Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 32: Rui Er Bieber
When the man in brown heard this, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he threw the bag of bread in his arms to Philip, and then he held on to the railing on the side and wanted to jump to the stairs downstairs.

However, after Philip realized that the other party had no gun or did not have the courage to draw his gun and fight to the death, he had already ignored the bread that hit him without causing any pain, and pulled back the man who was about to jump.

He raised his leg and kneed the man in the abdomen, then picked up a piece of bread, stuffed it into the man's mouth, and pressed him down on the stairs.

The hard bread was stuffed into his mouth. The dry taste made the man in brown flap his body and try to struggle, but he was suppressed by Philip, who kept pushing the long bread into his mouth, causing it to deform.

The man in brown rolled his eyes, his face gradually turned red, the subconscious trembling of his body soon became weak, and the strength of his resistance also began to wane.

After confirming that the other party was completely unconscious, Philip let go of his hand, took two deep breaths, gently moved his hand which had turned a little red, and sat on the steps to rest.

If there had not been a heavy rain to block their way, the three robbers in the room would have inevitably heard the noise and come out to provide support.

He looked at the unconscious man in front of him and sighed in his heart, "Still unprofessional. I told you that both rooms were involved in the case, and you actually believed me. Wouldn't a normal person just retort with emotion? Well, you can't say that. Just think of it as decisive and brave."

After more than ten seconds, Philip found that he had adapted to the situation, so he walked quietly back to the door of the room on the right, opened his spiritual vision again, and identified the weak child Elliot by the size of his aura. Then he alternated his four fingers and clenched the gun in his hand again.

The moment the door opens, three bursts are required.

Hitting the head and limbs is too risky. If you miss, there's a high probability that you, the living target standing outside the door, will be hit.

Therefore, you need to remember the approximate position of the center of the aura, which is the position of the kidnapper's torso. After all, reality is different from games, and you can be alive and well as long as there is blood left.

In reality, once you are shot and feel the bullet hitting your body, no matter how strong or luckier you are, you will have almost no room to resist, unless your willpower far exceeds that of an ordinary person.

boom!
The loud noise of the door being kicked open finally drowned out the noise of the heavy rain at this moment. The four people inside were startled by the noise and were stunned for a moment.

However, it was just this moment of stunned silence.

Gunshots were heard, and blood splattered on the floor. The kidnapper who was shot in the abdomen covered his stomach with his hands. The intense pain made his face twisted, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Jol--!" The man in black sitting on the chair shouted the name of his accomplice, then picked up the pistol on the table, ready to kill the damn guy in front of the door.

However, this action seemed a little slow in front of Philip, who had already prepared subconsciously.

The next two bullets were still fired from his revolver, hitting the right shoulder and left leg of the remaining two kidnappers respectively.

While these guys were stunned, Philip quickly stepped forward and knocked them all out, stripped off their coats, and roughly and simply performed a hemostatic bandage, and then came to the tied little boy.

"Young Master Elliot?"

The little boy, tied up in the chair, trembled uncontrollably, seemingly still recovering from the battle. It wasn't until he heard the name that had once comforted him that his lifeless eyes regained color: "Yes, yes."

Philip picked up the knife beside him, cut the rope for Elliot, and patted him on the shoulder:
"Elliot, the situation is urgent and I don't have much time to comfort you. If you are sure that there are only four kidnappers, go out now, grab that white umbrella, and find the patrolling police and ask them to handle the matter here. Can you do it?" Little Elliot was still afraid and wanted to say something, but after seeing Philip's serious and hurried expression, he nodded obediently and took a step to run out.

"and many more."

However, seeing the 200 pounds walking away from his attention, Philip, who had seen too many melodramatic plots, changed his mind again. He pressed Elliot's shoulder, silenced him, and whispered softly, "Forget it, just hide at the second-floor staircase. If you see anything unusual, call for help immediately."

After settling the only burden on the scene and handing over the kidnapper's pistol, Philip wasted no time. He reloaded his revolver, went to the room on the left side of the third floor, and knocked on the door.
"Hello, is anyone home?"

However, the touch from his palm made him frown, because there was obviously something blocking the door inside the house. It seemed that it was hastily arranged after the sound of breaking the door just now, and it was not difficult to break through.

Seeing that there was still no sound after waiting for a few seconds, Philip lay directly on the ground and sniffed through the crack in the door. Apart from the smell of dust in the gap that made him frown, the smell of blood that followed made his pupils shrink slightly.

boom!boom!
Following two gunshots, the door lock, which had been intact, fell to the ground with a clang, and Philip turned sideways and hit the door directly.

Click!

The broken door panel fell down, and Philip finally saw the scene inside:

The old woman in black and white was lying in a rocking chair. Her eyes were completely "empty" and dark red blood was dripping down her blackened skin and the gently rocking chair onto the floor.

The other person in the room, the young man who was about to walk to the window, also stopped. His deep blue eyes were filled with indifference and ferocity as he stared at Philip, the intruder, and he unconsciously clenched a black notebook in his right hand.

Philip's eyes swept across the notebook, but without lingering, he said to the young man in front of him who also had black hair and blue eyes: "Sir, you are breaking the law."

"And this is a homicide. You'd better surrender now, otherwise I have no reason to spare your life."

"Get out!" Rui Er Bieber gritted his teeth and uttered the word with great restraint and reluctance.

"So there's nothing to talk about?"

Philip spoke in a relaxed manner, but he raised his hand steadily and quickly, aimed at the young man in front of him, and pulled the trigger directly.

boom!
Before Rel Bieber could completely dodge, the bullet had already passed through his left shoulder, and the splattered blood left a mark on the window behind him.

After being shot, he stared at his bleeding wound in a daze, and then his body suddenly began to tremble. After a brief whimper of pain, his whole body began to swell.

boom! boom! boom.
Faced with this strange sight, Philip, who realized something was wrong, immediately emptied the magazine and fired all five bullets into the opponent's body. However, the expected blood color was mixed with a grayish-white viscous liquid.

The air was also filled with the smell of decay.

(End of this chapter)