou (Double the last half day for monthly votes)
Under the glow of the red moon high in the sky, and in the light of a gas street lamp that was turned on at a long distance, Lumian distinguished the footprints and followed them slowly and slowly. It didn't take long for the wet marks to completely dry up and no longer serve as a reminder.
But Lumian has memorized the size of the four pairs of footprints, the patterns on the soles and the characteristics of their respective walking patterns, so that they will not be confused with other footprints. Even so, his tracking is still quite difficult.
Unlike the ruins of Kordu Village, tens of thousands of people come and go in Chaos Street and the surrounding areas every day. The footprints left behind are not only countless, but also stacked on top of each other and destroying each other, making it impossible to locate the real target.
At the same time, there are all kinds of garbage left by vendors, as well as some negative effects caused by the bad environment. Lumian occasionally feels like he is looking for a drop of water in the sea. Fortunately, it is midnight.
There were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them were drunkards. They exuded a smell as vivid as fireflies in the dark night, and their footsteps were more or less staggering. Lumian could rule them out at a glance, and Margot and others had just left.
It was far away, and many traces had not yet been destroyed. He reluctantly followed. Sometimes, due to the environment or Maggot's caution, the footprints would suddenly break, but Lumian did not give up. He would calm down.
, try to walk a longer distance to the front, left and right to find new traces.
After repeated trial and error and a lot of time, he finally found the footprints he wanted.
In this way, Lumian tracked all the way to Yeluan Street in the market district and stopped in front of a five-story apartment building far away from several cheap dance halls.
The footprints of Maggot and his men went inside.
"You don't need the protection of your subordinates. You have enough confidence in your own strength..." Lumian muttered silently to himself, becoming even more convinced that the target was an extraordinary person.
He glanced at the dark corridor and thought about what the "Hunter" might do to deal with the corresponding traces before returning to his real residence. He thought that even if he took a carbide lamp and looked for it step by step, it would be difficult to locate Maggot.
, and may even fall into the opponent's preset trap. After thinking for a while, Lumian had a preliminary plan, withdrew his gaze and walked to the next street.
Not long after, he met a man in his twenties who was so drunk that he could walk unsteadily. When the man reached a broken gas street lamp and started vomiting, Lumian pressed his hat and walked over to hold him down.
The voice said: "I want to buy your shirt for 5 ferkin."
The drunkard's first reaction was to wonder if he was so drunk that he was hallucinating.
He was wearing a gray-blue tweed jacket, which he bought at a cheap ready-made clothes store in the Candide Market for only 1 fils. But now someone actually wants to pay 5 fils, which is 30 ricks.
I bought this old piece of clothing that I have worn for two years.
Am I crazy or is this guy crazy? The drunk man tried his best to raise his head and look across, but due to the lack of light, he could only see the outline of the lake hidden behind the darkness.
The next second, there were two cold coins in his hand.
The drunkard weighed it instinctively, touched the pattern on the surface of the coin, and burped, "Why did you buy it?"
"If you don't want to, I'll find someone else," Lumian said as if he wanted to take back the two coins.
The drunkards no longer asked, they all yelled, slowly took off their coats, and took away the contents of their pockets.
When Lumian walked away with his clothes, he raised his head with difficulty and waved his hand: "Haha, madman, a madman who gives money..." When he returned to the apartment on Yeyang Street again, Lumian
An has changed her clothes, wearing a dark blue peaked cap, a gray-blue duffle coat, washed white trousers, and a pair of old and dirty leather shoes.
Including some things that will be used later, he spent a total of 12 firkin.
Looking up at the apartment where there was no light, Lumian was suddenly stunned: Why do I have to target Maggot, an extraordinary person? His three men were not innocent when they died, and the star was very weak.
They don’t know how to hide their traces. It’s not much harder than killing a chicken...” I don’t know how to choose the fate of being attacked by Mengsuli’s fool. What kind of person will bear it next! Why did I just do it?
I only think about how to hunt Maggot? I was not like this in the past. I could be ruthless when I should be ruthless, and I would try to solve it as simply as possible when I could solve it easily, without carrying any extra burden...
As thoughts swirled, Lumian gradually raised the corners of his mouth. He found that he instinctively chose a more dangerous prey. The reason seemed to be more challenging, and it would be more comfortable and enjoyable for him to do so quickly. He lowered his head and looked at the clothes.
Lumian suspected that this was a change caused by the pollution in the body. After a few seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "It seems that he is a little crazy..."
He did not intend to change the target. He seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood. This was a gift and a curse. Pressing his peaked cap, Lumian carried a pile of things and walked around to the back of the target apartment.
He placed pieces of meat full of grease, flammable sofa stuffing and other items near the corner, and created a circle of fire protection tape around them.
Then, Lumian lit the match and threw it over. Sparks quickly spread on the most flammable materials, and soon grew from small to large, swallowing up everything around them.
Black smoke rose up, and when the smoke grew larger and enveloped the surrounding area, Lumian shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fire! There's a fire." He yelled again and ran back to the front of the apartment, shrinking into the shadows in the corner.
, His plan is, since I don’t know which room in the apartment you Maggot lives in and what traps have been planted, then I will let you come out on your own.
And if Maggot is an "arsonist", he will definitely be able to realize that the flames and smoke below cannot form a real fire house, and his response will be completely different. At that time, Lumian will be able to judge the sequence of the opponent based on this to decide.
Should we move forward with the plan, or should we give up on it?
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As the smoke rose, the fire flashed and Lumian shouted, the residents of the apartment and the surrounding houses ran up the stairs to the street.
Because the fire was not large and the interior of the apartment was not affected by smoke, no one took the risk of jumping.
Lumian stopped talking and stared at the entrance and exit of the apartment, while others shouted similar words on his behalf and began to look for the fire point.
Two seconds later, a figure jumped out of a window on the second floor and landed.
Maggot, who was formally dressed in a red blouse and sail-colored trousers, with blond hair standing straight up.
Maggot took advantage of his extraordinary status and lived on a low floor. Instead of taking the corridor like other tenants, he jumped directly out of the window.
After landing, he looked back at the apartment and found that the fire was not big at all. His behavior of jumping out of the window was unnecessary and made him look panicked and stupid.
At this moment, he saw a figure wearing a peaked cap and a gray-blue vinegar tweed jacket emerge from the corner next to him. The figure lowered his head, pointed at him, and laughed: "Look, this person is so stupid!
"
With a bang, Maggot's emotions exploded, and he rushed towards the man who was laughing at him with slightly red eyes.
He was faster, and the figure was even faster. He had already turned around and ran towards the nearest alley.
Maggot just wanted to give the guy a good beating and chase after him.
The two of them ran in tandem towards the dark, deserted alley.
Bang bang, the figure rushed to the front of a street, pressed his right hand, and turned over.
Maggot didn't pause, stepped hard with both feet, and jumped up into the air, jumping directly over the street.
As soon as he landed, he saw the figure stop and turn around.
Under the crimson moonlight, the face under the dark blue peaked cap was revealed in Maggot's eyes.
He was wrapped in layers of white bandages, leaving only his nostrils, glasses and ears exposed.
The opponent's left hand did the same, and held a silver-black, slightly sinister dagger. Maggot's penis enlarged rapidly, and his heart skipped a beat.
He woke up instantly and understood that he had just encountered a similar provocation.
Holding down a little uneasiness in his mind, Maggot directly pulled out the black revolver hidden in his waist. He aimed at Lumian and activated his provocation ability: "Just that knife? Idiot, now it's a gun.
era!"
boom!
Maggot pulled the trigger, and a bullet shot out and went straight to Lumian's head. Lumian suddenly fell backwards, as if bending into an arch bridge.
Immediately afterwards, his waist was shot, and his whole body flew horizontally, avoiding the second bullet fired by Maggot.
Then, Lumian straightened his body like a spring, and threw the "Corrupted Mercury" in his hand towards Maggot, as if it was just a throwing knife.
As soon as he dodged the blow, Maggot saw Lumian rushing towards him like a ferocious tiger.
It was only then that he realized that the other party's ears were stuffed with thick paper balls, and he was hardly affected by the provocation he just said.
The one who knows a hunter best is always another hunter.
This made Maggot's psychological anger emerge again, as if he was silently provoked by the other party's performance.
Bang, Lumian made a fist with his right hand, made a crisp sound, and hit Maggot's temple.
Maggot raised his left arm and blocked it firmly.
At the same time, he raised his right hand again and aimed the revolver at Lumian's head.
At such a close distance, it depends on how you hide.
In an instant, Lumian leaned forward, as if to hit Maggot's chest with his head, and reached out with his left palm to grab his right wrist, while his right leg kicked the back of his head very flexibly.
.
No. What he kicked was not the back of his head, but the fallen mercury stuck in the cracks of the stones in the street next to him!
The silver-black evil dagger rose into the air and was half-led by Lumian's arch to fly towards Maggot.