Mystery: The Star Key
Chapter 81: plump lamb
Paul Schidl noticed a lamb.
There are a lot of lambs coming and going in the East District, but a special one like this one today is very rare.
He caught Paul's eyes almost instantly.
The lamb actually looked rather ordinary, not too thin, wearing an old shirt, always keeping his head down and not making eye contact with anyone. It looked like the other lambs that came and went.
However, I don't know why Paul subconsciously felt that it was a fat and coveted lamb.
There is no reason, it is just a subconscious intuition. And that feeling quickly convinced Paul.
Paul just looked at him and made him want to grab that lamb, ravage him, bully him, see his face, see his body, see his bone and blood.
He wants him, he wants him very much.
And if he wanted what Paul Schidl wanted, he couldn't get it.
Because he is the strongest thug of the Rikman Party, he has no disadvantage in the fight in the underground boxing club, and even the boss of the Eastern District has to give him three points.
Therefore, Paul didn't think too much. When he saw the lamb, he called the people around him to follow along.
That lamb is shrewd.
He knew someone was following him, so he quickened his pace and tried to cross a few alleys, as if trying to get rid of them in this way.
However, it was impossible for Paul to let him do so.
Is there anyone who is more familiar with the Eastern District than them?
Moreover, the lamb exudes a unique smell, so that Paul can still clearly perceive his position even if he is more than ten meters away.
Close, very close.
Paul could smell the lamb's scent getting stronger. He couldn't help but quicken his pace.
But in the next moment, he felt the world spinning.
He actually slipped!
And very strangely, it slipped out for several meters like stepping on a banana. Paul had absolutely no control over his body.
And, while he slid out. He heard two muffled noises.
Paul was very familiar with the sound of fists and blunt weapons hitting, so he immediately recognized that the blunt weapons were hitting people. Also, a cane is used.
But Paul couldn't hear any more, because he felt something hooking his back collar.
"Huh—"
There was a rush of wind in Paul's ear.
The next moment, there was severe pain in his back, and his head was numb for a moment. When he came back to his senses, Paul was horrified to find that his chin was being pressed by a triangular thorn.
Even if he couldn't see it, he could feel how cold and biting the weapon against his neck was.
He couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of him, but only felt that his face was covered by a gray mist.
"Don't yell, it will kill you if you yell." The man whispered.
"Don't resist, if you resist, you will be killed."
"Don't speak, without my permission, if you speak, I will kill you."
The man's voice couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but when Paul heard his words, he only felt that fear seemed to have penetrated deep into his bones. Something cold seemed to climb up from his tailbone and into his brain.
Paul wanted to tremble, to escape, to kneel with weak legs.
However, he couldn't feel his body at this moment.
This made him even more frightened.
"A few questions to you." The man's voice sounded again. It also seemed vague, "An honest answer will make your death quicker."
Paul originally wanted to struggle, but he was horrified again to find that his body had been embedded into the wall for no apparent reason. He could hear the other person's words because he only had his neck and head outside.
Paul wanted to scream in horror. But the pain in his throat made him wake up in an instant.
"Okay, okay," Paul replied hastily.
"The first question, why are you following me?" the man asked in a low voice.
Paul opened his mouth, but didn't know where to answer. He's a hunter in the East End, is there any problem with him following the lamb? That's his day job here.
But Paul knew that this answer would never satisfy the person in front of him.
"Okay, I'll change the question." The man seemed to have noticed this, and patiently and thoughtfully changed the question.
"Is there anything special between me and others?"
"You...you..." Paul shook his lips, still speechless.
At this time, he was pressed against his chin by the stab of the Three-Edged Army, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he realized that something was not right. What did he rely on to judge that the person in front of him was a fat lamb?
Judging from the current performance of the person in front of him, he is definitely not a lamb to be slaughtered.
At the moment of the fight, Paul could feel the muscle strength of his arms and core, which is definitely not a physical quality that belongs to a lamb.
Why on earth did he make such an outrageous judgment? Why did he misjudge?
"Speak straight." The man continued, "No need to whitewash, no excuses. I want to hear your most original thoughts."
The man sneered, and the voice, which was inaudible at first, seemed even more gloomy at this time. "You were about to die, are you still afraid of death?"
"Say, say whatever comes to your mind." The man said, "I don't need any 'literary embellishment'."
Paul felt that when the man was speaking, although his tone was polite, his triangular thorns sent some more forwards. Beads of blood began to slide down Paul's neck.
But Paul felt that his brain was extremely clear at this moment.
And he also expressed his true thoughts.
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Igna heard the man who called himself Paul say, "Although he looks like a normal man, I want to catch him, to ravage him, to bully him, to see his face, to see his body, to see his bones and Blood. I want him, I want him very much..." At the time, he didn't know what kind of expression to put on for a while.
At first, he used the fall technique to make the man incapacitated, and then used a cane to deal with his two younger brothers.
And then ~www.readwn.com~ After throwing this **** against the wall, Ignat didn't do much, but used illusions and some tricks to make him think he was embedded in the wall.
And he used thaumaturgy to make his voice appear ethereal and cold. But he never expected to ask such a result...
This kind of talk really looks like some kind of storyline. Igna couldn't help but complain in his heart.
However, he is also very clear.
These people in the East District have indeed undergone some mutation, and this mutation can let them see the specialness of this shirt.
Igna wasted no time. After getting a general understanding of the situation, he knocked Paul out. Then with a dagger, some blood samples were taken from Paul's arm.
Blood is a material rich in spirituality, so with blood as a medium, Igna can go back and use divination to determine what happened.
Maybe he doesn't need to do divination by himself. As a "consulting detective", he can directly submit this discovery to the Night Watcher. It's up to the Nighthawks to find out what's going on here.
Therefore, after putting away the handkerchief stained with the blood sample, Ignatius straightened his clothes and used the auger method to find his way again.
Judging from the things that happened today, Melissa's assistant Rebecca must have "really" encountered something.
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