At this time, Jiudunling has entered spring, and the hazy drizzle falls from the sky suddenly and without warning.
Samuel stood on the street, looking at the gloomy sky, feeling the chill in the wind, and couldn't help but tighten his clothes. Most of the pedestrians on the road were the same as him, with long clothes covering most of their bodies.
Dunling is an industrial city, and the air is filled with spilled dirty particles. Such clothing can block them very well.
This is a very interesting city. It is difficult for a stranger here to accept this. Industrial pollution corrodes the city, but the vigorous power at the core is constantly making the city progress. Destruction and rebirth coexist.
The eliminated parts were placed into the abyss at the bottom, and new technologies were constantly built on the corpses, and so on.
Samuel is full of curiosity about this city that only exists in other people's mouths. Now that he has arrived, he realizes the difference between it and Feng Leng Cui.
Although Lorenzo Medici has died and the golden age he led has also come to an end, some wealth has been preserved from that ending era. It has become the cornerstone of art and made Feileng Cui's humanities and art continue.
soar.
The melodious melody, the exquisite paintings, and the poet's singing, the perfect combination of emerald green and faith. Although it seems a bit backward from today's perspective, the backward sacredness is white and fascinating, full of mystery.
The colorful colors of fantasy and holiness.
But the old Dunling he is in now is completely different from it. There is no romance or dream in this city, only a solemn iron gray. From the sky to the earth, it is covered by such gray fog, which fills every place.
, become one with the city.
There is no room for fantasy, there is only absolute cold reality, suffocation and despair, but also full of progress and dawn.
Samuel coughed hard several times. As a foreigner, he still couldn't stand the air in Old Dunling. It was cold, damp, and smelled of rust. Sometimes breathing was simply torture.
As a member of the envoy and Anthony's deputy, this old Dunling can be regarded as a dragon's den or a tiger's den for Samuel. Although there is nothing now, he always suspects that someone somewhere is watching him vigilantly.
The cleanup agencies were so vigilant towards them. After welcoming the delegation, they felt as if they were under house arrest in the embassy. There were no activities that required their attendance, so they could only stay in the embassy quietly late at night.
A carriage will arrive, and the person in charge named Arthur will talk to Anthony alone. Samuel doesn't know what they are talking about.
He really couldn't stand this kind of life. Of course, he was more curious about the old Dunling. After getting Anthony's consent, he finally had the opportunity to come out and have a look. Although he couldn't go too far, it was enough.
Samuel could feel the vague eyes of those people peeping at him. After all, he was also a demon hunter, with dangerous secret blood flowing in his body, and he was not bound by the silver bolt.
Different from regular demon hunters, new generation demon hunters like Samuel have urgent needs and do not have much time to train. Their mastery of powers is not exquisite, but it is enough to cope with ordinary work.
However, there will always be people with extraordinary talents, like swordsmanship geniuses, who can easily defeat their masters the first time they hold a sword. There are also people like this among the new generation of demon hunters. This forbidden power is in his hands.
So docile.
Samuel had only seen that person on the list. Unlike himself, he was the first batch of demon hunters to infiltrate. Judging from the process of the mission, they had been infiltrating the city for many days because of the purge agency.
Monitoring, now Samuel has not had a chance to contact them.
Walking to a corner of the street, although the city was so gloomy and cold, there were some places to rest after all. Samuel bought a newspaper and sat down at a restaurant on the street, preparing to take a look at the city while dining.
What happened.
"Guest, what would you like to order?" the waiter asked Samuel politely.
Samuel did not answer in a hurry, but looked at the menu carefully. He always felt that a heavy metal industrial city like Old Dunling would not have any overly good meals. Of course, this may also be his prejudice.
"Guest, you are new to Jiudunling, right?"
Seeing Samuel's hesitation, the waiter asked.
"Well, I'm from Feilengcui." Samuel answered casually while looking at the menu.
"Oh oh oh, that's a really nice place, the sun is shining, right?"
Samuel thought for a moment and said, "It's almost the same. At least it's much clearer than the old Dunling."
"It's great." The waiter sighed. There were very few opportunities to see a clear sky in Old Dunling. It was always so gloomy here.
"Would you like me to recommend some special dishes for you?"
After watching Samuel pick for a long time, the waiter said again.
Hearing what he said, Samuel thought it was okay, so he put down the menu and said, "Then you can help me order some. After all, this is my first time in Old Dunling, and I haven't tried many things."
The waiter motioned to Samuel, as if he was wrapped up in his arms.
After solving these problems, Samuel found a suitable place to sit down. He could see everything on the street through the window, so it would be a good place to have a meal.
It took some time to serve the meal. During this time, Samuel was ready to read the newspaper, but as soon as he opened it, a line of large characters was revealed. On the black and white pictures, there were paragraphs of text full of fear and suspense. Unexpectedly, Old Dunling
The daily life was so exciting that Samuel started reading it with some curiosity.
"A nasty robbery occurred in the inner city yesterday..."
As he read in a low voice, the black-and-white paper and reality began to overlap, time moved forward, and the pedestrians on the road were like scenes played in reverse, and everything began to be traced back to its origins.
Until the sun rises, everything freezes to the time of the crime, and time begins to flow again.
In this retrospective scene, the man slowly walked onto the stage.
Nibel was wearing a heavy coat, covered with stains and dust. He was walking hurriedly on the street, his eyes were strangely sunken, and his eyes were bright in the darkness.
Some pedestrians noticed him, but as if they were avoiding something, they all moved out of the way after briefly looking at him. Nibel looked in bad shape, as if he hadn't had a good sleep in dozens of days, and his cheeks were sunken.
Go down, there is no blood.
People like him are very common. Generally speaking, people who inject hallucinogens for a long time will become like this. Hallucinogens are obviously not a good thing, let alone in the inner city. Although the nobles also use it,
In order to protect the apparent glory, they will still futilely angrily denounce this unclean thing.
Outsiders think that Nibel's condition is very bad, but only he knows that he is doing very well now, and has never been better, as if his previous life was an illusion, and it is only now that he has truly come to life.
He can do what he wants and get what he wants. At this moment, there is a pistol hidden under his clothes. It is filled with bullets. As long as he holds it tightly, even Nibel can briefly become the world.
of the monarch.
Nibel walked directly to the bank. His appearance naturally attracted the attention of the security guards. Not to mention the man's dusty clothes, looking at his face, the security guards could see his problem at a glance, just like a drunkard.
There are so many mental patients that people have to be wary of what they want to do.
"gentlemen……"
The other security guard remained polite and peaceful, hoping to persuade this strange man to leave without causing any disputes.
"What's wrong!"
Nibel responded with some excitement. He looked extremely happy, with a weird smile on his sickly face, which made people feel cold and chilly.
"Today is such a beautiful sunny day! Isn't it!"
Nibel was extremely happy, which made the security guard a little confused. There was no such thing as sunshine in the old Dunling place. But before he could react, tearing pain came from his abdomen.
Looking down, Nibel didn't know when he had taken action. The dagger stabbed into the security guard's abdomen. As his wrist twisted, more severe pain came from it.
"ah……"
The security guard sucked in the air-conditioning hard, and the fear of death prevented him from even screaming in pain. At this moment, these unusual movements had attracted the attention of the rest of the people. The remaining security guards took out their pistols and pointed them at Nibel in warning.
he.
Nibel directly pressed close to the security guard in front of him, and the two of them overlapped each other. This short period of time prevented the others from daring to shoot rashly, which gave Nibel a chance. He looked like a madman and even walked unsteadily.
He was shaky, but his marksmanship was ridiculously accurate in such a trance-like state.
After a few gunshots, Nibel directly knocked down several other security guards. There are not many security forces here. After all, this is an inner city, and there are mounted police patrolling at all times. No one will commit a crime here at the risk of their life.
But it was as if Nibel had planned it. The mounted police had already left the area and would patrol back in a few minutes. The sound of gunshots had already attracted the attention of some people. He could hear the constant sound of iron whistles.
, the mounted police are rushing here.
There is still enough time, although it is short-lived, it is enough for Nibel.
He took the injured security guard hostage and advanced into the bank. At this time, there was no one inside. The salesman pulled down the iron bars and it was like a fortress, blocking Nibel's progress.
Nibel seemed a little disappointed. Sure enough, you need to be prepared in advance to rob a bank. His impulsive actions will always lead to various situations.
"You have no chance, leave now!"
Someone hid behind the iron fence and shouted at him.
Robbing a bank is a very professional thing, and it's not something a lunatic can do just by drinking too much and mustering up the courage.
The same was true for Nibel. He held the security guard hostage and stood in the empty hall, his expression a little lost, and the muscles on his face stiffened together, but suddenly he laughed wildly.
"Actually, sometimes people don't care about the results, but the process, the happiness in the process. Just like sometimes, what you enjoy more than being full is the process of eating, the sweet pleasure of the mouth."
"Right, that's right!"
He yelled at the security guard, but the security guard had no strength to reply to him. His face was pale due to blood loss, and he might have collapsed if Nibel hadn't been holding him hostage.
"Everyone is a combustible flame. Everyone has the opportunity to burn passionately, but because of one damn incident, we can only live quietly, right?"
He stared hard into the security guard's eyes, tightened his collar, and questioned him loudly.
"Have you ever thought about a day like this, right? You've had enough of a tired and mediocre life, and you suddenly go crazy, pick up a gun and kill your colleagues, then rob a bank, kill people... in short, you can do whatever you want!"
Like a madman talking to a dead thing, the security guard had fainted, his body softened, and he fell down without any strength.
Nibel was stunned for a moment, and then angrily beat the fallen body. As if venting his anger was not enough, he shot behind the iron bars, emptying all the bullets.
Then he ran over as hard as he could, grabbing the iron bars tightly and trying to squeeze himself through the narrow gap.
"I see you! I see you!"
He saw the female salesperson hiding under the table, yelling excitedly and squeezing her face hard. His eyeballs were bloodshot and bulging due to the pressure. The woman just looked back and was frightened.
There were men trying to stop him. They were inside the iron fence, and Nibel had lost his empty pistol. He had nothing to fear.
The man tried to punch Nibel in the face, but Nibel was faster than him. As he pulled away, his other hand reached over and grabbed the man. This sick body contained terrifying power. The man
His arm was pulled out by him, and then Nibel bit it off mercilessly.
There were painful whines and the sound of flesh and blood tearing, along with the clothes, Nibel took a big mouthful of flesh and blood in one bite. The blood stained the corners of his mouth red, and then he spit out the flesh and blood with all his strength.
The bright red blood brought color to his gray face, and he looked crazy.
"Just like this, I just enjoy this process, the process of change. Change is difficult, but it is worth a try to save your soul from that rotten cage!"
He shouted in surprise and stuck his head over again.
"Come and give it a try! Friends, say goodbye to your mediocre and boring life!"
The man clutched his injured hand in pain. He ignored Nibel. The iron whistle was very close at hand. The mounted police were already here. They broke in through the door and were well-equipped. Amidst the sounds of loading and warnings, Nibel turned slowly.
Overdoing it, the crazy expression suddenly weakened. For a moment, he seemed to be normal, and then he started crying.
Nibel raised his hands and knelt down, crying bitterly.
"Please! Help me!"
No one knew what was going on with this sudden return. The mounted police warned him, but Nibel still opened his clothes with trembling hands, revealing the explosives underneath. They were tied in circles.
There is a funny alarm clock hanging on his abdomen, with the red pointer about to reach the end.
The madman is gone. He is crying like an ordinary person and begging for salvation.
"It was he who forced me! It was him!"
Nibel shouted repeatedly, tears washing away the blood at the corners of his mouth, like a sinner begging for forgiveness.