Chapter 224 In Reality - Determination

The moon is still hanging on the branches and has not set.

Dots of stars.

This night seems a little too long.

In a residential building in Brixham.

Henry was pushed against the wall, looking resistant.

"Boss...Boss...Don't do this! Boss!"

He screamed and struggled hard, feeling the hands above his head being clamped and unable to move. For the first time, he regretted that he had neglected exercise, which resulted in his current strength not being as good as that of an old man.

"My copies of Playboy are all on the bookshelf next to my bed! Every issue is here, go get them! I'll give them all to you!"

But John didn't care. He blew the smoke ring in his mouth into his face and said hoarsely, "At this point, do you still have unrealistic fantasies, Henry?"

Henry's pupils trembled violently.

John chuckled, threw away the cigarette on his fingertips, and reached out to touch his fat face: "Tonight will definitely be unforgettable."

He slowly lowered his head.

The lips covered with white mist approached little by little.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Henry felt the heat on his chin and felt that he was going crazy!

"No, boss! You're committing a crime... How about I pay you to go to the bar to relieve your sexual desire? No matter who you like, male or female, I'll treat you!"

John smiled inexplicably, took out a stack of bills from his pocket, rolled it up and stuffed it into Henry's pocket.

When Henry saw this scene, his eyes widened and he shook his head wildly, feeling like he was about to cry in the next second.

The stalemate lasted for a long time.

John suddenly let go of his hand, took a step back to create some distance, and said with a smile: "Haha, sorry. It was just a joke, I hope you don't mind."

He exchanged glances with Chu Zihang who was standing at the door, indicating to the other party that it was unlikely based on Henry's performance.

Chu Zihang nodded slightly, agreeing with his point of view.

But this would be very troublesome!
Could it be that the person possessed by the other party is one of those reporters?
He glanced at Henry, who was still in shock, and chose not to bring up the topic here.

"Sorry... I thought you could have a relaxing day off tomorrow if that makes you feel better."

John patted Henry on the shoulder for the last time, smiled apologetically, turned around, and was about to go out with Chu Zihang.

……

But suddenly!
No one thought of it!
boom--

Thunder rumbled in the silent night!
The dull sound is like the morning bell that wakes up the world!
Chu Zihang, who was holding the door handle, turned around suddenly!
Large amounts of blood splattered on the floor!

John stood in the middle of the three-way line, his eyes dull and his head lowered in disbelief.

I saw it in his abdominal cavity...

The bright red blood continued to stain the white shirt!
And behind him.

Henry leaned against the wall with a gun in his hand, the fear and insecurity on his face disappeared, replaced by icy indifference.

"Get down!"

Chu Zihang roared.

At this moment.

He saw a certain incongruous splicing in Henry's face.

Chu Zihang anticipated that something must have gone wrong!

But the bad thing is, he knows nothing about it!
……

John didn't need Chu Zihang to remind him. His instinct, which had not yet completely aged, made him ignore the wound on his abdomen and rush forward quickly.

And it just so happens!
The scorching tail of the second bullet passed by my scalp at high speed.

Chu Zihang pulled out the pistol from his waist, took a step forward, pulled the muzzle in a straight line, and then pulled the trigger to shoot at an oblique angle.

The sound of gunfire and the light of fire shattered the darkness!
The scattered craters on the wall were stained with blood.

Henry's arm was scratched, and he groaned, then ran towards the bedroom without any desire to fight.

Chu Zihang didn't have time to check John's injuries and immediately went to chase him.

Henry's house is not big, with two bedrooms and a living room. But for a young policeman who always goes to bars to spend money, this house is already very good.

Chu Zihang turned the handle of the bedroom door, but as expected, there was a clicking sound and it was locked from the inside.

Without hesitation, he asked John to keep an eye on the bedroom door, then quickly opened the living room window to see if the other party would jump out and escape.

Click~

The sparkling powder is floating in the air!

The window that was opened 90 degrees was hit by bullet holes!

Henry, who had been waiting, shot the moment Chu Zihang stuck his head out.

This shot took the initiative and Chu Zihang had no way to avoid it.

But unexpectedly...

It actually shot off target!

The bullet cut the corner of his eyebrow.

The blood blurred the pupils.

But it didn't hit the head fatally!
Chu Zihang had doubts in his mind, but it did not affect his accuracy and speed in shooting.

Henry was shot in the wrist that was stretched out the most, but fortunately he retracted his head in time.

But he also lost the chance to escape through the window and was trapped in the room by continuous bullets.

"Mr. John!"

Chu Zihang asked apologetically while being on guard: "Can you come over and take over for me?"

"no problem!"

John propped himself up, pulled his service pistol from the holster, and took Chu Zihang's place.

Chu Zihang fumbled in his pocket, pulled out the wire that pried open John's door, and put it into the simple keyhole in front of his body.

Click~

The bolt jumps.

Chu Zihang pushed the door quickly, but he paused and did not go in immediately.

The blurry line of fire inside the door was like spider silk spit out from behind, sticking to the load-bearing wall opposite and knocking down all the decorative paintings hanging on it.

After seven consecutive shots, the world stopped fighting.

Chu Zihang heard the faint sound of an empty chamber and immediately ducked and rushed in!

Henry was standing against the wall next to the window, busy changing bullets.

Chu Zihang's steps staggered for a moment when he saw this scene, and his firm murderous intent somewhat collapsed.

The muzzle of the gun pointed at the center of the eyebrows lowered slightly and aimed at the calf area.

Henry screamed and fell to his knees involuntarily.

The pain caused the bullet in his hand to roll to the ground, making a crackling sound.

"do not move!"

Chu Zihang warned coldly.

But just when he wanted to get closer and knock the other person out...

Henry suddenly grinned, looked up and stared at him with eyes full of teasing!

He took out a knife from his arms and stabbed it into his heart!

Chu Zihang's eyebrows jumped, and he thought of the alchemy ritual and reached out to stop it involuntarily.

then!

The palm was pierced with great force in an instant!
But before the feeling of the friction between metal and blade could reach his brain, Henry's grinning face was getting closer and closer to him.

"Boy!! You can die now!!"

Henry raised his back, and the other gun stuck between the wall fell into his hand. He was about to aim and pull the trigger!
There is no time to think in a critical moment!

Chu Zihang raised his leg high and stepped on the wrist that was about to be raised, and the arm holding the gun moved to the side.

The protrusion of the gun's sight mercilessly swept across the man's fragile eyeball.

Amidst the shrill sounds, blood mixed with milky white liquid flowed down Henry's face.

——He is blind!

The sudden darkness made him draw his blade in panic and wave his arms around.

Chu Zihang dodged it easily and was about to knock the other person out.

But an unexpected bright color suddenly splashed on his cheek!
——Henry is dead!
The knife in his hand pierced his throat mercilessly, releasing the smelly blood from the aorta from the cage, leaving no chance of rescue.

Chu Zihang stopped immediately, looked at Henry's body which was twitching and gradually cooling down, and slowly frowned.

……

"Do you think it's him?"

Chu Zihang looked at the fallen body, turned his head and asked John, a lingering gloom flashed across his brows.

"do not know."

John sat on the bed, holding his stomach, leaning against the headboard, and took out a magazine next to him and flipped through it absentmindedly.

"If you look at the facts alone, his abnormal behavior is inexplicable. However, if you ask me how I feel..."

He hesitated: "I don't think it's him."

"……yes."

Chu Zihang raised his hand and gently touched the wound at the corner of his eyebrow, with such determination that he didn't even ask any questions.

"The person hiding behind this can't be only this level."

"Wow."

Old John whistled, "Are you criticizing the level of training in our police department?"

He laughed, not caring about his still bleeding abdomen: "If that's the case, then I accept your criticism."

Chu Zihang had a blank expression on his face, not knowing how to respond.

He was about to bring the discussion back to the point, but his eyes suddenly caught sight of the blood dripping from John's body: "Sorry, it was my negligence."

He quickly opened the big bag he brought and found bandages and hemostatic drugs inside.

Tearing open his wet shirt, Chu Zihang sprinkled disinfectant alcohol on the wound.

John hissed in discomfort, his temple throbbing.

But he still waved his hand as if he was relaxed.

"Ha! It's a small problem. The bullet didn't stay in the body, and it didn't penetrate any vital parts... I'm not so delicate that I have to worry about this."

Chu Zihang didn't say anything, but just silently quickened his pace, cleaned the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, and then bandaged the wound.

"Get out of here first."

He helped John up and washed the blood off his hands and face as he passed by the bathroom: "We made a lot of noise just now. I'm afraid someone will come to our door soon."

John nodded in agreement: "Let's go back to my house first... In addition, I will ask others to send the newspaper's personnel information over."

He paused as he spoke.

He turned around, looked at the messy room, and sighed sadly.

He reached out and rubbed his temple.

"As for Henry...I'll take care of it."

……

After taking out some clothes from the closet and covering the blood on their bodies, the two carefully walked down the stairs and left Henry's house.

As the engine started, the white car drove out of the building complex.

Because they didn't take the main road and there were no street lights to guide people home, the small carriage was extremely dark.

Chu Zihang held the steering wheel and looked through the rearview mirror at John who was lying on his back in the back seat.

"What's wrong?" John noticed this.

"Do not……"

Chu Zihang denied it at first, then after a moment of silence he slowly said, "I was just wondering if the information I found was correct."

"Oh~, you mean the ritual of transferring the body?"

Chu Zihang nodded.

"You think too much, junior!"

John yawned nonchalantly, took out a cigarette from his arms tremblingly, exhaled, looked at the perfect smoke rings he blew out and smiled triumphantly, then turned his gaze to the driver's seat again.

"I have hated making plans since I was a child, especially those plans for the future that require meticulous time arrangement... Hey, in my opinion, life is about taking one step at a time, because we can't know the future clearly."

It was for this reason that he was kept in Brixham instead of being recalled to the Executive Department for an important assignment.

The blurry cigarette butt flickered.

A car travelling at a constant speed turns through the intersection.

Chu Zihang said softly: "Then we really don't get along well."

He looked at the buildings that looked like monsters standing on the street, and his dark and chaotic eyes were filled with obscurity.

"Maybe... I can try again."

"What did you say?" John didn't hear clearly.

Chu Zihang repeated: "I think I can try again."

"try again?"

John was stunned. He was burned by the cigarette butt between his fingers. He shook his hands and came back to his senses.

"Etc., etc!"

He hesitated and said, "Uh... First of all, I'm not a rigid person, but if you really want to possess me again, I can find you a death row inmate."

"No, I have a better idea."

Chu Zihang let go of the steering wheel with his right hand, took out the new phone from his arms, and watched quietly with a glance.

“Remember what happened to Caesar?”

John frowned, thinking of the story Chu Zihang had told him before.

"You mean the men in black who are preventing you from contacting Cassel?"

"Yes."

Chu Zihang nodded: "Those people are our original bodies. Although I don't know what Su Beixun did to them, judging from their rigid actions, there is no consciousness in their bodies."

John understood, but he didn't think it was a good idea.

"Particularity has no universal significance. You said it yourself, your body was tampered with."

Chu Zihang thought about it, but did not waver.

“What if I fail, and assume the worst possible outcome?”

John scratched his hair in annoyance: "What? If you fail, you'll be dead..."

"Yes! If we fail, only a 13-year-old child will die."

Chu Zihang interrupted him, with a complicated expression in his drooping eyelids.

"Although I feel very sorry for the parents of this body... but if I succeed, I will be able to get my original body back and possess the Word Spirit... I have no reason to refuse such a generous reward."

"You're not a gambler!"

“But we’ve been pushed to the table.”

Chu Zihang's voice was calm.

"At least verify it once more! If we are wrong, it would only be a waste of time even if we turned the newspaper upside down!"

There was silence.

The mirror does not reflect the boy's current expression.

John sighed.

"...Okay, if you insist, I'll help you."

"Thank you, Mr. John."

Chu Zihang stepped on the brakes and parked the car in the yard in front of John's house: "But you'd better take good care of your injuries."

John raised an eyebrow, "Hey! Boy, do you look down on me?!"

"No, I'm not going to fight him. I'm just verifying my guess, so the fewer people who go, the better."

Chu Zihang remained calm.

"Besides, you said to prepare for the worst. If I fail, everything will be left to you."

John stopped talking. He and Chu Zihang looked at each other quietly inside and outside the car. After a long time, he snorted coldly and refused the other's support.

"What a consistent heroism, just like those annoying bastards!"

After getting out of the car, John pushed Chu Zihang away and walked into the house without looking back.

(End of this chapter)