Chapter 249 Facing the Terrifying Person

Pushing open the door of the pub, the blond young man carrying a dark green hiking backpack half a person's height and with some freckles still remaining on his face saw the first thing he saw sitting on the bar with his feet on the chair. , a man who was hunched over, with his arms on his legs, drinking alone.

When his eyes turned to the people lying on the ground, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Zhu Jue saw this scene, his eyes stayed on the young man and the backpack behind him for a while, he put down the bottle and said: "The target they are looking for is you, right?"

".Someone from Weird Studio?"

The young man was not in a hurry to answer Zhu Jue's question. He casually took off his backpack and put it at the door of the tavern before asking.

"Yes, it seems you are the one who invited me here."

Taking out the photo from his backpack, which is a way to prove his identity, Zhu Jue continued,

"You haven't answered me yet. Are these people here to find you?"

"Yes, I think I was discovered by these bounty hunters when I was searching this transportation rental store some time ago. My name is Flo, thank you for helping me. I think we have to get out of here quickly, we can't get through it. How long will it take for more bounty hunters to arrive? Details will be told on the road."

Flo stepped over the corpses on the ground and approached the bar. There was no fear or panic on her face caused by seeing these corpses scattered everywhere.

He was calm in the face of death.

This made Zhu Jue a little curious about this young man who looked a few years younger than him, but he didn't say much.

Now is not the time for chatting.

"My name is Bruce Wayne, where are we going?"

Zhu Jue naturally would not tell the other party his real name, so he drank the last sip of wine from the bottle and reported the name of a certain rich second generation.

Jumping off the bar, his feet on the ground felt light and airy. After drinking a bottle of strong wine, Zhu Jue began to like the feeling of being tipsy.

"The Swart Valley is the large valley behind this rental store. Our destination is within it. If we want to reach our destination as quickly as possible, we must need transportation tools. This is why I asked you to come here."

Flo went around behind the bar, groped around on the middle-aged man's body for a while, and soon found a set of keys. He stood up and pointed to the mechanical door next to him that had not yet been closed.

Actions are organized and planned in advance.

Zhu Jue looked at his actions and couldn't help but have such an idea.

Behind the tavern is the real transportation rental shop, an open-air horse farm with an area of ​​about 200 square meters. The horse neighing that Zhu Jue heard before came from here.

There are more than a dozen stables separated by mechanical fences and wooden boards on the left and right sides. Only one-third of the stables contain horses.

He didn't expect to see such a retro transportation tool being rented in a place like this. Zhu Jue smacked his lips. He thought that the role this creature could play in this era was to participate in those equestrian competitions that were just for viewing. .

However, the horses here are still somewhat different from those in Zhu Jue's impression. The upper bodies of the horses in these stables are made of flesh and blood, but their four legs have been transformed into silver-gray mechanical legs, and they themselves seem to have no feeling or movement. usual.

"Most of the Swart area is cultivated land and plains, which are not suitable for motorcycles or cars. The valley we are going to is also undeveloped, with changeable terrain. Driving in many places is inconvenient, and walking is too time-consuming. Riding a horse is the best choice, and we may need their help later. You can rest assured that these horses are professionally trained, and even novices can control them with a little familiarity."

Flo, who was using the numbered key to open the corresponding iron lock and lead the horse out, explained, and threw the keychain in his hand to Zhu Jue. Seeing him staring at the horse in a daze, he thought he was because of I have never ridden a horse so I am worried.

Zhu Jue took the key and curled his lips, disapproving of Flo's words.

Do I have to tell you that I have ridden Bayaki?

After packing their bags, the two officially set off from the tavern.

It turns out that Flo was right.

Whether you can ride a horse or not has nothing to do with whether you have ridden other things before.

Zhu Jue, a beginner, rode on horseback for more than ten minutes before he managed to master some tricks. At this time, their position had already deviated from the road where the tavern was located.

The mechanical horse's hooves stepped on the soil that turned white under the sunlight, and the dense weeds rubbed against his legs as he stepped back. Zhu Jue looked at the surrounding fields and the valleys covered by lush jungles beyond, and felt a warm breeze. Floating from the side, some green grass leaves rolled up and flew past Zhu Jue's eyes, hovering into the sky.

"Good place!"

Zhu Jue bent down and picked up the wine bottle hanging on the left side of the horse. This was a drink that he had taken out "conveniently" in the tavern before. It was quite appropriate to drink it at this time.

Flo beside him seemed to be immersed in this comfortable environment. Zhu Jue glanced several times and found that his eyes were almost greedily scanning every place around him, as if he was trying to keep these beautiful scenery forever. In the eyes.

The two of them walked forward in silence for a while. Zhu Jue's eyes accidentally saw the blue bird circling in the sky, and then he remembered that he was not here for an outing.

"Mr. Bruce, are you filming now?"

Before Zhu Jue could speak, Flo spoke up first.

"Of course, this is my habit after the mission begins. If you don't want to appear on camera, I can turn off the camera and the previous video will be deleted."

During the video recording process, Zhu Jue respected the other party's wishes. He had forgotten to ask before, but now that the other party took the initiative to ask the question, Zhu Jue thought it was because Flo didn't want to show his face, so he was going to stop recording.

"No, I hope you can capture everything I say next. Why don't you ask me? My thoughts are a little confused right now. I have a lot on my mind, but I don't know where to start."

Flo turned his head to face Zhu Jue, exposing his entire face to the camera, and specially pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a dry smile.

In fact, Zhu Jue, who was behind sunglasses, did not feel any joy from Flo's face, but instead found a trace of imperceptible determination.

"What exactly is that thing on that parchment?"

Since Zhu Jue was asked to ask questions, he did not refuse and started by asking about things that he was more interested in.

"This is an item my friend gave me before he died. According to him, the thing painted on it is a cult altar. He died before he could tell me the specific content. He was killed by a cultist. This parchment It is considered his last work, and I carry it close to my body so that I can remember what happened at any time and at any time."

Flo took out a piece of parchment that was exactly the same as the one in the photo from the lining of his clothes and handed it to Zhu Jue. Perhaps because the coat was held down by the backpack behind him, his sleeves stretched upwards a certain distance when he reached out.

Zhu Jue raised his hand to pick up the parchment and his eyes fell on the inside of Flo's arm. There were dense scars there, extending from the wrist back. The flesh of the scabs on the further back wounds was still slightly pink. Apparently it had just healed.

Suicide or self-harm tendencies are still recent behaviors.

Quickly looking away, Zhu Jue did not ask him why, but spread out the parchment, looked at the familiar images on it, and then asked: "Why did you invite me here?"

"Expose the despicable acts of a cult! Those demons should all die!"

When talking about cults, Flo's originally calm eyes showed all kinds of complicated emotions uncontrollably, and he said in a deep voice,

"I am just a person in a slum. The federal police do not believe my words, let alone the desperate horror hidden in this valley hundreds of kilometers away. I can only turn to you for help."

"Cult?"

Zhu Jue suddenly became interested after hearing the words, but soon asked with some doubts,

"You yourself said that the place where you live is hundreds of kilometers away from here. How do you know it exists?"

"Because I ran away from here three years ago."

Flo pointed to the valley, his expression changed several times, and finally fell silent.