Dazzling white rays flew in the sky. They look like lasers at first, but they will suddenly bend at certain moments, bending to another angle like being reflected by a mirror. This kind of twists and turns seem to be regular, but if you look closely, they are very elusive, making people wonder how to dodge them. When it falls on an entity, it does not seem to produce any burning or melting phenomena, but only covers the surface with a strange transparent substance.
In the space divided by rays, Zhou Wenxing jumped nimbly. Sometimes he appears behind the opponent, at his feet, or on the side that is difficult to turn, close enough to actually cause damage. Luo Binhan would be extremely nervous at such moments. He tried to aim and shoot, but this attempt failed in the end because he had never practiced shooting at such a high-speed target, and he could not guarantee that he would not miss the law enforcement officer who fell from the sky.
But Zhou Wenxing's attack failed even once. Whenever the claws attack, the Yongguang policeman will use his limbs like a martial artist to block Zhou Wenxing's wrists, legs and feet, and at the same time release five strange rays from the joints of his fists. The light was continuously bent in the air, forcing Zhou Wenxing to hide behind the pipes and syrup pool.
He faded into the shadows and disappeared completely. Luo Binhan and the Yongguang policemen looked around, waiting for the moment he reappeared. Nothing happened for five minutes, and Luo Binhan began to feel pain in his legs and hands again. When he was almost convinced that Zhou Wenxing had escaped, the black cat's voice came from behind him.
"Don't be careless." Black Cat said quietly, "He won't give up easily."
Luo Binhan quickly turned his head and glanced, and found that the black cat was indeed hiding behind him, curling up in the shadow of his back. That was obviously not a comfortable and natural position, as if it didn't want to have any contact with the Yongguang policeman in front of Luo Binhan.
"Are you also a fugitive criminal?" Luo Binhan asked quietly.
"Don't keep saying stupid things." Black Cat said impatiently, "I am a cat. No cat likes to stare at a light bulb. He can drive the shadows crazy, not in terms of ability."
"You're talking about someone else," Luo Binhan retorted, "How can you force that pervert to hide?"
He tried his best to concentrate on guarding against outside surprises, but found it very difficult. Black Cat is right in some respects. Even though this Yongguang policeman does not carry a background light that cannot be ignored all day long like Momolo, a certain feeling similar to "light" still emanates from the other person. Luo Binhan couldn't describe it in detail, but it made his eyes aching. He relaxed his body involuntarily, and even wanted to fall down and sleep.
The black cat scratched his back hard: "Just wake up, he's still here."
"Yes." Luo Binhan yawned and said, "But that's none of my business. Isn't the police comrade here? Why should I, an ordinary member of the public, bother with this?"
The black cat stared at him coldly, but Luo Binhan didn't care at all. Now he is almost 100% sure that Lan Que is not involved in this matter, and there is a policeman standing in front of him fighting evil. Who can say that he is not an innocent ordinary person passing by? He slumped his shoulders and raised his eyebrows. Sitting with his legs straight, for a few seconds he even wanted to take out his mobile phone and send a message to Zhou Yu, until he remembered that there was neither his mobile phone here nor any communication provider that could help him contact Zhou Yu. This made him feel a little unmotivated and lethargic.
His attitude undoubtedly aggravated the black cat's dissatisfaction, making his back almost a scratching post. But Luo Binhan no longer even cares about this. He tugged at the cat's tail and said, "Can you turn it into a pillow?"
Black Cat responded by stomping on his face.
Just as Luo Binhan was trying to pull his face out from under the cat's claws, he heard a strange squealing sound from the Yongguang tribe policeman. Luo Binhan glanced through the cat hair covering his face and saw Zhou Wenxing falling from a high pipe, surrounded by thick shadows.
It was a very unusual posture. Zhou Wenxing's body was completely turned upside down, as if he was swimming deeply in the deep sea. The shadows around his body fluctuate like a tide, making the viewer feel sticky and thick, like some kind of black gel, delaying Zhou Wenxing's fall to the ground. But in fact, the weekly temperature decline is not slow at all. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the Yongguang tribe policeman, or to be precise, the back of his head. He was as light as a bat and fell down. The darkness around him wrapped around the opponent's limbs, and then the sharp claws attacked the back of the neck.
If it was Luo Binhan himself who was standing there at that time, he didn't think he would be able to react at all. Every movement of Zhou Wenxing is very clear, but in fact it is as fast as the wind.
Somehow that reminded him of Asabam. Although Luo Binhan's relationship with the female killer was very brief, he always felt that her and Zhou Wenxing's movements were particularly similar: their upper bodies moved very little, sometimes as if they were gliding on the frictionless ground, but when they stopped they were completely gone. Calmly, as if some kind of transparent baffle blocked their momentum.
The Yongguang policemen glowed with intense light. It's a white light that looks like a rotating illusion, with an obvious light red edge like a band. The light was not a ray, but surged like flowing water, completely swallowing up the space on the pipe. Luo Binhan heard the black cat growl in annoyance. Then the weight in his hands suddenly disappeared.
Luo Binhan had no choice but to close his eyes, but that had almost no effect. Inexplicable light patterns were still spinning in front of his eyes, some like rotating star arms, or butterfly patterns. When the light groups on the left and right rotated to a certain angle, he felt that he seemed to see a somewhat familiar symbol. .
Before he could confirm clearly, the light had already disappeared. Luo Binhan opened his eyes and saw the Yongguang tribe policeman turned into the metal-skinned horned creature again, neatly putting his hands on his head in a posture that looked like a salute. Then his horns began to shine layer by layer.
"Hey!" He shouted with unknown meaning from his mouth.
As he waved his hand forward, Luo Binhan watched helplessly as a spiral horn detached from his head, spinning and flying out like a dart, chasing Zhou Wenxing who was moving away from the light.
The light at the angle of rotation expands during the rotation, like a circular flying saucer the size of a millstone. When the circumferential temperature shape changes direction, it immediately follows it, changing its direction flexibly. This boomerang-like angle gradually caught up with Zhou Wenxing, while the Yongguang policeman stood calmly on the spot, his eyes following Zhou Wenxing's figure.
In fact, it was just ten seconds, maybe seven or eight seconds. Luo Binhan witnessed all this, but had no chance to reflect and understand. He watched Zhou Wenxing jump to the bottom of the pipe above his head, then kick back and land next to him.
At that moment they were no more than two meters apart. Zhou Wenxing smiled at him, and Luo Binhan discovered that the front of the other person's shirt was stained with blood. The fabric of the shirt itself was intact, only the flesh and blood underneath was severely melted. It was not a simple high-temperature burn, but a serious erosion like ice encountering fire. Luo Binhan could even see the outline of his ribs on his shirt.
None of this was shown on Zhou Wenxing's face. He just smiled and nodded briefly to Luo Binhan.
"Then, let's talk next time."
Luo Binhan had already raised his gun. Zhou Wenxing ran in front of him and continued to avoid the spinning disc that was chasing him. He put his hand into his pocket, and then there was a loud bang above them. The pipe under his feet was shaking, and many hard pieces like gravel fell down. Afterwards, Luo Binhan guessed that they were crushed sugar cubes on the ground. One of them almost hit Luo Binhan's head and caused it to bloom.
"Please be careful with it"
The warning of the Yongguang policeman rang in his head rather than in his ears. The angled disc turned back halfway and blocked the top of his head, firmly blocking him from the attacks of all falling objects.
After the violent movement passed, Luo Binhan gradually recovered from the afterglow of his concussion. He lay on the pipe and never saw Zhou Wenxing again. The Yongguang policeman turned into a simple and newly built human youth again, and was helping his upper body up from the ground with concern.
"Sir, are you okay?" the young man asked in a serious yet caring tone, "Do you feel any discomfort?"
Luo Binhan's head and legs hurt terribly, but he still shook his head. It was almost without thinking. He just instinctively felt that after Zhou Wenxing disappeared, he seemed not to continue to get too close to the law enforcement officers.
"Don't force it. I saw that your leg has been injured by the gangster. If it is not treated in time, there may be sequelae in the future. Please be patient and I will take you to the safe area for treatment immediately."
Luo Binhan gratefully grabbed his hand and shook it. Dizzy and sincere, he said, "Thank you, Taylor."
"Upsilon."
"Who is Upsilon?"
"Me." The young man introduced calmly.
Luo Binhan stared at him, feeling both surprised and familiar. He remembered the song he heard before the other party appeared, and the illusory runes he saw in the bright light.
"Oh." He said hesitantly after a long time, "I have read your comics. I didn't expect that you, um, look quite different from the comics."
Upsilon laughed heartily, and his thick eyebrows were raised to both sides like two darts, a bit like sharp eyebrows and flying temples.
Now he looks very similar to the comics.
