Chapter 21 Wilson in the Underpass

Target confirmed, Mr. Wilson, and a pair of metal wings!

"I need to use this wooden box. I will try my best to find your husband, but I can't guarantee that I will find it." Holding the wooden box, Wen Wen walked out of the villa.

"I hope you will help me find it. What will my family do without him?"

Melissa held Wen Wen's hand, said sadly, and at the same time stuffed an envelope into Wen Wen's hand, Wen Wen squeezed it lightly, and after feeling the thickness, her promise to Melissa became more sincere.

Walking on the street, Wen Wen took out a small vest, which is clothing with Wilson's smell, which can help Wen Wen find Wilson.

In fact, the smell on the underwear is stronger... But Wen Wen doesn't want to smell men's underwear on the street.

Then he took a deep sniff at the wooden box. This kind of wood has a unique fragrance, and the wings that have been placed in the wooden box all year round should be contaminated with part of this fragrance.

"With these two scents, although he cannot be found directly, at least he can be locked in his direction, saving a lot of trouble."

The sense of smell that had been deliberately exercised before came in handy here. Wen Wen chose a direction and chased after it. After walking a long distance, the smell disappeared.

"Next, we will rely on the old method to find someone."

After looking around, Wen Wen found a shop and walked in. Before he became a super user, he was a detective, and even if he didn't open the door to find someone, he could still do it.

It is not particularly difficult for Wen Wen to find someone with obvious characteristics.

Following various clues, Wen Wen found an underground clinic at nightfall.

Judging from the information obtained, this clinic specializes in accepting some shady business. After the gangsters in Furonghe City and some criminals wanted by the police station were injured, they like to come here very much.

Wen Wen knocked on the door, but got no response, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, because he smelled the smell of blood, and... the smell of human decay!

He kicked open the door, and saw the scene inside the underground clinic, it was simply a Shura field!

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In an underground passage, the muscular Wilson was huddled in a corner in tight clothes, looking a bit pitiful.

His original clothes were full of blood, and this suit belonged to the owner of the underground clinic, so it didn't fit well.

Wilson said to himself, "I don't know if you can understand, but can you not always act on your own, and if you don't want to get off me, then listen to me, okay?"

There was no response from behind him, but the cold touch was real. The experience of the past few days was too crazy for Wilson.

To be honest, he didn't know whether he was crazy or not.

Under his coat, there was a large bump that made him look like he was hunchbacked, and he was very hunchbacked.

But only Wilson knew that behind him was a pair of steel wings that were more than four meters wide when unfolded!

This wing was bought by him from the chief of an indigenous tribe in the Efri region, and it was a sacred object enshrined by that tribe.

But the chief didn't tell his people that he had sold the wings, but that they had been stolen, so the people of that tribe searched for traces of the wings around there.

They sent a message to find the person who stole the sacred object, and they wanted him to suffer the cruelest punishment and die!

Although Wilson had some money, he didn't want to face the danger of his life all the time, so he took his family and this steel wing and moved to the Washington DC area to live.

As for why he didn't return the wings to the natives, he bought them because he felt that he had a faint connection with them, and now that he got them, he would never return them.

He has carried this wing with him for more than a year, even if Wilson strokes it alone in the dead of night, it has never shown any magic.

But just a few days ago, when he was playing with it, he accidentally cut his finger by the wing, and then the wing was attached to his back, no matter what method he used, he couldn't get it off !

The wings have their own consciousness, and Wilson's consent is not required for actions. Therefore, in order not to put his family in danger, Wilson chose to run away from home.

However, after a few days of running-in, the wings have become a little restrained. At least when there is no severe stimulation, it is willing to lie on Wilson's back.

"In a few days, in a few days... If it doesn't cause me any more trouble, I want to go home and have a look, then stay away from here, find a place where there are no people, and never come back."

Wilson didn't want to be regarded as a monster. On the first day he was possessed by this thing, he went to an underground doctor to separate the thing from his back.

The doctor turned Wilson over with anesthetics, and the wings seemed to have lost their vitality, but when the doctor approached Wilson with a scalpel, the wings suddenly exploded, stabbing the doctor in half, and then there was a bloody battle massacre.

When Wilson woke up, there was no one alive in the small underground clinic except him.

At this time, Wilson realized that it is basically impossible to get rid of this thing, and he should no longer think about returning to his family. The thing behind him might take away the people around him at any time life.

He only intends to go back and have a look, and to have an explanation with his wife and children, and then fly away to a place where no one will be hurt by him.

"Hey, look, there is an uncle homeless sitting there."

Wilson, who was sleeping on the ground, suddenly woke up, and saw several young men with colorful hair pointing at him.

He recognizes this style, and it seems to be the "killing aristocrat" style of dressing that has been popular in the Washington DC area in recent years. He personally doesn't like this style, but he respects other people's choices and will not criticize other people's clothing.

Wilson ignored them and continued to bury his head in his knees. He was not in the mood to talk to these young people now.

Now they like to be independent and call it personality, but one day they will understand how childish it is now.

"Tsk tsk, this uncle Hei seems to be quite rich, I know that watch, it seems to cost several thousand..."

Several young people looked at each other and smiled, walked up to Wilson, and said to Wilson contemptuously, "Uncle, you don't look like a tramp."

"What I look like has nothing to do with you." Wilson said violently, and now his mood is not very stable.

"Yo, it's quite rude to talk."

A tall and thin youth with rainbow-colored hair pulled out a stick from his waist and stabbed Wilson's body.

At that moment, Wilson's back bulged!