After saying goodbye to Gilbert, Lane followed the path he had come back to the fountain square in front of Gascoigne's house.

Along the way, he passed by the townspeople's 'barbecue meeting', making full use of the knowledge he had gained from the Lone Shadow Ninja Technique Book.

Quick and crisp movement, silent footsteps. These people who have been tormented by bestiality to the point of madness will not be able to find him in the messy street scenes.

Now Yanan's streets are full of horse-drawn carriages that have been overturned and abandoned during the mutated hunting night, as well as suitcases and locked coffins that have rolled off the carriages.

So even though Lan En was a stout man who was two meters tall after armor piercing, he could still easily find a route to stealth his actions.

The sick people who wandered and patrolled, waiting to be killed or something, mostly only moved in the bottom two floors of the street.

The third level, on the highest level, has no direct passage connecting with the lower two layers.

The height difference between the third and second floors is more than four meters, and in the eyes of Yanan's hunters, it is necessary to rely on tools to cross, such as a ladder.

But for Lan En, without being stumped by ordinary people, it is very simple to cross a height difference of more than four meters.

"Suck~exhale-"

As the breathing was adjusted to the right way, Lann's body's 'buoyancy' in the air was greatly enhanced.

Then he took the heavy armor of the Bear School and rushed straight to the high wall.

The lightness of his body, which was several kilograms lighter, combined with the unchanging muscular strength, allowed him to step on the wall twice, and then press the palm of his studded leather gloves against the edge of the platform.

With a simple force of both hands, the whole person turned over and reached the third floor of the street more than four meters high.

Looking at the patients below who were still unconscious, Lan En pursed his lips.

If it weren't for the wrong time, he might have had some fun in this rugged city with frequent elevation differences.

In Fountain Square, the corpses of bestialized patients who had been disposed of by Lan's own hands were still there.

It was indeed similar to what he had expected when he left, and a few more bestialized patients were attracted by the strong smell of blood here, wandering back and forth.

On the windows of the nearby residential area, several windows covered with steel fences were smashed through the inside, and the steel fences were smashed into a bulging appearance by the fierce force.

No matter what stage of bestiality the 'thing' that comes out of it is, it doesn't seem to be a human anymore.

The iron gates in Fountain Square were closed by Lan when he left, so he didn't let the bestials wander around Gascoigne's house.

Lan himself didn't need to pull the wrench mechanism again and let the iron door open to pass.

He just reused his efficient way of moving, and in three or two strokes he appeared on the other side of the iron door.

Among the bestiosis, it is estimated that only the patients who are on all fours can compare with him. And among Yanan's humans, he has not seen a guy with excellent mobility in three-dimensional space for the time being.

Climbing through the iron gate, you will find the windows and gates of Gascoigne's house.

Rann wanted to go inside to see if the small note left by Oliveira and Victoria had been withdrawn and covered up by the roaming bestials.

But when he reached the door, his nose twitched slightly, and his left hand pressed the scabbard at his waist.

The smell of silt. From the nearby canal?

There was a string of black mud footprints on the ground, and the color changed from dark to light as the owner of the footprints came up from under the canal.

"Leather boots, thick soles for strenuous exercise."

After Lan En glanced at the footprints, the trace knowledge in his mind immediately made many judgments.

"A normal woman with small feet and no skeletal distortion?"

Lan En's vigilance was lowered a little, at least he wouldn't cut it directly the moment he saw someone.

When he entered Gascoigne's house, he lowered his left hand from the scabbard.

Because a hunter dressed in black, just big and square, stood in the living room without dodging, and his hand was studying Victoria's immature handwriting on the note.

Her whole body was covered in a black birdfeather cape, but the skeleton was not large.

His head is completely covered by a bird's beak mask that was common during the Great Western Plague.

During the Great Plague, this mask was commonly used by medical personnel, and the beak of the bird was hollowed out, and medicinal herbs were placed to filter the air that was breathed.

The mask and cloak on her head make people look like a huge and ominous crow.

Before Lan En, who had come in, could ask, the woman under the crow's mask took the lead.

"Looks like you're a foreigner, hunter? I haven't seen you yet."

Her voice sounded forty or fifty years old, which was considered old among hunters.

The tone was calm and indifferent, even on such a bloody night.

Yanan's hunter always gives people the feeling of 'it doesn't matter what happens, I accept it calmly'.

"It's a chaotic dilemma tonight, right? Tonight, every night after."

"In short, welcome to Yanan, hunter. Prepare for the worst, there are no living people left in the city. ”

She said as she reattached the note that Victoria had removed to the wall.

Lann noticed that she carefully flattened every inch of the corner as she pulled her hand away.

The young man retorted in her pessimistic words.

"As far as I know, there is still a little, the Yusevka clinic has stocked up on some incense, you can go there if you want to rest, the doctor is a nice guy."

The raven-like hunter heard.

Lane affirms that.

But strangely, she wasn't the slightest bit excited even when she heard the news of the survivors.

It was as if the 'survivor' in Lanen's mouth did not exist in her eyes.

Lan En felt strange because it wasn't that she didn't believe Lan En's words, but that she didn't see those people as 'survivors' at all?

Is this just pure pessimism?

And just as the crow's feather cloak brushed over Lan En's body and walked out, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door.

The incoming man almost rushed into Gascoigne's house with the momentum of 'breaking in'.

It's Henrik.

The meat saw in his hand was dripping sticky and foul-smelling blood from the sawtooth, as well as hair-stained minced flesh.

Under the khaki coat, the old hunter's chest fluttered like bellows.

A slit between the tricorn hat and the mask revealed his eyes, which were bloodshot, tired and stubborn.

The moment he saw the door of the house open, the sound of him clenching the handle of the sawsaw could even reach the ears of the people in the room.

But wait until you see what you see inside the house: no bloodstains, neat and warm furniture, two hunters who don't look tense.

The old hunter quickly realized that his worst fears had not happened.

But where did Viola go!?

Where have the kids gone!?

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