Trickster Hunter

Chapter 29 Infected

Hearing Sun Hang's undisguised footsteps, the young woman simply ran directly, while Sun Hang took big steps up, one step was three or four steps, and his speed was even faster than the other person's running step by step.

Soon, the young woman entered Sun Hang's field of vision. She looked back at Sun Hang and pushed directly on the sundries piled up in the stairwell.

The tattered wardrobe and the abandoned Simmons mattress fell down, instantly blocking the entire stairwell tightly.

The stairwell of the tube building is very narrow. Whether Sun Hang wants to get out of the gap or clear the sundries, it takes a lot of time. The woman looked back, and a smug smile appeared in the eyes above the mask.

But what she didn't expect was that Sun Hang didn't get in through the gap, but his hand holding the gun went straight in-

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang in the corridor, and the woman screamed and fell to the ground.

Sun Hang didn't shoot at the opponent's vitals, but shot her calf.

The bullet penetrated the fabric of the tight jeans, and the bright red blood slowly seeped out from the bullet hole, dyeing the dark blue fabric purple-red.

The pride in the woman's eyes instantly turned into resentment and fear. She climbed up with some difficulty using her hands and feet. After glancing at Sun Hang, she limped to a higher floor.

Sun Hang did not fire a second shot, but instead pulled away the debris across the corridor, kicked down the Simmons mattress that was blocking the front like a wall, and walked up leisurely.

His steps were steady, and the hand holding the gun stretched out slightly, causing the metal sleeve on the gun body and the metal rod of the stair handrail to constantly collide, making a "ding ding ding" sound... To the person being chased, this crisp collision sound was like a death knell.

The young woman dragged a wounded leg, and it was only a matter of time before Sun Hang caught up.

Sun Hang was not in a hurry at all, nor was he worried about the ambush of the woman's accomplices in the building - except for the young woman, he could not smell any "smell", and subconsciously did not perceive the existence of any dangerous factors.

Even if there was an ambush, it would not pose a threat to him.

Finally, the woman stopped on the ninth floor, leaning against the door frame of Room 901, breathing heavily.

Room 901 had been completely emptied, and a thick layer of dust accumulated in the hallway, with no footprints on the dust... Obviously, this was not the woman's residence.

"You... who are you?" The woman stared at Sun Hang with a frightened look, "You have a gun... Are you a sheriff? Or someone from the Abnormal Investigation Bureau?!"

"Neither." Sun Hang shook his head, "But the answer is very close."

"You... you..." The woman's eyes suddenly showed despair, "Are you... a hunter?"

"Since you know the hunter, you should know why I came to you, right?" Sun Hang pushed open the slide of the pistol to check the bullets, and looked up and down at the other party, "Take off the mask and hat."

The other party hesitated for a moment, and finally did it.

This is a young girl who looks only eighteen or nineteen years old. She is pale and thin. She seems to be severely malnourished. Her barren chest under the sweater is no different from that of a man, and her limbs are as thin as a stick.

Sun Hang raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it directly at the girl's eyebrows.

"Wait, wait! Don't you want to ask something?" Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the girl was obviously panicked.

"There is no need for that." Sun Hang said softly, and the finger holding the trigger began to exert force faintly.

"Don't... don't kill me! I'll show you what you want!" The girl quickly raised her right arm and pulled off her sleeve with her other hand.

There was a large ulcerated area on her skinny forearm, but if you look closely, you will find that this is not a simple skin ulcer. Under the festering dermis, there are many tiny granulations, which are slightly wriggling like the tentacles of some creature.

Looking at it for a few more times is enough to make your scalp numb.

Sun Hang can be sure that the smell he smelled came from here.

"Look! Look, I'm an infected person!" The girl said anxiously, "I know your rules! I'm an infected person, and I'm still conscious! According to your rules, you shouldn't kill me, but take me back... do, do your set of tests..."

"You know a lot... Who told you?" Sun Hang didn't move the gun away.

"I... I searched it online..." the girl whispered, "After I was infected... I always wanted to find you, but I was afraid..."

"How did you get infected?" Sun Hang asked again.

"I... I don't know..."

"Where are your family members?"

"I don't have any family members... I'm an orphan." The girl lowered her head, "My parents died of illness when I was very young, and I have been living alone, relying on odd jobs..."

"Here's a suggestion for you. When you make up a story, you should pay attention to logic and don't contradict reality." Sun Hang said lightly.

"I'm not lying! Everything I said is true!" the girl argued.

"You live alone, do you need to buy so much food?" Sun Hang pointed at the bag on the ground. The buns and fried dough sticks in it were enough to fill the stomachs of more than ten people.

"These... all... I ate them all by myself..." The girl pointed to the festering area on her forearm, "Since I was infected... I have always felt hungry easily, no matter how much I eat, I can't fill my stomach..."

"Your words, combined with your malnutrition, are indeed somewhat convincing. After all, no one knows the specific characteristics of the monster. The monster you are infected with may consume a lot of nutrients in the host body, but..." Sun Hang took out the brown sugar glutinous rice cake given by the old man from his pocket, stuffed half of it into his mouth, and said while chewing, "You don't have to buy more than a dozen bags of soy milk, do you?"

"I... I ... like to drink..."

"You said before that you make a living by doing odd jobs, and the clothes you wear are indeed cheap street stall goods... Assuming that your appetite is as terrible as you said, then your living expenses must be very tight. "Sun Hang slowed down his speech and patiently analyzed to the other party, "Youtiao is one yuan, the price of vegetable buns is 80 cents, and the meat buns are a little more expensive, one yuan and a half... In comparison, isn't a bag of soy milk at six yuan a bit too luxurious? I think drinking boiled water is more cost-effective, right?"

"What do you want to ask? !" The girl's face turned pale and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"You have accomplices, right? I mean... other infected people." Sun Hang said, "Take me to find them."

He hasn't eaten for many days...

He is very hungry.

A bowl of "wonderful" weighing one and a half taels can't fill his stomach.