Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 32 Riel Bieber

Upon hearing this, the man in brown's pupils contracted slightly. He then threw the bag of bread he was holding at Philip and braced himself against the side railing, intending to jump down the stairs.

However, once Philip realized that the other man had no gun or the courage to fight to the death, he ignored the bread that was hitting him and pulled the man back from jumping.

He raised his leg and kneed the man in the abdomen, then grabbed a piece of bread, stuffed it into the man's mouth, and pressed him firmly against the stairs.

The hard bread was stuffed into his mouth, and the dry texture made the man in brown struggle and thrash about, but Philip held him down and kept pushing the long piece of bread into his mouth, causing it to deform.

The man in brown rolled his eyes, his face gradually turning red, and the subconscious trembling throughout his body quickly weakened, his resistance also began to diminish.

After confirming that the other person was completely unconscious, Philip released his grip, took a couple of deep breaths, gently moved his hands which were already turning red, and sat down on the steps to rest.

If it weren't for the downpour, the three robbers inside the room would probably have heard the commotion and come out to help by now.

He looked at the unconscious person in front of him and thought to himself, "Still not professional enough. I said that both rooms were involved in the case, and you actually believed me. Shouldn't a normal person have reacted strongly and refuted me? Oh well, you can't say it like that. I'll just say you were decisive and brave."

A dozen seconds later, Philip realized he had adjusted, so he quietly walked back to the door of the room on the right, activated his spiritual vision again, and after distinguishing the weak child Elliott by the strength of the aura, he tightened his grip on the gun in his hand with his four fingers.

The moment the door opens, three shots are required.

The head and limbs are too risky targets; if you miss, you, the sitting duck standing outside the door, are very likely to get hit.

Therefore, you need to remember the approximate location of the center of the aura, which is the position of the kidnapper's torso. After all, reality is different from the game, where you can still be alive and kicking as long as you have enough health.

In reality, once you're shot and feel the bullet enter your body, even the strongest and luckiest person will have almost no chance to resist, unless their willpower is far beyond that of an ordinary person.

boom!

The loud noise of the door being kicked open finally drowned out the roar of the downpour. The four people inside were startled by the commotion and stood there stunned for a moment.

However, it was in this moment of stunned silence that...

Gunshots rang out, blood splattered on the floor, and the kidnapper who had been shot in the abdomen clutched his stomach, his face contorted in intense pain, before collapsing straight to the ground.

"Yor—!" The man in black, sitting in the chair, shouted his accomplice's name, then grabbed the pistol lying on the table, ready to kill the damned guy in front of the door.

However, this action seemed somewhat slow to Philip, who had already subconsciously prepared for it.

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

While the guys were still stunned, Philip quickly stepped forward and knocked them all unconscious. He then stripped off their coats and roughly and simply applied first aid to stop the bleeding before approaching the bound boy.

"Young Master Elliott?"

The little boy, who was tied up in the chair, was trembling uncontrollably, seemingly still recovering from the fight. It wasn't until he heard the familiar address that had always brought him comfort that his lifeless eyes regained their color: "Yes, yes."

Philip casually picked up a small knife from the side, cut the rope for Elliot, and then patted him on the shoulder:

"Elliott, this is an emergency. I don't have time to comfort you. If you're sure there are only four kidnappers, go outside now, grab that white umbrella, and find the patrolling police. Ask them to handle this. Can you do that?"

Little Elliot was initially afraid and wanted to say something, but after seeing Philip's serious and somewhat hurried expression, he obediently nodded and took a step to run out.

"etc."

However, seeing the 200 pounds walking out of his sight, Philip, who had seen too many melodramatic plot twists, changed his mind again. He pressed down on Elliott's shoulder, silenced him, and whispered, "Fine, you go and hide at the bottom of the stairs on the second floor. If anything seems amiss, call for help immediately."

After settling the only hindrance on the field and handing the kidnapper his pistol, Philip didn't waste any 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 sensation from his palm made him frown, because there was clearly something blocking the door from inside. Judging from his feeling, it seemed to have been hastily set up after the sound of the door being broken down, and it wasn't difficult to get through.

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

boom!boom!

With two gunshots, the previously intact door lock fell to the ground with a clang, and Philip turned sideways, crashing directly into the door.

Click!

The broken door panel fell, and Philip finally saw what was inside:

An elderly woman with black and white skin lay in a rocking chair, her eyes completely vacant, dark red blood dripping onto the floor from her darkened skin and the gently rocking chair.

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

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Philip's gaze swept over the notebook but didn't linger. Instead, he turned to the young man in front of him, who also had black hair and blue eyes, and said, "Sir, you have broken the law."

"And it's a murder case, so you'd better surrender now, or I have no reason to spare your life."

"Get out!" Riel Bieber gritted his teeth, managing to utter the word with great restraint.

"So there's no room for negotiation then?"

Philip spoke casually, but his hand rose steadily and quickly, aimed at the young man in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

Before Riel Bieber could get out of the way completely, the bullet had already grazed his left shoulder, leaving a mark on the window behind him as blood splattered.

After being shot, he stared blankly at his bleeding wound, then his body suddenly began to tremble. After a brief, painful whimper, his whole body began to swell.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Upon witnessing this strange phenomenon and realizing something was wrong, Philip immediately emptied his magazine, firing all five bullets into the other man's body. However, the expected blood was mixed with a grayish-white viscous liquid.

The air was filled with the smell of decay.

(End of this chapter)