Chapter 1051: Stalker (Long Chapter, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote)

Chapter 1052 Stalker (long chapter, please vote)

[Old City Travel Agency]

The patter of raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water on the bumpy concrete floor.

Standing under the eaves of the extended iron sheet, with his back to the street and raindrops, He Ao raised his head and stared at the "brand new" sign above his head.

Under the sign was a half-open glass door, with a cut iron chain lock under the door.

Behind the door was an overturned table, scattered documents, and a trash can rolling on the ground.

The chaos extended to the deepest part of the house, but on the wall not far from the entrance, there was a map of the city of Fike, which looked quite exquisite, and there were some special markings on the map.

It seemed that the day before, this travel agency was still operating normally.

Well, in fact, until yesterday, this travel agency was still operating normally.

But when I came to find them this morning, the building was empty.

He Ao remembered that the "special commissioner" sent to Feike City was a D-level extraordinary person named Sen Wen.

Under Yan Yue's notice, Sen Wen's subordinates had come here in the morning, cut the door lock, and turned it over from top to bottom, but did not find any valid documents or information.

He Ao just went in to see that there were indeed no valid clues left.

Although the other party moved in a hurry, they took away everything they could take away.

Shaking his head, He Ao withdrew his eyes from the brand new sign and looked at the street behind him.

There were many people running forward in the rain. Most of them had dark skin and thin bodies. They ran fast on the street.

Some people seemed to see He Ao standing under the eaves from the corner of their eyes. Some of them turned their heads and looked at He Ao standing at the door of the travel agency, as if wondering why He Ao appeared here.

He Ao's eyes passed through the crowd and looked at the buildings on both sides of the street.

Even though the rain was drizzling, there was still a hint of musty smell in the air that squeezed into his nostrils.

Dilapidated signs were scattered on both sides of the street, and the bumpy walls and pillars were rare decorations in many shops.

Not everyone was running in the rain. Some people wearing old and dull clothes and looking haggard squeezed under the eaves of the shops, struggling to avoid the sudden heavy rain.

The "brand new" travel agency where He Ao was standing at the moment was the best decorated store on this street, or in this block.

Songlin Street, located in the southern part of Fike, is the largest slum area in Fike.

It is also the place where gang activities are most rampant in the entire city of Fike.

He Ao raised his eyes and swept across the densely packed, dilapidated buildings around him that seemed to collapse at any time.

Pieces of rusty iron sheets were sealed around the perimeter of these buildings, isolating the place that seemed to be a balcony.

From the gaps in the iron sheets, one can vaguely see the figures of people coming and going.

These old balconies seem to have been specially divided and made into "bedrooms" for people to live in.

These scenes are somewhat "familiar" to He Ao. At a certain moment, he even felt as if he had returned to the dungeon world.

Retracting his gaze, He Ao looked up at the building where the travel agency was located.

This building does not seem to be very similar to some of the surrounding buildings. It is larger and the outer surface is slightly neater. Various signs are hung on the outside of the building, as if extending to the depths of the sky, the source of the sudden rain.

The messy neon lights flickered intermittently on the layers of signs.

This seems to be a "commercial building".

He Ao looked around and found a double-open iron door marked with an upward arrow not far from the travel agency.

At this moment, some people were rushing into the double-open iron door from the rain curtain.

He Ao also walked along the eaves, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, through the crowd under the eaves, and walked towards the iron gate.

Some people turned their heads to look at He Ao and made way for him.

Then they continued to look up at the dark sky.

The curiosity about He Ao, a foreign visitor, only lasted for a short time. When the sudden rain in the sky would stop was more related to their lives.

And He Ao also walked into the double iron door in a short time.

The first thing that caught his eye was a narrow and old elevator that seemed to have exceeded its service life.

Many people with wet and raindrops on their bodies were standing in front of this elevator.

Among them were strong middle-aged men, young people wearing simple work clothes, and young girls wearing slightly bright and flamboyant clothes.

Some people in the crowd looked up at He Ao at the door, while others lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones.

A young woman standing at the edge of the crowd, with pink nail polish, bright lipstick, white belly-baring miniskirt and black fishnet stockings, was looking up at He Ao.

Her eyes fell on He Ao's neat clothes, and she walked over with high heels banging, with a smile on her face, and said in a not-so-fluent Middle-earth language, "Handsome..."

"Have you been here all the time?"

He Ao glanced at the woman and asked calmly in Trok.

"Ah?"

The woman was stunned, and after hearing He Ao's fluent words, she paused for a moment, and took out a pack of cigarettes from her chest with some disappointment, took out a cigarette and lit it, "Yes, I've been here all the time? What about you? An international student? Are you here for fun?"

Then she paused, her voice became longer, and she looked at He Ao again, "You know the market price, right? For foreigners, the price may be a little more expensive~"

"Body photo studio,"

He Ao did not answer her words and asked casually, "Have you heard of this name?"

"That gloomy photo studio on the third floor, right?"

The woman held a cigarette in her hand and waved, "I don't know how long that store has been closed down. Those bastards from the Pine Forest Gang didn't take the store back. They are really bastards. They bullied us and they got more excited."

"B?"

He Ao looked at her.

"promise,"

The woman pointed to the deep corridor, "Go up the stairs over there, to the third floor, turn left, and then go straight to the end."

She took a drag on her cigarette and said slowly, "But I advise you not to go there. That store doesn't look normal. I haven't seen the owner since it has been open for so long. The store clerk also looks very dangerous. Even if it closes down, then Every shop is like a haunted house, and no one in this building dares to enter.”

"Thanks."

A quiet thank you sounded in my ears.

The woman raised her head and found that the young man standing in front of her had disappeared at some point.

She turned around and saw that the young man had already stepped onto the old concrete stairs.

"Are you moving so fast?"

The woman held a cigarette in her mouth, shook her head, and walked back to the crowd, "Did you listen to what I said?"

"Yo,"

As the woman returned to the crowd, another female companion, also wearing fishnet stockings, looked at her with a smile, "Why didn't you ask for the information fee?"

"Just pointing the way."

The woman took off the cigarette and handed it to her companion.

"I think you just see other people as handsome,"

The female companion took the cigarette, took a puff, looked at the woman, and handed the cigarette back, "When you see a handsome guy, you can't even hold your legs together."

"Fuck you,"

The woman took the cigarette and laughed and cursed, "Who can tell that he is handsome? These Chinese people all look the same."

Holding her cigarette in her mouth, she turned her head and glanced at the empty stairs. At this moment, a young man was walking up the stairs, and the back of the original Middle-earth young man had long since disappeared. "However, I can't tell about his temperament."

Then she turned back and took a puff of cigarette, "Some people, when you first look at them, you know that they are different."

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third floor

He Ao raised his head and looked at the sign above his head that was half tilted.

[Body photo studio]

"Here's a hot dog, freshly grilled, not cold, thank you."

The voice of a teenage diner at the hot dog shop came from behind.

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the closed rusty rolling shutter door under the sign.

The store did seem to have been 'closed' for a long time, and dust was gathering at the door.

He Ao walked to the rolling shutter door, stretched out his hand, grasped the handle of the rolling shutter door, and lifted it up with slight force.

The rolling shutter door was not locked and he opened it easily.

However, he did not completely open the door, but only opened an opening about one meter high, bowed and walked in.

"cough."

Almost as soon as he walked in, the strong smell of dust and mildew hit his face.

There was a wooden cashier counter near the door of this photo studio, which had been knocked to the ground.

There were also some camera stands and photo frames overturned on the ground.

Not far away, a hanger that seemed to be used to hang certain clothing was knocked to the ground, and the clothes hanging on the hanger were scattered everywhere.

There was a slight stain of dried blood on the ground, but not much. It seemed that it had dried for a long time.

Between the brackets and the frame, there was a dead, dried rat.

He Ao took a quick glance at the situation in the photo studio.

It seems that the woman was right, this photo studio has been empty for months.

The overturned counter showed signs of being turned over, and all the boxes had been opened and thrown on the floor.

It seems that He Ao is not the only person who has come to 'visit' in the past few months.

A thief must have been here a long time ago. These knocked down things were probably knocked down by the thief when he was looking through things.

Looking past the messy items on the ground, He Ao slowly moved forward and looked at a partially closed door curtain in front of him.

That seems to lead to the 'inner room' of this photo studio.

Normally, this inner room is used by photo studios to take photos of guests.

He Ao walked to the door curtain, slowly opened it, and a black door that was originally hidden behind the door curtain appeared in his field of vision.

He reached out, grasped the door handle, and pushed the door open.

A strong musty smell with a bit of blood and rancid smell instantly hit your nose.

The first thing that caught He Ao's eyes were several extinguished fill lights and several pillars that seemed to be used to support the scenery.

On top of this pillar, two dried mummies were hanging.

Their heads were lowered, as if they had been hanging here for a long time.

He Ao calmly swept over the two mummies.

These mummies were wearing older clothes, with some banknotes stuffed in their pockets. Under them, some cameras and coins fell next to the two mummies.

It seemed that these two were the 'visitors' who came in before He Ao and wanted to steal something.

And just when He Ao was about to take his eyes away from the two mummies, the two mummies suddenly raised their heads and looked at He Ao with wide eyes.

At the same time, a cold arm suddenly stretched out from behind the door and grabbed He Ao's wrist.

He Ao turned his head and looked to his side.

The first thing that caught He Ao's eyes was a pale cheek. The owner of this cheek seemed to have been dead for a long time. He was wearing a photo studio uniform and staring directly at He Ao.

Behind the figure with pale cheeks, dense twisted flesh extended from his back, covering the entire wall and door.

He stared at He Ao, his pale palms tightly grasping He Ao's wrist, as if he were looking at imprisoned prey.

His lips slowly opened, revealing the sharp fangs inside. Then, the mouth opened wider and wider, like a guillotine that crushed everything, trying to bite He Ao's head into pieces.

He Ao watched this scene calmly, and then his hand caught by the figure suddenly swung forward, punching through the monster's body, and then he grabbed the big hole with his other hand and pulled the monster out. Lift it up,

boom--

He pulled out the flesh and blood attached to the wall, causing splashes of gravel.

At this time, He Ao was already exerting force on both sides of his hands.

Zhi——

This twisted flesh and blood monster was directly torn apart and split into two, with the broken flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The two wide-eyed mummies stared blankly at this scene, and after a brief moment of daze, they quickly lowered their heads.

He Ao threw the monster in his hand to the ground, glanced at the two mummies hanging above, raised his hand slightly, and the invisible sword light flashed through the darkness, splitting the two mummies into two, shattering the contents of their corpses. Squirming flesh.

Then his eyes swept over the 'hut' again and examined it carefully.

Apart from these flesh and blood monsters, the entire photo studio is actually quite well preserved. If no thieves had disturbed it, it would have been much neater. This proves that the owner of this photo studio may not have been in a hurry when he left.

There were no important documents left in the photo studio.

The owner of the photo studio even left a flesh and blood monster to guard the photo studio.

But again, he never came back here after he left, so that the entire photo studio was in such a mess that no one took care of it.

This is the permanent address left by Dr. Flesh in Dawn, so that people sent by Dawn can contact him here at any time.

But in fact, he has been away from here for a long time.

The flesh-and-blood doctor still maintained contact with Dawn, but he never expressed that he wanted to change his normal station, nor did he mention his departure from his usual station to Dawn.

Is he guarding against Dawn?

This guy has already offended Yueguang, and the institute will definitely not be able to tolerate him. If he offends Li Ming again, how can he ensure that he can survive the wanted orders of several major organizations?

To be a self-reliant king, you must have someone to rely on.

Where will he go?

He Ao withdrew his gaze and exited the room.

He took another look at the messy photo studio, walked out through the rolling shutter door, and reached out to close the rolling shutter door.

Maybe we need to find a reason to clean up the Dawn organization here, and maybe we can find some clues by following the clues.

However, unlike the Dawn Organization in the Republic of Ika, which has relatively complete information, many members of the Dawn Organization in the Turok Republic have blank information.

Dr. Flesh and Flesh had been delaying reporting information a long time ago, so the information in He Ao's hands was already many years behind the times, and the people at the time were basically out of reach.

Maybe you need to check if your local World Tree organization has any information.

While thinking, He Ao turned around, looked at the hot dog shop across the street, glanced at the people in the hot dog shop, and walked over.

He walked to the front of the store, looked at the sign, and said in Turlock, "A traditional hot dog and a slice of ham."

The shop owner didn't pay attention to He Ao at first. Hearing He Ao's voice, he raised his head and glanced at He Ao, "Middle-earth man? You speak Turlock quite fluently,"

"Take the time to learn."

He Ao nodded slightly.

Rodan, Ika, and Turok are all similar in nature. Many words are even common, but the pronunciation habits and grammatical habits are slightly different. After mastering one, it will be much easier to master the others. .

"You took the time to learn? Then you're pretty awesome,"

The boss nodded and took out a hot dog bun from the side, "Eat it in the store or take it away?"

"Eat here."

He Ao glanced at the seats in the room next to him and nodded.

"Okay, wait a moment."

The boss nodded and turned around to fiddle with it.

He Ao entered the store and walked to a table. At this table, there was sitting a young man who was eating ham and playing with his mobile phone.

"Is there anyone here?"

He Ao looked at the young man and asked slowly.

"no no."

The young man was stunned, looked up at He Ao, shook his head, and then continued to eat ham with his head down.

"Please let me know,"

He Ao slowly sat across from the young man, looked at the young man's lowered head, took out a pack of handkerchiefs from his pocket, took out the tissue and slowly wiped the blood on his hands, his tone was calm and friendly,

"Why have you been following me?"

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