Old-time musicians

Fan Ning didn't have time to untie the curtain, so he had to dodge to the side.

The stumbling movement was completely disproportionate to its speed, and he could only see the deformed monster getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision!

The next moment, Fan Ning, whose body had lost its center of gravity, was grabbed by one arm by Joan.

The purple light lit up, and the water ripples appeared on the wall of the carriage again. The two fell through the wall and fell out of the carriage, hitting the ground heavily.

Almost at the moment of landing, Fan Ning's spiritual sense probed ten meters deep into the alley. There was a pancake shop there. When the owner heard the gunshot, he had already hurriedly closed the rolling door. The big boiler in the room was still burning red. The owner sat in front of the burning iron barrel to keep warm, and was lost in thought about today's business bill.

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After several gunshots, he seemed to hear another strange howl, but this was not rare in his opinion. The anger of street hooligans, drunkards, homeless people and unemployed workers always needs an outlet, and life changes often come unexpectedly. It is hard to say that he will not become the next one of them in the future.

Fanning's inspiration detected the high temperature here, and once again quickly demarcated a specific area in the carriage, simulating the feeling of being connected to the former, and gently pulled it.

Two consecutive temperature exchanges extinguished the boiler and the iron barrel, and the owner stared blankly at the green smoke drifting in front of him.

Such a large range and temperature difference took away 60% to 70% of Fanning's inspiration at once. In less than two breaths, those flammable carpets and fabrics turned the entire carriage into a sea of ​​fire.

"Wow!!" This time, there were multiple sharp howls, with a shrill and frenzied sound that made people's scalps numb.

With a bang, a big hole appeared on the wall of the carriage, and wood chips and sparks flew.

This pile of deformed bodies obviously didn't know that with its strength, it could break through the curtain from the main door, but it crashed into the place where Fan Ning and Qiong disappeared through the wall.

"What is your 'first acquaintance light'? The wall just now?" Fan Ning got up and asked.

He didn't dare to neglect his hands. While asking, he pressed the fixing bolt of the revolver, skillfully threw out the magazine, and pressed the bullets in the cowhide bag on his ribs into the gun chamber one by one.

"First acquaintance light?" Qiong looked at Fan Ning blankly with his dark eyes.

Fanning's voice was hurried and helpless: "What ability did you gain after you were promoted to a knowledgeable person?"

"Wounds, I can control wounds, wounds in all senses, healing, tearing or transferring, but they must be existing." Joan suddenly realized and quickly responded, "Walking through walls is a state I brought out from my dream last night."

"Bang!!!" Another loud noise.

This carriage was originally made mainly of wood, with a small amount of steel. Although it was finely crafted and made of high-quality materials, its main purpose was luxury and enjoyment. It was almost dead after just two hits.

The squirming figure could be vaguely seen in the gap.

This thing really can't be burned to death in a short time.

Joan looked at the raging fire in the carriage with fear: "Carlon, the hole in the carriage is a bit big. I can barely recover once, maybe I can hold on for a while. Let's run quickly?"

"No, it's too fast. We can't run far even if we get there ten seconds earlier. It will probably catch up in a few breaths."

For the safety of Xilan, he asked the carriage to wait on the street and told her not to get off and wait for him to go back.

It's at least 500 meters away from the current location of this alley.

Besides, even if it's closer, he doesn't dare to lead it to Xilan.

"Stand farther away, wait for it to come out, tear its wound at the place where my bullet hits, use up all the inspiration, and then run, don't worry about the follow-up."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Before Fanning finished speaking, three consecutive collisions sounded, and the carriage completely fell apart.

Seeing the appearance of the deformed body rushing out, Joan's face turned pale and he couldn't stop retching.

Oh my god, is this progress too fast? Fan Ning felt a chill in his heart. The upper body of the "translator" in front of him was completely stretched out. Two normal human legs and waist were supported by a pile of bumpy red and black flesh. The densely packed heads and mouthparts were stacked and nested, and green mucus dripped from them, making a hissing sound when they fell to the ground.

A burnt stench rushed straight to his head.

After all, this aberration was still a flesh and blood body. After being burned by the fire for a while, the condition seemed to be not very good. After falling out, the body staggered a few times and the movement was also a bit slower.

Fan Ning fired continuously without hesitation, hitting several heads and flesh and blood.

The aberration was stimulated, and the mouthparts emitted layers of roars. The leather shoes touched the ground and rushed towards Fan Ning. In a blink of an eye, the distance was shortened by four or five meters.

Fan Ning, who had not had time to change the bullet, changed his face drastically, and turned around and ran with all his strength.

Qiong stood farther away on the other side and raised her arms. The air around the aberration twisted and drew purple arcs as it moved.

Then Qiong waved her hands in the air, with five fingers spread out, and pulled in the opposite direction of the aberration.

The gunshot wounds on the twisted flesh were instantly torn apart, and the whole body was like a leaking bag, with strange organs and twisted flesh buds scattered all over the ground.

The aberration paused, and the lower body, wearing straight trousers, brand-name leather shoes, and a shiny belt, knelt on the ground.

Under inertia, the pile of disproportionately heavy flesh on top fell forward and hit the ground heavily, mucus bursting and breaking into pieces.

The pieces of flesh scattered on the ground seemed to still have vitality. The broken small heads "took out" smaller heads and granulations, splitting and growing infinitely.

The mucus mixed with blood, under the dim gas lamp, floated on the surface like twisted faces of coffee latte art, flowing into the ditch from high to low with the terrain.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!"

With this opportunity to ease the situation, Fan Ning reloaded the magazine again and smashed the pieces of flesh that were still wriggling and growing on the ground.

Then he sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Joan took small steps and ran all the way to Fan Ning.

"Are you not injured? Do you want me to pull you up?" Joan stretched out her tender little hand to Fan Ning.

"No, let me rest for a while."

"What should I do now?"

"Based on the reaction of ordinary people, I can only call the police first." Fan Ning's eyes flickered.

Another police interrogation, and then a battle of wits and courage between himself and the investigators of the Special Patrol Office?

So I can't avoid this plot, right?

"Who is absent from today's party?" Fanning asked.

"You mean 'Grey Eagle'?" Joan said, "He accepted the commission from the 'Experience Officer' at the last party, which is equivalent to Sylvia's second-level trustee."

"His target is Xilan."

"Ah? What about him now?"

"I killed him."

Joan covered her mouth in surprise.

She finally knew why Fanning appeared at today's party.

"Which organization are you from?" Fanning continued to ask.

"Ah?" Joan tilted her head in confusion, "I didn't?"

"You didn't?"

"I didn't, so what?" Joan continued to repeat in confusion.

"Don't you know that people who touch the taboo area without authorization will be dealt with by the Special Patrol Office?"

"I know, but I didn't do anything evil?"

"You are really brave."

"No, I'm very timid"

Fanning shook his head helplessly, found a blackened wooden stick in the nearby garbage dump, and looked at the pile of rotten meat growing on the kneeling legs of the trousers.

I originally thought that I would remove his mask after killing him, but what kind of mask is needed in this unexpected situation? I couldn't tell which was the head, which was the neck, and which was the shoulder.

He used a wooden stick to push away the flesh covering the part below the waist, then put on his white gloves and squatted down to feel the trouser pocket.

On one side was a banknote, the total denomination was about one hundred pounds, and the edges were blackened by the high temperature.

On the other side was a black leather booklet, quite thick, about the size of a mobile phone in my previous life, and felt a bit like wax.

I don't know if it's because of the material, or the location just happened to avoid long-term high temperatures, there is almost no damage.

"Is this the document that the 'translator' mentioned at the party and is translating?"

He flipped through the first few pages casually, and the pages were full of languages ​​that Fanning couldn't understand for the time being, but it was very important for his subsequent investigation.

There was something hidden inside, and Fanning took it out.

There were a dozen exquisite hard business cards, with the ancient Hoffmann language in the gold-plated pattern clearly written:

Lorraine Browne, Bologna School branch at St. Lenya University.

"Lorraine Browne, professor of composition at the Conservatory of Music??"

It was the professor who gave Fanning a low score in the initial improvisation test, the professional teacher of Cecil's group leader.

Seeing this business card, Fanning's expression changed from initial surprise to sudden realization, and finally frowned with worry.

This is a big trouble!!!