Under the red moon in the sky, there was a gas road light that was lit far away, and Lumian could distinguish the footprints, tracking them quickly or slowly.
Before long, the wet marks were completely dry and no longer had the function of cues, but Lumian had already memorized the size of the four pairs of footprints, the pattern pattern of the soles and their respective walking characteristics, and would not confuse them with other footprints.
Even so, his tracking was still quite difficult, unlike the ruins of Kordu Village, the chaotic streets and surrounding areas were thousands of people coming and going every day, leaving footprints that were not only countless, but also layered on top of each other, destroying each other, making it impossible for people to lock on the real target.
At the same time, there are all kinds of garbage left by the vendors, as well as some negative effects caused by the bad environment, and Lumian may feel like he is looking for a drop of water in the sea.
Fortunately, it was midnight, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them were drunkards, exuding the distinct smell of fireflies in the dark night, and the footprints looked more or less staggering, which Lumian could eliminate at a glance.
In addition, it was not long before Maggot and the others had just walked, and many traces had not yet been destroyed, so he barely followed.
Sometimes, due to the environment or Magot's caution, the footprints will suddenly break, but Lumian is not depressed, he does not give up, he will calm down and try to walk a long distance forward, left and right to find new traces, and after repeated trial and error and a lot of time precipitation, he finally found the footprints he wanted.
In this way, Lumian tracked all the way to Nightingale Street in the market district, stopping in front of a five-story apartment building far from a few cheap dance halls.
Maggot and his men's footprints went inside.
After careful identification, Lumian determined that the three thugs eventually left here and went to different places.
That is, only Magot remains in a certain room in the apartment.
"I don't need the protection of my subordinates, I have enough confidence in my own strength......" Lumian muttered to himself silently, believing that the target was an extraordinary person.
He thought that even if he brought a calcium carbide lamp and searched for it layer by step, it would be difficult to lock on Margot and even fall into the trap set by the other party.
After thinking for a while, Lumian had a preliminary plan, retracted his gaze, and walked towards the next street.
Not long after, he met a man in his twenties who was drunk and could no longer walk steadily.
When the other party arrived at a broken gas street lamp and started to vomit, Lumian lowered his hat, walked over, and said in a low voice:
"I want to buy your top, 1.5 Felkin."
The drunk's first reaction was to wonder if he was so drunk that he was hallucinating.
He was wearing a gray-blue duffle top, which he bought at a cheap ready-to-wear store in the honest market, and it cost only 1 felkin, and now, someone actually wants to spend 1.5 felkin, that is, 30 ricks, to buy such an old dress that has been worn for two years!
Am I crazy, or is this guy crazy? The drunkard tried to look up and look opposite, but due to the lack of light, he could only see the blurred outline hidden behind the darkness.
In the next second, he had two more cold coins in his hand.
The drunkard instinctively weighed it and touched the pattern on the surface of the coin.
He burped and said:
"Why do you want to buy it?"
"If you don't want to, I'll find someone else." Lumian made a gesture to take back the two silver coins.
The drunkard stopped asking, muttered slowly and took off his coat and took away the contents of his pocket.
When Lumian took his clothes and walked away, he raised his head with difficulty and waved his hand:
"Haha, lunatic, lunatic who gives money...... Vomit ......"
When he returned to the apartment on Nightingale Street again, Lumian had changed his clothes, wearing a dark blue peaked hat, a gray-blue duffle jacket and washed white trousers, and a pair of old, dirty leather shoes.
Coupled with some things that he would use later, he spent a total of 12 Felkin.
Looking up at the apartment where the lights were no longer shining, Lumian was suddenly stunned for a moment:
Why do I have to target Magot, an extraordinary person?
His three men were not innocent even if they died, and they were obviously weak, and they didn't know how to hide their tracks, so it wouldn't be much more difficult to deal with them than killing a chicken......
The fate of "being attacked by the ghost of Monsouri" will not choose what kind of person will bear it next!
Why did I just think about how to hunt Magget?
I was not like this before, I could be ruthless when I should be ruthless, and when I could solve it simply, I would try to solve it as simply as possible without carrying additional burdens......
As thoughts flowed, Lumian gradually curled up the corners of his mouth.
He found himself "instinctively" choosing more dangerous prey because it seemed to be more challenging and made him feel more comfortable and enjoyable doing so.
Looking down at his left chest, which was covered by clothing, Lumian suspected that this was a certain change brought about by internal contamination.
After a few seconds of silence, he suppressed his voice and laughed lowly:
"It seems a bit crazy......"
He didn't plan to change his target, he seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell of blood anymore.
This is a gift and a curse.
Pressing down the peaked cap, Lumian held a bunch of things and went around to the back of the target apartment.
He placed grease-laden pieces of meat, flammable sofa filling, and other things in the corner of the wall, and made a fire barrier around it.
Then, Lumian lit a match and threw it over.
Mars spreads rapidly over the most flammable materials, quickly growing from small to large, devouring everything around it.
Black smoke rose with it.
When the smoke grew a little bigger and enveloped the surroundings, Lumian opened his throat and shouted:
"It's on fire!
"There is a fire!"
He shouted as he ran back to the front of the apartment and shrank into the shadows in the corner.
His plan is that since I don't know which room you Maggot lives in and what traps you have buried, then I will let you out by yourself!
If Magot were an "arsonist", he would definitely be able to sense that the flames and smoke below could not form a real fire, and his response would be completely different.
As smoke rose, fires flickered, and Lumian shouted, the apartment building and the residents of the surrounding houses ran down the stairs into the street.
Because the "fire" was not large and the inside of the apartment was not affected by smoke, no one took the risk of jumping.
Lumian stopped speaking, staring at the entrance and exit of the apartment, while someone else shouted similar words "instead" him and began to look for the fire point.
Two seconds later, a figure jumped down from a window on the second floor and landed steadily.
It was Magot wearing a red shirt and sail-colored trousers, with pale yellow hair standing upright!
Magott relied on himself to be an extraordinary person and lived on a low floor, so he did not take the corridor like other tenants, but jumped out of the window.
After landing, he looked back at the apartment and found that the fire was not big at all, and his behavior of jumping out of the window was unnecessary, and he looked very panicked and stupid.
At this moment, he saw a figure wearing a peaked hat and a gray-blue duffle top jumping out of the corner next to him.
The figure lowered his head, pointed at him, and laughed:
"Look, this person is so stupid!"
With a bang, Magot's emotions exploded.
His eyes were slightly red and he rushed towards the man who was laughing at him.
He was fast, the figure was faster, he had already turned around, and he staggered to the nearest alley.
Margot just wanted to beat the guy hard and chase after him.
The two of them ran into the dark and uninhabited alley one after another.
Kicking and kicking, the figure rushed to the front of a barricade, pressed his right hand, and turned over.
Maggot didn't pause, stepped on his feet hard, and his whole body rose up and jumped directly over the barricade.
As soon as he landed, he saw the figure stop and turn his body.
In the light of the crimson moonlight, the face under the dark blue peaked cap was revealed in Margot's eyes.
It is wrapped in layers of white straps, revealing only its nostrils, eyes, and ears.
The other party's left hand was the same, holding a silver-black, slightly evil short knife.
Magott's pupils dilated rapidly, and his heart chuckled.
He instantly woke up and realized that he had just encountered a similar "provocation" influence.
Suppressing the little uneasiness in his heart, Maggot directly pulled out the black revolver hidden in his waist.
He aimed at Lumian and activated the "Provocation" ability:
"Just with that knife?
"Fool, now is the age of guns!"
Bang!
Maggot pulled the trigger, and a bullet burst out, heading straight for Lumian's head.
Lumian suddenly fell backwards, as if bending into an arched bridge.
Immediately afterwards, his waist bounced, and the whole person flew out horizontally, dodging the second bullet fired by Magget.
Then, Lumian straightened his body like a spring, and threw the "Fallen Mercury" in his hand at Magot, as if it were just a throwing knife.
Considering that the enemy had a similar ability to "provocation", he might also smear poison on the weapon, so Maggot didn't dare to force it, and hurriedly turned his body sideways, allowing the silver-black dagger to pass him and insert it into the stone crack of the barricade.
As soon as he dodged this blow, Maggot saw Lumian pounce on him like a tiger.
It wasn't until this time that he realized that the other party's ears were stuffed with thick paper, and he was hardly affected by his "provocation" just now!
The one who knows the "hunter" best is always another "hunter"!
This made Magott's anger come out again, as if he was silently "provoked" by the other party's performance.
Lumian clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it with a crisp sound, slamming into Magot's temple.
Maggot had a left arm and blocked it steadily.
At the same time, he raised his right hand once again and aimed his revolver at Lumian's head.
At such a close distance, let's see how you hide!
In an instant, Lumian leaned forward, as if to hit Magot's chest with his head, and reached out his left palm to grab his right wrist.
And his right leg kicked behind his head with great flexibility.
No, he kicked not the back of his own head, but the "fallen mercury" stuck in the stone cracks of the barricade next to him!
The silver-black evil dagger soared into the air and was half-led by Lumian's arch and flew towards Magot.
ps: Double the last half day to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)