Trickster Hunter

Chapter 28 Foraging

This smell is neither the rich wheat aroma of the steamed buns in the steamer nor the refreshing spicy aroma of the red oil, but a kind of fragrance that is difficult to describe in words.

Sun Hang has only smelled similar fragrances on Bloody Mary and Wang Xiyi.

"Weird creature? Or infected?" Sun Hang suddenly became alert and carefully looked around.

A tricycle rolled over the loose bluestone slabs, and the fresh vegetables still stained with dew were in the truck bed; two children with schoolbags and yellow hats sat on the stone steps at the door of the store, holding big bowls and slurping noodle soup; three hunched old ladies gathered in front of a vegetable stall, bargaining fiercely with the vendors...

In just a dozen minutes, this old street has completely woken up, and the scene full of fireworks makes people subconsciously want to let down their guard...

Of course, the premise is that Sun Hang did not smell the smell that belongs only to weird creatures or infected people.

The smell was looming, approaching and leaving, neither disappearing nor getting worse... This meant that the source of the smell had always maintained a fixed distance from Sun Hang.

Sun Hang simply ignored those people or objects that were moving. However, after eliminating so many "wrong options", the remaining options were still outrageous.

The source of the smell could be a person, or an inconspicuous little insect, a cracked coarse porcelain teacup, or even a damp mud under the feet of pedestrians, or a gust of cold wind blowing through the streets.

"Grab, grab, grab..." The dull sound of the chopping board and the kitchen knife collided with each other into Sun Hang's ears, the crackling sound of the boiling rapeseed oil, the voices of people hawking... There were so many distractions that it was difficult for Sun Hang to concentrate and identify the source of the smell one by one.

Fortunately, the smell was always there and did not disappear.

Sun Hang pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table, tore open the package, and broke the two chopsticks that were close together.

The wontons he ordered were already in the pot. The old man at the table next to him was still chattering about what kind of food was the most authentic in Tianfu City. A black crow flew across the sky above the street and disappeared behind the eaves on one side.

Sun Hang took out his mobile phone, thought for a moment, and put it back in his pocket.

He was hungry.

He needed to find food.

"One and a half wontons, no spicy--" Just as the owner of the breakfast shop came over with a large bowl, the smell suddenly became a little lighter.

At this moment, Sun Hang locked his target-a young woman wearing a peaked cap, the hood of her sweatshirt, gloves on both hands, and wrapped up tightly all over her body.

She was sitting about fifteen meters away from Sun Hang. It was a shop selling soy milk and fried dough sticks. After taking a large bag of fried dough sticks and buns from the owner, she stood up, pressed the brim of her hat, and turned to walk towards the street corner.

Although there were at least five or six people who had finished breakfast and stood up at this time, Sun Hang's intuition told him that the "smell" came from this woman.

"Boss, I'm sorry, something urgent happened suddenly." Sun Hang also stood up and said to the owner of the wonton shop with some embarrassment.

"What's the big deal? It's already cooked..." The boss was stunned for a moment, obviously a little angry.

"Sorry." Sun Hang quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned the payment QR code on the corner of the table.

"Hey, young man, if you're in a hurry, forget it... You don't have to pay." The boss waved his hands repeatedly, "It's okay."

"I've already paid." Sun Hang looked at the old man who had been mumbling just now, "Uncle, this bowl of wonton is my treat for you. You can put as much spiciness as you want. I'm leaving first."

"You, young man, can't skip breakfast!" The old man looked trembling, but his movements were very agile. He jumped up from his seat and stuffed a plastic bag with two pieces of glutinous rice cakes into Sun Hang's hand, "No matter how busy you are, you can't work on an empty stomach!"

"Thank you, uncle." Sun Hang stuffed the glutinous rice cake into his pocket and ran in the direction where the young woman had just left.

Behind him, the old man shook his head and sighed to the owner of the wonton shop: "Hey, what are the kids busy with nowadays? They are so busy that they don't even have time to eat?"

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Although the target has disappeared from Sun Hang's sight, the remaining "smell" has become the best tracking clue - after locking the target, the originally confused sense of direction instantly became clear, just like the prompt arrows in the task-guided video game.

After leaving the old street, the young woman with a weird smell plunged into a dilapidated community.

Compared with the lively old street in the early morning, this community looks much more desolate. One after another, the old tube buildings are squeezed into the rusty anti-theft wall. The wall skin on the outside of the building has been largely peeled off, revealing the mottled cement bottom. A little lower, there are densely packed "psoriasis advertisements", the content is nothing more than house rental or private clinics specializing in men's or gynecology.

Several of the buildings looked to have become dangerous buildings. The concrete structure was covered with cracks, and the steel bars inside were exposed. A huge circle was painted in red paint at the entrance, with a striking word "demolition" inside the circle.

But for some reason, these dangerous buildings have not been demolished, and even the color of the word "demolition" is no longer bright... After years of precipitation, the color of the paint is as deep as solidified blood.

Sun Hang followed the "smell" and walked into a dangerous building. Most of the residents in this building have been vacated, and several rooms have even had their doors removed. The messy interior can be seen at a glance. But there are still a few households that are obviously occupied - the "fresh" domestic garbage in the trash can at the door is the best proof.

Sun Hang is very close to the target, and the "smell" has become very obvious - if the wild wolves in the abnormal area are compared to the meat on the legs of mosquitoes, then the feeling this young woman gives Sun Hang is just like the bowl of wontons weighing one and a half taels at the breakfast stall.

The distance between the two has been shortened to only one floor apart. Sun Hang can hear the other's footsteps going upstairs. After a brief pause, it has obviously accelerated a lot.

"Oh, have we been discovered?" Sun Hang smacked his lips, and simply stopped hiding his steps, pulled out his pistol, and walked up with big strides.

The structure of this tube building can be seen clearly from the outside. There is only one staircase up and down the building. The other party can either choose to jump off the building, or be blocked by Sun Hang in a room or on the rooftop.

She can't run away.