As the saying goes, the devil is one foot high, and the way is ten feet higher. Just as Clara activated her sixth sense and changed her own trajectory, Lin En, who took the lucky spirit potion, also had a sudden inspiration and stopped an airport bus.
In different places and times, the two people let their intuition guide their bodies, completely abandoning thinking and rationality, and it becomes a situation of one chasing the other.
Even though these two people have never met before.
A taxi and a bus were driving in the vast traffic flow. Their routes did not overlap, but they occasionally passed the same place.
Lynn looked at the location signal sent by Nick Fury on the phone and found that the target was constantly changing the direction of movement, as if trying to get rid of the pursuers behind him.
However, Lin En did not actually chase her on purpose. He himself did not even know where the airport bus was going. He just waited leisurely for the bus to arrive at the terminal.
After all, she ran away and he chased her, and she couldn't escape even if she had wings.
That’s what Lynn is thinking now.
The Fuling potion is indeed a good thing that takes 6 months and uses many precious herbs to make.
I heard that there can't be any mistakes when brewing this thing, otherwise a small mistake will lead to a huge error. Not only will it fail to provide the user with 12 hours of good luck, it may also bring bad luck to the user for a lifetime.
However, it is precisely because of this that this bottle of essence of human luck, which is condensed with such luxurious manpower and material resources, makes Lin En's confidence stronger than ever before.
That's why he had the illusion just now—even if he did nothing now, he was confident that he would run into Clara.
Soon, the bus arrived at its destination, a 4-star hotel in New York's Times Square.
Lin En got out of the car slowly, stretched his waist, and found that it was indeed a bit difficult to find someone here:
It is surrounded by towering high-rise buildings, and on top of them are huge display screens, playing fast-paced advertisements of various colors, which are reflected on the surrounding glass curtain walls, creating a scene of bright lights and feasting.
Under the light of capitalism, there is an endless stream of people with different expressions, some are noisy, some are laughing, they pass by in waves, from the streets to the end of the alleys, showing all kinds of life.
And among these thousands of pedestrians, there should be a girl named Clara, trying to hide among them and avoid the scent of the hunters.
“It’s time for something big.”
Lin En didn't want to just go ahead and rely on her intuition.
He stood in the middle of the crowd, took out the magic wand from his sleeve, and raised his hand to the sky.
“It’s filled with smoke.”
Soon, a breeze blew.
It was slightly cool and damp, and felt a bit cold when it blew onto my neck, like the morning mist that greeted me when I opened the door to my home in late autumn.
A thin mist gradually rose from all directions, the advertising screens on the distant buildings gradually became blurry, and the changing light and shadows gradually dimmed.
Eventually, an unprecedented thick fog swept across Times Square.
"drop!"
“Ding ding!”
The car across the street was honking.
"What happened?"
"Oh, hell, we should go home!"
"Hou Lei, thank you. It's been many years since New York has had such heavy fog!"
At the moment, visibility is less than five meters, and the road is winding, so almost all passers-by are trapped here.
"Now, take me to see your master."
Lin En took out the paper airplane made from the plane ticket from the chest pocket of his windbreaker, blew on it, and let it fly.
The paper plane began to float and glide in the fog. This time it was faster than ever before, as if its owner was waiting for it right ahead.
…
Times Square, on the other side of the street, in thick fog.
Clara reached out her hand to feel the mist in the air, and suddenly became dejected.
A strong intuition lingered in her mind and soon made her feel depressed.
This is the side effect of her superpowers. Once the premonition is too strong and she cannot change it, it will turn into negative emotions and occupy her mind.
At this time, her premonition will fail.
But she was trapped in a thick fog, without the help of her intuition, and had no idea where to go.
And this heavy fog was most likely caused by that "ghost".
Not only did he fail to escape the other party's pursuit, but he also found himself unable to move forward.
call…
Clara was not a weak person. She had experienced things that others could not imagine before. After a brief period of depression, she quickly regained her will.
Even if you can't run away, try to struggle.
She quietly reached into her backpack, which contained a special anti-surveillance pistol made by the military.
The thick fog had not yet dissipated, and Clara could not see the direction clearly. She could only grope forward little by little with the help of the map navigation.
However, because there were too many people around, she found that the direction was blocked after walking for a while.
She was anxious and was about to try to go back, but accidentally bumped into someone's arms.
"Sorry." The man was a black-haired young man wearing a black windbreaker with an apologetic smile on his face.
He supported his waist with one hand, steadied his steps after a light turn, and spread out his other hand to maintain balance.
Like the gentleman dancing tango with the beauty in an old movie.
"Oh, sorry." Clara blushed slightly, whispered sorry, and then quickly escaped from the other person's support.
It was during this process that she discovered that the hand that the black-haired young man had just extended was not for maintaining balance.
He seemed to be trying to catch something in the thick fog.
Clara looked closely and found that it was a blue paper airplane.
This guy is really weird, is he a magician
Clara was already uneasy, and there had just been an embarrassing scene. Now faced with this strange situation, she wanted to leave even more.
So she turned around quickly, tightened her clothes, and walked into the thick fog.
But the next second, her whole body shook violently and she stood still.
"Miss Trenia, this seems to be something you lost."
The black-haired young man behind him suddenly spoke.
"I found it at the airport and followed it all the way here, thinking I should return it to you."
"Don't you want to check if it's yours? What if I've got the wrong person and you're not actually Miss Trenia but Miss Clara?"
That ghost!
Clara's heart was trembling. She didn't expect that she would be found by the other party so quickly.
"Who are you?"
Clara turned slowly and saw the dark-haired young man with a bright smile on his face.
"Of course—"
"Falling unconscious."
Lin En, who is no longer a rookie, can't afford to waste time talking to the other party at this juncture.
He drew out his wand and cast a stunning spell on the girl with extraordinary abilities.
Even in his aesthetic point of view, Miss Clara was so beautiful that it was hard to describe her beauty.