musicians of old

Chapter 60 Identity
Fanning didn't have time to untie the curtain, so he had to dodge to one side.

The stumbling movements were completely out of proportion to its speed, and I could only see the deformed monster getting bigger and bigger in my field of vision!

The next moment, Fanning, who had lost his center of gravity, was grabbed by one arm by Joan.

The purple light lit up, and water ripples appeared on the wall of the carriage again. The two fell out of the carriage through the wall, and hit the ground heavily.

Almost as soon as he landed, Fan Ning's spiritual sense went ten meters deep into the alley. There was a bakery shop there. The shopkeeper sat in front of the burning tin bucket to keep warm, and was obsessed with today's business bill.

After several gunshots, he seemed to hear a strange howl again, but this is not uncommon in his opinion. The hostility of street gangsters, drunks, homeless and unemployed workers always needs an outlet. Life changes They often come unexpectedly, and it is hard to say that I will not become the next one of them in the future.

Fanning's inspiration detected the high temperature here, and quickly delineated a specific area in the car again, simulating the feeling of being connected with the former, and gently pulling.

Two consecutive temperature exchanges extinguished the boiler and the tin bucket, and the shopkeeper stared blankly at the green smoke floating in front of him.

Such a large range and temperature difference took away [-]% to [-]% of Fanning's inspiration at once. In less than two breaths, those flammable blankets and fabrics turned the entire carriage into a sea of ​​flames.

"Wow!!" This is the superimposition of multiple sharp howls, with a shriek and mania that make one's scalp tingle.

With a bang, a large crater protruded from the wall of the carriage, and sawdust and sparks flew.

This pile of deformed bodies obviously didn't know that with its strength, it could break open the curtain from the front door with one push, but rushed into the place where Fan Ning and Joan disappeared through the wall.

"What was your 'light of first acquaintance'? You just passed through the wall?" Fan Ning asked as he stood up.

He didn't dare to be negligent in his hands, and while asking, he pushed the fixed bolt of the revolver, flung out the magazine deftly, and pressed the bullets in the cowhide pouch by his side into the chamber of the gun one by one.

"First light?" Joan looked blankly at Fanning with her dark eyes.

Fan Ning's voice was urgent and helpless: "What ability do you gain after being promoted to a wise person?"

"Wounds, I can control wounds, wounds in various senses, healing, tearing or transfer, but they must be existing." Joan suddenly realized, and quickly replied, "Through the wall is the state brought out of my dream last night."

"Bang!!!" There was another loud noise.

This carriage was originally mainly made of wood, with a small amount of steel. Although the workmanship is fine and the material is high-quality, the main purpose is to enjoy luxury, and it will soon die after only two hits.

The wriggling figure could be vaguely seen in the gap.

Sure enough, this thing can't be burned to death in a while.

Joan looked at the raging fire in the carriage with trepidation: "Caroun, this carriage has a big hole, I can barely recover it once, maybe I can carry it a little longer, let's run?"

"No, it's too fast. We can't run very far ten seconds ahead of time. It's estimated that it will catch up in a few breaths."

For Sheeran's safety, I let the carriage wait on the side of the street, and told her not to get out of the car until I went back.

At least five hundred meters away from the current location of this alley.

Besides, no matter how close it was, I didn't dare to lure it to Xilan's place.

"Stand farther away, wait for it to come out, tear its wound at the place where my bullet hit, exhaust all the inspiration, and then, you run, don't worry about the follow-up."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Before Fanning could finish his words, there were three consecutive impacts, and the carriage was completely torn apart.

Seeing the appearance of the aberrant rushing out, Joan's face turned pale and she couldn't help retching.

Let me go, isn't this progress too fast? Fan Ning felt a chill in his heart. The upper body of the "translator" in front of him was completely stretched out, and there were a bunch of red and black lumps of red and black flesh on his normal legs and waist. Skulls and mouthparts are stacked and nested, and green mucus drips from them, making a non-stop hissing sound when it hits the ground.

A burnt stench rushed straight into his forehead.

After all, this deformed body was still a body of flesh and blood. After being burned for a while, it seemed that its condition was not very good.

Fan Ning shot continuously without hesitation, and several heads were spattered with flesh and blood.

The aberrant body was stimulated, and roared in layers from its mouthparts. The leather shoes hit the ground, and it rushed towards Fan Ning, shortening the distance by four or five meters in a blink of an eye.

Fan Ning, who hadn't had time to change the bomb, changed his face drastically, turned his head and ran away with all his might.

Joan stood farther away on the other side and raised his arm slightly, and the air around the deformed body twisted a bit, drawing a purple arc with its own movement.

Then Joan waved her hand across the air, spread her five fingers together, and made a pulling motion in the opposite direction of the deformed body's running.

Several gunshot wounds on the twisted mass of flesh were torn instantly, and the whole body was like a leaky bag, with strangely shaped organs and twisted granulation scattered all over the ground.

The deformed body stagnated, wearing straight trousers and brand-name leather shoes, and the lower body with a shiny belt knelt down on the ground.

Under inertia, the pile of disproportionately heavy meat balls fell forward and hit the ground heavily, bursting with mucus and falling apart.

Those pieces of flesh scattered all over the ground seemed to still have vitality, and smaller heads and granulation "pull out" from the shattered small heads, dividing and growing infinitely.

The mucus was mixed with blood, and under the dim gas lamp, there were distorted human faces floating on it like latte art, flowing into the ditch along the terrain from high to low.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!"

With this opportunity to relax, Fanning reloaded the magazine again, beating the flesh that was still wriggling and growing on the ground to pieces.

Then he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Joan ran with small steps all the way to Fanning.

"Are you not injured? Shall I lift you up?" Joan stretched out her tender little hand to Fanning.

"No, let me slow down for a while."

"What do you do now?"

"Based on the reaction of ordinary people, we can only call the police first." Fan Ning's eyes flickered.

It's the police interrogation again, and then he fights wits with the investigators of the Special Patrol Office?
You can't get around the plot if you co-author yourself, right?

"Who's absent from today's party?" Fanning asked.

"You said 'Grey Eagle'?" Joan said, "He accepted the entrustment from the 'Experiment Officer' at the last gathering, which is equivalent to Sylvia's second-level trustee."

"His target is Sheeran."

"Huh? Then he is now?"

"I killed it."

Joan covered her mouth in surprise.

She finally knew why Fanning appeared at today's party.

"Which organization are you?" Fanning continued to ask.

"Huh?" Joan tilted her head suspiciously, "I didn't?"

"you have not?"

"I didn't. What's the matter?" Joan continued to repeat in doubt.

"You don't know that people who touch the taboo area without authorization will be dealt with by the Special Inspection Office?"

"I know, but I haven't done anything evil?"

".You are really courageous."

"No, 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 meat growing on the legs of the kneeling trousers.

What I originally thought was to take off his mask after killing this person, but in this unexpected situation... what mask is there?Where is the head, where is the neck, where is the shoulders are not clear.

He used a wooden stick to poke away the granulation covering the part below the waist, then put on his white gloves, squatted down and fumbled for the pockets of his trousers.

On one side are banknotes, the total denomination is close to one hundred pounds, and the edges have been blackened by high temperature.

On the other side is a black leather booklet, which is quite thick and about the same size as the mobile phone in the previous life, and feels a bit like wax.

I don't know if it's due to the material, or the location just avoided the long-term high temperature, but there is almost no damage.

"Is this the document that the 'Translator' mentioned at the party and is translating?"

Randomly flipping through the first few pages, the paper was filled with languages ​​that Fan Ning could not understand for the time being, but this was very important for my own investigation.

There was still something trapped inside, and Fanning took it out.

A dozen or so exquisite hard business cards, the ancient Hoffman language in the bronzing pattern is impressively written:

Lorraine Brownie, Chapter of the Bologna School at the University of St. Lenia.

"Lorraine Brownie, professor of composition at the School of Music??"

It was the professor who gave Fanning a low score in the improvisation test of the initial exam, the professional teacher of the group leader Cecil.

Seeing this business card, Fan Ning's expression changed from initial astonishment to sudden realization, and finally he frowned worriedly.

Big trouble now! ! !

　Thanks to Lily Winchester, Daojian DATE, book friend tail number 3995, and the monthly pass of Zong Dian Si Ba Da~Chapter 1 arrived. It was two o'clock last night, and I have to cash it out again tonight. I feel like I am updating a chapter every day. precarious on the road
　　
　
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