Chapter 119 Are You Going to Arrest Me?

As soon as these two words came out, Han Meng was stunned.

After all, at the beginning, Han Meng assumed that the other party was a "disaster", but as soon as the other party opened his mouth, he hesitated... No, it is said that there are some rare highly intelligent creatures among the disasters, but the ranks of these disasters are extremely high, at least above the seventh rank.

However, since the other party can communicate, it means that he is not too hostile to himself, and in the gray world, there are almost no disasters that are kind to humans.

So Han Meng is more inclined to believe that the other party is a human.

Han Meng hesitated for a moment and was about to make way for the other party. After all, this place is too narrow to allow two people to walk side by side.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from behind.

Han Meng looked back and saw that the shadow centipedes clinging to the rock wall had retreated at the same time... It was as if they were deliberately avoiding the scarlet. In the blink of an eye, the black waves retreated back to the rock wall.

In the deadly canyon, only he and the figure in the red robe were left, standing face to face.

That "get out of the way", wasn't it said to him?

Han Meng looked at the figure again, with deep doubts and fear in his eyes... He was shaken again about his previous thoughts. How could a human being force back so many disasters with just one sentence?

Human or disaster, Han Meng couldn't tell, the red figure was undoubtedly the most mysterious and strange existence he had ever seen in his life, he just stood there, representing endless mysteries.

At this moment, Chen Ling was also confused.

He originally wanted Han Meng to get out of the way, and he killed the broilers chasing him, but he didn't expect that the broilers would retreat directly as soon as he finished speaking... Why didn't they be so "polite" in District 3?

The two fell into deep thought at the same time.

In this deadly atmosphere, Han Meng felt that the black mask that was silently watching him was getting weirder. He was about to say something, but the scene in front of him gradually blurred, and his figure shook, and he fell to the ground.

Chen Ling was startled, and then he noticed that the blood was oozing out of Han Meng's wound, and it had gathered into a gray pool of blood under his feet.

He lost too much blood.

"...Luckily you met me." Under the black mask, Chen Ling murmured to himself, "You saved me once, and I saved you once... Now, we are even."

...

Cluster--

Cluster--

The friction sound of sand and gravel came from under him, as if something was dragging on the ground.

Han Meng's consciousness gradually regained consciousness. After a few short seconds, he saw himself like a corpse, being dragged on the black ground.

He subconsciously grabbed the ground with his palm, trying to use the force to turn around and draw his gun, but a sharp pain came from all over his body. He groaned and was forced to stop moving... At the same time, the figure dragging his body also stopped.

Lead-gray clouds flowed in the sky, and the figure in the red robe turned his head calmly and looked at him.

"You're awake."

The low voice did not carry any emotion, and compared with the dark smiley mask, there was an indescribable sense of weirdness.

He loosened the collar at the back of Han Meng's neck, and the latter fell to the ground. He frowned and struggled to support himself with his hands on the ground to stand up. The low voice came again:

"I don't recommend you to stand up now. If the wound opens again, you will die."

Han Meng's face was as pale as paper. He noticed that the dozen bone spurs that were originally embedded in his body had been taken out at some point. The windbreaker was torn into ribbons and simply bandaged on the wound to stop the bleeding for him.

Given his original injuries, if he was left alone, he would probably end up bleeding to death.

Han Meng looked up at him, his voice hoarse:

"Who are you?"

The dark mask stared at him without answering.

After a long silence, Han Meng asked a second question: "Why did you save me?"

After a while, the red-clothed figure chuckled and said in a casual tone: "It's rare to meet a good seedling of the [Judgment] path... It's a pity to die here like this."

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

Chen Ling naturally couldn't tell the truth. When Han Meng asked that question, he admitted that he had some bad taste in his heart... No, it should be said that he was trying to make the "plot" more exciting.

Chen's Director Rule No. 8 -

Information gap is one of the sources of plot excitement. When the audience stands in the omniscient perspective to watch a conflict plot from a non-omniscient perspective, they will naturally be involved and look forward to the subsequent development. If the two characters in the plot with information gap already have dramatic conflicts, the expectation will be stronger.

Han Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze towards the red-clothed figure flashed with a glimmer of doubt and speculation...

"You are a fusionist." He said.

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly under the mask, "Oh?"

"You have the appearance and communication ability of a human, and you have no hostility towards me, so you should not be a disaster living in the gray world. But you can scare away those disasters with just one sentence, which means that there must be something on you that can make them afraid... The only explanation is that you are a fusionist, and the fusion of disasters is of a very high level."

Han Meng is the chief law enforcement officer of the third district. At this moment, he does not look like he has just escaped death, nor is he scared by Chen Ling's words. Instead, he analyzes everything that happened just now and makes his own judgment rationally.

Han Meng's reasoning exceeded Chen Ling's expectations, but when he thinks about it carefully, it doesn't feel strange... After all, he is Han Meng.

When Chen Ling first arrived in this era and tried his best to hide the existence of the "audience", Han Meng was the only person in the entire law enforcement system who almost caught him... Chen Ling still clearly remembers the oppression that Han Meng's terrifying ability to observe details and reasoning brought to him at that time.

"So what?" Chen Ling was too lazy to refute. He grabbed a pistol out of thin air like a magic trick, and the muzzle of the gun was against Han Meng's forehead.

Under the dark smiley mask, his voice was so cold that there was no emotion.

"Are you going to arrest me...law enforcement officer?"

Han Meng looked at him calmly.

After a moment, he spoke again: "I don't like my fate to be in the hands of others."

"So?"

"Although you saved me, now, I hope you can put down the gun first."

Before he finished speaking, the few strands of mental power that Han Meng had recovered in his sleep were rapidly consumed. A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and at such a close distance, he suddenly attacked!