At this time, the old Dunling can be regarded as entering spring, and the hazy drizzle fell from the sky, so 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 fasten his clothes, most of the pedestrians on the road were like him, long clothes covered most of his body, Old Dunling was an industrial city, the air was full of spilled filth particles, such clothes could block it well.

It's an interesting city, it's hard for newcomers to accept this, industrial pollution is corroding the city, but the vigorous power of the core is constantly making the city progress, destruction and rebirth are with you, the eliminated part is put into the abyss at the bottom, and the new technology is constantly built on this corpse, and so on.

Samuel was curious about a city that existed only in the mouths of others, and now he has come to realize the difference between it and the Emerald.

Although Lorenzo Medici died and the Golden Age he led came to an end, some wealth was preserved from that era, which became the cornerstone of the arts, and the humanities and arts of Emerald continued to rise.

Melodious melodies, exquisite paintings, in the poet's singing, the perfect combination of Fei Leng Cui and faith, although in today's eyes, it is a little backward, but the backward sacred, on the contrary, the white is fascinating, full of psychedelic and holy colors.

But now he is in the old Dunling is completely different from it, the city has not the slightest romance and dream, only the dignified iron gray, from the sky to the earth is covered by this gray mist, it is full of everywhere, and it is one with the city.

There is no room for any illusions, there is only absolute cold truth, suffocation and despair, but also full of progress and dawn.

Samuel coughed hard, as a stranger he couldn't stand the air of Old Dunling, it was cold and damp, it smelled of rust, and sometimes breathing was torture.

As a member of the mission, Anthony's deputy, this old Dunling was a tiger's den to Samur, and although there was nothing now, he always suspected that someone was watching him vigilantly somewhere.

The purifiers were so wary of them that after welcoming the mission, it was as if they were under house arrest in the embassy, and there were no activities for them to attend, so they could only stay in the embassy honestly, and in the middle of the night there would be a carriage coming, and the person in charge named Arthur would talk to Anthony alone, and Samuel did not know what they were talking about.

He really couldn't bear this kind of life, of course, it was more of a curiosity about the old Dunling, and after getting Anthony's consent, he finally had the opportunity to come out and have a look, although he couldn't go too far, but it was enough.

Samuel could feel the gaze that was there, those were watching him, after all, he was a witcher, he had dangerous secret blood flowing through him, and he didn't have the silver bolt to bind him.

Unlike regular witchers, the new generation of witchers like Samuel don't have much time to train because of their urgent needs, and their mastery of power is not subtle, but it is enough to cope with ordinary work.

However, there will always be some talented people, just like swordsmanship geniuses, who can easily defeat the master with the first sword hand, and there are also such people in the new generation of witchers, and this forbidden power is so docile in his hands.

Samur had only seen that person on the list, unlike himself, he was the first witcher to infiltrate, judging by the flow of the mission, they had been infiltrating the city for many days, and now Samuel has not had a chance to get in touch with them because of the monitoring of the purification agency.

Walking to the corner of the street, although the city is so gloomy and cold, it is a place to rest after all, Samur bought a newspaper and went to the street restaurant to sit down, ready to eat and see what was happening in the city.

"What do you want, guest?" the waiter asked Samuel politely.

Samuel didn't answer in a hurry, but took a closer look at the menu, he always felt that there would be no overly good meals in an industrial city like Old Dunling, which could also be his prejudice.

"Guest, you've just arrived in Old Dunling. ”

Seeing that Samur hesitated, the waiter asked.

"Well, I'm from Philemerald. Samur replied casually as he looked at the menu.

"Oh oh, that's a nice place, it's sunny, right? ”

Samuel thought for a moment, "Almost, at least much brighter than the old Dunling." ”

"That's nice. The waiter lamented that there were few opportunities to see clear skies in Old Dunling, and that it was always so gloomy.

"Would you like me to recommend a special dish for you? ”

After watching Samuel pick for a long time, the waiter said again.

Hearing him say this, Samur thought it was okay, so he put down the menu, "Then you can order it for me, after all, it's the first time I've come to Old Dunling, and I haven't tried many things." ”

The waiter motioned to Samuel, looking like he was wrapped around him.

With that out of the way, Samuel found a suitable place to sit down, and through the window he could see everything about the street, and it would be nice to eat here.

It takes some time to serve the meal, and during this time, Samuel was ready to read the newspaper, but as soon as he opened a line of large characters, it was revealed, and on the black and white pictures, there were paragraphs of words full of fear and suspense, but he didn't expect the daily life of Old Dunling to be so exciting, Samuel read it with some curiosity.

"Yesterday there was a heinous robbery in the inner city......"

As he whispers to the book, the black-and-white paper begins to overlap with reality, time moves forward, and the pedestrians on the road seem to be reversed, and everything begins to trace back to the source.

Until the sun rises, everything freezes to the time of the crime, and time flows again.

In this retrospective picture, the man slowly walked onto the stage.

Dressed in a heavy coat covered in stains and dust, Niebel hurried down the street, his eyes strangely sunken and bright in the darkness.

Some pedestrians noticed him, but as if they were hiding from something, after a brief exchange of glances with him, they all got out of the way, and Nibel looked very bad, as if he hadn't slept well for dozens of days, his cheeks sunken and bloodless.

People like him are common, and generally people who have been injected with hallucinogens for a long time will become like this, and hallucinogens are obviously not a good thing, let alone in the inner city, although those nobles also use it, but in order to protect the apparent glory, they will still vainly lash out at 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, as if his previous life was an illusory bubble, and he has only now really lived.

He can do what he wants, he can get what he wants, and at the moment there is a pistol hidden under his clothes, it is full of bullets, and as long as he holds it tightly, even Nibel can become the monarch of the world for a short time.

Nibel walked directly to the bank, his appearance naturally attracted the attention of the security guards, not to mention this person's dusty clothes, looking at his face, the security guards could also see his problem at a glance, like a mentally ill person who had drunk too much, so people had to be wary of what he wanted to do.

"Mr. ......"

The other security guard, with due courtesy and equanimity, tried to persuade the strange man to leave without causing any quarrel.

"What's wrong!"

Niebel replied with some emotion, he looked very happy, and the sickly smile on his face made people shiver coldly.

"It's a nice sunny day, isn't it!"

Nibel was very happy, which made the security guard a little puzzled, there was no such thing as a sunny place in the old Dunling, but before he could react more, the pain of tearing came from his abdomen.

Looking down, Niebel had already struck at some point, and the dagger stabbed into the guard's abdomen, and with the twist of his wrist, more intense pain came from it.

"Ah......h

The security guard inhaled hard, the fear of death made him unable to even scream in pain, and at this moment these abnormal movements had attracted the attention of the rest of the people, and the remaining security guards took out their pistols and pointed them at Nibel to warn him.

Nibel was directly close to the security guard in front of him, and the two of them overlapped each other, which made the rest of the people dare not shoot rashly, which gave Nibel a chance, he looked like a madman, and he seemed to be staggering when he walked, but the marksmanship was outrageously accurate in this mental trance.

A few gunshots rang out, and Nibel directly knocked down the rest of the security guards, there are not many security forces here, after all, this is an inner city, there are mounted police patrolling all the time, and no one will not want to commit crimes here.

But it was as if Nibel had premeditated, the Mounties had already left the area and would not return in a few minutes, and the sound of the shots had already attracted the attention of some people, and he could hear the incessant sound of the iron whistles, and the Mounties were rushing towards it.

Time was enough, short but enough for Nibel.

He led the wounded security guard into the bank, which was now empty, and the clerk pulled down the bars, which were like a fortress, blocking Nibel's advance.

Nibel looked a little lost, and sure enough, he had to prepare in advance for such a thing as robbing a bank, and his actions at this time would always be full of problems.

"You don't have a chance, get out of here!"

Someone shouted at him from behind the bar.

Bank robbery is a very professional thing, not a neurotic person, who can do it with courage after drinking too much.

The same was true of Nebel, who stood in the empty hall with the security guards in his arms, looking a little lost, and the muscles of his face stiffened together, but suddenly he laughed wildly.

"In fact, sometimes people don't care about the result, but the process, the happiness in the process, just like sometimes you enjoy the process of eating more than a full stomach, the sweet pleasure of the mouth. ”

"yes, that's right!"

He yelled at the security guard, but the security guard didn't have the strength to reply to him, because he was pale from the blood loss, and he might have fallen down if it weren't for Nibel's hostage.

"Everyone is a combustible flame, everyone has the opportunity to burn hotly, but because of one damn event, you can only live quietly, isn't it?"

He stared at the security guard's eyes, tugged at his collar, and questioned him loudly.

"You've also thought about such a day, right, enough of a tired and mediocre life, suddenly going crazy, picking up a gun and killing your colleague, and then robbing a bank, killing people...... All in all!"

Like a madman talking to a dead object, the security guard had already fainted, his body softened, and he collapsed without strength.

Niebel was stunned for a moment, then angrily beat the fallen body, as if that was not enough, he shot behind the bar, emptying all the bullets.

Then he ran as hard as he could, clutching the iron railing and trying to squeeze himself through the narrow gap.

"I see you! I see you!"

He saw the saleswoman hiding under the table, yelling excitedly, squeezing his face hard, his eyeballs were bloodshot and bulging because of the pressure, the woman was frightened just by looking back, there were men trying to stop him, they were inside the bar, and Nibel had dropped the empty pistol, he had no need to be afraid of anything.

The man tried to punch Nibel in the face, but Nibel was faster than him, and while withdrawing from his body, his other hand reached over and grabbed the man, this sick body had a terrible power, and the man's arm was pulled out by him, and then Nibel bit down mercilessly.

The screams of pain and the sound of flesh tearing, along with the clothes, Nibel bit down on the large mouthful of flesh, the blood stained the corners of his mouth red, and then he spat out the flesh with all his might.

Bright red blood colored his pale face, and he looked mad.

"Just like that, I just enjoy the process, the process of changing, the change is difficult, but it's worth the try to save your soul from that rotten cage!"

He screamed in surprise and poked his head back again.

"Give it a try, friend, say goodbye to your mediocre and boring life!"

The man clutched his injured hand in pain, he ignored Nibel, the iron whistle was close at hand, the mounted police had already arrived, they broke down the door, well-equipped, loading and warning, Nibel slowly turned his head, the crazy expression suddenly weakened, for a moment he seemed to be normal, followed by crying.

Nibel knelt down with his hands raised and wept bitterly.

"Please, help me!"

No one knew what was going on with this sudden disappearance, and the Mounties warned him, but Niebel's hand trembled and undressed him, revealing the explosives underneath him, which were tied around his abdomen, with a funny alarm clock hanging on it, and the red hands were about to come to an end.

The madman was gone, and he wept like an ordinary man, praying for salvation.

"He forced me!

Nibel shouted repeatedly, tears running down the blood from the corners of his mouth, like a sinner begging for forgiveness.