Esther waited two seconds after knocking on the door, but received no response.

"Smack!"

The moment she heard the snap of her fingers coming from inside the house, Esther stole the distance of the door in front of her and stood inside the door.

She happened to step on a few blank pages.

Banabe was still in the house, with a backpack strapped to him, ready to welcome her in.

This stunned Esther, who thought he wanted to escape by jumping through the flames, for a moment.

The black-haired man still had that bohemian and exaggerated smile on his face, dark eyes under gray-rimmed glasses, and cold and alienated frost.

So what was that snap of your fingers for? When this question popped up in Esther's mind, she had already quickly activated her ability and stole Banabe's thoughts at this moment.

But all she got was the thought that kept repeating:

Snap your fingers, burn, snap your fingers, burn......

Esther spread her fingers and folded her wrist in the direction of Banabe, but what landed in her palm was a delicately cut paper figure with a large smiling face painted on it.

He recovered from the idea of stealing with incredible speed, as if he ...... There have been specialized coping training as well.

Or that he had repeatedly deduced a similar situation in his head, and trained himself to have a corresponding reflex mechanism, as long as he saw the hand movement of the "thief" enemy, he would quickly shift his position.

Banabe's man was already leaning against the window, and at the same moment, he snapped his fingers a second crisply.

The moment a few pieces of white paper burned at Esther's feet, she stole the distance and flashed to the side.

At the same time, there was a scream outside the door, chaotic and panicked.

Esther's eyes widened slightly: "You-"

There were cigarette butts scattered all over the room, and Banabe's figure moved around the small space, dodging the direction Esther was stealing.

He didn't leave the confines of the room directly, but from time to time he spilled playing cards from his pockets and cuffs. Banabe flicked them out with a flick of his wrist, and the blade-like playing cards sink into the ground with a soft "tuk-tuk" sound.

Instead, Esther had to dodge further.

She didn't activate the parasitic ability, she was worried about the other party's desperate fight.

Esther was really not afraid, but there were other people in the inn, and Matteo and Vika downstairs. If Banabe chooses to self-destruct in order not to be controlled, then Esther can't guarantee how many people here will survive.

He couldn't have no magical items at all, and if it really got to the point of being parasitized, he was afraid that he would decisively turn himself into a dynamite keg.

Esther had a hunch about this outcome.

Banabe didn't want to fight for his life, and even maintained a relative understanding with Esther in this regard, destroying the load-bearing walls of the room without making any contact, but the furniture gradually began to be covered in flames.

Banabe's hand didn't stop, and in between more grasps and stealing thoughts, Esther caught the opportunity to snap his fingers twice quickly, and the corners of his mouth rose more exaggeratedly.

After several successful steals, Esther prioritized stealing Banabe's "Air Bullet" ability, which was the most dangerous for her accustomed to close combat.

She then managed to steal the Flame Jump, so that Banabe could no longer quickly switch positions through the cigarette butts scattered around the room, and instead Esther suddenly appeared next to him.

This forced Banabe to stick to the window, the hem of his tuxedo already being torn by the flames in the curtains.

The smell of burnt smoke grew more and more choking, and Esther heard a muffled scream coming from again.

"Ordinary people will die."

After saying this distracting sentence, Banabe smashed the window and fell directly to the ground, Esther jumped to the window in a flash, and saw his figure in the air and turned into a fluttering paper figure, while Banabe stepped firmly on the ground.

He raised his hand with a crisp sound, and the smiling paper figure that fell to the ground also turned to ashes, erasing its occult connection to Banabe's own.

Before Banabe ran away, Esther stole his thoughts one last time, and heard this heart:

May the god of luck favor them.

Esther's face was indifferent, and she held another paper figure with a smiling face in her hand, and Banabe probably didn't know that the paper figure didn't burn together.

She stepped on the flames on the gray and black paper figures in the room, backhanded away the growing flames in the room, and pushed the door into the hallway.

The potted plants at the end of the hallway, the wooden door of the next room, were burning wildly, and the smoke was coming out, but it was far from being uncontrollable.

Esther grabbed the flames from the potted plant with her backhand, and stole the flames from the wooden door, and with a sharp roundabout kick, she kicked through the blackened and rotten door, and the doorknob fell off immediately, allowing Esther to rush into the house.

There was no one in the house.

Her expression froze, but her face looked a little better: "That thoughtful bastard......"

The screams were hallucinations created by Banabe from the beginning, so the idea was interrupted when it was stolen, but the flames burning in the hotel were real.

The flame on the white paper at the door has the biggest effect of misleading Esther's accurate judgment of the fire outside the door, and it is not really used as a means of sneak attack.

Because the two had been fighting for a very short time, Esther had now rushed out to extinguish the fire, so that the flames would not completely spread to the entire building.

Looking at the location of the fire, Banabe stuffed the cigarette butt into the potted plant and the crack of the door.

Low quality!

Esther glanced at the blackened door frame, feeling a headache for the follow-up, and she even went to the front desk to perform a play, only to be reversed by Banabe.

The only fortunate thing was that it was still dinner time, and most of the guests at the hotel were out to eat, not upstairs, and the fire did not cause panic.

Still, the strong smell of smoke permeated the hallway, including the sound of smashing windows, which was sure to attract the attention of the downstairs.

It wasn't long before Esther heard footsteps at the top of the staircase.

She took a deep breath, her face turned pale, and she stood anxiously and in a trance at the door of the black house, looking very worried.

The man who walked up was the tall, sturdy lady with her eyes shining with fighting spirit, and a double-barreled shotgun in her hand, ready to meet it at any moment.

At the first sight of Esther, the tall lady believed her bewilderment, turned the muzzle of her gun to the door, and shouted at the "young silly girl":

"What's going on here!?"

Esther's eyes were filled with fear and amazement, and she shook her head slightly, but as if she had suddenly been awakened from a dream, she pointed to the burned and broken door in front of her:

"Is there a guest in this room?"

The tall lady lifted the barrel of her gun and aimed it at the blackened room of Banabe, and roughly swept the inside, which was empty, but there were marks of burning from the flames everywhere.

Then she turned her shotgun to the next room and slowly stood beside Esther: "You stand back, beware of danger, there is no one living here." ”

After observing quietly for a while, and seeing that there was no sound in the corridor or in the room, the tall lady breathed a sigh of relief and put down her shotgun: "It's been so many years, I don't have the confidence to fight with those gangsters." What's going on? ”

Esther quickly explained in a panic and made up a story that could not be verified:

"I was going to talk to Mr. Banabe, but I heard voices coming from inside the room by the door, and I didn't understand what they were saying about organization and extraordinary.

"When I knocked on the door, there was a sudden fire in the crack of the door, and there was some strange movement inside, and I didn't know what was happening. Then suddenly someone opened the door and rushed out, a tall, thin stranger, wrapped in a cloak. Then Mr. Banabe swung a fireball from his hand, and he lit the flames directly out of the air......"

Then Esther omitted the latter words, and looked blankly in the direction of the empty room next door: "Then the door was also lit by flames, and the stranger suddenly disappeared in one fell swoop, and Mr. Banabe was able to even extinguish the flame burning on the door. As he kicked the door in, there was a sudden sound of glass shattering in the next room. ”

"Then Mr. Banabe chased out of the window."

The tall lady was silent for a moment before nodding: "I know, they are most likely pirates, or pirates with special abilities." ”

She glanced at Esther meaningfully, "I'm not going to chase what the hell is, because he's running away now." ”

Esther didn't fully believe in herself until she did, but was inclined to leave the matter to light. Esther followed the tall lady and watched her walk into Banabe's room to inspect the damage.

She asked with a worried face: "Are they like this, have they caused you a lot of losses?" ”

Still grim-looking, the tall lady stomped on a twisted cigarette butt after making sure that there was no one in the room and nothing else out of the ordeal:

"Yes, if Mr. Banabe doesn't come back, then the prepayment he left at the front desk will be enough to make up for my loss. You know, after he won the gamble, he used all the gambling money to pay the wine money he owed yesterday, and the rest of the money was deposited at the front desk. ”

The tall lady stooped to inspect the bottom of the bed, then straightened up and walked to the window, looking at the dark alley below, the crimson moonlight was faint and deserted, and she whispered her dissatisfaction:

"These bastards who use their fists as the law are extraordinary......"

Of course, Esther pretended not to hear, and poked her brain in the direction of the window by the door, she had already stolen a few footprints that matched the shape of her feet, as well as the stains on her shoes, and there were basically no obvious omissions.

The tall lady turned around and put the double-barreled shotgun on her shoulder: "You're not hurt, are you?" ”

Esther shook her head again and again, her cramped expression was just right: "No, I'm fine!" I know that I am worried about Mr. Barnabe, he seems to be annoyed, and the whole person becomes cold ......"

The tall lady grinned and sneered: "You better go, don't worry about this matter." Banabe is a wanted pirate, or a large amount. After making such a fuss, he will definitely not come back. ”

Esther lowered her eyes and nodded slightly disappointed.

The tall lady slapped her on the shoulder: "Let's go!" It's time to eat, it's time to drink, it's time to drink. Don't get involved with him, then there won't be any trouble for you. ”