Dean looked at the sloppy Adam, "Don't you hate William?"
"As much as he cares about research, I hate him deeply." Adam's eyes were cold and without a trace of warmth, but they softened in an instant, and his tone was helpless, "But the old man is also my father no matter what. , he shouldn’t disappear without explanation.”
Dean nodded, "Do you have a photo of William?"
"Wait a minute," Adam took off his Nike sneakers that were so worn that his muddy big toes were exposed, took off the insoles, and took out a yellowed, wrinkled, smelly photo, "Here, this is my only collection, don't lost."
Dean wrapped the five fingers of his right hand with his mind, took the photo and looked at it, "Tell me about your father's life, starting from the day he was born."
Adam looked confused, "What do you want to do? Divination for him?"
"Find someone for you, don't talk nonsense."
"Well... he was born in 1923... When he was a child, he heard about the legends of Leviathan and Baphomet from my grandparents, and he fell into it and became fascinated by these legendary monsters... He passed the Ohio State Examination for this purpose A doctorate in history from a university, researching related topics... I married my mother in 1960... My mother died of illness not long after giving birth to me. He became taciturn and devoted himself to research, leaving me to be a nanny."
Dean listened to the description, closed his eyes, and activated the black field.
But five minutes later, when the event progress jumped to 10%, he opened his eyes in surprise.
The black field failed to capture the position of William White, and did not even see the outline of a human figure.
"Is William dead?"
"Or did you go to another place more secluded than Midian?"
…
There were so few clues that Dean couldn't figure it out for a while. He handed the photo back to Adam, who was looking at him like a curious baby. He pulled the tent cloth and strode into the snow. "Let's go to the hotel and change clothes."
"Can't change, go left, keep your voice down!" Adam followed Dean nervously, looking around at the white world outside with vigilance, as if looking for someone, "There are a group of people staring at me. , I can only survive by pretending to be miserable enough.”
Dean asked with a dull look, "Who would have trouble with a homeless man like you?"
"The Hells Angels gang in Franklin District," Adam shook his shoulders and left a row of footprints in the snow beside the river embankment. "Every store operating in this area must pay them protection fees. In addition, they They also sell large quantities of illegal drugs, weeds and the like to college students and nightclubs in the urban area.”
Columbus has Ohio State University, Branino University, and Franklin University. It is a veritable university town filled with young, excitement-seeking students.
Dean paused and turned to look at him, "I remember your neighbors mentioned that you were also in a gang?"
"I'm different from them." Adam looked up at the moon in the sky and shook his head as if he was insulted. "Although I'm not a good person, but after the old man talks about it all day long, I barely have a limit and will never touch drugs. Normally, Just take a few guys to ride motorcycles, dance to disco, and drink in nightclubs.”
"The Hells Angels not only sell prohibited items to students, but also set traps for those who are good-looking but have no background. When they become addicted and have no money to buy goods, they will become a cash cow for the gang, picking up customers, dropping out of school, and getting sick. They are worthy of their name. , just a group of monsters coming out of hell!"
Dean asked, "Why are the Hells Angels so hard on you?"
Adam hesitated for a moment, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes,
"Someone behind them wants to get more clues about William's research from me, but I have nothing."
Adam covered his butt with fire in his eyes and said through gritted teeth,
"They didn't believe it, so they tortured me in every possible way. They not only broke my arms, sent people to forcibly protect my girlfriend, drove her away, but also insulted me."
"Sorry to hear about such a tragedy. But we can follow this line and talk to their boss." Dean said thoughtfully, "He must know something about your father's disappearance."
"Talk to them? Do you want to have dozens of guns pointed at your head?" Adam shook his head desperately, and then turned to the other side of the river embankment. Two black figures slowly walked under the snow-white oak trees.
Wearing a black down jacket, velvet gloves, and a woolen hat, he has a lean figure and tattoos of skulls and angels on his neck. His eyes are full of violence, as if he is about to pull out a knife and launch a terrorist attack at any time.
"Gift Crab!" Adam took a step back unconsciously, "The Hell's Angels are here to watch, don't look over there! Run quickly and pretend you don't know me!"
"What are you running for?"
Dean grabbed his arm and magically thrust a bright seventy-centimeter knife into his hand. The blade was curved inward and the front part was curved upward.
But it doesn't have a metallic sheen like a regular kukri, but a bone sheen.
"Where did you get this thing?" Adam was startled and shook the right hand holding the knife like a hot potato. He backed away in horror, but was kicked back by Dean.
"If you hadn't lied, the Hell's Angels trafficked people for gambling and forced girls into prostitution. You should have gone to hell long ago." Dean stared into his eyes and said in a subtle tone, "Now I give you a chance to kill them and cut off your own life." The arm, the insulted girlfriend, the torture and humiliation suffered during this time, the missing father’s revenge.”
"Don't be ridiculous! How can I fight in this state? Do you want me to commit suicide?" Adam glanced at his arch-like left hand with malformation, and his thin bamboo pole-like body that was shivering in the cold wind, as if it was covered in black. Skeleton frame of rags.
But it was too late to regret. The two sturdy men were already less than ten meters away from him. The moonlight showed a hint of joking on their rough faces, and the tattoos on the side of their necks looked even more ferocious.
"Adam, we knew you were lying in the tent all day pretending to be dead, but now you're not leaving the tent alive and kicking, trying to escape? And you're pointing a knife at us? You're getting bolder."
The two big men looked at each other and rubbed their fists as big as sandbags. "Give you a chance. Call your girlfriend back to let the brothers have a good time...Hand over the things honestly and be gentle when we start."
The words fell to the ground.
Two men rushed towards Adam, one from the left and one from the right. One reached out to grab the knife in his right hand, while the other strangled his neck like a noose with both hands.
The black shadow and strong wind hit his face. Adam's eyes were dazed for a moment. He closed his eyes and waved his right arm randomly, drawing a 180-degree semicircle with the blade.
His slender arms and thighs rotated at the same time, and his whole body was like a spinning windmill.
puff--
A warm, fishy-smelling liquid sprayed onto Adam's face.
Amidst the blood rising in the sky, the two men who launched the attack fell to the ground, one on the left and the other on the right. A thin line of blood split open on their chest and neck.
The blood line suddenly split open, and out of control, the two heads and bodies moved, just like a knife cutting through tofu as smoothly as a knife, and the hot blood dripped onto the white snow, blooming into beautiful roses.
The two men who had sternly threatened him a second ago turned into two corpses in the blink of an eye. Their eyes remained open, and their mouths opened and closed like fish thirsty for water, but they could not make a sound. They seemed to have no consciousness yet. Accept the fact of physical death.
When Adam faced this situation, his first reaction was not fear. A sickly blush appeared on his pale and withered cheeks. He stretched out his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth in horror. Then, his whole body seemed to have tasted something delicious. Delicious food, eyes narrowed in intoxication.
But after being intoxicated for less than a second, Adam trembled and woke up, looking around in fear.
"Did I kill someone?"
Although he has been on the streets for several years, he can only set people's bones and never kill anyone.
"How could I become so powerful? There's something wrong with this knife!"
His dark, unshaven face changed into a gloomy one. He shook his hand and tried to throw away the long white jade knife in his hand, but the knife seemed to have grown into the flesh of his palm and could not be thrown away.
Moreover, the blade had drunk the blood of two people, but it was strangely not stained by blood, and had a breathtaking white jade luster.
He looked at Dean with fear and took a few steps back.
"Who are you and what have you done to me!"
Dean's bright eyes stared at him, forming vertical pupils like snakes, "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you. Keep going forward, go to the base of the Hell's Angels, ask about William's whereabouts, and kill anyone who blocks the way. he."
"Don't be kidding, I'm not going," Adam panted heavily and shook his head, his neck trembling like a cramp, "Don't you see the dead people here? I have to...dispose of the bodies."
"I'll handle it. You only have one chance. If you can't seize it, then we part ways and the previous agreement is invalid." Dean asked calmly, "Have you forgotten the insult and harm they did to you? Their crime of ruining your girlfriend? "
These few short words were like raging flames igniting the firewood in his chest. Adam's cheeks were as red as blood, and his protruding eyes were also bloodshot. He still shook his head in pain,
"No, I can't beat them, I will die!"
"As long as you do what I say, hold the knife in your hand, come to the door, and kill them like pigs or dogs."
Kill them like pigs and dogs?
This sentence seemed to contain irresistible magic power, and Adam was shocked. The next second, he turned around and walked towards the north of Franklin District.
Dean waved his hand, and the corpse and the blood on the ground flew into the air, igniting blazing flames, and were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, scattered into the night.
And two confused and translucent souls were sucked into the tablet.
Now, whether it's fighting, shooting, or shadow play, you can't gain any proficiency by killing ordinary people.
Dean doesn't need to take action himself.
…
It was already ten o'clock in the evening, heavy snow was flying in the sky, and the sharp cold wind was blowing against the walls and trees on the roadside like steel knives. There were almost no pedestrians on the street.
Dean followed Adam past several wooden arch buildings across the road and walked to a remote three-story building. He whispered on his shoulder, "There is something wrong with this Adam. His emotions are several times more intense than ordinary people. He sucks." It can greatly improve the progress of skills."
"Well, his body is a bit different from ordinary people."
Dean took out a star arrow from the space and leveled it towards the sky to attract the starlight.
At the same time, he used his mind power to create a cubic cover with a length, width and height of more than ten meters, covering the three-story building not far away, isolating the sound inside and outside.
Adam staggered over, his thin body as if he would fall over if blown by a gust of wind, and his protruding eyes were as bloodshot as sandworms.
Take a deep breath.
The right hand holding the kukri was hidden under the tattered black cloth on his body and was trembling.
And the left hand knocked on the door.
Bang bang!
Bang bang!
A rough knock on the door echoed in the night. Within two seconds, a strong man with an evil expression opened the door. Looking at Adam, who had a tense face and was skinny and skinny, he grinned with a contemptuous smile.
"Adam, why are you so crazy? How dare you come to your door?"
Adam roared at the man, spitting on the man's face, "Where's Rufus Ethel? I want to see him."
"How dare you call the boss by his name?" The man wiped the saliva on his face and reached out to press the M1911 on his waist. "Is he someone you, a bastard, can see whenever you want?"
"This knife is for Lina!" Adam moved his right hand, and with a flash of lightning, he took out the kukri knife from the tattered black cloth and slashed it at the man head-on. The man subconsciously blocked with his right hand, but the flesh and blood body was still there. This magical weapon is as weak as paper.
The blade sliced open his arm easily, and further sliced his shoulder, drawing a slash along the left waist, splitting him in two.
Half of the body slid down to the floor along the neat incision.
Tick tock.
Blood slid down the tip of the knife.
Adam's skinny face was stained red, and he rushed into the door stepping on a pool of blood and weakly wailing.
A few people watching TV on the sofa on the first floor instantly went crazy.
"Oh my God, the homeless guy is here to challenge me!"
"He killed Crane!"
"revenge!"
Several slender men pulled out their pistols from their waists, pointed them at Adam, who was rushing towards him like a tree branch, and pulled the triggers back and forth, left and right.
But the trigger was strangely welded and couldn't be pulled. The bald man closest to him threw away his pistol and pulled out the switchblade at his waist. It was too late.
Adam rushed in front of him, pointed the kukri in his right hand at his neck and raised it.
Swipe and pull——
The head with wide eyes was thrown five meters away and landed at the feet of another man standing by the stairs.
A headless body lay limply on the ground.
Adam was bathed in blood, and a wave of joy surged in his chest. He suppressed the cries of his former girlfriend who was being raped by a group of people, and suppressed the shame and humiliation of being pushed to the ground in a cowardly manner.
It made him grin, like a skull emerging from the flames of hell.
These gangsters have experienced all kinds of battles, large and small, and have unusually calm minds and quick reactions. The second yellow-haired man came back to his senses instantly, picked up the baseball bat next to the sofa and hit Adam on the head.
The man at the third stairwell kicked Adam in the lower back.
But these attacks, which are enough to make ordinary people lose their combat effectiveness, seem to have fallen into the quagmire and are completely ineffective.
Adam only shuddered, gripped the kukri, and slashed from top to bottom, breaking the baseball bat and drawing a bloody line down the center of Huang Mao's forehead.
Tear--
The yellow hair split in half from the middle, like a pig cut open by a butcher, and its internal organs fell to the ground with a splash.
Adam turned behind him with a ferocious face, his eyes like red lightning.
What the hell?
The man who sneaked up from behind was stunned and cut the man in half with a knife. Is this a human being?
The unknown is scary!
The man who attacked him ran towards the stairs, shouting to the people upstairs,
"Help! Help me, there's a monster!"
Poof!
Then he collapsed on the stairs, blood seeping from his throat, and his eyes widened.
Adam, who was covered in blood, pulled out the knife on his vest, his eyes flashing with a strange red light, breathing heavily from his nose, and his whole person looked like a crazy beast that had lost its mind.
"This knife is still for Lina."
He stuck out his tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth happily, and strode up the stairs.
A dozen men armed with submachine guns, butterfly knives, and baseball bats surrounded him.
But without exception, all the guns were cursed and could not be cocked.
But Adam's skinny body, which weighed less than a hundred pounds, burst out with terrifying energy.
All the weapons could not stop him from breaking into pieces with one strike.
The flesh can only groan and decompose under the sharp and uncast blade, turning into a steaming rain of blood all over the sky.
He was like a ruthless butcher, and these dozen gangsters were the animals under his butcher's knife, split in half one after another.
Screams, wails...the sounds of collisions and hurried escapes echoed endlessly.
Someone was so frightened that they took advantage of Adam's pursuit of his companions and ran towards the stairs in an attempt to escape out of the house.
However, an invisible barrier strangely appeared at the entrance of the stairs, and the escapees were severely knocked back as soon as they hit it.
They were locked up in this killing field.
Poof!
Poof!
The slight sound of the sharp blade separating flesh and blood continued for two minutes.
The tables, chairs, and carpets were stained with a thick and sticky layer of blood. Neatly cut corpses were piled messily in every corner. The air was filled with a fishy, hot blood that made people want to vomit.
The second and third floors are like purgatory on earth.
"Don't come here! Devil! Devil!" Rufus Esser, the last remaining man in a black suit, picked up a submachine gun and knocked on the glass window of the wall. The crackling glass shards were flying in the sky. He climbed out of the window and was immediately hit by a The invisible film bounced back,
"This is not true, this is the hell of nightmares! This is a dream! Hiss—"
But the stinging pain on his face scratched by glass shards told him that everything was true. He looked at this demonic and terrifying man roaring hysterically,
"Let me go, Adam, and our grudges will be wiped out!"
"As long as you spare me, I'll give you money!"
"Give you half of my territory and business! No, 70%!"
"Just think, you'll be the underground king of Columbus!"
"No, you hurt Lina and humiliated me!" Adam stared at the man with blood-red eyes, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood off his palm, "You must die!"
After saying that, he rushed over with his knife.
Rufus leaned close to the wall and let out a desperate cry.
But the knife did not fall on him.
Another man appeared out of thin air and slapped Adam on the forehead, "Wait a minute, I want to ask something."
Adam's whole body trembled, as if he had awakened from a dazed state. The blood in his eyes faded, and when he looked at the broken bodies and blood everywhere, his mouth opened in disbelief.
I, I killed more than twenty people?
Dean's eyes swept across the strange light red light of life around him, and his snake-like vertical pupils turned to Rufus, "Tell us the answer, where is William White?"
"What William White!" Rufus shook his head quickly, "I don't know that guy! Did you find the wrong person?"
Dean just glanced at the man, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
Suddenly, a hell-like illusion appeared in front of Rufus who met his eyes. Countless innocent people who had died tragically at his hands in the past turned into evil ghosts and crawled out of hell, grabbing his feet and wailing for their lives.
"Pay your life! Pay your debt!"
"No! Stop! Stop!"
Rufus covered his head in pain, "I said... a man named Otis Gaddafi came to us, gave me one million, and asked me to find a way to ask Adam about the 'Séance' The whereabouts of the information about 'Hui' and 'Pentagram'!"
The name Otis Gaddafi, as well as the words "Séance" and "Pentagram" are spoken.
Dean noticed that the event progress bar had reached 20%, and asked Adam next to him, "Do you know him?"
"I heard William mention it several times. Otis is a colleague of his at Ohio State University. The research project seems to have some intersection with 'Leviathan' and 'Baphomet'."
"Séances and pentagrams?"
"No impression."
"Well, go see Otis tomorrow and ask him in person."
"You two, let me go!" Rufus suddenly spoke, staring at Adam tremblingly, "If I knew that the bastard Otis offended me was a big shot like you, I would definitely get rid of him first. "
"Are you going to spare his life?" Dean looked at Adam.
Adam fell into silence looking at the kukri in his hand, thinking of his girlfriend's mournful wails and the humiliation he had suffered.
Anger ignited in his chest.
He returned to his previous state of indulging in killing, and an indescribable pleasure arose in his heart.
It was as if his nature had been liberated, and he was born for this.
Swish——
The sword flashed.
Rufus was split in half with a knife.
Blood was thrown in the air like spilled ink, and fell to the ground at his feet. His mouth opened wide, as if he was born again.
Dean looked at the boiling red light of life around him and pondered for a long time before sending out the shallows and shadows in his pockets that absorbed Adam's emotions to quickly clean up the scene and harvest the property.
(End of chapter)
