messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 85 City of Fog ([-])
"Tick." It seemed to be the sound of water droplets falling.

In the corridor outside the rental house, flickering fluorescent lights flickered.

A figure in a black robe came in from the door, and the light illuminated her appearance, but apart from the darkness, nothing could be seen on her body.

"Tick."

The sound of water droplets sounded at the figure's feet, it was the sound of blood dripping from her hands.

Her black palms were stained with smudged red blood, and she killed many people this night.

Standing under the fluorescent lamp in the corridor, the black on the figure's body began to squirm, and then slowly faded away, revealing her face and palms.

Chu raised her head and looked at the fluorescent lamp, which made her feel a little dazzling.

She took a step forward, walked down the corridor, and at the end, she stopped in front of the door of Lawrence's rental house.

Chu raised his hand and opened the door, but the door was not locked, and Lawrence was not asleep inside the door.

The middle-aged policeman was drinking a cup of coffee next to the sofa, looking into his tired eyes, thinking that he hadn't rested all night.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Lawrence immediately turned his head and looked at Chu who walked in.

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Lawrence looked at Chu and paused, and said.

"You're back."

"En." Chu replied softly, looking out the window.

"It's almost dawn."

Lawrence just made her patrol the night, so she'd be back before dawn.

Outside the window, the mist covered the window, and only a little light could be vaguely seen on the other side of the sky.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Lawrence nodded.

"Ah."

He looked at Chu's palms, which were covered with blood, and he knew it wasn't anyone's.

But as a policeman, he turned a blind eye to these bloodstains.

"Before you come back next time, remember to clean this up."

Lawrence said, pointing to the bathroom in the corner.

"Go wash your hands, you should have another hour or two to rest before going to work."

All traces of the night will be erased before dawn.

"Okay." Chu simply replied, walked into the bathroom and washed his palms clean.

After washing her hands, she lay down on the bed according to Lawrence's wishes, ready to rest for a while.

But she closed her eyes but did not fall asleep.

Lawrence sat on the couch and drank his coffee until his lips were dry and his throat had a bitter taste before he stopped.

The sky outside the window was getting brighter, and some dim light shone into the room.

"Chu." Lawrence suddenly said with his back to Chu who was lying on the bed.

"Sorry for making you do such a dirty thing, I'm probably the worst summoner you've ever seen."

His voice is very soft, and I don't know if I can hear it at the beginning.

Or maybe he didn't say it to the first listener at all, these are just his soliloquy.

Lying on the bed, eyes closed, listening to Lawrence's words, she turned over.

After a long time, her mouth moved, and she answered Lawrence with the same soft voice.

"It's ok."

This in itself is what she should do, and what she is best at, taking other lives.

That's why she should be punished.

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On the second day, the city of fog seemed to be calm. The thin mist reverberated in the air with dampness. The docked ships docked at the pier and fluctuated with the waves. A few seagulls flew by from the port, making a distant cry .

But the undercurrent in this city has become a mess.

Like a storm sweeping over a calm shore, the water entangles endlessly.On the other side of the city, almost everyone is talking about one thing.

It's about last night's murder in the Fog City.

Who died and how, these are not the point, the point is that last night, a total of 23 people were killed.

This is not just for any faction, because there are dead people in almost every faction.Of course, there are also punks who are just wandering the streets.

The 23 people who were killed were all killed by the same method. Their necks were directly crushed, their cervical vertebrae were almost shattered into powder, and their muscles were pinched out of shape.

Everyone's death was ugly, eyes wide open, as if they were about to fall out, covered with bloodshot eyes, nose, ears and mouth were covered with blood, mouth was wide open, and it seemed that they were still struggling and howling before they died.

The corpses were cleaned up immediately. There is no police in this city, but it also has a large number of managers. Various gangs and organizations manage their own territories.

What makes everyone uneasy is that no one knows what killed these 23 people. They have only one thing in common, that is, they are all people who wandered outside last night.

On the streets of this city, there seems to be something that is not under the management of any organization.

This was not allowed by them, but they couldn't find any clues to determine the murderer or the reason.

There is no doubt that for the first time the city was panicked by the presence of the dead.

All are wondering why the dead died and what killed them.

In a bar, several people are sitting in a corner drinking.

"Have you got any results?" One of them asked while pouring wine from a glass.

"not yet."

"No."

Several other people shook their heads, expressing that they didn't gain anything.

They were all sent by the top to investigate the cause of death last night.

I thought there would be some results if I inquired in a place like a bar where the news was mixed, but the situation was obviously not as easy as they imagined.

"Tsk." The pourer put down the bottle in annoyance.

"We can't go back empty-handed like this. If you go to other places to ask, you must know what broke the necks of those people last night."

At this time, a woman in revealing clothes came over. She lowered her head and walked to the side of several people, asking aloud.

"Do you guys need any other services?"

What she meant was obvious, as many bars in the Fog City would offer ***.

But these few men at this time were obviously not in the mood. One of them waved his hand impatiently and said shortly.

"No, go away."

"Hmm." The woman bit her lip, her expression was a little strange, but she didn't say anything, she just turned around nervously and walked away.

If Chu was here, he should know her, she is the woman Chu rescued last night.

She just heard that those people seem to be investigating something.

It's about the person whose neck was pinched yesterday.

　Some readers said that the update is too slow, and I am also very desperate, but I can't do it only as a salted fish, laughing and crying.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)