call!
Lu Sheng was empty, and Rowling disappeared again.
Boom! !
There was another muffled sound, Lu Sheng turned around and whipped his legs, hitting the waist of Rowling who had just appeared. She was so whipped that she flew out violently and hit the door panel and rolled down.
"It's useless..." Lu Sheng approached slowly.
Suddenly a kitchen knife whizzed at high speed and flew from behind him.
Lu Sheng tilted his head slightly, and the kitchen knife scraped his hair and slashed hard into the wall in front of him.
He looked in front of him again, and sure enough, Rowling was gone again.
Turning around, Rowling was standing at the kitchen door, holding a metal fork in her hand and showing a weird smile at him.
Suddenly Lu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, he lowered his head abruptly, a trail of black air roared from behind him, passing right above his head.
If he hadn't lowered his head just now, then this trace of black air would have shot right into the back of his head.
Looking up again, Lu Sheng saw that trace of black air just flew to Rowling's injured wound, attached to it, and quickly turned into flesh and blood, healing the wound.
"How the hell do you fight!?" The other party has supernatural power and cannot be beaten to death. He can only use the body of an ordinary person.
And after the big action confrontation just now, he is already a little out of breath. Obviously Jack's physical strength is simply not enough to support so much confrontation consumption. He can be considered to have experienced the feelings of those opponents who fought against him in the past.
However, to his surprise, the opponent did not rush forward again. Instead, he stood quietly at the door, looking at him expressionlessly.
Slowly, a strange smile appeared on Rowling's mouth again.
call!
This time, there was another blur before Lu Sheng completely lost Rowling's presence.
At the same time, various other heavy voices gradually appeared in his ears. The horn of the car outside, the faint crying of children upstairs and downstairs and the coughing of the elderly, occasionally mixed with some cats and dogs barking.
A large number of voices burst out suddenly, as if the start button had been pressed.
Lu Sheng held a kitchen knife casually, and carefully checked the surroundings. This time, Rowling did not appear again.
Walking to the door of the kitchen, he looked left and right in the corridor, but he didn't see anyone.
The living room was also quiet.
Lu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the living room and began to search for possible clues. Especially the round snake eye-like symbol before.
However, he couldn't find the symbol. In a small closet in the living room, he found a booklet with a red shell.
It says kitchen material experience.
I opened it and looked at it. It is full of some experience in cooking every day, as well as the usage and dosage of various dishes.
'Three quarters of avocado, 110 grams of screw noodles, 100 grams of snow peas, 100 grams of asparagus, 3 tablespoons of olive oil, a little pepper...'
All kinds of dishes and ingredients are recorded on it. It can be seen that the handwriting on it is rather scribbled, but you can still feel a sense of detail. It should be Rowling's handwriting.
Lu Sheng slowly opened the pamphlet. Suddenly he made a move.
There was a photograph in the middle of the booklet.
He took out the photo and looked at it. It was a photo of Rowling and her husband Jayne.
The two stood on the warm beach, with Rowling's hands wrapped around Jayne's neck, with a bright and happy smile on her face.
Looking at the photo fixedly, Lu Sheng suddenly couldn't help thinking of himself, thinking of Chen Yunxi...
"Perhaps... if she hadn't followed me, Yunxi would still be an ordinary person, and she could have a better life..." He put away the photo. Thinking of Chen Yunxi's death in the accident, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.
Continue to look through the brochure, there are still records of various dishes below.
Flipping through the pages, suddenly he paused slightly.
'Have you ever felt lonely? '
In the brochure, among a bunch of dishes, this sentence popped up suddenly.
Lu Sheng stared at this sentence for a while.
Continuing to turn back, he found no other abnormalities.
But judging from this sentence, Rowling has a problem, and there should be signs very early on.
After packing the pamphlet, Lu Sheng looked through it carefully, but found no clues, and went into the bedroom at the murder scene. The bedroom had been raided by the police detectives long ago, and nothing was left behind.
Lu Sheng rummaged through it vigilantly, and finally confirmed that there was nothing there, and then slowly exited the bedroom.
Carefully returning to the corridor at the exit, Lu Sheng turned the doorknob, walked out, and closed the door behind his back. He looked around and made sure there was nothing wrong before slowly going downstairs.
When you come to the corner of the stairs.
click.
Suddenly there was a sound from Rowling's door.
It's 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 voice he heard just now was just an illusion.
Taking a deep breath, he quickened his pace and walked downstairs to Jack's house, took out the key and tried to open the door.
But when the key was inserted and twisted, the inside was actually locked, and it was locked from the inside out. This kind of lock cannot be opened from the outside at all.
Lu Sheng already felt something was wrong. When he thought of the man who looked exactly like Jack when he went upstairs, he opened the door and walked into Jack's house, and he understood something in his heart.
Just as he was about to pull out the key, he suddenly twisted it one last time.
click.
The lock is open.
Lu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then pulled the door out. The door was clearly unlocked, but the door panel could not be opened very much, as if... as if someone inside was holding the handle firmly with his hand, not to let him go. The door opens normally.
Lu Sheng pulled hard a few times, and the door was already opened as wide as a finger, but it seemed that someone was wrestling with him, and if he pulled again, he couldn't open it, but was still being pulled back slowly.
He stopped suddenly, and faintly heard the slight breathing sound inside the door.
"What the hell 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 an inexplicable familiarity. This kind of familiarity seems to be that he has felt it somewhere before, or seen something similar.
After thinking about it, he let go decisively, allowing the door to close with a click.
Turning around, he thumped and went downstairs quickly. He walked towards the distance without looking back.
This place can't stay anymore.
He carefully perceives the rules of this world. The rules here are so strict and the intensity is so suppressed that it doesn't look like a low-energy world with a fast flow of time.
It can even be said that many of the rules are almost the same as those of the Heavenly Demon Realm. Whether it is strength or rigor, the rules of this world are far from those of the worlds that came before.
Walking on the street, Lu Sheng lowered his gaze, scanning passers-by from time to time.
Joking couples, loving couples, carriages parked on the side of the road, and colorful graffiti on the walls.
There are also Union Jacks hung above the street with strings in some places.
"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 national 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 onto it.
"Sir? Where are you going?" the coachman turned his head and asked.
Lu Sheng thought about it.
"Dow Jones 73."
"Okay, sit still."
The carriage moved slowly.
Lu Sheng leaned back on the car seat, and only then did he completely relax. Once he really relaxed, he felt a pain in the muscles all over his body. His arms and legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they were extremely heavy.
Moreover, his lungs are burning hot, and his elbows and calves should be swollen. Without long-term fighting training and fighting training, Jack's muscles and skin are far from being as tough as professionals.
With the skin of an ordinary person, bruises would appear with a little more force.
"It's too weak... You must start exercising as soon as possible!" Lu Sheng exhaled, it's been a long, long time since he felt this kind of soreness all over his body.
He leaned back on the seat as much as possible, so that his back could rely on things as much as possible.
73 Dow Jones Road, directly opposite the London Police Station. It is also where he usually works.
Usually when they ride in a carriage, they always say this address instead of directly saying the police station.
On the one hand, there are some taboos, and on the other hand, there is a special affiliated staff dormitory opposite the police station.
There is no way to live at home, so he can only live in the corresponding staff dormitory first, and make up for it for the time being.
"I can't go home, I don't have enough money..." Lu Sheng took out Jack's wallet, rummaged through it, and there were thirteen pounds and some change left. The rest of the money is kept in the drawer of the wardrobe at home, and I can't go back now, but I can't take it out and use it.
"Now I can't mobilize a trace of earth energy, and I can't open the sea-covering pearl, and I can't take out any gold bars and jewels prepared inside... It seems that I can only 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 police officers in black uniforms and high hats patrolling the gates of the buildings, with batons and pistols on their shiny belts. Each of them has a more or less mustache, with a high-spirited look, with the awe and overlooking that are unique to power organizations.
Lu Sheng glanced around, paid the money, jumped out of the carriage, and walked towards the gate of the police station.
The London police in this era are not in the later period when the legal system was much more robust. At this time, the authority and the power of the police are far from being comparable to the police in the future.
Lu Sheng learned from Jack's memory that the police department is undergoing restructuring recently, which seems to be in line with the nationwide judicial reform. From time to time, inspectors will come down to check the situation, which is why these patrolmen work so hard.
Boom.
Just a few steps away, a newspaper boy rushed out from nowhere in a panic and bumped into a patrolman.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! The policeman, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" The little newsboy turned pale immediately, and immediately apologized and bowed in a hurry.
"Are you trying to assault the police?" The policeman with a big belly stared at him, grabbed the newsboy by the collar, and almost lifted him up.
"Okay, okay, Buddy, what's the point of being angry with a child." Lu Sheng strode over.
"Jack, didn't you go back? You shouldn't be on the night shift today?" The fat patrolman greeted Lu Sheng familiarly, and put down the little newsboy in his hand.
"It can't be helped, I don't want to stay at home." Lu Sheng shrugged with a bad luck face.