One hundred and forty-one. A patchwork of coincidences
The dim street lights on the street shine through the windows.
There was an oil lamp on the bedside table, and a figure beside him was quietly reading an ancient book on the history of the old Principality of St. Mark.
Anna accompanied Lu Li and looked at his profile.
At a certain moment, when Lu Li was concentrating on reading a record, a silent and twisted black shadow extended from Anna's feet, forming a dark projection identical to Anna's.
It was like the shadow of stolen fire leaving Anna's feet and crawling out of the room along the narrow gap in the window.
Anna still accompanied Lu Li, as peacefully as if nothing had happened.
…
The shadow of a girl in a long skirt "walks" on the road.
It looks like someone's shadow, but it is only an illusory shadow and has no real part. When encountering passers-by, the shadow will hide in dimly lit locations, or blend into other shadows to hide.
The shadow doesn't know where it's going, walking through the streets. The roadside buildings are not an obstacle to a shadow, it can easily "walk" up, regardless of whether there is light or not.
Ten minutes later, the shadow came to a lively street. Pedestrians walked by in twos, twos, and threes, bringing with them the aroma of fine wine.
Perhaps if you leave too far, the color of the shadow becomes dim, leaning toward dark gray, like an illusory shadow in the mist.
It found its target, a scavenger leaning against a streetlight, holding a wine bottle.
belch--
Tommy burped, and the taste of bad malt came out of his mouth.
He felt that he was lucky tonight. Some rich guy threw half a bottle of beer on the street and took advantage of him.
Leaning under the street lamp, with a warm tattered coat covering his legs, admiring the beautiful night view, with a half-full bottle of beer in his hand - this kind of enjoyment made him intoxicated.
While sighing, Tommy saw a shadow entering the dark alley not far behind him. Tommy rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, then shook his head and looked away after a few seconds.
"I just took a sip...it's damn fake wine, no wonder it was thrown away."
Even so, Tommy still reluctantly threw away the bottle of beer, which was probably mixed with low-quality alcohol, low-quality essence and sewage. He just hoped that he wouldn't be too dizzy for a while.
Two passers-by passed by Tommy. When they went far enough, the shadow hidden in the alley "walked" out and merged into the shadow of Tommy, who had no idea what happened.
Tommy, who was holding the bottle of wine, suddenly found that his left hand was raised on its own.
"What?"
Tommy subconsciously wanted to put down the bottle and press it with his left hand, but his right hand also refused to obey.
Dang clang——
The beer didn't break when it fell on the ground, but all the liquor inside spilled out.
"My wine -" Tommy's distressed exclamation stopped abruptly. He was just slightly drunk and suddenly sobered up, but he could no longer even scream in fear -
He saw with his own eyes that his body stood up on its own and took an awkward step forward!
Tommy staggered down the street like a drunken man.
Residents walking towards or passing by looked around with disgust on their faces, but if anyone looked closely at the "drunkard's" face, they would find that the dirty face was filled with fear.
If a more careful passerby observes the drunkard's route, he will find that he avoids the dark places that cannot be illuminated by street lights. When passing through dark areas, his body will tremble unnaturally and struggle, as if he has two consciousnesses.
Fighting for control of the body.
The staggering drunk man walked into a dark and damp alley. There was a pub next door, and the alley was filled with the smell of vomit and excrement. Then he slammed into the wall, passed out, and fell among the filth.
middle.
The silhouette of a girl in a long skirt emerges from the shadow of the scavengers, bypasses the filth, "walks" on the wall, and climbs over the wall.
This is the backyard of the tavern, where some goods and guests' carriages are placed.
Zhizhi——
A mouse poked its head warily under the crack in the wall.
The shadow on the wall turned its head, seemed to be looking at the mouse, and then walked away.
The mouse was unprepared for the approaching shadow on the wall, and was instantly occupied by its shadow.
Rustling——
The rat that was supposed to be timid suddenly jumped out of the crack in the wall and ran towards the wooden barrels containing kerosene piled in the corner.
The sharp incisors bit open the barrel lid, and the pungent smell of kerosene wafted out.
Kerosene is not in the diet of a rat, even a starved rat. But the rat still stuck its head in, and after a sound of licking water, the rat with its swollen mouth jumped out of the barrel, ran straight to the carriage parked in the yard, and got into the barrel.
Enter the carriage.
Soon, the mouse got out of the carriage and climbed onto the barrel to ingest the kerosene.
It strangely traveled back and forth between barrels and horse-drawn carriages, transporting kerosene.
After doing this for more than a dozen times, the mouse who had just climbed out of the carriage suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door——
A young man came to the backyard carrying an oil lamp.
The shadow "walked" out of the mouse's shadow and approached him from a direction that the boy couldn't see.
The abandoned rat staggered and fell down, body fluid mixed with kerosene flowing out from the corner of its mouth.
The man who was checking the backyard as usual was unaware that a shadow "walked" into his shadow.
The waiter did not show any abnormal behavior, but a seemingly random thought suddenly emerged: Who would steal things in the backyard of the tavern? There is nothing to check there, so it is better to go lazy and rest for a while...
Once inertia was generated, it quickly expanded. The guy was quickly convinced by "himself", thinking that there had been no problem for so long, and there wouldn't be one today, so he slipped back into the warm bar.
Click——
The wooden door closed, leaving the shadow of the girl in the long skirt in place.
…
Meteor Street.
It's called Meteorite Street not because a meteorite actually fell here, but because a certain royal family suddenly changed its name hundreds of years ago.
In the night tavern, Fulai and Ma Fulinrod walked out of the main entrance.
"Don't forget about tomorrow. If you need someone to accompany you, you can call us." Foley said to Rhodes.
"I will."
After the three said goodbye, Fowler took Ma Fulin's carriage and left.
The tavern waiter came with the carriage, Rhodes put the oil lamp next to the carriage, got on the carriage and drove away from the entrance of the tavern.
What does it smell like?
Rhodes turned his head and sniffed, and felt a familiar smell coming from the car, and there seemed to be something sticky underneath him...
He ran his fingers over the car panel and brought it up to his nose. The pungent smell penetrated his nostrils.
Is it kerosene...?
Just as his thoughts came to his mind, a scavenger suddenly rushed out from the alley next to the tavern. He staggered drunkenly and crashed into the carriage.
The carriage moved slightly sideways, but the oil lamp placed on the carriage was knocked over and the glass cover was broken. The wick that should have been extinguished quickly touched the carriage floor, and the carriage was like a larger wick. The fire spread and quickly enveloped the entire
car.
The law!
The burning carriage frightened the horses, and they galloped forward. However, Rhodes, who could have jumped off the carriage, was caught off guard and rolled into the burning carriage——
"Rhode died very painfully. I heard he wailed for nearly half a minute before losing his voice completely."
