Fan Ning didn't have time to untie the curtain, so she had to dodge to one side.
The stumbling movements were completely out of proportion to its speed. I could only see the distorted monster getting bigger and bigger in my field of vision!
The next moment, Fan Ning, who had lost his center of gravity, was grabbed by an arm by Qiong.
A purple light lit up, and water ripples appeared on the wall of the carriage again. The two fell through the wall and fell out of the carriage, hitting the ground heavily.
Almost as soon as he landed, Fan Ning's spiritual sense went ten meters deep into the alley. There was a pancake shop there. When the shop owner heard the gunfire, he had already closed the rolling shutter in a hurry, and the large boiler in the room was still burning.
It was red, and the shopkeeper sat in front of a burning iron bucket to keep warm, and was lost in thought about today's business bill.
After several gunshots, he seemed to hear another strange howl, but this was not uncommon in his opinion. Street gangsters, drunkards, homeless people and unemployed workers always need an outlet for their anger, and life changes
They often come unexpectedly, and it's hard to say that I won't become the next one of them in the future.
Fan Ning's inspiration detected the high temperature here, and quickly delineated a specific area in the car again, simulating the feeling of being connected to the former, and gently pulling.
Two consecutive temperature exchanges caused the boiler and tin bucket to go out. The shopkeeper stared blankly at the green smoke floating in front of his eyes.
Such a large range and temperature difference suddenly took away 60 to 70% of Fan Ning's inspiration. In less than two breaths, those flammable blankets and fabrics turned the entire carriage into a sea of fire.
"Wow!!" This time, there were multiple sharp howls superimposed, which were shrill and manic, making people's scalp numb.
There was a bang, and a large pit protruded on the wall of the carriage, with sawdust and sparks flying.
This bunch of aberrations obviously didn't know that with its strength, it could break open the curtain from the main entrance, but instead slammed into the place where Fan Ning and Qiong disappeared through the wall.
"What was your 'light of first acquaintance'? The wall you just walked through?" Fan Ning stood up and asked.
He didn't dare to be lazy with his hands. He pressed the fixing bolt of the revolver while asking, skillfully threw out the magazine, and pressed the bullets in the cowhide bag beside his side into the gun chamber one by one.
"The light of first acquaintance?" Qiong's dark eyes looked at Fan Ning blankly.
Fan Ning's voice was urgent and helpless: "What are the abilities you gained after being promoted to a knowledgeable person."
"Wounds, I can control wounds, wounds in various senses, healing, tearing or transfer, but they must be existing." Qiong suddenly realized and responded quickly, "Through the wall is the state brought out by my dream last night."
"Bang!!!" There was another loud noise.
This carriage was originally made mainly of wood, with a small amount of steel. Although the workmanship was fine and the materials were of high quality, its main purpose was luxury enjoyment, and it was about to die after just two hits.
The squirming figure could be faintly seen in the gap.
As expected, this thing cannot be burned to death in a short time.
Joan looked at the raging fire in the carriage with fear: "Caron, the hole in this carriage is a bit big. I can barely recover it once. Maybe I can carry it a little longer. Let's run quickly?"
"No, it's too fast. We won't be able to run far even ten seconds ahead. We probably will catch up in a few breaths."
For the sake of Xilan's safety, he asked the carriage to wait on the street, and asked her not to get out of the car until he returned.
It is at least five hundred meters away from the current location of this alley.
Besides, no matter how close it was, I wouldn't dare to lead it to Hiran's place.
"Stand far away, wait for it to come out, tear its wound at the location where my bullet hit, use up all the inspiration, and then run away without worrying about the follow-up."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Before Fan Ning could finish his words, three consecutive collisions were heard, and the carriage completely fell apart.
Seeing the appearance of the aberrant body rushing out, Qiong's face turned pale and she couldn't help but retching.
Let me go, is this progress too fast? Fan Ning felt a chill in his heart. The upper body of the "translator" in front of him had been completely stretched out. Two normal human legs and waist were pressing against a pile of red and black meat balls, which were densely packed.
The head and mouthparts were stacked and nested, green mucus dripped from them, and it made a hissing sound when it hit the ground.
A burning stench rushed straight to his forehead.
After all, this aberrant body was still made of flesh and blood. After being burned for a while, it seemed that its condition was no longer very good. After falling out, it staggered a few times and its movements were a bit slower.
Fan Ning shot continuously without hesitation, causing several heads to splatter with blood and flesh.
The aberrant body was stimulated, and it let out a series of roaring sounds from its mouthparts. It clicked its leather shoes on the ground and rushed towards Fan Ning, closing the distance of four to five meters in the blink of an eye.
Before she could change her ammunition, Fan Ning's face changed drastically, and she turned around and ran away with all her strength.
Qiong stood on the other side and raised his arm, and the air around the aberration twisted, drawing a purple arc as it moved.
Then Qiong waved her hand in the air, stretched out her five fingers, and made a pulling motion in the opposite direction of the aberration's running.
Several gunshot wounds on the twisted mass of flesh were instantly torn apart, and the entire body was like a leaky bag, with grotesque organs and twist-like granulations scattered all over the floor.
The aberrant body slumped, wearing straight trousers, brand-name leather shoes, and a shiny belt on its lower body and kneeling on the ground.
Under the inertia, the pile of disproportionately heavy meat balls fell forward and hit the ground heavily. The slime exploded and fell apart.
The pieces of meat scattered on the ground seemed to still have vitality, and smaller heads and granules were "taken out" from the broken little heads, dividing and growing infinitely.
The mucus was mixed with blood, and under the dim gas light, twisted human faces like coffee latte floated on it, flowing into the ditch from high to low along with the terrain.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!"
With this opportunity to relax, Fan Ning loaded the magazine again and beat the pieces of flesh still growing on the ground to pieces.
Then he sat down on the ground and gasped for air.
Qiong took small steps and ran all the way to Fan Ning.
"You're not hurt, are you? Do you want me to pull you up?" Qiong stretched out her tender little hand to Fan Ning.
"No, please let me slow down for a while."
"What to do now?"
"Based on the reaction of ordinary people, we can only call the police first." Fan Ning's eyes flashed.
Another police interview, and then a battle of wits with the investigators from the Special Patrol Office?
You can't avoid this plot if you co-author it, right?
"Who is absent from the party today?" Fan Ning asked.
"You said 'Grey Eagle'?" Joan said, "He accepted a commission from the 'Experience Officer' at the last party, which is equivalent to Sylvia's second-level trustee."
"His target is Sheeran."
"Ah? What about him now?"
"Killed by me."
Joan covered her mouth in surprise.
She finally knew why Fan Ning appeared at today's party.
"Which organization are you from?" Fan Ning continued to ask.
"Ah?" Qiong tilted her head in confusion, "I didn't?"
"you have not?"
"I don't have it, so what?" Joan continued to repeat doubtfully.
"Don't you know that people who touch forbidden areas without authorization will be dealt with by the Special Inspectorate?"
"I know, but I didn't do anything evil?"
"You are really brave."
"No way, I'm very timid"
Fan Ning shook his head helplessly, found a blackened wooden stick in the nearby garbage dump, and looked at the pile of rotten flesh growing on the legs of the kneeling trousers.
What I originally thought was to kill this person and then remove his mask, but what kind of mask could there be in such an unexpected situation? I couldn't tell where the head was, the neck was, and the shoulders were.
He used a wooden stick to push aside the granulation covering the lower part of the waist, then put on his white gloves and squatted down to fumble in his trouser pockets.
On one side are banknotes, the total denomination of which is close to one hundred pounds, and the edges have been blackened by the high temperature.
On the other side is a black leather booklet, which is quite thick, about the same size as a previous mobile phone, and feels a bit like wax.
I don’t know whether it’s due to the material or the location where it was protected from high temperatures for a long time, but there was almost no damage.
"Is this the document that the 'translator' mentioned at the party and is being translated?"
I casually flipped through the first few pages, and they were filled with language that Fan Ning could not understand for the time being, but it was very important for my subsequent investigation.
There was something trapped inside, and Fan Ning took it out.
There are a dozen exquisite hard business cards, the ancient Hoffman language in the hot stamping pattern clearly reads:
Lorraine Browne, branch of the Bologna School at the University of Saint-Lenia.
"Lorraine Browne, professor of composition at the Conservatory of Music??"
It was the professor who gave Fan Ning a lower score in the preliminary improvisation test and the professional teacher of Team Leader Cecil.
Seeing this business card, Fan Ning's expression changed from initial surprise, to sudden realization, and finally to a worried frown.