Bang!
Maggot hurriedly dodged the stab of the evil short knife, but the revolver in his hand failed to follow the forward leaning of Lumian's body, and the bullet hit the opposite wall, causing stone chips to fly.
In the clanging sound, "Fallen Mercury" flew past Magot's side again and fell to the ground not far away.
Lumian snapped straight, stepping on the enemy's instep with his right foot with agility to stop him from lifting his knee and crashing into his own abdomen.
Immediately afterwards, when he was almost close to the opponent, his hands were split or smashed, his elbows were set up or blocked, his feet were kicked low or heavy, and his knees were pushed forward or bouncing, making Magott tired of parrying and unable to aim and shoot.
This villain only felt that the opponent's attacks were like a storm, endless, and always attached to him, using melee short combat techniques, not giving him the opportunity to use firearms at a distance.
For Magott, such fighting techniques were both strange and dangerous.
Bang!
Magot's elbow hit the wall, causing the house to shake slightly.
Syllable!
Magott's right wrist was turned back, and the black revolver came out of his hand and fell to the ground.
Snapping, Lumian used his hands, elbows, knees, and feet in succession, causing the enemy to retreat again and again, left and right.
In the end, Maggot was completely blocking by instinct, and his thoughts could no longer keep up with Lumian's movements.
However, he felt that he had grasped the pattern of the opponent's attack, figured out the corresponding routine, and could prevent all attacks with muscle memory alone.
Wait a little longer, and he will be able to fight back!
Following his instinct, Maggot raised his right foot to stop the opponent's low kick.
But he didn't stop anything.
Lumian's left foot stretched out diagonally in a posture that surpassed the flexibility of the human body, and picked up the silver-black dagger lying quietly next to him.
His onslaught just now was to force Magot to the vicinity of "Fallen Mercury".
The silver-black dagger flew up and stabbed at Magot's thigh.
On the one hand, Maggot was firmly suppressed by Lumian, and on the other hand, he was only standing on one foot, and many movements could not be done, so he could only retract his right foot and slightly side his body in an attempt to dodge.
"Fallen Mercury" flew over his thigh, cutting through the sail-colored pants, leaving a small bloodstain.
Papa, Lumian once again used the melee bunt technique taught by Aurore to attack wildly, pressing Magot so much that he had no time to deal with his leg injury.
Fortunately, the wound was very shallow, leaving only a little blood.
Bang!
The backward Magot hit the wall with his back.
During the whole process, he didn't even have a chance to speak, and the other party still stuffed his ears, not afraid of his provocation at all.
Magot's blood surged, and a fierce energy burst out in his heart, intending to exchange the cost of injury for the initiative of the battle situation to get rid of the current predicament.
At this moment, his raised arms were not holding anything.
He was confused and stunned to see the strange man with a white strap on his face taking the initiative to step back and distance himself.
Then, the strange man turned around and ran, picked up his toes on the way, bounced off the silver-black short knife, and grabbed it in his left palm.
Maggot was stunned for a second, and was about to catch up, when there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the alley.
Two night patrol police officers heard gunshots and were informed by nearby residents who had "gone downstairs" due to the fire, and rushed over with black semi-automatic pistols.
"What happened, what are you Stinger Gang doing?" Seeing that it was an acquaintance, one of the policemen frowned and asked.
Glancing at the two policemen wearing white shirts, black vests, and black uniform jackets, Maggot replied disdainfully:
"I was attacked, officer, you came too late!"
He said this, but he was glad that the police did not come too late and scared away the strange man, otherwise he might be hunted.
After all, that strange man should also be the "provocateur" of Sequence 8, and his fighting skills are obviously stronger than him, and he has designed layer by layer to take the initiative and gain an advantage.
The policeman who asked the question sank a face:
"Then you go back with me to record a statement, and we will help you find the attacker.
"Also, this is your gun?"
He pointed to the revolver that had fallen to the ground.
Maggot sneered:
"You can find it? Haha, this is the funniest joke I've heard this year!
"That gun is the attacker, take it."
After saying that, he briefly checked the wound and confirmed that it was not poisoned.
Then he swaggered out of the alley in front of the two policemen.
The police officer who first asked had an ugly expression and tried to draw his gun, but his companion held his palm.
Back on Nightingale Street, Magott's expression sank.
His most instinctive thought was to hurry home and use the preset traps to guard against a possible second wave of attacks.
After a few seconds, Maggot abandoned the plan, which he felt was not appropriate enough.
He plans to go to the home of Roger, the boss of the Stinger Gang, "Black Scorpion", and tell the other party about the attack and stay there for the night.
That's where Magott thinks it's safest.
After dressing up the wound on his right leg, Maggot ran wildly, running all the way from Nightingale Street to Market Avenue, to the place near the Suchit steam train station, to the three-story building with a small garden behind No. 126.
Soon, he met "Black Scorpion" Roger in his study.
This is a middle-aged man with black hair standing back, a slightly blessed face, and cold and deep blue eyes.
Roger was wearing light blue pajamas and pajamas made of silk, and looked at Margot expressionlessly:
"You were attacked?"
"Yes." Maggot told the story of what happened.
Roger's blue eyes suddenly darkened, as if they were connected to the bottomless abyss or the never-ending hell.
After a while, he nodded:
"There are no signs of being cursed.
"But be careful, there is your blood on that knife."
Roger said as he walked up to Margot:
"I'll help you eliminate the hidden dangers first."
"Thank you, boss." Maggot breathed a sigh of relief.
He followed Roger out of the study and down the stairs into the basement.
After twisting the switch and lighting the gas sconces, Roger "Black Scorpion" pointed to the statue placed in the center and said:
"You open it and get inside."
The statue was a woman with soft features, and the folds of her long skirt were vividly present.
Maggot took a few steps to the statue, opened the secret door on its belly, and climbed in.
As the secret door closed, the basement became extremely quiet.
"Black Scorpion" Roger looked at the statue and pronounced a word in the ancient Hermes language:
"Refresher!"
Illusory, blurry black flames suddenly appeared on the surface of the statue, they flowed like water, burning quietly.
After thirty seconds, Roger said to Margett:
"You can come out."
This is a way to eliminate the hidden danger of curses - use the act of entering the belly of the female statue and coming out again to symbolize "rebirth", and with the corresponding extraordinary ability, you can disconnect from what has fallen into the hands of the enemy.
"You wait for me in the study, and I'll look for clues about the attacker." Roger saw that Margot was fine, so he ordered.
Mag nodded, walked out of the basement quickly, returned to the study, pulled a chair and sat down.
As time passed, Magot suddenly felt that his body had become extremely heavy, and his whole body seemed to have sunk into water, soaking and chilling a little.
His breathing began to be difficult.
Magot's pupils dilated instantly, but he didn't see anything.
He struggled as hard as he could, as if he was tied up by ropes, and could only move his arms, fingers, and feet with great difficulty.
Plop!
Maggot finally let himself fall to the ground, but the anomaly did not disappear, his face became purple and purple, his mouth opened wide, and his thoughts gradually blurred.
Why...... With this thought, Maggot fell into darkness.
At the door of the basement, Roger walked out with a solemn expression.
"Has a strong anti-divination ability......
"This matter is not simple......
"......" "Black Scorpion" Roger returned to the study while thinking.
In the next second, his gaze froze.
He saw Maggot lying on the ground, his face blue, his lower body wet, and he was no longer breathing.
After the leader of the Stinger Gang held a ceremony to eliminate the hidden danger of the curse, he died mysteriously in the safest place of the Stinger Gang, in front of Roger "Black Scorpion".
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Golden Rooster Hotel, room 207.
Lumian, who had already changed his clothes, nodded in satisfaction.
"Fallen Mercury" told him in a trembling way that the exchange of fates had been completed.
This means that Maggot will be attacked by the ghost of Monsouri immediately.
——After stabbing someone, it takes a lot of time to complete the exchange of fate, which varies from five or six minutes to twenty or thirty minutes depending on the fate you want to exchange, the strength of the other party and the degree of resistance of the subconscious, and if the target is Lumian himself, and he opens his body and mind, even the subconscious can't wait, then the exchange of fate can be completed very quickly, a few seconds or ten seconds.
Looking at the silver-black short knife in his hand, Lumian smiled:
"When I have time, I'll teach you the Morse code, otherwise, every time I communicate with you, I will have to constantly exclude options based on your feedback, which is too troublesome."
The trembling blade of "Fallen Mercury" suddenly stopped, seemingly a little shocked.
Lumian, who had successfully hunted, was in a good mood and teased with a smile:
"Are you thinking, why should I learn a knife? You have to have ideals in life, and so is being a knife, do you want to be like this for the rest of your life?"
He then asked:
"What is the fate of this exchange?"
Lumian asked as he extended his spirituality to the silver-black dagger engraved with layers of patterns.
With the cooperation of "Fallen Mercury", he slowly discerned what the destiny water droplets stored in the knife represented:
That was the fate of Magot who took stacks of banknotes from different minions.
"It's quite good at picking." Lumian was busy fighting before, and "entrusted" the matter of exchanging fates to "Fallen Mercury", but told it in advance that he was a little short of money recently.
After praising the phrase "Fallen Mercury", Lumian fell into deep thought:
"How will this fate be realized after the exchange is made?"
(End of this chapter)