Embers of Embers

Chapter 240
At this time, Jiudunling has entered spring, and the hazy drizzle falls from the sky suddenly and without warning.
Samuel stood on the street, looking at the gloomy sky, feeling the chill in the wind, and couldn't help but tighten his clothes. Most of the pedestrians on the road were the same as him, with long clothes covering most of their bodies. Dunling is an industrial city, and the air is filled with spilled dirty particles. Clothes like this can block them very well.
This is a very interesting city. It is difficult for foreigners who come here for the first time to accept these things. The industrial pollution has corroded the city, but the vigorous power at the core is constantly making the city progress. Destruction and rebirth coexist together. The eliminated parts are put into the abyss at the bottom, and the new technology is continuously built on this corpse, and repeated.
Samuel is full of curiosity about this city that only exists in other people's mouths. Now that he has arrived, he realizes the difference between it and Feileng Cui.
Although Lorenzo Medici has died and the golden age he led has also come to an end, some wealth has been preserved from that ending era. It has become the cornerstone of art and has enabled Feilengcui's humanities and art to continue. high.
The melodious melody, the exquisite paintings, and the poet's singing, the perfect combination of emerald green and faith. Although it seems a bit backward from today's perspective, the backward sacredness is white and fascinating, full of mystery. The colorful colors of magic and holiness.
But the old Dunling he is in now is completely different from it. There is no romance or dream in this city, only a solemn iron gray. From the sky to the earth, it is covered by such gray fog, which fills every place. , become one with the city.
There is no room for fantasy, there is only absolute cold reality, suffocation and despair, but also full of progress and dawn.
Samuel coughed hard. As a foreigner, he still couldn't stand the air in Old Dunling. It was cold and damp, with a rusty smell, and sometimes it was a torture to breathe.
As a member of the mission and Anthony's deputy, this old Dunling can be regarded as a dragon's den or a tiger's den for Samuel. Although there is nothing now, he always suspects that someone is watching him vigilantly somewhere.
The cleanup agencies were so vigilant towards them. After welcoming the delegation, they felt as if they were under house arrest in the embassy. There were no activities that required their attendance, so they could only stay in the embassy, ​​late at night. A carriage will come, and the person in charge named Arthur will talk to Anthony alone. It is not clear what they are talking about Samuel.
He really couldn't bear this kind of life. Of course, he was more curious about the old Dunling. After getting Anthony's consent, he finally had the opportunity to come out and have a look. Although he couldn't go too far, it was enough.
Samuel could feel the vague eyes of those people peeping at him. After all, he was also a demon hunter, with dangerous secret blood flowing in his body, and he was not bound by the silver bolt.
Different from regular demon hunters, new generation demon hunters like Samuel have urgent needs and do not have much time to train. Their mastery of powers is not exquisite, but it is enough to cope with ordinary work.
However, there will always be some people with extraordinary talents, just like swordsmanship geniuses. They can easily defeat the master the first time they hold a sword. There are also people like this among the new generation of demon hunters. This forbidden power is in his hands. So docile.
Samuel had only seen that person on the list. Unlike himself, he was the first batch of demon hunters to infiltrate. Judging from the process of the mission, they had been infiltrating the city for many days because of the purge agency. Monitoring, now Samuel has not had a chance to contact them.
Walking to a corner of the street, although the city was so gloomy and cold, there were some places to rest after all. Samuel bought a newspaper and sat down at a restaurant on the street, preparing to take a look at the city while dining. Something happened.
"Guest, what would you like to order?" the waiter asked Samuel politely.
Samuel did not answer in a hurry, but looked at the menu carefully. He always felt that a heavy metal industrial city like Old Dunling would not have any overly beautiful meals. Of course, this may also be his prejudice.
"Guest, you just came to Jiudunling, right?"
Seeing Samuel's hesitation, the waiter asked.
"Well, I'm from Feilengcui." Samuel answered casually while looking at the menu.
"Oh oh oh, that's a really nice place, the sun is shining, right?"
Samuel thought for a moment, "It's almost the same. At least it's much clearer than the old Dunling."
"It's great." The waiter sighed. There were very few opportunities to see a clear sky in Old Dunling. It was always so gloomy here.
"Would you like me to recommend some special dishes for you?"
After watching Samuel pick for a long time, the waiter said again.
Hearing what he said, Samuel thought it was okay, so he put down the menu and said, "Then you can help me order. After all, this is my first time in Old Dunling, and I haven't tried many things."
The waiter motioned to Samuel, as if he was wrapped up in him.
After solving these problems, Samuel found a suitable place to sit down. He could see everything on the street through the window, so it would be a good place to eat.
It will take some time to serve the meal. During this time, Samuel was about to read the newspaper, but just as he opened it, a line of large characters was revealed in it. On the black and white picture, there were paragraphs of words full of fear and suspense. Unexpectedly, the old Dunling The daily life was so exciting that Samuel started reading it with some curiosity.
"A nasty robbery occurred in the inner city yesterday..."
As he read in a low voice, the black-and-white paper and reality began to overlap, time moved forward, and the pedestrians on the road were like scenes played in reverse, and everything began to be traced back to its origins.
Until the rising sun, everything freezes to the time of the crime, and time starts to flow again.
In this retrospective scene, the man slowly walked onto the stage.
Nibel was wearing a heavy coat, covered with stains and dust. He was walking hurriedly on the street, his eyes were strangely sunken, and his eyes were bright in the darkness.
Some pedestrians noticed him, but as if they were avoiding something, they all moved out of the way after briefly looking at him. Nibel looked in bad shape, as if he hadn't had a good sleep in dozens of days, and his cheeks were sunken. Go down, bloodless.
People like him are very common. Generally speaking, people who inject hallucinogens for a long time will become like this. Hallucinogens are obviously not a good thing, let alone in the inner city. Although the nobles also use it, In order to protect the apparent glory, they will still vainly rebuke this unclean thing.
Outsiders think that Nibel is in a bad state, but only he knows that he is very good now, and he has never been better. It seems that his previous life is a illusory bubble, and he has not really come alive until now.
He can do what he wants and get what he wants. At this moment, there is a pistol hidden under his clothes. It is filled with bullets. As long as he holds it tightly, even Nibel can briefly become the world. the monarch.
Nibel went straight to the bank, and his appearance naturally attracted the attention of the security guards. Leaving aside the dusty clothes of this man, the security guards could see his problem at a glance when looking at his face, just like a drunk There are too many mental patients, and people have to be vigilant about what he wants to do.
"gentlemen……"
The other security guard remained polite and calm, hoping to persuade this strange man to leave without causing any disputes.
"What's wrong!"
Nibel responded emotionally. He looked extremely happy, with a weird smile on his sickly face, which made people feel cold and chilly.
"It's a beautiful sunny day today! Isn't it!"
Nibel was extremely happy, which made the security guard a little confused. There was no sunshine in the old Dunling place. But before he could react, tearing pain came from his abdomen.
Looking down, Nibel had already taken action at some point. The dagger stabbed into the security guard's abdomen. As his wrist twisted, more severe pain came from it.
"what……"
The security guard sucked in the air-conditioning hard. The fear of death prevented him from even screaming in pain. At this moment, these unusual movements had attracted the attention of the rest of the people. The remaining security guards took out their pistols and pointed them at Nibel to warn him. he.
Nibel directly clung to the security guard in front of him. The two of them overlapped each other. This short period of time prevented the others from daring to shoot rashly. This gave Nibel a chance. He looked like a madman and even walked unsteadily. He wobbled, but his marksmanship was outrageously accurate in such a state of trance.
After a few gunshots, Nibel directly knocked down the remaining security guards. There were not many security forces here. After all, this was an inner city, and there were mounted police patrolling at all times. No one would commit a crime here at the risk of their life.
But it was as if Nibel had planned it. The mounted police had already left the area and would patrol back in a few minutes. The sound of gunshots had already attracted the attention of some people. He could hear the constant sound of iron whistles. , Mounted police are galloping here.
There is still enough time, although it is short, it is enough for Nibel.
He took the injured security guard hostage and advanced into the bank. At this time, there was no one inside. The salesman pulled down the iron bars and it was like a fortress, blocking Nibel's progress.
Nibel seemed a little disappointed. Sure enough, you need to be prepared in advance to rob a bank. His impulsive actions will always lead to various situations.
"You have no chance, leave now!"
Someone yelled at him from behind the bars.
Robbing a bank is a very professional thing, and it's not something that a crazy person can do just by drinking too much and mustering up the courage.
The same was true for Nibel. He held the security guard hostage and stood in the empty hall, looking a little lost. The muscles on his face were stiff, but suddenly he laughed wildly.
"Actually, sometimes people don't care about the results, but the process, and the happiness in the process. Just like sometimes, what you enjoy more than being full is the process of eating, the sweet oral pleasure."
"Right, that's right!"
He yelled at the security guard, but the security guard had no strength to reply to him. His face was pale due to blood loss, and he might have collapsed if Nibel hadn't been holding him hostage.
"Everyone is a combustible flame. Everyone has the opportunity to burn passionately, but because of one damn incident, we can only live quietly, right?"
He stared into the security guard's eyes, tightened his collar, and questioned him loudly.
"Have you ever thought about a day like this, right? When you've had enough of a tired and mediocre life, you suddenly go crazy, pick up a gun and kill your colleagues, then rob banks, kill people... in short, you can do whatever you want!"
Like a madman talking to a dead thing, the security guard had fainted, his body softened, and he fell down without any strength.
Nibel was stunned for a moment, and then angrily beat the fallen body. As if venting his anger was not enough, he shot behind the iron bars, emptying all the bullets.
Then he ran over as hard as he could, grabbing the iron bars tightly and trying to squeeze himself through the narrow gap.
"I see you! I see you!"
He saw the female salesperson hiding under the table, yelling excitedly and squeezing her face hard. His eyeballs were bloodshot and bulging due to the pressure. The woman was frightened just by looking back. There were men trying to stop him. They were inside the iron fence, and Nibel had thrown away his empty pistol. There was no need for him to be afraid of anything.
The man tried to punch Nibel in the face, but Nibel was faster than him. As he pulled away, his other hand reached over and grabbed the man. There was terrifying power in this sick body. The man His arm was pulled out by him, and then Nibel bit it off mercilessly.
There was a painful whine and the sound of flesh and blood tearing, along with the clothes, Nibel took a big mouthful of flesh and blood in one bite. The blood stained the corners of his mouth red, and then he spat out the flesh and blood forcefully.
The bright red blood brought color to his gray face, and he looked crazy.
"Just like this, I just enjoy this process, the process of change. Change is difficult, but it is worth a try to save your soul from that rotten cage!"
He shouted in surprise and stuck his head over again.
"Come and give it a try! Friends, say goodbye to your mediocre and boring life!"
The man clutched his injured hand in pain. He ignored Nibel. The iron whistle was very close at hand. The mounted police were already here. They broke in through the door and were well-equipped. Amidst the sounds of loading and warnings, Nibel turned slowly. Overdoing it, the crazy expression suddenly weakened. For a moment, he seemed to be normal, and then he started crying.
Nibel knelt down with his hands up, crying bitterly.
"Please! Help me!"
No one knew what was going on with this sudden return. The mounted police warned him, but Nibel's trembling hands still opened his clothes, revealing the explosives underneath. They were tied in circles. There is a funny alarm clock hanging on his abdomen, with the red pointer about to reach the end.
The madman is gone. He is crying like an ordinary person and begging for salvation.
"He forced me! It was him!"
Nibel shouted repeatedly, tears washing away the blood at the corners of his mouth, like a sinner begging for forgiveness.
(End of this chapter)