"Okay, I should go." Jack quickly rolled up the oil painting, turned around and pushed the door out in a hurry. "Thank you this time, I'll treat you to dinner next time!"
"Hey, you kid, you're doing this again!" Andrew's voice came from behind, "Be careful, don't get yourself involved! Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to your father!"
"I know I know!" Jack waved his hands without looking back.
After leaving the university gate, Jack looked up at the sky in London, which was gloomy and oppressive, full of heavy gray and black.
He recalled the difficulties he found during the inspection of the scene in the previous murder case.
In the case, the murderer was apparently unaffected by dozens of gunshots. After murdering another family of six, he escaped hundreds of meters before falling to the ground and dying.
In the state of being shot, it can continue to move freely... That kind of monster has a strange symbol... ..
There is also the weird symbol that was suddenly discovered today. The case seems to be hidden in layers of fog, and people uncover layer after layer, but they still can't find the truth.
Touching the holster again, Jack knew that he might rely on this old man a lot in the future. In other words, this is the only thing he can rely on.
Tightening the holster tightly, Jack strode towards the distance, but he didn't notice at all that over the entire London sky, traces of dark clouds and black fog were quietly gathering...
The whole city seemed to be gradually surrounded by black mist, which began with the fall of night.
In some corners deep in the city, there are a lot of strange and low-pitched roars.
Without people noticing, some sticky shadows moved quickly along the corner towards the block where Jack was.
Jack, on the other hand, was rushing towards the building he lived in without realizing it.
Walking fast all the way, he was over thirty years old, and his physical strength began to decline slowly due to hidden injuries. When he arrived at the residence, he was already a little out of breath.
Slowly going up the stairs, Jack held on to the iron railing, feeling vaguely that the surroundings seemed to be getting darker.
A large number of black shadows, which he could not see, quickly penetrated into the murder scene above him, like black oil, and quickly condensed into a black human figure as tall as a person.
The blackness of the human figure faded quickly, revealing a fair appearance.
Surprisingly, it was Rowling, the wife of the previous family who killed her husband and child.
Rowling was smiling, holding a bloody knife in her hand, standing in the living room slowly facing the door. On one of her arms, a strange bloody symbol could be faintly seen.
"Go to the scene first and take a look." Jack was determined. The symbols he discovered just now are of great significance. He must check again to see if he can find some new clues.
Thinking of this, he climbed up the stairs step by step.
Chi.
Suddenly, a slight sound pierced into his ear.
Jack was taken aback for a moment, feeling a sudden pain in the back of his head, and then his vision became blurred.
"I... .!?"
He lost his balance and slowly fell backwards with his head raised.
Snapped!
Halfway down, Jack yanked on the side bars.
Eyes closed, then opened again. The eyes that were full of righteous belief just now have been replaced by a gloomy and cold demeanor.
"It's a bit bad.. It started like this when we came here."
Lu Sheng shook his drowsy brain, but the memory in his mind was extremely complete. Jack himself was also his soul body in this world, so the fusion of the two did not exclude the slightest.
Although there were no abnormalities in the surroundings at this time, Lu Sheng, who had experienced many battles, keenly sensed something was wrong as soon as he arrived.
The surrounding air and atmosphere were obviously extremely depressing. It's been so long outside, but I haven't seen a single pedestrian passing by.
The most important thing is... This body is very weak! Very weak!
Basically at the level of an ordinary adult, the only thing that has any combat power is the pistol on his waist.
Pistols are fine against ordinary people, but they are completely useless against supernatural beings who don't speak physics.
But now, he could already feel the troublesome aura of that supernatural existence.
"The smell of danger is getting stronger..." Lu Sheng licked his dry lips, he could smell the murderous intent in the air around him.
"It's too late to improve and strengthen in a short period of time... The basic rules of this world still need time to adapt! The strengthening of the body also takes time! This is troublesome...."
Lu Sheng is different from Jack, he already feels that the destination above his head has a powerful, terrifying aura that makes people tremble all over, which is suppressing his five senses.
hiss...
"Really, how long has it been since such an exciting experience?" Lu Sheng took a deep breath, this was the first time he came to such a dangerous situation.
To be forced to deal with such a strong unknown existence as an ordinary person.
"Just try it! My limit!" Lu Sheng exhaled slowly and continued to climb up.
Now it takes at least a month or more to strengthen the physical body before reaching the limit of human beings. This is the fastest ideal state.
And even if it is the limit of human beings, it can't handle the troubles in front of it.
Lu Sheng slowly pulled out the pistol and held it in his hand. His soul quickly adjusted his body state, putting his whole body in an extremely quiet and balanced state.
If this battle is not done well, he will really have to go back to his hometown for the New Year this trip.
Even a pessimistic point of view will implicate the old professor Andrew, Jack's parents, and even more people.
hiss...
Suddenly Lu Sheng paused, and a black air flew past behind him.
He didn't look back, squinted his eyes, and after a pause, he slowly climbed to the door of his house on the second floor.
He took out the key and inserted it into the door lock, reaching out and twisting the doorknob.
Kaka..
"Sure enough..." The door couldn't be opened for some reason.
He looked around in a blink of an eye, and soon saw the iron garbage shovel from the neighbor's house to sweep the floor by the wall.
Lu Sheng breathed calmly, walked over to pick up the garbage shovel, and then used his feet to shovel the garbage down and fold it hard.
The garbage shovel lever, which was originally a hollow iron sheet, was snapped off. Only the sharpest upper half is left.
Picking up the iron rod, Lu Sheng shook it slightly, showing a satisfied expression.
"Now this body can't fight people hard."
Holding the iron rod, it is now considered an iron thorn. Lu Sheng didn't care about other things, and continued to climb towards the third floor.
Walking slowly to the third floor, he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the stairwell behind him.
Taking advantage of the moment he turned to go upstairs, he glanced down from the corner of his eye.
Just in time, I saw a Jack who looked exactly like himself, walking slowly upstairs, stood in front of his house, took out the key and inserted it into the door lock.
That Jack turned his back to him, twisting the key slightly in his hand.
The door opened silently, he walked in slowly and stiffly, and the door closed again.
Lu Sheng stopped and started to feel a little weird.
"It doesn't seem to be a simple siege." He had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something was suppressed in his heart, and it might explode completely at any time.
Holding the iron rod tightly in his hand, he continued to go up, and quickly walked to the left side of the third floor, in front of the iron gate where the murder occurred.
He took out the key that had been arranged secretly for the convenience of investigation, and he gently inserted it in and twisted it.
With a soft click, the door opened.
Putting away the key, Lu Sheng stood in the porch and looked inside. The inside was clean, and there was no trace of a murder scene at all, just like an ordinary household.
The door is a shoe cabinet, on which there is a small vase with a withered rose in it. A line of words was written on the belly of the vase with a red marker: love you forever.
Lu Sheng withdrew his gaze, and walked slowly into the door. The place where he entered was a five-meter-long corridor, with the kitchen and bathroom entrances on both sides.
He drew out the pistol at his waist with one hand, held the iron rod with the other, and moved forward slowly.
When he reached the door of the kitchen, he glanced inside, but there was nothing inside.
Then he turned his head and looked towards the opposite bathroom.
call! !
Lu Sheng suddenly turned his head to look at the kitchen again.
There was a long-haired woman in a white sweater standing at the door of the kitchen where there was no one there just now. She held a table knife in her expressionless face and slashed towards Lu Sheng's face.
Chi!
Boom!
Lu Sheng grasped her arm, and the knife was only a few centimeters away from his face!
"Are you crazy!!? No! You are!!?" The memory belonging to Jack made him immediately recognize the person in front of him.
"You are Rowling!!?" Lu Sheng felt the strength of the opponent's arm he was grasping was getting stronger and stronger, and he could hear his arms and muscles trembling and moaning.
The muscles on Lu Sheng's face were twisting, and even with all his strength, he couldn't stop the table knife from getting closer and closer to him.
Soon, soon he could almost feel the tip of the knife almost touching his eyeball.
"Fuck you!"
Suddenly, he kicked Rowling hard on the lower abdomen.
Boom! !
Rowling lost her balance and staggered backwards.
Just as Lu Sheng was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, suddenly his eyes blurred, and Rowling was no longer in front of him.
He didn't have time to think about it, so he rolled forward on the spot just to avoid Rowling's knife stabbing him behind him.
The person who was in front of him just now ran behind him.
"Damn it!" Lu Sheng quickly pulled out his pistol and shot the woman in front of him three times.
bang bang bang! !
The gunshots exploded and rang through the narrow kitchen, making his own eardrums ache.
Three bullet holes appeared on Rowling's forehead and cheeks, and scarlet blood slowly flowed out from the holes. But soon the bullet holes healed up automatically, as if they had never appeared before.
The table knife in Rowling's hand remained at the same speed, slashing fiercely at Lu Sheng's head.
"I knew it!" Lu Sheng clenched the iron rod and thrust forward fiercely.
Pooh!
This time it worked, and the spike at the end of the iron rod dug hard into Rowling's stomach.
Lu Sheng let go and quickly got up, stepping forward with a kick.
He used to be a master of free combat with hundreds of levels. Even if this body has not undergone similar training, its movement response and precision are completely impeccable.
This kick hit Rowling's elbow, and the knife was kicked away, and fell in a circle to the kitchen platform not far away.
Lu Sheng was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, when his eyes blurred again, and he immediately lost sight of Rowling again.
Boom!
He turned around and elbowed Rowling, who was rushing from behind, hard on the neck.
At the same time, he opened his elbows, turned into arms and turned down, grabbing Rowling's shoulders.