The shadow quickly turned into something concrete. It was a man, wearing a tattered jacket and trousers, holding a black submachine gun in his hand, with a ferocious and twisted expression, as if he hated everything in the world.
In an instant, the three people present felt the threat. Drizzt stood up slightly, Shia raised her right hand, and Lu Tan materialized [Last Word] in his hand, and adjusted the magazine of the word bullet to the one that moved at high speed.
The man holding the submachine gun grinned and seemed to say something to the people inside through the glass, and then pulled the trigger.
However, before the first bullet flew out, he seemed to be hit by something and his whole body was knocked forward.
Wow——
The transparent glass was knocked open by the man moving at high speed, and the submachine gun in his hand, the weapon nicknamed the typewriter by the gang, also lost its sight due to this sudden movement.
The next moment, the typewriter that had just fired two unfocused bullets suddenly burst apart, turning from a precision industrial whole into scattered parts, with springs, bolts, and cartridge cases flying in the sky and falling like raindrops.
thump--
The man knocked over the table in front of Lu Tan, lifted up the cup of hot tea, and hit his head on the ground, making a crisp impact.
There was a commotion in the teahouse.
The ladies, young men, and big bosses all stood up one after another, and several men wearing black suits and peaked caps filed in, protecting the most noble among them.
"Is it an attack on them, or..."
Drizzt took out his gloves and put them on, and leaned over to check the man's condition. It was obvious that the man had fainted after the impact just now.
Looking back, Drizzt was about to ask Lu Tran for his opinion, but found that he was still holding a teacup in his hand - Lu Tran was preparing to drink tea when he was attacked just now.
"Can't waste it."
Lu Tan poured the hot tea into his mouth. It was fermented and had a very mellow black tea flavor.
At the same time, among the fragments of the table scattered on the floor, systematic cold and indifferent words were assembled and formed.
【Abandoned Capital】
[In the 23rd year of the New Calendar, everything is not appropriate]
[The glamorous upper class society attracts people, but no one knows the darkness within it. People are looking forward to new works that can bring about craze, as if only those stimulations can relieve the depression caused by the dull air]
【This is the best of times, this is the worst of times】
[Between fantasy and reality, evil grows]
[Task Difficulty: Alienation]
[Task requirement: Search for the missing novelist]
[Task requirement: Witness the ending of the story]
[Task requirement: Find Du Danping’s melody fragments]
"It seems the mission has begun."
Lu Tiao thought to himself that under normal circumstances, it was definitely not an accident that they were attacked here.
The teahouse is still in chaos, and the siren has sounded.
When the sergeant wearing a dark police uniform and a mustache arrived with police officers holding rifles in a loose formation, he happened to see Drizzt next to the fallen man.
"Old Cui, why is it you again?"
The Sheriff seemed to be familiar with Drizzt, and there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"Isn't this nice? It saves you the trouble of finding witnesses."
Drizzt took a drag on his pipe and replied calmly.
"Please, other masters and ladies, please follow my subordinates and leave here temporarily. We will investigate and find them one by one later."
The police chief waved his hand and asked the crowd to disperse as usual.
"Many of the people sitting here are involved with gangs. If you take them back to the police station casually, I'm afraid the gangs in the ruined city will besiege the police station."
Drizzt whispered in Lu Tan and Shia's ears.
"This is Chief Huo, my friend, Chief, and these two are my assistants, Lu Tan and Xia."
He introduced both sides again.
After the police took the crowd away, they turned the unconscious man over.
"I know this guy. He is a mercenary who lives in this neighborhood. How could he attack you?"
Chief Huo glanced at the unconscious man.
"I'm curious too."
Drizzt spread his hands.
"Xia, do you have any means to make him tell the truth, such as veritaserum or something?"
Lu Tan asked the mage girl in a low voice.
"Unfortunately, magic is not that convenient. Magic involving the spiritual realm is generally prohibited."
Shia replied, and before Lu Tuan could lament how inconvenient magic was again, she walked forward and picked up the unconscious man.
It's hard to describe how this girl, who was only as tall as Lu Jian's shoulders, picked up this man who was taller than Lu Jian, but she did it, as easily and as unbelievably as she put an elephant into the refrigerator.
"However, you don't need magic to make him tell the truth."
Shia casually grabbed the unfinished tea from the table next to her, threw it at the other person's face, and then slapped him across the face.
A slap with a metal glove fell on the man's face, causing his body to twitch before he slowly woke up.
He looked blankly at the girl in front of him who was shorter than him but was holding himself up, muttering something in her mouth.
"Why did you attack us?"
Shia asked seriously.
"...all will die, all will die, all will take refuge in His arms, the real horror is yet to come, devotion, devotion, devotion, I must make an offering, ah, supreme
He who is the Most Exalted..."
The man was obviously in a state of madness, his words were incoherent, and his words were incomplete.
"Speak humanly."
Siya raised her fist and punched him in the face. You could see that the face suddenly deformed, a few teeth spit out from the man's mouth, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just want to make you suffer less and die as soon as possible while you can still die. Otherwise, otherwise..."
The man became painful and spoke in a pleading voice, but his words were still illogical.
"Do you have any last words? Or does your family need our help to take care of it? Mr. Sheriff, where does his family live? Can you take us to see them later?"
Shia asked expressionlessly.
The man finally showed an expression of extreme fear, his voice was hoarse, he whimpered, and then he touched his chest.
"Everything in the book is true, it's true, I know it, I told you, I told you, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Without saying a word, Shia punched the man again, causing him to pass out completely. She dropped the man and groped around his chest, quickly finding a book.
"Looks like this is the culprit... huh?"
Shia turned around and saw only a few people, including the police chief, staring at her, somewhat hesitant to speak.
