Chapter 1083 Longding Inn (5)

Bang!

The moment the back door closed again, all the customers in the legendary store all breathed a little thinner.

Faced with the murder that followed, this eccentric maniac not only did not shy away, but even took the initiative to run over and join in the fun, shocking everyone again.

Of course, the most silent thing is the news he just brought - the blessing will definitely appear, and it will be accompanied by more blood.

If anyone in front of them says this, everyone will just think that he is alarmist and wants to scare away competitors.

Under the shock of Siren and Ji, those who dare to come here to watch and take risks are not timid people, so how can they be easily fooled.

However, coming from the mouth of a strange fanatic who is not serious in any way, it feels inexplicably convincing at the moment.

Especially when the Siren has already lost its head.

Among the unorganized extraordinarys who accounted for more than half of the total number of people, there were not many who actually fought alone in this trip. They basically existed in small groups of a few people.

For a moment, the eye contact suddenly became intense, and everyone reassessed the risks of this trip.

"Wait for the blessing to appear first."

Facing the questioning look cast by Nora, Mr. Tire frowned and finally whispered.

The guy just now gave him a rather weird feeling, far from being an alarmist.

But I have worked hard to get here, and even now, it is impossible to leave like this.

You might as well take a look first to see if Mr. Lu’s words about blessings that will surely come are accurate.

good.

Sitting on the other side of Tire was the craftsman who had previously sold Fuqian bullets. He nodded with Nora at this moment and had no objection to Tire's statement.

Blessings appear randomly, and the probability of being directly enveloped here is far from high. If the situation really goes bad, there is every chance to regret it.

But if it turns out that what that person said is true... Looking at the undrunk glass of wine on the table, Nora suddenly felt that her expression was even a little shabby.

…

Everyone has the same idea!

Walking in the corridor, feeling the movement in the small shop behind, Fu Qian was not surprised.

How can someone who has the courage to seize food from a tiger's mouth be scared away by a few crazy words?

Most people obviously had the same idea as Mr. Tire's team.

But it doesn't matter. If you can make them act a little more conservatively and cautiously, it will help reduce the difficulty of the mission.

After all, even if most of them are useless, there is no way to completely confirm that your target is not among them.

Next, it's time to find a place to wait for your guests.

…

"Mr. Lu."

At the entrance to the rest area, Gerrard, who had led the team to check the situation at the back, came back and looked over with a very unkind look.

"No gain?"

Fu Qian smiled in greeting and counted the hands behind Gerald.

There are many people who come over.

Since the blessing could appear at any time, this impromptu manhunt was obviously over.

When the murderer was not found, they decisively left no one under surveillance to prevent a similar situation from happening again.

"No."

He was obviously stung by Fu Qian's words, but what Gerrard couldn't understand even more was why this guy ran behind him.

Doesn't he know that he is among the most suspected?

Extremely arrogant, or just showing off to avoid suspicion?

"I came here to take a rest. I haven't been to the wasteland for a long time, so I'm not used to it."

Fu Qian, however, was very cooperative and took the initiative to give a reason before Gerald asked.

…

Facing the explanation before him, Gerald hesitated slightly and signaled his men to get out of the way.

"That's a good choice. Although it's a little shabby inside, it's very quiet and no one will disturb you."

This last sentence sounds like an irony.

Fu Qian commented in his mind, and he understood Gerald's mood.

Although he thought that the probability of him being the murderer was not that high, he would definitely be happy to see it happen if the murderer came to kill him and provide one more case.

"I hope so."

With the smile on his face undiminished, Fu Qian walked directly in through the passage that had given way.

…

There really weren't many people.

Along the way, the smell of blood was still in the room where the headless corpse was. The corpse was carried to the bed next to it, obviously preparing to deal with it after the matter was over.

Without stopping for a moment, Fu Qian quickly found a room he liked further in the depths.

The reason why I like it so much is that although it doesn't even have a bed compared to the room where the murder took place, there is a rather exquisite set of stone tables and chairs here.

And all the way here, although some rooms can show traces of use, there is no one at this moment.

Obviously, as time goes by, no one can rest here peacefully.

The dead one, if it wasn't for his duties, he probably wouldn't have stayed here to provide the murderer with an opportunity to commit the crime.

Facing the room that seemed to be hiding an invisible murderous intention, Fu Qian was not polite, walked straight in and sat down on one of the stone benches, silently counting the time.

…

Sure enough, children are impatient!

He didn't wait long, and at a certain moment he reached out his hand and caught a snowflake falling from the sky.

Unfortunately, the moment the latter fell into the palm, it disappeared like a bubble, leaving only a feather-like mark.

A thin layer of flesh and blood under the mark has been annihilated into ashes.

Yes, last time I directly lost 1 point of san value. It seems that it was indeed the Whiteboard Demigod.

Yes, Fu Qian was very sure that what appeared in front of him was the move of flying feathers that Ji Yicheng had used on him after his transformation in the Angel Dungeon.

In fact, at this moment, as he grabbed the first one, the crystal clear feathers fell like snowflakes again, covering the entire room.

The feathers were not blocked by clothing at all, and penetrated into the surface of the flesh piece by piece, eroding more traces.

However, faced with such a full-coverage blow, Fu Qian still sat still and looked in the direction of the door.

In less than five seconds, a figure wearing a heavy burqa, with most of his face hidden in the hood, appeared silently.

And almost at the same time, the feathers flying in the room seemed to have pressed the pause button, and they all stopped in place.

"Please take a seat."

He made a gesture before paying and issued a polite invitation.

For about three or four seconds, the latter showed no reaction at all.

But in the end, the other party walked through the flying feathers and walked to the seat opposite Fu Qian and sat down.

With a satisfied smile, Fu Qian glanced at the face that was not familiar, and his eyes fell on the other person's belly, which could not be completely covered by the burqa because he was sitting down.

Long time no see, son of Lorraine.