Call!

Lu Sheng's hand was empty, and Rowling disappeared again.

Boom!!

There was another muffled sound, and Lu Sheng turned around and whipped his leg, hitting the waist of Rowling, who had just appeared. She flew out and rolled off against the door.

"It's useless...."Lu Sheng slowly approached.

Suddenly, a kitchen knife flew from behind him at high speed.

Lu Sheng tilted his head slightly, and the kitchen knife wiped his hair and slashed into the wall in front of him.

He looked in front of him again, and sure enough, Rowling was gone again.

Turning around, Rowling was standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a metal fork in her hand and smiling eerily at him.

Suddenly, Lu Sheng's heart jumped, he lowered his head suddenly, and a trace of black gas whistled from behind him, just passing directly above his head.

If he hadn't lowered his head just now, then this trace of black qi would have shot right into the back of his head.

Looking up again, Lu Sheng watched as the trace of black qi flew right into Rowling's injured wound, attached to it, and quickly turned into flesh and healed the injury.

"How the hell is this fighting!?" The other party has supernatural powers, and he can't be killed, he can only use an ordinary person's body.

And after the big action confrontation just now, he is already a little out of breath now. Obviously, Jack's physical strength is simply not enough to support so much confrontation consumption. He kind of got a taste of the previous opponents who had played against him.

However, to his surprise, the other party did not pounce again. Instead, he stood quietly at the door, looking at him expressionlessly.

Slowly, the corners of Rowling's mouth brought a strange smile again.

Call!

This time, Lu Sheng completely lost Rowling's figure.

At the same time, his ears gradually appeared with a variety of other heavy sounds. The horns of cars outside, the faint sounds of children crying upstairs and downstairs and the coughing of old people, and the occasional meow of some cats and dogs.

A large number of sounds burst out as if the start button had been pressed.

Lu Sheng casually held a kitchen knife in his hand and looked around carefully, this time Rowling did not appear again.

Walking to the kitchen door, he looked left and right in the hallway, but saw no figure.

There was also silence in the living room.

Lu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the living room and began to look for clues that might be left behind. Especially the round snake-eyed symbol from before.

But he couldn't find the symbol, and in a small closet in the living room, he found a red-shelled booklet.

Written on the top of the kitchen materials.

I opened it and looked at it, and it was full of some experiences in cooking every day, as well as the usage and dosage of various dishes.

'Three-quarters of avocados, 110 grams of screw noodles, 100 grams of snow peas, 100 grams of asparagus, 3 tablespoons of olive oil, a small amount of pepper...'

The ingredients of various dishes are recorded on it, and you can see that the handwriting on it is quite sloppy, but you can still feel a trace of detail, which should be Rowling's handwriting.

Lu Sheng slowly scrolled through the pamphlet. Suddenly, he moved.

There is a photograph on the middle page of the booklet.

He pulled out the photo and looked at it, and it was a photo of Rowling and her husband Jayne.

The two stood on the warm beach, Rowling's hand around Jayne's neck, a bright, happy smile on her face.

Looking at the photo fixedly, Lu Sheng suddenly couldn't help but think of himself, Chen Yunxi...

"Perhaps... If it weren't for me, Yun Xi would still be an ordinary person, and she would have been able to live a better life..."He put away the photo. Thinking of Chen Yunxi's death in the accident, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Continue to read the booklet, and below are still some records of various dishes.

Flipping and turning, suddenly he paused slightly.

'Have you ever felt lonely?'

In the booklet, between a bunch of dishes, such a sentence suddenly appeared.

Lu Sheng stared at this sentence for a while.

Flipping back, he found no other anomalies.

However, judging from this sentence, Rowling has a problem, and there should have been signs of it very early.

After picking up the pamphlet, Lu Sheng flipped through it carefully, and found no clues, he entered the bedroom at the scene of the murder again, and the bedroom had already been cleaned by the police detectives, and nothing was left.

Lu Sheng vigilantly checked it, and finally made sure that there was nothing, so he slowly exited the bedroom.

Cautiously returning to the corridor at the exit, Lu Sheng twisted the doorknob, walked out, closed the door with his backhand, he looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no problem, he slowly went downstairs.

When you walk around the corner of the stairs.

Click.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door of Rowling's house.

Locked up!?

Lu Sheng's heart sank, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the door. There was still no movement, as if the voice he had just heard was just an illusion.

Taking a deep breath, he quickened his pace and walked downstairs to the door of Jack's house, pulling out his key and trying to open it.

But the key was inserted and twisted, and the inside was actually locked, and it was locked from the inside out. This lock method cannot be opened from the outside at all.

Lu Sheng already felt something wrong in his heart, he thought of the man who looked exactly like Jack when he went upstairs just now, opened the door and walked into Jack's house, and he vaguely understood something in his heart.

Just as he was about to pull out the key, he suddenly twisted it one last time.

Click.

The lock is open.

Lu Sheng was slightly stunned, and then pulled the door out, the door was obviously unlocked, but the door panel was not very open, as if it was ..... It was as if someone inside was holding on to the handle with their hands to prevent the door from opening.

Lu Sheng pulled hard a few times, and the crack of the door had been pulled open as wide as a finger, but it seemed that someone was wrestling with him, and he couldn't pull it open if he pulled it again, but was still slowly pulling it back.

He paused suddenly, faintly hearing the faint sound of breathing on the inside of the door.

"What the hell are you!?" Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice.

There was no answer.

There was just silence on the other side of the door.

Lu Sheng vaguely felt a hint of inexplicable familiarity. This sense of familiarity seems to have been felt somewhere, or rather seen.

After thinking about it, he let go and let the door slam shut.

Turning around, he stammered and quickly went downstairs. Without looking back, he walked into the distance.

This place is no longer available.

He carefully perceived the rules of this world, the rules here were so strict and the intensity was suppressed so greatly, it was simply not like a low-level world with a large flow of time.

It can even be said that many of the rules are almost the same as those of the Heavenly Demon Realm, whether it is strength or rigor, the rules of this world are far from being comparable to those worlds that have descended before.

Walking on the street, Lu Sheng's eyes were lowered, and he swept over the passers-by who walked by him from time to time.

Laughing couples, loving couples, horse-drawn carriages parked on the side of the road, colorful graffiti on the walls.

There are also places where the Union Jack is hung above the street with strings.

"This is London.... But I don't know if it's the London I know. Lu Sheng raised his head and looked at the small national flags that were exactly the same as in his memory.

He quickened his pace, and soon a slightly old carriage came to the side of the street, and he stepped forward to stop it, and stepped on it.

"Sir, where are you going?" asked the coachman, turning his head.

Lu Sheng thought for a moment.

"Jones Seventy-Three. ”

"Okay, sit tight. ”

The carriage moved slowly.

Lu Sheng leaned back on the car seat, and only then did he completely relax. As soon as he really relaxed, he felt a sore muscle in his body, and his arms and legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they were too heavy.

And the lungs are also hot, the elbows and calves should be swollen, and without long-term combat training and resistance training, the muscles and skin on Jack's body are far less tough than the professionals.

This kind of ordinary people's skin, a little more force will knock out bruises.

"It's too weak.... You have to start exercising as soon as possible!" Lu Sheng exhaled, he hadn't felt this kind of body ache for a long time.

He tried to lean his back on the seat as much as possible, so that his back could rely on things as much as possible.

73 Jones Road, directly opposite the London Police. It is also where he usually goes to work.

Usually when they take a carriage, they say this address, not directly the police station.

On the one hand, there is a little bit of avoidance, and on the other hand, there is a special attached staff dormitory opposite the police station.

There is no way to live at home, and he can only live in his corresponding staff dormitory first, and he will be there for the time being.

"I can't go back home, I don't have enough money on me..."Lu Sheng took out Jack's wallet and rummaged through it, leaving thirteen pounds plus some change. The rest of the money is in a drawer in the closet at home, and now I can't go back, but I can't take it out and use it.

"Now I can't mobilize a trace of earthly energy, and I can't open the sea pearl, and I can't take out any of the gold bars and jewelry prepared inside.... It seems that you can only rely on yourself. Lu Sheng was a little helpless.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and after about ten minutes, it slowly stopped in front of a square building of brown and red bricks.

There are also police officers in black uniforms and high hats patrolling the entrance to the building, with batons and pistols pinned to shiny belts around their waists. All of them have more or less mustaches, and their expressions are high-spirited, with the solemnity and overlook characteristic of the power apparatus.

Lu Sheng swept his eyes, paid and jumped out of the carriage, and walked towards the gate of the police station.

The London police in this era were not the period when the legal system was much more perfect, and the power of the police at this time was far greater than that of the police in the future.

Lu Sheng learned from Jack's memory that the National Police Agency was recently being restructured, and it seemed that it was going to cooperate with the national judicial reform. From time to time, inspectors come down to check on the situation, which is why these patrolmen work so hard.

Boom.

A few steps after he walked out, a newsboy panicked out of nowhere and bumped into a patrolman.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" The little newsboy's face turned pale, and he immediately hurriedly apologized and bowed.

"Are you trying to attack the police?" the big-bellied patrolman glared, grabbed the newsboy's collar, and almost lifted him up.

"Okay, Buddy, what's wrong with a kid. Lu Sheng strode over.

"Jack, aren't you going back? shouldn't you be on the night shift today?"

"No way, I don't want to live at home. Lu Sheng shrugged with an unlucky stinky face.