Lu Sheng's hand was empty, and Luo Lin disappeared again.
Bang!!
There was another muffled sound, and Lu Sheng turned around and whipped Luo Lin, who had just appeared, in the waist. The whip hit her so hard that she flew out, hit the door panel, and rolled down.
"It's useless." Lu Sheng approached slowly.
Suddenly, a kitchen knife whizzed from behind him at high speed.
Lu Sheng tilted his head slightly, and the kitchen knife wiped his hair and slashed into the wall in front of him.
He looked in front of him again, and sure enough, Luo Lin was gone again.
Turning around, Rowling was standing at the door of the kitchen, holding a metal fork in her hand and showing him a weird smile.
Suddenly, Lu Sheng's heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head suddenly, and a trace of black air whizzed from behind him, passing right above his head.
If he hadn't lowered his head just now, this trace of black air would have shot right into the back of his head.
Looking up again, Lu Sheng saw that a trace of black energy flew to Luo Lin's injured wound, attached to it, and quickly turned into flesh and blood, healing the injury.
"How can he fight this!?" The opponent has supernatural power and cannot be beaten to death. He can only use an ordinary person's body.
And after the big confrontation just now, he is already a little out of breath. It is obvious that Jack's physical strength is not enough to support such a lot of confrontation. He can finally understand the feelings of the opponents who faced him in the past.
But to his expectation, the other party did not pounce on him again. Instead, he stood quietly at the door and looked at him expressionlessly.
Slowly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Luo Lin's mouth again.
call!
This time, Lu Sheng's eyes suddenly blurred again, and Luo Sheng completely lost sight of Luo Lin.
At the same time, various other heavy sounds gradually emerged in his ears. The honking of cars outside, the faint sounds of children crying and old people coughing upstairs and downstairs, and occasionally some cats and dogs barking.
.
A large number of sounds suddenly burst out as if the start button was pressed.
Lu Sheng casually held a kitchen knife and looked around carefully. This time, Luo Lin did not appear again.
When he walked to the kitchen door, he looked around in the corridor and saw no one.
The living room was also quiet.
Lu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the living room to start looking for possible clues. Especially the round snake-eye-like symbol from before.
However, the symbol was not found. He rummaged through a small closet in the living room and found a red-shelled booklet.
On it are my thoughts on kitchen ingredients.
I opened it and looked at it. It was full of experiences in cooking every day, as well as the usage and dosage of various dishes.
‘Three quarters of avocado, 110 grams of fusilli noodles, 100 grams of snow peas, 100 grams of asparagus, three tablespoons of olive oil, and a small amount of pepper’
The ingredients for various dishes are recorded on it. It can be seen that the handwriting on it is quite sloppy, but there is still a sense of detail. It should be Rowling's handwriting.
Lu Sheng slowly read the pamphlet. Suddenly he made a move.
There is a photo on the middle page of the booklet.
He pulled out the photo and looked at it. It was a photo of Rowling and her husband Jayne.
The two stood on the warm beach, Rowling's hands wrapped around Jayne's neck, with a bright and happy smile on her face.
Looking at the photo intently, Lu Sheng suddenly couldn't help but think of himself and Chen Yunxi.
"Perhaps if she hadn't followed me, Yunxi could still live a better life as an ordinary person." He put away the photo. Thinking of Chen Yunxi's death in the accident, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Continue to look through the booklet, and there are still some records of various dishes below.
Turning over and over, he suddenly paused slightly.
'Have you ever felt lonely?'
In the brochure, among a bunch of dishes, this sentence suddenly appeared.
Lu Sheng stared at this sentence for a while.
Continuing to turn back, he found no other abnormalities.
However, judging from this sentence, there should be signs that Rowling has a problem very early on.
After putting the pamphlet away, Lu Sheng flipped through it carefully and found no clues. He then entered the bedroom at the murder scene. The bedroom had been thoroughly searched by police detectives and nothing was left behind.
Lu Sheng checked it carefully and finally made sure that there was nothing, and then slowly exited the bedroom.
Carefully returning to the corridor at the exit, Lu Sheng turned the door handle, walked out, and closed the door behind his back. He looked around to make sure there was no problem before slowly going downstairs.
When I reached the corner of the stairs.
Click.
Suddenly there was a sound at the door of Luo Lin's house.
Locked!?
Lu Sheng's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the door. There was still no movement at all, as if the sound he heard just now was just an illusion.
Taking a deep breath, he quickened his pace and walked downstairs, came to Jack's door, took out his key and tried to open the door.
But after inserting the key and twisting it, the inside was actually locked, and it was locked from the inside out. This lock method cannot be opened from the outside at all.
Lu Sheng already felt something was wrong. He thought about the man who looked exactly like Jack when he went upstairs, opened the door and walked into Jack's house, and he vaguely understood something in his heart.
Just as he was about to take out the key, he suddenly gave it one final twist.
Click.
The lock is unlocked.
Lu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled the door out. The door was obviously unlocked, but the door panel could not be opened very well. It was as if someone inside was holding on to the handle with his hand, preventing the door from opening.
Lu Sheng pulled hard a few times, and the crack in the door was already opened as wide as a finger. However, it seemed as if someone was wrestling with him. He couldn't pull it open anymore, but it was still slowly being pulled back.
He suddenly paused and vaguely heard the faint sound of breathing on the inside of the door.
"What on earth are you!?" Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice.
No answer.
There was just silence on the other side of the door.
Lu Sheng vaguely felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity. This sense of familiarity seemed to be something he had experienced somewhere before, or had seen something similar.
After thinking about it, he decisively let go and let the door close with a click.
Turning around, he quickly went downstairs and walked towards the distance without looking back.
We can no longer stay in this place.
He carefully sensed the rules of this world. The rules here were so strict and the strength of the suppression was so great that they were simply not like a low-energy world with a high speed of time.
It can even be said that many of the rules are almost the same as those in the Demon World. Whether it is intensity or rigor, the rules of this world are far from comparable to those of the worlds that came before.
Walking on the street, Lu Sheng lowered his eyes and glanced at the passers-by from time to time.
Joking couples, loving couples, carriages parked on the roadside, and messy colorful graffiti on the walls.
There are also places where Union Jacks are hung on string above the streets.
"This is London, but I don't know if it's the London I know." Lu Sheng raised his head and glanced at the small flags that were exactly the same as in his memory.
He quickened his pace, and soon a slightly old carriage drove up the street. He stepped forward to stop it and stepped on it.
"Sir? Where are you going?" the coachman turned and asked.
Lu Sheng thought for a while.
"Du Jones No. 73."
"Okay, sit tight."
The carriage moved slowly.
Lu Sheng leaned back on the car seat and finally relaxed completely. Once he truly relaxed, he felt a burst of muscle pain all over his body. His arms and legs felt as if they were filled with lead and were extremely heavy.
Moreover, his lungs were burning, and his elbows and calves must have been swollen. Without long-term fighting training and resistance training, Jack's muscles and skin were far less tough than those of professionals.
This kind of ordinary people's skin will be bruised by a little bit of force.
"You're too weak and you need to start exercising as soon as possible!" Lu Sheng exhaled. It had been a long, long time since he had felt this kind of soreness all over his body.
He leaned back on the seat as much as possible so that his back could rest on as many things as possible.
No. 73 Jones Road, directly opposite the London Police Station. It is also where he usually works.
Usually when they take a carriage, they will say this address instead of directly saying the police station.
On the one hand, there is some taboo, and on the other hand, there is a special attached staff dormitory opposite the police station.
Since he can't live at home, he can only live in his corresponding staff dormitory for the time being.
"I can't go home, and I don't have enough money on me." Lu Sheng took out Jack's wallet and rummaged through it. He still had thirteen pounds and some change left. The rest of the money was put in the drawer of the wardrobe at home. Now he's going back
If you don't go, you won't be able to take it out and use it.
"Now I can't mobilize any Qi, nor can I open the Sea-Flowing Pearl. I can't take out any of the gold bars and jewelry prepared inside. It seems I have to rely on myself." Lu Sheng was quite helpless.
The carriage moved forward slowly, and after about ten minutes, it slowly stopped in front of a square building with brown-red bricks.
There are also policemen in black uniforms and tall hats patrolling at the entrance of the building. They have batons and pistols on the polished belts around their waists. Each of them has a more or less mustache, looks arrogant, and carries
The unique solemnity and overlooking of power agencies.
Lu Sheng glanced at it, paid the money, jumped out of the carriage, and walked towards the police station gate.
The London police of this era were not in a period when the legal system was much more robust. The power agencies and police powers at this time were far beyond what the police would be able to do in the future.
Lu Sheng learned from Jack's memory that the police department was undergoing restructuring recently, which seemed to be in line with the nationwide judicial reform. From time to time, inspectors would come down to check on the situation, which is why these patrol officers were working so hard.
Bang.
After just a few steps, a newsboy rushed out of nowhere in a panic and bumped into a patrolman.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, policeman! I didn't mean to do it!" The little newsboy's face suddenly turned pale, and he immediately apologized and bowed hurriedly.
"Do you want to attack the police?" The pot-bellied patrol officer glared, grabbed the newsboy by the collar, and almost lifted him up.
"Okay, okay, Buddy, why are you angry with a kid?" Lu Sheng strode over.
"Jack, haven't you gone back? Shouldn't you be on night shift today?" When the fat patrolman saw Lu Sheng, he greeted him familiarly and put down the little newsboy in his hand.
"No way, I don't want to live there anymore." Lu Sheng shrugged with a hapless face.