The thing was twisting violently, and its hanging body was as flexible as a giant python. It would break away from Luo Binhan's control at any time. Its arms first waved to grab Luo Binhan's feet, and then pulled the branches while passing through the hedge, causing a large bush to be uprooted. The sound of the roots breaking was deafening to Luo Binhan's ears.
He buried his head in kicking away the fallen tree that was in the way, not daring to think about whether the people inside the house could hear him. There was a long and thick trail of blood on the grass, extending straight to where they were standing, and finally disappeared under the thing's head. In the shadows cast by the lights, it looked more like a long beach of dark, dirty water.
Luo Binhan paused and suddenly realized what the scene in front of him would look like from an outsider's perspective. The postman or neighbor would run away screaming, then accuse him in court of being a purely insane, necromantic murderer. In this way, he really fell into the position of a criminal suspect, only missing a few suitable witnesses. Was the whole thing such a straightforward trap? This monstrous thing only appeared to frame him at the level of human law?
He looked up in confusion, but did not notice anyone hiding in the dark waiting to witness the crime scene. The residents nearby were not keen on enjoying the noisy and colorful nightlife. Moreover, he vaguely felt that sending such a shocking monster in order to frame him would be too fussy. Even if this is a conspiracy, it is a conspiracy with extremely neurotic tendencies. It would be more practical to send him a bomb parcel.
When he considered the possibility of conspiracy and the mastermind behind it, the thing he was dragging stopped showing its claws. It closed its mouth with hidden sharp teeth and stared at Luo Binhan over its dangling feet. The head that had been deformed by Luo Binhan's beating slowly recovered. Its demeanor can be described as calm. If it were hidden in a dark enough place, someone with bad eyes might mistake it for an ordinary old man who is too old and has suffered too much.
Luo Binhan was secretly relieved that it was safe. He also thought that there were many things that made no sense about his conspiracy theory, the most obvious of which was that this thing was actually very quiet. If it had just screamed at the top of its lungs, people in at least four or five houses would have known something was wrong. He didn't want that, and neither did the thing he seemed to be dragging. For some reason, they both wanted to stay secretive.
He stopped where he was, took two deep breaths, and tried to calm down. Then he asked it: "What do you want here?"
The thing was still staring at him. The muscles on its face were as stiff as a mummy, and there were no eyebrows or eyelashes. It was not easy to decipher the eyes of such a monster, but Luo Binhan felt that he had not mistaken the creepy malice. It's calculating something. He immediately changed his mind and decided that he still had to ask Chen Wei's apprentice for help.
"I came in response to an invitation." The thing said at this time, blinking its eyes, as if it could tell that he was gradually hardening his heart.
"Save it." Luo Binhan continued to drag it out, "I changed my mind. If you have anything to say, you can tell the police."
The thing struggled again. Its arms are like two giant pythons that are independent of the mind and like to run wildly. It can literally turn the entire body upside down. But its head stayed there very firmly and said: "You need to listen. Listen to your own signs..."
"Shut up." Luo Binhan said irritably, raising his foot to kick the back of its head, but he almost fell down. Something cold brushed against his ankle, and the chill dug directly into his bones through his socks, and then the pain made him stagger. From where the pain arose, warm liquid wetted his socks.
He stood firm, looked down at his feet, and saw dark stains on the hems of his pants. Maybe it was the waving fingers of this thing that caught his feet, he thought in his mind, but he also found that the ten skinny fingers that were still scratching didn't look sharp. One of his feet began to bleed, and there was no need to test the other one.
Go to a professional to sort this out. He thought as he continued to drag the thing back. When he was forced to endure the pain in his legs to avoid the thing's arms, he began to sincerely hope that Ante Pierre would provide him with some solutions that fit Chen Wei's temperament, such as digging out from under the luxurious carpet. He took out a mahogany sword and stabbed it all the way from the Tianling cover to the bottom.
By the time he staggered to the main entrance of the front yard, the pain was so severe that he could no longer lift his right foot. He bent his injured leg and kicked open the ajar iron door. From the corner of his eye, he saw a splash of blood splashing onto the cobblestone road. It was a scary situation, and he wondered if Malcolm had any idea of how to remove the blood from the stone and cement. He hoped this wouldn't be too troublesome, because the blood on Baishizi Road could really ruin the entire beauty. As for how to deal with consequences more serious than stains on the cobblestones, he now looked to the cosmic hero's protégé.
He finally succeeded in dragging the thing onto the road. The whole process probably took less than half a minute, so no witnesses had passed by yet. Not only was there no one to stop him, but even the things he was dragging settled down. It let him tug, a thoughtful look on its face, as if it was also considering what all this was about. Luo Binhan didn't like the look of it because he neither wanted to get involved in a thinking competition that tested his analytical skills, nor did he want his opponent to know more than he did. It would be better for them to go to Anti-Pierre without knowing anything about each other.
"You know where it is!" the thing whispered. "You know where it is, don't you?"
"I know shit." Luo Binhan said boredly. Suddenly there was another anger in his heart, just like the morning after Momolo left. Somehow, he began to believe that the appearance of this monster had something to do with Jing Huang, and he really didn't want to get involved in this mess anymore. You know, he has a lot of shit to wipe! Or in a place like Regenberg! This was the result of him taking Jing Huang to Lihai City, and now these inexplicable things have even invaded Regenberg, and they are acting like they are on good terms with his brothers!
Is this really what happened? He might have made a mistake, maybe Jing Huang was not involved here - this thought also flashed through his mind. But compared with the increasingly painful foot injury and the anger that filled his heart, this excuse was simply not enough.
He brought the thing to Anti-Pierre's door with increasing pain and anger. First he rang the doorbell twice, and finally kicked the door with one foot. But no one answered the door. He looked up at the window and found that the curtains were closed and it was dark inside. Anti-Pierre was either too fast asleep or not at home at all.
But where else could she go at this point? You can't just go to a bar and have a couple of drinks, right? Just as he was hesitating to risk shouting twice, a burst of hurried footsteps caught up from behind him. Somehow, he recognized that it was Yu Xiaorong's footsteps before turning his head.
Maybe it was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, but he was right after all. Yu Xiaorong was running across the road in his pajamas, following the bloodstains along the way and running toward him with a clear goal. She only had a pair of sneakers on her feet and no socks, and there was a leaf on her loose hair. Luo Binhan suspected that she climbed down from the second floor along the balcony and pipes. The front porch of Pierre's house was completely empty, not even a cat could hide. He had no choice but to stand there waiting for her, with all kinds of excuses running through his head.
"Don't come here." Yu Xiaorong warned when he stepped through the gate of Pierre's house, "This thing might bite people."
Yu Xiaorong stopped a few steps away. She put her hands in her loose pajamas, frowned, and tilted her head to study the thing hanging upside down. There was something a little ridiculous about that look, like a kangaroo stopping to watch after passing a human crime scene. This is not the appropriate attitude when facing dangerous situations. Luo Binhan almost couldn't help but say something to her, but at the same time he had to have a hint of admiration, because she was not afraid of the blood stains along the way or the monster's face.
She was definitely not stunned or didn't understand the situation, so Luo Binhan couldn't help but admire her calmness, but on the other hand, he felt that this seemed a bit too early for a high school student. Today's high school students are too precocious - if he expresses this idea, Yu Xiaorong will definitely get angry again, thinking that he is looking down on her. She would tell him bluntly that the "wanting to keep the innocence and romance of young people" thing may sound appealing at first, but in fact it is just the opposite. It is stupid, trite, and purely adult. passionate.
"What are you doing?" she asked, still looking at something on the ground.
Luo Binhan felt a little embarrassed, so he took the time to kick the door back: "I'm looking for help."
"What happened to the policeman? Why did you treat him like this?"
"Isn't this obvious?" Luo Binhan said, "Look what it looks like!"
He didn't think this matter needed any more explanation. Since the thing in that policeman's skin has such a dignified appearance, anyone can understand why he wanted to go to war. He originally thought that Yu Xiaorong's calmness came from this, but after hearing these words, she just glanced at him and then tilted her head to look at the ground.
"I don't know what you mean," she said. "You don't think he looks like Gerd Schilling? You broke his forehead. I can't see his features clearly."
Luo Binhan believed that it would be too understatement to attribute the problem of this thing to the facial model lake. Anti-Pierre's front yard was scrawled and eerie, and lacked adequate lighting, but it was not so dark that one could not tell the difference between man and ghost. He looked down at the inhuman face on the ground again. A bizarre possibility first broke into his head, and then, another completely opposite but worse possibility also came. He felt that all the blood in his body was rushing into his skull, making a loud roar.
"Wait a minute," he said, "it doesn't seem to you like he's—"
"Don't move!" Yu Xiaorong said sharply in English. Her hand suddenly stretched out from her pocket, her fingertips flashing with a silver metallic light. Luo Binhan watched in stunned silence as she lowered her arm, firmly holding a palm-sized silver pistol, and pointed the muzzle at the unidentified head on the ground.
"Slow!" he shouted reflexively, "Safety catch!"
"This is a revolver." Yu Xiaorong said impatiently, "Don't stare at me. Stare at him! There is something moving under him!"
Luo Binhan glanced down. The thing was staring at the muzzle of the gun, with its arms spread out straight, as calm as a Buddhist preparing for martyrdom. There seemed to be no problem, so he raised his head again and stared at Yu Xiaorong's gun. "Where did you find this?"
"In mom's bedroom. I wanted to dig it out the day you came."
"...The day I came?"
"Be prepared." Yu Xiaorong said with a straight face.
This is really a fascinating answer. Luo Binhan wanted to ask her what kind of "trouble" she was wary of, but his intuition told him that it was best not to pursue it too deeply. Everyone knows the iron rule of running family relationships: respect each other's privacy, otherwise too in-depth understanding will inevitably damage intimacy.
"Okay, okay, no problem." He said cautiously, neither daring to put down the legs in his hands, nor wanting to face the bright muzzle of his sister's gun. The gun was not pointed at him, but he had heard of many more unexpected shooting deaths, and those killed were family members.
"I only remember that my mother owned a Glock 42." He asked in a particularly pleasant tone, "Where did such a good-looking and easy-to-use revolver come from?"
"I didn't find the Glock magazine on the second floor." Yu Xiaorong replied, with a hint of obvious reluctance in her tone, resentful that her mother actually complied with the local gun management regulations. Luo Binhan was almost about to smile with joy as if he had survived the disaster, but he quickly controlled the muscles on his face.
"Calm down," he suggested. "How about we all stay calm? No one moves their hands...or their mouths."
"You didn't seem very calm just now." Yu Xiaorong said sarcastically, staring at the ground. "What do you have to say, Officer Schilling? The blood here? The pulled bushes? Why did you and my brother just now -" she gestured behind her with her free left hand, "beat her into a bloody mess in my yard. group?"
The thing on the ground closed its arms and wiped the blood from its forehead. Although in Luo Binhan's eyes, this didn't make it more humane, its voice sounded more like a wounded person: "He attacked me."
"It's pure rumors." Luo Binhan said, with all kinds of thoughts running through his head. He pricked up his ears, but didn't hear any movement in the house behind him. At this moment he finally had to accept the reality that Anti-Pierre was probably not at home at all. Even if her body is still there, Hun'er probably won't be able to help.
Yu Xiaorong asked: "Who made the move first?"
"Him!" Luo Binhan and the thing on the ground said in unison. Luo Binhan saw Yu Xiaorong's eyebrows raised and thought he had to take action before she turned her gun.
"Don't you still believe me, Velvet?" He defended himself affectionately and sincerely, "I do everything for this family!"
"Then you were the one who made the first move." Yu Xiaorong said without any doubt. Before Luo Binhan could protest, she shook the muzzle of the gun and asked, "What's wrong with your feet?"
"It did it," Luo Binhan complained, "It's a crazy pervert!"
"I don't see Officer Schilling armed. Have you taken the knife off him?"
Luo Binhan couldn't answer this question. In fact he himself could not explain what had hurt his foot. In Mo Hu's impression, he guessed that his foot might have been caught on me, but he didn't remember ever feeling like it was being scratched by his nails. It was as if his foot just decided to open a hole on its own and let the blood flow out. Got to be everywhere. The wound didn't seem to be that serious now, maybe it was Yu Xiaorong's gun that diverted his attention, but it wasn't as painful as before. He hesitated for a moment and finally decided to tell the truth first.
"I don't know, Fluffy," he said. "This thing...there's something wrong with this guy. We have to handle it very carefully."
"He's a living person and we're not going to 'process' him."
"Is it really true?" Luo Binhan asked himself. He saw Yu Xiaorong's eyebrows raised higher. But this time, she didn't ask him if he was crazy, and she never took her eyes off the point where the gun was pointed. Facing such a policeman who was beaten with blood by her own brother, her attitude was really extraordinary.
"Okay," Yu Xiaorong said in Chinese after a while, "put him down first, and then come to my side. Let's take a look at your injuries first, and then decide whether to call mom and Mal. Before I come out Tell Hannah to leave them all in the living room.”
Luo Binhan stood still. He hesitated: "I think it would be better—safer, I mean—upside down as it is."
"Then how long are you going to carry him upside down? Until he has a cerebral congestion attack or your arm cramps? And you are still blocking Miss Pierre's door! Others will think you have escaped from a mental hospital!"
"A very insightful point," the thing on the ground commented.
"Thank you, Officer Xilin." Yu Xiaorong said, "I'm trying to convince my brother to let you go, and you have to promise to cooperate, okay? I don't want anyone to get hurt until we figure out the whole story. And …”
She stared at it, then added after a few seconds: "Doppler never mentioned that you understood Chinese. You know, it's a difficult language to learn."
"It seems to me that German is just as difficult to learn," replied the thing on the ground. "It's so fastidious, so rigid, so rigid and lacking in universality - you are stuck in this rural place for a reason. Little girl.”
Yu Xiaorong's expression changed slightly. At first Luo Binhan thought she was angry, but then he was surprised to find that it was actually more like panic. His lawless sister held the gun with both hands and took a step back.
"Come here quickly!" she urged.
"Are you calling me?" Luo Binhan asked uncertainly.
"Do you think I'm talking to a ghost?" Yu Xiaorong shouted, raising his voice quite deliberately, "Come here quickly, don't stand too close to him! Damn it, there's something wrong with him!"
Luo Binhan was very happy to finally reach a consensus on this point of view. He didn't want to stand opposite the muzzle of the black hole at all, but when he saw the zombie-like face on the ground, the worry about the unknown made him not want to let go. Who knows what would happen if we let this thing go? It might jump up and run away with a puff of smoke, or it might be able to survive several bullets. It's entirely possible that it could handle an old revolver. He must make careful decisions on this matter, because now is no longer an occasion where everyone strives to keep secrets, but an occasion where safety comes first.
"No." He finally made up his mind, "You go back and call your mother first and ask her and Mal to come over with guns. We let her decide whether to call the police or call the neighbors - she knows how to deal with it to minimize our trouble. .”
Yu Xiaorong opened his mouth to say something. Luo Binhan could see that some important words were pressing on her tongue, but some kind of concern prevented her from revealing them. He couldn't guess what it was for a moment, but then the thing on the ground asked: "Have you ever been loved by others, little girl?"
Luo Binhan didn't like that tone of voice. He bumped it with his knee: "Be careful and I'll sue you for molesting a minor."
"Don't quarrel." Yu Xiaorong said, "I won't answer any of your questions, Officer Xilin. Let us resolve this matter peacefully: my brother will let you down, and then we will call the adults and other police officers to come over and take the Let's get it straightened out. If this is my brother's fault, we can compensate you for your losses. We can compensate you for the price you asked, or you can sue. But that's it for tonight, okay?"
Luo Binhan looked at her strangely, wanting to know when she changed her temper and could be so polite to the guy in front of her.
"A wise suggestion," said the thing on the ground.
"I believe there are some misunderstandings between us." Yu Xiaorong said very stiffly, "... all these conflicts are caused by misunderstandings, Officer Xilin."
"Officer Shilling will probably agree with your statement." The thing replied, "But the problem is... you already know that I am not the person you said, little girl."
It twisted on the ground, as if it was just moving and rubbing its back on the hard ground. Luo Binhan heard the slight mechanical sound when the trigger was pressed. He had been waiting for this kind of movement in fear, and he immediately turned his head, preparing to endure the explosions and tinnitus at close range, and maybe there would be blood splashing on him. But there was no gunshot, only the man screamed in pain.
That voice was definitely not a man's. Luo Binhan looked over in surprise and found that Yu Xiaorong was covering his wrist, blood gushing out between his fingers, like vertical crawling red earthworms. The gun exploded - he thought reflexively that the power would blow off Yu Xiaorong's entire hand, so she covered her wrist like that. This thought immediately made his mind go blank, as if he had just been hit by a bomb.
He let go of his hands and ran straight over: "Rongrong?"
Yu Xiaorong was shivering and retreating. When Luo Binhan caught up with her, he kicked something. He vaguely realized that it was a gun part, but he had no time to take a closer look. He grabbed Yu Xiaorong's arm and saw a few bloody but intact fingers - all growing where they should be. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then found that blood was already covering her palm.
"Where is the wound?" he asked anxiously, not daring to touch the bloody hand rashly.
Yu Xiaorong gasped. Her eyes were wide open, like a cat staring at something in the night. "His shadow." She said vaguely, her voice breathy because of pain, "We have to get out of here quickly..."
Luo Binhan almost didn't hear her words. He grabbed her forearm near the elbow, carefully turned it over, and finally found the source of the bleeding on the back of her hand. The wound ran across the back of the hand and penetrated deep into the flesh. If the gushing blood hadn't filled the gaping hole, he would have been able to pick out her hand bones from the laceration.
"We have to find a doctor." He murmured as he checked the wound. "There will definitely be no damage, but the bleeding must be stopped first. Come on, raise your arm first..."
"Leave my hands alone!" Yu Xiaorong said, "We have to escape!" She turned her eyes and found that Luo Binhan was not listening at all. "Don't you understand yet? A shadow-like thing stabbed me just now! This must be the answer that Doppler couldn't think of. He is not a policeman at all - he is the murderer!"
"Really?" Luo Binhan responded absently. It was not that he didn't know that Yu Xiaorong was talking about some important topics, but it was really difficult for him to concentrate on it. Yu Xiaorong pinched his arm hard with her other hand, and then turned his face to the opposite side.
Luo Binhan saw the thing standing quietly under the porch, still with the face of a mummy. From the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of the revolver on the ground. It had a bright and intact appearance and was definitely not an exploded chamber. He did hear the sound of the trigger just now, but it was not the actual firing - it was the sound of Yu Xiaorong just having time to press the double-action trigger halfway. Then what? Then the pistol fell to the ground. Even though he didn't see any of the process, everything seemed to be clear. He finally came to his senses, pushed Yu Xiaorong behind him, and then thought silently.
"Which one do you know?" He asked quite firmly: "Grand Master? Assabamu? Who asked you to come?"
"Who are those people?" the thing said, "Ah... I understand, they must be the people who gave you the revelation."
"You'd better be farting." Luo Binhan said, pushing Yu Xiaorong back a little with his right hand. But Yu Xiaorong persevered and put her chin over his shoulder and dug forward.
"What is your purpose?" she interrupted, with a hissing sound in her voice.
The thing opened its arms in front of Anti-Pierre's door. The door light hanging above its head went out, and deeper darkness seemed to shine from the light bulb. Brighter than the light are the two glowing ghost eyes: "I came to complete the mission for a friend...I came to witness what he said with my own eyes, to understand what hurt him. I promised to measure him fairly. loss, and then impose an award.”
"Do you still have friends?" Luo Binhan said.
Yu Xiaorong pushed his arm away hard: "Who are you here for?"
"Ask yourselves whose kindness you have let down?" the other party asked grimly, "whose invitation did you reject? The answer lies in your own hearts!"
The sharp light in his heart flickered with the rise and fall of his tone, finally making Luo Binhan think of another answer. Apart from Dwarf Starker, that was the last reasonable possibility for such a dangerous monster to find him. That's right, there will never be another answer.
He took a deep breath: "Zhou Wenxing."
At the same moment, he also heard Yu Xiaorong's voice ringing in his ears, as calm and confident as him: "Claine."
Luo Binhan turned his head abruptly, and Yu Xiaorong was also turning his head. Their foreheads were almost touching, and their four eyes were equally wide and round, and they could see themselves through each other's holes. Then they shouted out in unison, so excited that they almost spit on each other's face: "Who do you think you are!"
"Correct," said the thing.
