With a plop, Moonlight fell into the damp sewer.
The light swayed in the dark sewer, his pants were soaked in the water, and he didn't care about the moonlight.
He pressed hard on the gunshot wound on his neck with his right hand, sweating profusely due to tension and pain, and gasping for air.
"Let me take a look." Sean held the flashlight between his cheek and shoulder, and carefully removed the styptic powder bandage on Moonlight's neck.
The bullet scratched Moonlight's neck, but...
"It's still half a centimeter away from the artery."
Sean and Moonlight both breathed a sigh of relief. The pianist smiled, sweat pouring down his forehead: "Just now... I thought I would never see Winnie again."
Sean patted the pianist's face: "Don't be stupid."
He walked next to Evan Burns, the light of the flashlight illuminating his cheek.
Some gray feathers sprouted messily from the gunshot wound, which not only pushed the bullet out, but also stopped the bleeding.
Ivan held on to the wall, panting slightly, and waved his hand to Sean - indicating that he was fine.
Then, Sean walked to Alicia who was far away from him. Hemostatic powder had been applied to the wound on the abdomen, and the bleeding had stopped.
Sean took out a bottle of emergency carbonated syrup, opened the cap, and handed it to Alicia.
The female chess player raised her eyes and looked at the "supply officer" in the team. She really couldn't see where he took out the ammunition, holy light bombs, and syrup.
She gratefully took the syrup and took a sip.
First aid carbonated syrup contains spiritual power, which can quickly relieve some trauma.
Wright was half-kneeling next to Wendy. Wendy's head was pressed against the wall of the sewer, her face was twisted in pain, and she was sweating profusely.
Sean, who had sniffed the spiritual smelling salts before, finally recovered some spiritual power. He carefully picked up Wendy's hand, and the green "spiritual mist" wrapped the wound.
The wound stopped bleeding, the redness and swelling dissipated, and Wendy's breathing calmed down.
Everyone in the team looked a bit frightened...
If it weren't for luck, someone would have died in the city.
Overhead, the furious madmen could still smell the scent of flowers lingering in the air. They rushed in the alley, attacking each other, looking for Alicia's whereabouts.
Looking at the gold paint on the female chess player, Sean picked up the moonlight and whispered to everyone: "Let's go deeper."
The firelight illuminated Kate's shining black eyes. She and a few friends led Sean and his party through the sewers, which were as complicated as a maze.
"Kate, how did you find us?" Sean lowered his head and asked.
Due to professional habits, Sean has been wearing the mask of "Unknown Sea".
Due to the similar body shape and the fact that Kate had seen Sean wearing a mask in the mansion, she recognized him as "Mr. Nothing" himself.
Princess Dirty Face raised her head: "We were hiding in Uncle Rum's flower shop, and then we heard noises in the Fisher King's Restaurant...
"Juan has the best eyesight. He saw you and the people he saw in the mansion that day."
Juan, the barefoot scout, wiped his nose proudly.
"So we plan to help you...
"As a result, I met you just as I climbed out of the secret passage."
Sean sighed slightly in his heart: It seems that when luck reaches a certain level, the situation will change.
"Where are we going?" As he asked, Sean looked back at the condition of his companions - their injuries were all stable.
"Go to Uncle Rum's flower shop."
"But she has... fragrance, which might attract those crazy people." Sean glanced at Alicia. She was still in a trance.
Kate shrugged: "The flower shop already smells good - they won't notice it for a while."
After walking for about ten minutes, they came to a manhole. Billy, a fat man wearing a sea soul shirt, climbed up first and tapped the manhole cover regularly with a wooden stick.
After a while, the manhole cover above opened, and warm light shone down.
Sean looked up, and the light outlined a person's head. A magnetic voice with an Apennine accent came from above: "Come up quickly."
Everyone helped each other climb up.
Sean discovered that this was an enclosed inner courtyard garden.
Mr. Rum, a black-haired painter wearing a beret, looked at Sean and his party calmly.
His wife had brown hair and looked thin and beautiful. She took a blanket and covered Alicia's body - maybe it could alleviate the weird floral fragrance.
Mrs. Rum took two steps back and saw Alicia covered in blood. She covered her mouth and said, "Are everyone in the city crazy...?"
"It gets crazier every year." Mr. Rum shook his head unbearably.
Sean, who had been secretly observing the Rums, had a weak ectoplasm holding the revolver.
"Come in quickly..." Mr. Rum opened the door. "You can all hide here with me until this is over."
After entering the room, Mr. Rum first made sure all the doors and windows were closed tightly, and then began to help Sean to further treat the wounds of the injured.
Mrs. Rum was in the kitchen preparing food.
Their home is at the back of the store and does not face the street, so the fragrance of Alicia's body cannot escape for the time being. Those crazy citizens are still fighting in that alley and will not doubt this place for the time being.
After Sean used ectoplasm to remove the deformed bullet from Alicia's abdomen, he used the elixir mist to further heal her wounds.
Four children at the wild dog park have been helping.
After Mrs. Rum brought the heated food out of the kitchen, Sean finally let go of his guard against them.
"My husband and I are vegetarians, so there is no meat, sorry..."
Sean sighed: “No, you don’t need to apologize for that.
"Your eating habits saved our lives."
Mr. and Mrs. Rum looked at each other in confusion.
Sitting in the living room of Rum's house, Sean suddenly remembered Tesler's instructions: If Verne is not dealt with, this nightmare will not end.
They can't hide here forever, those crazy people will rush in here sooner or later.
Thinking like this, the fatigue that originally surged in his body was forcibly suppressed.
After swallowing the toast in his mouth, Sean asked: "How far is this from the Ecstasy Building?"
Mr. Rum took out the wooden pipe in his mouth: "About five hundred meters."
Sean looked around the living room, thought about it in his mind, turned over and stood up: "Olivia and I will go to the building."
Olivia was already standing next to Sean.
"What, Sean?! Are you crazy?!" Moonlight looked at Sean in disbelief, "Now the streets are full of madmen!"
"If you don't 'talk' to him, this matter won't end." Sean sighed, not saying anything clearly in front of outsiders.
The room fell into silence.
"That's it." Sean changed the Mauser rifle in his hand.
"I'll go with you." Yueguang covered her neck, her face turned pale, and she wanted to stand up.
Sean pushed him down on the chair: "Come on. The more people there are, the more dangerous it is. I can handle it alone."
The pianist understood Sean's look and could only look away boredly.
Straightening up, the New Testament reporter said, "However, I need your help."
Understanding what Sean meant, everyone extended their spiritual essence.
After contacting each person's spiritual essence, Gaynor's power began to flow, and the weak spiritual power merged into his soul.
Even so, he only raised one-fifth of the spiritual power.
He took a sip of the spiritual smelling salt and said, "That's enough."
Sean picked up the gun and walked towards the door.
