It was already night when she returned home. The street lamps illuminated the neighboring streets. Some old people were sitting downstairs in the community, talking and enjoying the cool air. Julian left after sending her to the door. She was so confused that she almost forgot to say goodbye. When Mr. and Mrs. Ye waved their hands, she waved her hands subconsciously.
She walked through the martial arts club in front of her to the living room. Duan Jingxian served her the hot food. Considering that she didn't eat anything these days and the weather was hot, she cooked porridge for her. Then there were several dishes of pickled vegetables that she liked. Her mother sat aside and watched her eat. Just now, she asked casually after seeing that her mood seemed to be stable, "Where did you go today?"
"I went to … Sacred Heart College …" She put a pickled vegetable into her mouth and chewed slowly, "I was looking for Sister Ya Han, but she was not there."
"Yahan, she's been here a few times."
Mrs. Ye smiled and nodded, "She was not in Sacred Heart College since she was pregnant. She worked in her family's company these two years."
Lingjing was stunned, "Pregnant, pregnant …"
"Yes, the daughter is almost three years old."
Duan Jingxian turned back and confirmed with Ye Han, "She was born in November in 2001."
"It was on October 26th."
"Well, it was already November when she told us."
She nodded, "She gave birth to a daughter. She is very cute. Her nickname is Taotao. You must like her very much when you see her …"
"Taotao …"
Duan Jingxian seemed to notice that her daughter's mood was a little strange. She stopped talking and looked at her husband in confusion. Of course, she got a puzzled look. After a while, Just now she heard Lingjing say, "If she was pregnant for ten months … Sister Ya Han … Sister Ya Han was married?"
"Oh, that's it …" Duan Jingxian shook her head and sighed. "She refused to tell us who the father of the child was. During that time, her family was in an uproar. She even came to us. At that time, Xu Mo, who had been pursuing her, said that he didn't mind her having a child and even wanted to marry her. She didn't agree and gave birth to the child alone.
Later, Taotao was very cute when he was born. Her father liked him very much, so he let them go home.
Last year, I heard that she kept asking who Taotao's biological father was. She even wanted to arrange a blind date for Ya Han. But your Sister Ya Han lived a happy life with Taotao. She didn't intend to do that. She is seven years older than you, so she is 29 years old … "
"October 2001 … November 2000 … Taotao … Jiaming Taotao …" Lingjing put down the chopsticks and murmured to herself. Today, she came back after inquiring about the news of Jiaming. She knew that Jiaming had left the Wuhe Ridge after November. She seemed to catch a little hope in her heart. But she didn't expect that she would hear such news when she came back.
Was Jiaming with Sister Ya Han after he left?
They even gave birth to a daughter. What should she do? Where was Jiaming now …
Duan Jingxian couldn't hear it clearly. Although she was a little confused, she couldn't think of the relationship between Jiaming and Ya Han. After all, it was understandable that Jiaming was with Lingjing and Shasha. But Ya Han was seven years older than them. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was impossible.
After a while, Lingjing lowered her head and covered her head.
"Mom, tomorrow … I will go to see Sister Ya Han …"
*****
At 11 o 'clock in the evening, six black cars drove into the quiet community. When they stopped in the garden outside a building, Cui Guohua and others walked out of the cars.
There were already people waiting for them downstairs. They went up to the second floor. Cui Guohua frowned and pushed open the unlocked door. The smell of blood drifted out.
"The seventh case in three nights …"
The blood on the floor of the room was flowing. At this time, it had slightly coagulated. Six headless corpses were pierced through by steel pipes or wooden sticks and fixed on the cement wall. These people were more or less injured. Some of them even had their limbs cut off. Six heads were placed on the round table in the center of the room at this time. A team member who followed Cui Guohua looked at all these. He sniffed around and began to walk inside. Just now, he came to a conclusion after a while, "They are the same people as last night and the night before, but … there is only one today …"
"Is it the one you said used a thin sword as a weapon?"
"Sword and spear … but it seems that he is more interested in the sword …" The man closed his eyes and felt everything around him. "Like I said, it is not only physical skills. He must have a special ability, but his adaptation to the special ability only helps him in some subtle ways. This is the real way to use it. The aesthetics of blood … what he pursues is the beauty of death …"
"Two days ago, he didn't cut off the heads. What is he deliberately trying to say?"
Cui Guohua frowned and looked at the heads on the round table. His eyes were a little sad. He knew these people. Even if they were not friends, at least they could be called comrades.
"I think it doesn't matter. It has the same meaning as killing people a few days ago …" The man said. He was also a special ability user, but the effect of his special ability was not obvious. It made him look like a person with a strong reasoning ability or even a sixth sense. In Yanhuang Awakening, Qiao Guorui, who was married and had left the group, also had a similar ability. "He had plenty of time today, so he did it in passing.
The psychopathic killer Solmyr also had a habit of cutting off people's heads, but that was just out of a strong desire to show off. This person … to him, it should be just a pastime. It's like when we were bored when we were young, and there was a book beside us, so we tore it and folded it into a paper airplane … It was just a pastime … "
"Just a pastime …" Cui Guohua murmured and repeated, "Although Zheng Guoquan and the other six people are not very powerful, they have undergone strict training. They died so quietly, and even the neighbors next door didn't wake up … This person, compared to Gu Jiaming …"
"Their tactics are different, Captain Cui. Besides, their levels are too high. I can't compare them."
In the midst of the bloody desolation, the man next to Cui Guohua laughed nonchalantly. He was not a member of Cui Guohua's group, but an analyst who had been following Emei Base for a long time.
"I've analyzed the information from the past few years. Gu Jiaming isn't keen on fighting. Although he likes to solve many things through fighting, it's just an instinct that has become a habit, similar to a conditioned reflex. What I'm more curious about is how this instinct was formed. After all, he's only 18 years old, and this person … He's not keen on fighting, but fighting and killing aren't instincts either. It's just one of his many abilities and hobbies, just like reading, singing, and dancing. Another point is that he has a strong, almost paranoid aesthetic and rules of conduct …"
He walked to the wall and looked at the wounds on the bodies. "You can think of it as a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is like a person who wants to enter a house through the front door no matter what. Then, even if the front door is broken and the back door is open, he will never go through the back door. Such a person … If we can analyze his behavior and understand his goal, perhaps we can set a trap for him …"
"The problem is that there is more than one of them …"
"That's right. So far, I have seen two people, and … they are too powerful. If there are more …" He shook his head. "I have seen all that I can see. The rest … I will leave it to the forensic doctor …"
Cui Guohua nodded and walked slowly to the table. He closed the eyes of the six people, which were still filled with fear, shock, and pain …
In three days, more than forty people had died. Including the companions who died in the line of duty in Europe, the number would double again. However, there was not even a trace of the enemy. This kind of helplessness was not even felt when they were facing Jiaming when he went berserk.
After all, at that time, they still had room to talk to Jiaming. At this time, they were facing a group of incomparably powerful and unscrupulous saboteurs.
More than an hour later, the convoy drove out from the residential area. When they were about to reach the residential area, suddenly, the analyst sitting next to Cui Guohua was shocked. His eyes turned to the flowerbed in front of him and his whole body seemed to be nervous. Seeing him like this, Cui Guohua told him to be careful through the walkie-talkie.
The convoy slowed down. Gradually, a figure appeared under the streetlight behind the flowerbed.
From this angle, only the man's profile could be seen. He had blonde hair in a ponytail and wore a white suit. The man was sitting on the bench under the streetlight, reading a book.
At midnight, a foreigner was sitting under the streetlight in a residential area reading a book. As the convoy moved forward, the people in the six vehicles had already pulled out their guns and loaded them.
At the same time, the man closed the book, stood up, turned around, and slowly walked over.
It was a very handsome man. Although he looked a little thin under the light, his slender body naturally had a sense of elegance. He looked over with a smile and his footsteps were slightly faster. When he was about ten meters away, he looked at Cui Guohua's bulletproof car and bowed like a European gentleman.
In an instant, the figure suddenly enlarged in everyone's vision.
Under the streetlight, it was dazzling.
In the surrounding cars, people picked up their guns and opened or kicked the doors of their cars in unison. Cui Guohua grabbed the collar of the analyst next to him and pulled him back. At the same time, he raised the gun in his hand and aimed at the figure on the other side of the bulletproof glass. At the same time, the sharp blade pierced into the car.
It was a long and thin European-style rapier.
The man's speed was too fast. Even Cui Guohua, who had undergone countless training, almost couldn't catch him. When he rushed over, he was still holding a book in his hand. However, when he swung his right hand, a ray of light pierced out. The rapier was in a perfect straight line. In an instant, with incredible determination, it pierced through the bulletproof glass of the vehicle and went straight for the analyst's forehead.
The power was like a sniper rifle at close range.
Cui Guohua kicked open the door.
The rapier only pierced a little. At this time, it looked like it was embedded in the car door. When Cui Guohua kicked the door, the rapier seemed to be deflected.
The blonde man's right hand let go of the rapier. As the door opened, his left hand grabbed the rapier and pulled it back. The rapier drew a half-moon arc in the air. At the same time, his right hand pressed down, and his body suddenly retreated four or five meters. When he raised his right hand again, the muzzle of a handgun was already pointed at them.
Gunshots rang out from both sides, tearing the night sky apart.
Tongues of fire crisscrossed in the night sky. The firepower of six vehicles covered the man. The blonde man also retreated like a ghost. The first time he swayed, he was five or six meters away. The second time, he was ten meters away. The third time, he was at the edge of the flowerbed. The bullets shot into his body, and blood bloomed on his suit. However, he flashed in the gunfire as if nothing had happened. The rapier in his left hand was at his side, and the gun in his right hand was constantly swaying, shooting bullets into every car. It was like a dance between blood and fire. For a moment, Cui Guohua could almost see the elegant smile on his face.
With a whoosh, the figure leaped into the flowerbed and disappeared. The flowers, grass, and leaves fluttered under the street lights. The book he was reading fell to the ground with a thud.
Everyone chased after him. Not long after, they found that the target had completely disappeared in front of their eyes.
"Mr. Tang, are you okay?"
He looked at the analyst beside him. Although he appeared to be in a sorry state, he was not injured. However, when he asked the others to report the casualties, the answers he received would really make him feel bad.
"Guo Lin was shot in the leg. It shouldn't be too serious …"
"Zhongming died in the line of duty."
"Zhongming died in the line of duty …"
"Guo Ping is injured …"
In just a few short seconds, one was dead and two were injured. He walked over to the car at the front of the convoy and looked at the corpse lying inside. Then, he squatted down and only stood up after a long time, "Zhongming … he joined us less than half a year ago …"
Turning around, he saw the analyst with the surname Tang picking up the book on the ground and reading it. He walked over and the analyst handed the book over. It was the English version of "The Theory of Evolution". "He didn't really do anything. He was just playing …"
"Playing?
Then one of us is dead too … "Cui Guohua took the book and flipped through a few pages.
"We can't kill him …" The analyst frowned. "I studied the Earl's data in the base. If he was an immortal like the Earl, coupled with his own strength, he could have killed all of us just now. The gap between ordinary people and this kind of psychic can't be closed … No, maybe only one person can make up for it. He doesn't rely on his ability at all. He can overwhelm the other party with just his physical fitness … That person could have been on our side, but unfortunately, he's already dead …"
His tone was understated and not strong, but both he and Cui Guohua knew the significance of this matter. Five years ago, several teams were dispatched to surround the Earl, but they could only be led around by the Earl. If several people of the same level as the Earl came this time and their target was the Yanhuang Awakening, then they would be facing the biggest crisis since the establishment of Yanhuang Awakening.
In the night, the sirens began to approach …
*****
Soon after, in a park about five or six miles away from the community.
Blonde hair, ponytail, white shirt. He had changed his clothes and was now sitting on a chair under the street lamp, reading a book. This time, it was an educational picture book, The Secret of the Sun. Generally speaking, it was an introductory book for children, but he was still reading it as attentively as The Theory of Relativity. He held his cheeks and looked quite elegant.
About halfway through the book, a tall white man came over. He was not very big, about 1.9 meters tall. He was muscular under his T-shirt and didn't look rude. As he walked, he stretched out his hand to greet the blonde man. "Hi, Victor."
"Hi, Kratos."
The blonde man named Victor was still focused on the book. He just waved his hand slightly. "How was the movie?"
"Not bad, but the Chinese dubbing was a little bad." Kratos sat down beside him. "Is the book good?"
"There are ultraviolet rays in the sun."
"Uh?"
"They say that the ultraviolet rays in the sun can cause fatal damage to vampires."
"Oh, don't mind."
Kratos shrugged. "They say crosses and garlic can also work. There's a legend in China that the black dog's blood can ward off evil spirits, and maybe it can also scare away vampires … By the way, what exactly is ultraviolet rays?"
"The black dog's blood … is indeed dirty …" Victor thought for a moment. "Light has different wavelengths. It's interesting to use things like prism to separate the white light into different colors.
But I've read some books that the main function of ultraviolet rays is to kill bacteria. They are indeed a very destructive light. But … are vampires more resistant than bacteria? "
"Maybe the vampires they're talking about are different from the Blood Clan. They're like China's zombies …"
"Kratos, Kratos …" Victor shook his head helplessly. "When I go back, I'll get myself a lab … Uh, maybe I'll go to school to learn the necessary knowledge, and then I'll really study our blood. I watched a movie called Resident Evil a few days ago. You know, in some legends, people who are bitten by vampires will become zombies if they can't go through The Embrace. Zombies without consciousness can also turn people into zombies. If this can really be done … Kratos, what do you think of a completely rotten world?"
"That's disgusting …"
"Yeah."
Victor nodded. "But maybe we can make The Embrace a little easier. By the way … I do hate the sun. Although it's not that strong, maybe there are some poisonous substances in the sun. If we can extract them, we can kill our own kind faster …"
Before he could finish, a voice came from behind. "I object."
A tall and thin man in a black shirt came out. He frowned and his eyes were a little gloomy. "Humans invented gunpowder and led the Industrial Revolution, so it's easier for them to kill themselves. In a sense, they're killing themselves faster. So, Victor, I object to your research. Death and blood should be an art. What we're after is not efficiency."
"What if there's a similar kind of research?
Peter. "
"What a stupid question. You gain power because of the corruption of others. Do you want to be more corrupt than others in order to survive?"
"I'll think about it."
Victor nodded. "This research is based on the desire for knowledge, because no one else will do it except us. I'll feel terrible if I don't know the results … Of course, we'll talk about it later …"
Kratos gave a seat to the newcomer, Peter. "I just want to solve this matter as soon as possible. I don't like the man called Otaki very much. Since he knows about our existence, shouldn't we go to Japan and kill him after this matter is done?"
Victor turned his head. "Peter, you went to observe them today. What's their strength like?"
"I can feel a strong and chaotic mental power. Also, there's an old woman who's very strong. I was almost discovered by her …"
"Strong and chaotic mental power …" Victor frowned.
"Obviously, she's a posthuman who can't control himself. But that power is indeed terrifying and special. If it's a fighting ability, it'll be quite scary after going berserk. But if it's just a support ability … As an ordinary person, I think he'll only get endless headaches …"
"Poor man … What about the ashes of the monk?"
"No news."
Victor sighed. "Then we can only wait. The battles in the last two days have been boring. Maybe they will show us something interesting when we push them to the brink of despair."
"Then, before Victoria arrives, let's let them feel despair."
Peter's gloomy face showed a smile. He stood up. "At that time, we'll destroy them together. Especially the strong ones, only at the last moment of their lives will they show their most brilliant emotions …"
*****
That night, she had a dream. When she woke up, it was early in the morning. She was still in a trance, as if she was still immersed in the dream.
In the dream, they were still in school. The teacher was giving a lecture. Jiaming was lying on the desk in a daze, and she was sitting beside him. After a while, the teacher came over and scolded him. Jiaming looked for the textbook in the desk, but he couldn't find it. He took an old textbook and put it on the desk. After a while, the teacher asked Jiaming to answer a question. Jiaming stood up, but he couldn't find anything in the book.
She put the book over and secretly showed it to him, pointing at the answers on the textbook.
However, before Jia Ming could answer, his little action was discovered by the teacher. Jia Ming was punished to stand there. She was also scolded. Her heart was filled with hatred.
Therefore, during the whole class, he stood and she sat, with a faint resentment toward him in her heart. She put the book in the middle of the desk, and they read it together. She pinched him with her hand, and he just smiled helplessly.
In the dream, they were very old, about to be in high school. At that age, they were actually sleeping together.
However, the truth was that they had not been in the same class ever since they entered junior high school. In her dream, the feelings between them were very unfamiliar. It was as if they were still deskmates in elementary school, best friends, and she was still his big sister, exasperated at his failure to live up to her expectations. Strangeness and familiarity were mixed together just like that …
She didn't know what the dream symbolized, but it felt very real. She just sat on the bed, watching the small electric fan at the end of the bed. The silver moonlight shone in through the window, and she was immersed in that feeling, waiting quietly for the dawn.
*****
I recommend a book, "The Golden Finger of the Song Dynasty." I won't say anything more about it because I've already fallen into the trap, so I'll drag everyone down with me. ^ _ ^ (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please go to www.qidian.com and read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)