[Hunting] The trip

Chapter 1 People without a fixed home

01

I am aimless, I meet you who are boundless

The sky full of stars on the clear water

full to overflowing

meteor rain

02

He enjoys alone time.

With his feet resting on the broad solid yellow wood tabletop and his body sunk in the armchair, he rocked back and forth leisurely.

The two chair legs were suspended in the air, and the dust below was raised.

Sitting under the wooden bookshelf like the deep sea, the pale light is like a scene in a vampire castle, penetrating through the high skylight, scattering on the resplendent murals, the dust is cruising, shining, and the beam of light cuts diagonally above his head, The scattered rays of light didn't affect him at all.

The fuzzy area between light and shadow is an existence that is more difficult to distinguish than darkness.

Light and rhythmic vibrations came, straight as a blade, firmly and recklessly stepped into his defense range.Through the old wooden floor, there is no sound, but you can really feel it.

He didn't take his eyes off the album in his hand.

Right on the page where the angel was killed.

He doesn't need to look at the person coming, just like killing people doesn't need to remember the other person's face.

Chopping melons and vegetables is just a matter of convenience.

A pair of legs wearing silver-gray sneakers and cropped khaki slacks came into his field of vision.

The golden eyes narrowed slightly, likened to a cat whose pupils had already stood upright.

coming.

Those are the slender legs unique to women.

Then a slender, pale hand crossed his eyes.

It's close, but not close enough.Faster than him, no one is faster than him.

A woman's hand fell on a brass lamp on the table in front of him.

Slap.Soft fingers pull the cord that hangs from the lamp.

The desk lamp became brighter, and the orange halo gave people the illusion of warmth.

"Hi," the woman's waist leaned against the edge of the table, and her voice softly slid past his ears, "The desk lamp can be turned on."

Tsk!He knows it, he likes it.Why do you care about him!

"I found the book you want." Then she said excitedly.

His fingers relaxed and closed again on the yellowed pages, and the raised veins disappeared under the white skin on the back of his hand along with the murderous aura.

Then the young woman put down the hardcover book she had just held between her arms, put it lightly on the table, swung her hands gracefully, and pushed the book to his hand.

He took it casually.

At the same time, the woman pulled away his diagonal chair and sat down lightly, as happy as a little squirrel finding a pine cone for the winter.

"What do you think?"

Opening it, he slowly grinned, hiding it in his collar, with a unique coldness in his smile.

"Not bad!"

03

The private library in the small town of Melk has a larger collection of books than the municipal library.Because it was jointly funded and built by several local rich people to repay the hometown where they were born.The result of the generosity is that the overall building is grand and magnificent. The large terrace on the outside of the second floor can overlook the winding style of the whole town. The interior is full of complicated Baroque murals and statue decorations. Some books are so precious that they can only be used as exhibits. .

Even the brass desk lamp in front of him, with its exaggerated lines and multiple angles, is full of Rococo luxury.

This is not the point.

The point is, why would he be bored in the library, doing something that only the head of the group likes to do.

Obviously Diablo [-] has not been played and cleared.

It is self-inflicted.

Three days ago, on a train crossing the wide river of Melk, Feitan witnessed a murder.To be precise, it was a murder scene, and the prisoner had already fled.It happened to arrive at the train station in the small town of Melk at that time.The prisoner disappeared among the crowd getting out of the car.

There were not many people in that section of the carriage, only two or three kittens.

After the incident, they all retreated to other carriages, and the entrances of the carriages were crowded with car police, waste with weak hands and feet.

"Get out of the way." His vague words, because of the extremely cold tone, made the so-called policemen in the peaceful country instinctively sweat, and before they could react, their bodies obediently stuck to the edge of the iron box.He didn't care about the person behind him, and was as short as a ten-year-old child.

Feitan steps into a world of blood and corpses.This place seems to have experienced a world war, with traces of fighting everywhere.For others, the shocking scene, he is as if nothing happened.

But he didn't come here on purpose.just pass by.Who said that only odd-numbered cars are equipped with toilets.

When I came back, I stopped by to replenish snacks, gnawed on potato chips and walked past indifferently, without moving the corners of my eyes or brows.

Until the bloody hand grabbed his black boots with the last bit of strength, Fei Tan slowed down his pace, his golden pupils coldly shifted downwards, and in the morning light from the side of the car, his pupils glowed slightly. The light is opaque, with a cold and smooth texture.

"Help me, kill him!" The extremely resentful male voice crawled into the ears like poisonous spider threads.Fei Tan stood sideways, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, giving the impression that he had malicious intentions. Then he took the bag of potato chips and squatted down to look at the dying man.

The man's body was pierced with several blood holes, and blood was bubbling out. Beside him was a middle-aged woman with a blooming head.They appear to be a couple.

Fei Tan didn't do anything, just quietly watched the man who was about to turn into a corpse.

The man struggled to take out a wallet from his pocket, opened it with difficulty, and inside was an old and yellowed photo, it was a cute little girl with light blond hair and emerald eyes.

"My daughter, they snatched away... them, the maple leaf logo, kill them, kill..." The last words with confusing meanings were left behind, and the man fell into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss.

Feitan turned his head sideways, his dark blue half-length hair swayed, his slender eyes slowly opened, and the golden light shone.In a second, he shot.

The hand was shaped like a knife, cutting through the air, and a slight wind blew up, which quickly crushed the man's cervical spine. The man died instantly without any pain.

His speed was indistinguishable to the naked eye, so that the onlookers could not detect his small movements.I only saw this child (Dongwu) or a young man talking with the victim, and then he took the wallet from the victim, stood up again, turned around and left without hesitation.

Those who looked at him at that time seemed to hear his muttering.

"...a desperately struggling man, hey, it would be nice to kill someone for you..."

04

Feitan gets off at Melk Town Station.

I found the only maple leaf logo clues in the computer investigation, but I didn't expect to find a lot of things.At least he knew it was a mafia organization that specialized in human trafficking, especially women and children.It was the result of hearsay that the members of the organization were found to be active in the library and its surrounding areas in the town.

Don't even bother to ask.

There are few people in the small town, so outsiders look dazzling.There is a clear distinction between tourists and locals.

What's more, the murder case just happened, and the town is in a state of total martial law.It sounds serious, but looking around, it's just an extra seven-member patrol team, patrolling along the main street of the town and its surroundings.

Wearing exaggerated red medieval guard uniforms like costumes, with tall black hat brims pressing on the eyes, I don't know if they can see the surroundings clearly. They are carrying old-fashioned rifles|guns and beautifully decorated machetes. Go forward and walk on the gravel street.

The momentum is very full, aggressive and aggressive.The sound of taking pictures one after another surrounds.

Feitan avoided it in disgust, and turned into a narrow sloping alley before meeting the seven-member patrol and the accompanying spectators around him.The alley is still on a gravel floor, and there are traditional dwellings with light yellow exterior walls and red sloping roofs on both sides. The alley goes up obliquely, and at the highest point, only the bright blue sky and the occasional airship passing by can be seen.

There are many terraces and semi-open window sills on both sides of the alley, some of which will be equipped with black rose wrought iron fences, and some will only hang potted plants on the top of the windowsills. Long green vines hang down from four or five potted plants, like pouring small Fall.The new green egg-shaped leaves stretch out, densely blocking the sight of passers-by, bringing a fresh breath of spring.

Occasionally, the residents leaning against the side door to chat, or sitting on the bench to rest, cast curious eyes on Feitan who unfortunately broke in.

He was dressed in dark clothes, and the stand-up collar of the long-sleeved thin windbreaker covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of slender cold eyes.The back of the windbreaker is printed with a bloody skull that has been pierced by a cross, and the black trouser legs are tightly tucked into the boots. When you look at it suddenly, you only need to wear shiny nose stud earrings on your brows and nose. Decadent and decadent.

He doesn't fit in with the atmosphere here.Even if he didn't take it seriously, it was a fact that he was not feeling well.

Look at these people again, after the sensational murder case, their eyes are only curious, not vigilant.What a group of guys with no sense of crisis.

Fei Tan must not have thought at the time that his childlike stature could easily paralyze people's vigilance.