After waking up

At this moment, Mulan's muscles were still trembling slightly under the influence of a large amount of adrenaline secreted. He calmed down his breathing and looked at the lifeless perverted murderer on the ground. Mulan squatted down and confirmed again that he was dead. After that, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mulan had no intention of arresting this perverted murderer for trial. He had the idea of ​​killing him directly from the beginning. After all, it was too dangerous to be targeted by such a crazy pervert. There were many plots in the TV series. This is the kind of person who breaks out of jail to take revenge after being caught.

Mulan reached out and picked up Lun Guang from the ground, and once again confirmed that there were indeed three bullets left in the gun chamber. Judging from the opponent's reaction before he died, he probably couldn't use the gun. It seemed that Lun Guang did have himself. will.

Then Mulan picked up the cane and silver sword and returned his eyes to the corpse at his feet. When he concentrated, he could vaguely see a black smoke-like substance filling the surroundings of the corpse. When he looked carefully at the corpse, he could vaguely see it. There was smoke, and there was a faint feeling that the attic of the room was becoming dark.

"Uh ah. No. ah."

A sharp and terrifying sound seemed to sound near the corpse. It sounded as if it was full of fear. The sound had a contradictory feeling of being both close and yet extremely far away. It also made people stand on their heads.

Mulan shook his head. Everything disappeared like an illusion. The corpse was still a corpse, the attic was still the attic, and the blood of the murderer was slowly seeping out.

What just happened was probably not an illusion, and Mulan immediately thought of the existence of the other world and the warning of Priest Aiwen.

Don't look into the outside world, at least not now.

"Dong dong dong dong."

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and the sound slowed down as they approached the attic. Detective Valentine and the police officers holding guns on the stairs walked up step by step very carefully, with "nervous" written all over their faces. .

There was no movement in the attic. I don't know what happened.

"Mr. Jonest, Mr. Jonest, are you there?"

"Mulan?"

In the attic, Mulan calmed down his mood, stabilized his excited body, then stood up slowly, and responded to the nervous police officers in a calm tone towards the stairs.

"It's okay. The criminal has been killed. Come up."

Hearing that it was Mullan's voice, Officer Valentine, who had already approached the attic but never dared to take the last four or five steps, breathed a sigh of relief. The detective took the lead and walked towards the attic.

When they entered the attic and saw the perverted murderer lying in a pool of blood, everyone finally felt relieved.

This is a slightly thin man with obvious cheekbones on his face and some stubble on his chin. His fingers are very long and the joints are large. He looks very strong. However, in such a cold weather, his clothes are very thin. .

Even though there was a big hole in his forehead, even though he was dead, the murderer still kept his eyes open. Even when facing the corpse, the police officers could still feel the terrifying sense of oppression.

Horrible, cold, cruel, perverted.

This is everyone’s intuitive feeling and is also a fact.

And the person who was confronting such a terrifying criminal who could almost be included in the warning lesson plan was standing one step away from the corpse, holding two pistols in one hand, one on the left and one on the right, and a silver-handled cane under his arm.

Although it is extremely dangerous to face a strong enemy, after the death of the opponent and just facing the corpse, Mulan, who has experienced a cruel war, will not have much trouble in his heart. He handed the black pistol in his hand to the police detective who carefully walked into the attic.

"This is the pistol he used. There should be a rifle in the house where I was first attacked today. His knife was kicked away by me and may have fallen to the street outside the window."

The detective took the pistol very carefully, and then looked at Mulan again. There were marks of bullets on his shoulder, and blood was flowing from the blood marks on his face.

"Sir Jones, how are your injuries?"

After the concentration of adrenaline in the body dropped, the excitement weakened and the pain increased. Mulan's left shoulder felt a burning sensation, but he knew just now that the gunshot wound was just a bullet scratch and was not serious.

"It's okay, just bandage it and it'll be fine. Well, I suggest dissecting this murderer. His physical fitness is incredible!"

Mulan said this while thinking, but little did he know that the police detective beside him looked at the body and then looked at Mulan, swallowed, and thought: 'You are about the same! ’

If Mulan could hear the detective's voice, he would definitely give an explanation. In fact, his shooting skills put a lot of pressure on the killer, and the other party's injuries were relatively serious. The consumption of the two was incomparable.

But Mullan didn't want to say anything now. He was too tired. He just wanted to go home and have a dinner cooked by Old Buck and then take a rest.

"Rumble"

It was still raining heavily outside, and it started to thunder again. Lightning struck the dark attic, illuminating the corpse's face even more ferociously.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you, I'm going home."

"Uh, Lord Jonest"

"I want to go home and take care of my wounds. If you have any questions, you can send someone to my house to ask, or we can talk to you tomorrow."

After seeing that the detective had no objection, Mulan stepped over the body and walked downstairs.

There are also police officers downstairs, but now they all know that the murderer is dead, so they are more relaxed. When Mulan arrived on the first floor, the male host was still awake, and the female hostess would never wake up again. .

Mulan glanced at the hostess whose half-dress was dyed red, closed her eyes slightly, and whispered in a low voice, as the Romans do.

"May the Holy Light redeem your soul."

As Mulan walked down, all the police officers subconsciously moved out of the way and looked at him in awe. Mulan stopped in front of the door, looked at the pouring rain outside, glanced at the injury on his shoulder, and finally removed the raincoat. He put on his hood and stepped out into the rain.

The moment he stepped out of the house, the Valentine Daily reporter, who was desperate for news, also rushed outside with unimaginable reaction speed.

The first reporter had already seen Mulan inside the door from a distance. When he saw that the other party was about to go out, he didn't care that the expensive camera might be damaged by the rain, so he pulled off the rain cover and picked it up to take pictures.

"Pa~"

A flash light lit up in the sulfurous smoke, and the photo was frozen to the scene where Mulan raised his hood and stepped into the rain. The latter glanced at the reporter and left quickly, thinking about the original purpose of going out.

Where were the two boys and the woman who might be the siren?

Shortly after Mullan left, several police officers went outside to search for the murderer's boning knife, but because of widespread water on the streets, it greatly increased the difficulty of finding work.

A man wearing a gentleman's dress and holding a black umbrella appeared on the street. He bent down, groped into the standing water on the street with his white-gloved hands, and picked up a sharp boning knife. .

"Gentlemen, officers, are you looking for this?"

"It seems so. Hey, is it this knife?"

"It should be so!"

Several police officers themselves were not sure, but they still took the knife. After all, the style was similar to what Mulan described. The man holding the umbrella left after handing over the knife. In addition to handing over the knife, it seemed that there was no trace of the knife before and after. It didn't attract the attention of the police officers.

"Is your name Mullan Jonest?"

The gentleman murmured to himself, with some smile on his face.