After leaving the bar, the man in the trench coat did not leave in a taxi for fear of being discovered, but walked around the city with his legs.

Because the bar was closed, the death of the owner, Isaac, would not be discovered until at least the next morning, after the waiter went to work, and before that, the man in the trench coat had eight or nine hours to escape.

Circling around, the man in the trench coat walked around the city for hours before he knew it.

Suddenly, a stranger sprang out of the side and crashed into him.

"Hey, be careful." The man in the trench coat said dissatisfiedly.

The stranger looked strange and seemed to be in a hurry, so he didn't pay attention to the man in the trench coat, and just lowered his head and walked away without saying a word.

Seeing the other party's hurried steps, the man in the trench coat didn't pay much attention.

Then. He looked around and found himself in an alley.

The houses on both sides were only four or five stories high, looking a little old, and in the alleys strewn with some canned waste paper, a few old motorcycles and bicycles were parked, and the street lamps hanging on the walls were constantly glowing dimly.

"Shouldn't I go back to the hotel?" The man in the trench coat scratched his head through his hat: "Where is this?" It doesn't seem to be in the city anymore. ”

The hotel where the man in the trench coat stays is supposed to be in one of the urban areas, where there is a large park on the main road, and the neighborhood is full of high-rise buildings of tens to tens of floors, but it looks very different here.

The man in the trench coat looked helpless, he found himself lost again, and accidentally walked to the old town, far from the city center.

"It's a real headache, I obviously looked at the map before I went out." The man in the trench coat said with some confusion, and then reached into the pocket of the trench coat and searched: "Huh? What about the map? Why is it gone? ”

After finding that the right pocket was empty, he immediately searched all the pockets on his body, and found that not only the map was missing, but also his wallet.

"Where has everything gone......... Well? Well!! Could it be that guy just now?? The man in the trench coat thought for a moment, and immediately remembered the stranger who had just walked in a hurry.

That guy must be a thief, recalling the strange look of the other party at the time, the more the man in the trench coat thought about it, the more he looked like that, and then the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

But in any case, it's too late to think about it, and that guy must have run away.

"It's unlucky." Finally, the man in the trench coat with his arms folded sighed and muttered helplessly.

"Yes, you're going to be out of luck." At this time, the sound of speech suddenly came from the depths of the originally silent alley.

Hearing this, the man in the trench coat raised his head and looked ahead.

With the sound of footsteps, I saw two young men come out of the shadows, exposed to the light.

The visitors were all about twenty years old, dressed in ordinary sports casual clothes, one with a smile on his face but full of arrogance, and the other with expressionless eyes but sharp eyes.

Before the other party could say anything, the man in the trench coat felt that the person who came was not good, who made the two of them look ill-willed, and the eyes were like staring at the prey, and they almost didn't have the purpose engraved on their faces.

"You're the corpse-splitting killer you've been on the news lately?" The arrogant man asked straight to the point.

"Who are you?" The man in the trench coat didn't affirm or deny it, but just asked rhetorically.

The arrogant man smiled disdainfully, feeling that the other party did not dare to admit it.

"Don't try to deny it, even if you deny it, it's useless, because the two of us have already recognized your true identity, you fellow murderer."

"Do you know that we have been looking for you for a long time, and we originally wanted to ambush you in the hotel where you stayed, but I didn't expect you to be quite alert, and you were able to find and escape in advance." The arrogant man's companion, with shoulder-length blue hair, took over from the side.

"Although you are hiding in the city and running around, it is a pity that it is useless." The arrogant man said smugly, "It's not that we have found it yet. ”

"You can't escape." The blue-haired man added.

"That's right, you have no escape." The arrogant man pointed to the man in the trench coat and said.

When did I find you, and when did I go into hiding...... Ahem, and why should I run away from you? The man in the trench coat said inwardly.

The two guys in front of him are like playing double reeds, you and I are saying a word, and the man in the trench coat couldn't find a chance to speak just now.

"Are you done?" When the two of them stopped, the man in the trench coat asked.

Well? The arrogant man and the blue-haired man raised their eyebrows and looked at him.

"If that's all that, then I'll go." With that, the man in the trench coat turned around and was about to leave.

The two little kids, who didn't have any hair, looked like a psychopath, and stopped him in the middle of the night and said a bunch of inexplicable things.

He was now having a headache about how to get back to the hotel, how could he take care of them, so he didn't take their words to heart just now.

Now that they were done, he naturally turned around and left.

"Where do you want to run?" When the arrogant man saw that the man in the trench coat was about to turn away, he immediately shouted violently.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and a blazing flame formed in the palm of his hand, and he immediately threw it out.

As soon as the flame left his palm, it turned into a fireball and slashed past the man in the trench coat, hitting the trash can in the corner, and the iron trash can was instantly knocked off the ground, ping-pong into the wall and the ground, and finally rolled into the distance.

Seeing this, the man in the trench coat narrowed his eyes, and suddenly stopped, he slowly turned around to look at the two, his eyes focused, and then he began to look at each other.

"Murderer, will we allow you to leave?"

"You're a Stranger?" Ignoring the other party's threat, the man in the trench coat stared at the other party's hand and asked, at this time, there was still a spark left in the other party's right palm, which was flashing and beating like a firefly.

"Anomalous ones? You are wrong, you should call us the Awakened. The arrogant man frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the title of Adept: "We are evolutionaries, pioneers who are ahead of humanity, and members of the awakening talent from the chaotic and ignorant crowd. ”

"Tsk." The man in the trench coat was noncommittal: "It's this set again, is there any difference?" ”

"Don't forget, you're one of us, we're born different, don't you even have this awareness?" The blue-haired man said.

"Is every guy who calls himself an Awakened one who has the same abnormal brain as you two?"

"Who do you say is abnormal?" The arrogant man said angrily.

"You murderer who splits up corpses every time is not qualified to talk about us." The blue-haired man stabbed back.

"Who told you that I was dismembered every time, I don't have such a bad taste."

"Are you finally willing to admit who you are?"

"I've never denied it." The man in the trench coat shook his head, then looked at them and said word by word, "Whether it's a supernatural or not." Awakened or not, in my eyes, you are all cancers of the world, and I still wish you would take the initiative to show up, and save me from looking for them one by one. ”

"Do you want to kill us like everyone else?" The arrogant man said confidently, "I think you've found the wrong person." ”

"Farr, don't talk nonsense with him, let's do it quickly." The blue-haired man said to his companion.

"Okay Slaughter, I'll listen to you."

With that, more flames gradually rose on the arrogant man Farr, and the surface of the blue-haired man Slaughter's body began to condense a thin layer of hoarfrost, and he looked ready to go.

"Wait." Just when the other party was about to make a move, the man in the trench coat suddenly raised his hand and said.

"You want to beg for mercy, don't you?"

"It's too late to beg for mercy."

The two sang and said in harmony.

"Don't be in such a hurry, there are still people who haven't played." The man in the trench coat said in a slightly louder voice.

"Who?" The two of them asked at the same time, looking puzzled.

"Sneaky guys, how long do you want to hide?" The trench coat man said as he looked into the corner.