Chapter 229 In reality - interaction!
A cold, damp air wafted out from behind the door.

In the dark environment, the white light on the iron products flickers with the change of angle, just like the crystal caves in the Naica Mountains.

John stuffed the wire back into his pocket and pulled out his gun, the soft leather soles of his boots leaving marks in the dust of the floor.

He leaned against the wall, taking in everything in front of him.

Compared to the last time I came, the fish tanks and cages piled up in the store had all disappeared, and the feed and various pets were nowhere to be seen.

But the blood-stained furniture was still there, with the blood stains still clearly visible.

John stared at the black bloodstain and could faintly smell the stench of decay when he breathed.

After walking around the store, he carefully climbed the gray and white stairs leading to the second floor.

The concrete treads made no sound.

John reached the second floor in peace and quiet.

In front of me was a long, dark and narrow corridor with only a small window at the very front, through which sunlight could barely penetrate a corner.

There are two rooms on each side.

Recalling the layout Chu Zihang had described, John slowly walked to the door on the innermost right side.

He stretched out his hand.

The lock bolt clicked in.

open the door--

A boy with simple clothes and messy hair sat cross-legged in a chair, his chin propped up, staring blankly at the desk.

"Ah! This gentleman..."

The boy turned around subconsciously when he heard the noise.

But after seeing the person coming, the fear in his eyes slowly turned into confusion.

"Are you... a police officer from the police station? Why are you here?"

But in response to his...

It's a fleeting flame!

John, pull the trigger!

The bronze bullet penetrated into the young heart with smoke!
Blood splattered instantly!
Dyed off-white coat!
"Officer, you..."

The boy took a step back in surprise and leaned against the table.

But seeing the boy covering his chest with his hands in disbelief, John just aimed at his head indifferently and emptied all the bullets in the magazine.

The interludes go on and on!

The shells clattered to the ground.

The bullet aimed at the boy's head passed through his cheek as he subconsciously turned his head and embedded himself in the solid wooden desk.

But all the other cold metals firmly twisted the soft flesh!
A muffled groan came from his throat.

But the fierceness in the boy's eyes was completely swallowed up by the calm sea.

“…How decisive!”

Daniel chuckled, and his back rubbed against the table leg, leaving a bright bloody streak.

He fell to the ground helplessly.

"Hey, how did you find me?"

"Because of the blood."

John pulled out the empty magazine and pushed the spare bullets in one by one.

"I remember clearly that during the argument at the police station, you punched Ian and split the corner of his mouth."

"I see... you found the blood."

Daniel placed his hands on the ground for support.

"But even so, you can't guarantee that it was definitely me, right? When Ian committed suicide, there were several reporters with blood on their hands."

"You are right. There is indeed a young reporter who meets the requirements."

John said coldly: "But you made one mistake!"

He pulled the sleeve.

Bullets loaded.

The gun was aimed at the pale Daniel again.

"This isn't a multiple-choice question. I just need to start with the most suspicious target and kill them one by one."

Daniel raised an eyebrow: "Even if it means killing innocent people?"

"I will atone with my life...even if it's a little self-righteous."

John raised his wrist, his eyes cold.

"But obviously, I won the lottery with my first lottery ticket. Fate is on my side!"

boom!
Spots on the white paint!
The fishy smell became stronger in the small space.

Daniel turned his head to avoid the bullet aimed at his forehead, but half of his ear was torn off and flew away!

The dark blood was like thick makeup sprinkled on the face, delicately embellishing the pale skin tone.

He hissed in pain, took a breath for a moment, raised his head, and said slowly: "Don't be so anxious. Isn't the meaning of victory to ridicule the loser? How about we talk about it?"

boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
The bullets continued to penetrate into the flesh and bones like a battering ram!
Daniel's body was shaking, his chest was covered in blood, and he vomited a large amount of internal organs.

But he is still alive.

John took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and pulled out the magazine again.

"Damn it! You're so hard to kill!"

"No... ahem... you're wrong."

Daniel opened his mouth and said weakly: "This body is dead. I can talk to you now only because of the consciousness left in my spirit."

“…Is that so?”

John stood at the door the whole time to avoid blood splattering on his body, and didn't mind chatting with the other party while changing the bullets.

"Well, Daniel, can you explain this to me? Chu Zihang clearly asked Andre to test your memory. How did you hide it?"

He narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "Could it be that you can read the host's experience after possessing him?"

“I can’t do that.”

Daniel tried hard to hold up the corners of his stiff face.

"I'm just a little bit good at hypnosis, and I can get Andre to follow my topic."

That's it!

John felt relieved when he heard this and raised the success rate of the plan by a few percentage points.

At the same time, he suddenly realized.

"So, this is also the reason for Henry's abnormal behavior?"

"Yes."

Daniel admitted it bluntly.

"That day when you all went out in droves because of the riot caused by Adam, I went to the police station because of the death of this body's father and met the fat police officer who stayed behind..."

boom!
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the roar of gunfire.

John looked down indifferently at the body with its throat torn and finally falling to the ground, and spoke calmly to the lifeless eyes.

"Next time we meet, I will really kill you!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
Three more gunshots!

John beat Daniel's head into pieces, then took a step back and prepared to leave.

……

But suddenly!
Just the moment he turned around!

A voice that was completely different from Daniel's suddenly popped into his mind.

“No need to wait.”

"Because those who are sacrificed... have no future!"

John's eyes widened instantly and he covered his head.

The sudden severe pain made his temple throb.

His body went limp and he half-knelt on the ground.

"Impossible! I clearly... don't have your blood on me!"

The vision in front of me became increasingly blurry.

While struggling, he seemed to see a boy with red eyes reaching out his hand, getting closer and closer to his neck.

"The answer is simple."

The unfamiliar voice chuckled softly, "Every 20 minutes, I smear a little bit of my blood on the door handle outside."

John remembered how he opened the door and raised his hand with difficulty.

as predicted--

On the palm of the hand and near the wrist, there really is a blood stain that is not even as big as the little finger and has dried up like paint chips!
——It’s over!

His eyes darkened and he decisively picked up the gun, desperately controlling the muscles that were gradually no longer his own, and aimed the dark hole at his temple.

but!

His trembling fingers couldn't pull the trigger!
John let out a ferocious roar, his eyes fixed, and slammed his head hard into the wall next to him.

Boom~!

Cement and bones made a dull echo.

John's eyes went dark, but he didn't feel any pain!

It was as if the whole soul was sinking into the dead and cold ocean.

But he was not panicked.

I even felt like showing a sarcastic smile. [Just wait, you son of a bitch bastard... you haven't won yet!]

The life of the soul that drifts to Valhalla ends with these words.

……

When the sound waves dissipated, everything returned to calm.

The man who fell to the ground covered his head and stood up.

He calmly put the gun in his hand back into the gun pouch on his waist.

##
Turn the hour hand back two spaces.

On the way to 7 Bond Street, Moore's Pet Shop, John covered his face with a black cloth and kept mumbling to the person beside him, repeating everything he knew in a long-winded manner.

He slowly stopped only when he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

But after a while, he couldn't help asking, "Kim, did you hear what I said?"

“I basically understand.”

Kim nodded.

He asked expressionlessly as he saw John fumbling with the gun belt around his waist from the corner of his eye.

"If, as you said, the key ingredient is blood, why do you insist on covering your eyes?"

"Ha! Just in case."

John shrugged, rubbed the cold gun for a moment, and began to fumble for the radio buttons on the center console.

"It's just a small move to avoid the risk, so there's no need for me to be so stubborn and insist on proving that I'm right... Ah, I found it!"

Nourishing ~
A slight electric sound.

Passionate rock music suddenly sounded in the car.

John shook his head, snapped his fingers to keep the rhythm, and spoke louder.

"Listen, Kim!"

"If all goes well, I'll send Heim's birthday to your phone as a signal before I leave."

"On the other hand, if you see me leave without receiving anything, don't hesitate, kill me immediately before I see anyone else!"

He turned his head, and the eyebrows revealed on the cloth strip jumped comically from side to side.

"I think... for the most powerful sniper in the Golden Deer Gang, it shouldn't be difficult to do this, right?"

……

The sun gradually became hotter.

Kim lay on the slowly warming concrete platform, shielding herself from the glaring sunlight, and stared intently at the two-story old building in the sight.

The center point of the crosshairs is firmly stuck in the closed door.

The blue cell phone is placed aside.

But the screen is still pitch black.

Kim's finger was on the trigger.

——He is waiting!

Waiting for a clear answer!

##
Moore's Pet Shop.

Second floor bedroom.

The filthy air is sickening.

The sticky blood mixed with brain matter spread outward in a zigzag pattern with Daniel's body as the origin.

"Brother, we should go now."

The child appeared at the door of the room like a ghost, pushed the door open and whispered, "It's too conspicuous to live here with a changed identity. Let's go to this policeman's house."

He paused for a moment and pointed to the floor as a reminder.

"Oh, right! Don't forget those things in the basement. We have to clean them up before we leave."

Su Beixun did not respond.

He simply stepped away from the spreading pool of blood and touched John's stubbled chin.

The voice is soft.

"You said... there might be other ambushes outside?"

The child's heart skipped a beat.

But he shrugged calmly, looking very troubled.

"I don't know. I've been staying by your side the whole time... Tsk! Never mind. I'll go check it out for you!"

He closed the door.

He disappeared from Su Beixun's sight in an instant.

in the room.

John's old, cloudy eyes blinked slowly.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

……

【Oh no...what should I do? 】

The child sat sideways on the handrail and slid down the stairs, scratching his hair in distress.

Since meeting the little devil, he has been wandering around Brixham, and coupled with the subtle connection between the alchemical ritual and the arranger, he knows everything that happened here.

therefore.

He was well aware that there was another person lying in ambush on a nearby commanding height.

But the problem is...

The child didn't want to expose it.

What he said to Su Beixun at the beginning - that this was a ceremony arranged to understand people's hearts - was actually a complete lie.

Right from the start.

Brixham's alchemical ritual was designed to solve the problem that Su Beixun could not remember his memories of his time as king.

But unfortunately...

In order to connect with Su Beixun's spirit, he must participate in the ceremony. But in order to penetrate into his consciousness, he must be separated from the ceremony.

The child knew very well that in the face of the vast accumulation of time, the self named Su Beixun was too insignificant.

My brother in this life would never accept this choice!

and so--

That's why he arranged for Caesar and the others to proceed with their actions, and tried his best not to let Su Beixun notice anything unusual.

And contributed to the success of John's plan.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t let Chu Zihang and others see him and leak the information to them.

"What a troublesome thing!"

The child gnashed his teeth in anger.

……

After a while.

The little kid who had been walking around came back wandering around.

"It's okay brother! I've checked and made sure there's nothing wrong around!"

He raised his hand to assure.

But Su Beixun still had no plans to go out.

He sat on the bed, his arms on his knees, frowning and thinking silently.

"It's strange..."

"Chu Zihang died, Caesar was seriously injured..."

"With the number of manpower decreasing, how could he come here alone?"

He raised half of his old face, the corner of his mouth cracked, and blood flowed from the wound caused by hitting the wall, staining his teeth red.

"has a problem."

Su Beixun looked at the child with a weird look and murmured softly, but no one knew what he was talking about.

"You think too much. Maybe he is the type who is very confident in himself?"

The child rolled his eyes, feeling a little anxious, but he couldn't urge him too directly, so he could only pretend to ask helplessly.

"So, what do you want?"

Su Beixun closed his eyes and thought about it, then stood up, walked to where Daniel fell, squatted down, and used two fingers to pinch the phone out of his belt.

"Call some men. I need to make another move."

With a blank expression on his face, he found Andre's number on the communication interface and sent a text message to the other party with his finger.

[Thank you for your guidance. I think it's time to start a new life... So, do you want to come over to my place for a gathering? Invite more people so we can have some fun.]

The child stood on tiptoe to peek: "What if he doesn't come?"

"we'll talk about it then."

Su Beixun slammed his phone on the table, opened the door, and prepared to go to the basement to take a look.

The child followed behind and finally asked unwillingly: "Aren't you afraid of trouble? The gunshots just now might be heard by others and call the police!"

Su Beixun paused and looked at him in surprise.

He narrowed his eyes and chuckled, holding up a finger and wagging it slightly.

"Do not."

"That's a good thing."

(End of this chapter)