Xiao Yan frowned slightly, sat down quietly, looked at the dim space in front of him, and began a new round of thinking in his mind.

"The danger is not over, now is just the beginning, that's for sure."

"The residents of the three-story house are at least the wealthy class, and now the neighborhood is so desolate that it has nothing to do with the existence of these guys."

"These guys will attack people who are lonely, and they have to find a solution as soon as possible."

Xiao Yan lowered his gaze, only then did he realize that he hadn't read the newspaper he had snatched from the homeless man just now, he lowered his head and looked at the newspaper eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes jumped slightly.

London, 5 November 1888.

What was in London in 1888?

Xiao Yan shook his head slightly, the book he saw just now seemed to be recorded in Zuihou, but now was not the time to think about these things, because he followed the direction of reading the newspaper and saw a completely cracked leather shoe, which was the shoe on his right foot.

Once upon a time, the owner of the suit had a jolt with some enemy here, and his shoes were thrown off, and the owner was bound by ropes similar to the one before, and then in the constant struggle, he crashed into several houses, and was slowly dragged down the second floor, and the long bloody finger scratch between the second and third floors appeared in the process.

At the top of the stairs on the second floor, the owner tried in vain to make a Zuihou struggle.

He tried to do something on his tiptoes, but it was a struggle on the part of Zuihou, and the resistance was ineffective, and he was eventually killed and dragged away by the rope.

The handprints on the handrail leading to the second floor on the first floor and the footprints left on the second floor can prove this, the handprints are very large, and the toe prints are also very large, such a big footprint is just right for the shoe in front of Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan let out a long breath, and when these things were connected, the picture of that time quickly appeared in his mind.

A very tall, burly male entered through the back door of this room, and when he went up to the second floor, he probably pulled the handrail of the stairs because of his own weight or something, leaving his first marks there.

As with Xiao Yan's judgment, the man chose the 3rd floor as the observation location.

He stayed here, maybe for a few days or a few hours, and then he was discovered by the monsters.

The man was also aware of this, and the fact that he might not be able to live, quickly hid the book, wrote the note, and put it in his trouser pocket in his purse.

Something more powerful smashed the house to smash the nailed gate, and ropes from the sky entered through the gate, quickly reaching the third floor, where they fought the male.

Perhaps outnumbered, or for some other reason, the battle ended in complete defeat for the burly male.

After some time, some other people arrived, they searched for the man's relics, but they didn't find the note, these people may have been very urgent, so they couldn't make any further detailed search, so they hurriedly left, and finally let Xiao Yan get the book.

Everything finally came around, but that didn't solve anything.

At the same time, the sound above Xiao Yan's head didn't know when it had stopped, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, as if nothing unusual had ever happened.

This sudden silence made Xiao Yan's sweat stand on end, he didn't even look up, stuffed the book into his coat pocket, rolled on the spot, and behind him, with a "bang", a white, spider-like thick rope slammed into the ground, shattering the leather bag on the ground.

Not only that, but next to this rope, there was also a swarthy figure, not much different from the homeless man just now, and it seemed that the whole body was in a state of puffiness, like a spider that had not digested clean food.

It landed on all fours, making a "hissing" sound, and approached Xiao Yan step by step.

This looks a bit like the ghosts in the Tiger Warrior, before they are completely digested, they become puppets controlled only by the ropes, waiting for their future, and finally being completely digested by the ropes.

Xiao Yan raised his head suddenly, before the rope was raised again, his left hand had already grabbed the window edge, and he suddenly used force to fit and crash out of the window, and his right hand followed and grabbed the window edge, and with a glance of the corner of his eye, his body shook a lot, and then his hands suddenly loosened, and his whole body had turned over to the balcony on the second floor,

Behind him, the rope rushed out of the window along with the dark shadow.

The black shadow was not protected by a rope, and there was no delay in the air, and it fell down like a stone, and the rope was raised again, and slowly turned its head to Xiao Yan on the balcony on the second floor.

Xiao Yan didn't care about the pain in his shoulder, his body jumped out of the balcony guardrail, his body was against the wall, and he took a few steps along the wall line, and a beautiful side flip landed accurately on the supporting wood of another house.

It was a series of movements without the slightest pause or any prior practice, and in a matter of seconds, Xiao Yan had allowed himself to leave the most dangerous place, and the rope had not even reacted.

Of course, Xiao Yan will not tell this rope, this is called parkour, nor will he tell this rope, he has been secretly practicing parkour every day since he was a sixth child, and the complex street environment in front of him is like his home turf.

Xiao Yan glanced at the rope that began to slowly blur in the foggy night, and did not dare to stop at all, and ran along the pillar that supported the dilapidated house.

There was a palpitating "creak" sound from under the damp and rotting pillars, as if it would not be able to bear the heavier weight in the next second and collapsed.

However, Xiao Yan's speed was much faster than he usually showed, and it only took a few seconds for him to rush to the top of the pillar, his body was slightly on one side, clasping the slightly inclined window sill next to the pillar, exerting his strength with both hands, he pulled up, and turned his body in the air with a light contraction, and in the next second, he had already rushed through the closed window and fell in.

With the protection of thick clothes, this time the horizontal contact and rubbing with the ground on the second floor was not painful, for Xiao Yan, such pain was originally expected by him.

He rolled on the ground, stood to his feet, looked left and right, and saw no danger for the time being, only wisps of mist seeping through the crack in the window behind him.

Xiao Yan didn't stop there, he knew very well that above this block, there was probably a very huge cobweb, as long as it was still within the range of this cobweb, it would always be within the danger zone.

He quickly ran down the stairs to the next floor, which was similar to the room he had just had, and there was also a kitchen on the first floor of this room, and behind the kitchen, there was a small door that was half-open and half-closed.

Xiao Yan ran a few steps and rushed to the back door, not in a hurry to open it immediately, but quieted himself down and listened carefully to the movement outside.

Above his head, the sound of rustling was expanding, but this sound made Xiao Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

The ropes would be absolutely silent before attacking the person, and if so, it would be safe to say that there was no target for the huge cobwebs at the back door.

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