"Ah, it hurts so much. Who did this?" Clance, who had his eyes tightly closed, woke up in a daze.
All he could see was the blue moon hanging in the sky, which made him suddenly realize that it was already night, and he seemed to have been unconscious for a long time.
Kerens frowned and subconsciously touched the big bump on top of his head with his hand, crying out in pain.
Suddenly, a pair of hands tightly covered his mouth from behind, forcing him to swallow the words he spoke next.
Kerens' heart suddenly tightened, and he stretched out his arms reflexively to resist the opponent's actions. After all, his luck was really bad, and he would encounter bad luck almost every time.
"Shh, it's me." When he heard this familiar voice clearly coming from behind him, Kerens slowly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the owner of these big hands was Director Al.
After the big hands left his mouth, Kerens looked around.
This is a fairly neat alley, with various graffiti on the walls. Maybe there are masterpieces from my childhood on the walls.
One side of the alley led directly to the familiar Sacco Street. Although it was a night with only weak moonlight, Kerens recognized his location at a glance. This was near the Camuhauer Orphanage.
There were two other police officers staying with Chief Al. They were looking at the building in front of them with nervous expressions on their faces. One hand was touching the revolver on their waist, as if they could be fired at any time. You can pull it out and shoot the enemy.
The helpless Krens, combined with Al's previous words about his intention to arrest Mr. Ron at night, has become aware of the environment and time he is in now.
Raising his hand and touching the big bag that was hit by something on his head, Kerens immediately thought of the reason why he fainted. Unhappy, he whispered a few greetings to Archibald's immediate family members in his heart. , hopefully it might.
He obviously didn't want to get involved in this matter, but Archibald couldn't hear it now. It turned into a good luck hat again and was hidden in Clence's clothes.
Kerens shook his head bitterly, feeling the hunger in his stomach, and realized that he had been kidnapped and brought here before he had eaten lunch or dinner.
Carefully and resignedly, he took a step towards Al who was observing the orphanage, and then whispered: "Mr. Al, is there anything to eat?".
"Yes, yes, yes", Al said three words in a row with a smile. He was originally worried that Krensi would immediately propose his intention to leave after waking up, but the other party did not propose it now, but just wanted to Asking for food, Al finally let go of his worries.
Krens reached out and took the bread and water handed over by a police officer, sat down on the ground and started eating.
"Krens, that one of yours, ahem, it seems to have gotten lost." Al, who still had lingering fears for Archibald, still didn't say the word "dog" and explained to Krens apologetically that he was missing. Archibald.
Krens, who was eating brown bread, raised his head, still chewing the brown bread, and replied vaguely to Al: "Don't worry, Mr. Al, he is very smart. I think he should have gone back early." Pocket Watch Shop".
But after saying this, Kerens thought to himself, "That's weird." After all, if it was too far away from him, the people around him would be in trouble.
Al, who seemed to understand but didn't understand, nodded lightly at Krens. After all, even if such a weird "kid" got lost, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the unlucky one.
Time passed by second by second, and gradually it came to ten o'clock in the evening. The pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed. This was because of the recent murder case. Cologne City issued a curfew, and everyone must stay at home after ten o'clock. .
But for the Krens and others, every second spent hiding is equivalent to giving love to those hungry mosquitoes at night.
Even though their faces and arms could be covered by clothes, they could not resist the sharp and slender mouthparts of mosquitoes. They were easily pierced into their flesh and blood, followed by irregular itching and unbearable bites on their bodies. pimple.
Someone once said that you must not underestimate the mosquitoes of the St. John's Empire, because they are a group of robbers and thieves thirsty for blood.
When they are extremely hungry and crazy, they will swarm to suck the blood of animals or humans alive. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will die in pain due to allergies caused by strong germs.
The dry and hot weather in Cologne City at night made several people's tense spirits gradually become a lot more irritable, and they began to scratch the itchy places on their bodies, and some even got bloody marks from scratching.
Buzz!
Kerens waved his hands impatiently to drive away the annoying sounds around him. Their sounds in Kerens' ears were like scratching on a blackboard with nails in his previous life, which was unbearable.
Several pimples have appeared on Krensi's face, making his originally good-looking face look inexplicably bloated.
Crunch!
The sound of a rotten metal door opening suddenly made the ears of Kerens perk up, and their reddish eyes were fixed on the man who slowly walked out from inside.
Just like what Krens had seen from that perspective, a man wearing a clown mask whose appearance could not be seen clearly came out. He turned his head carefully to observe the surrounding environment, and found nothing wrong. Going straight in one direction.
Looking at the familiar figure with a slight hunchback, Kerens' lips moved because he was affected by the memory of the original owner, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed.
Looking at the back figure that gradually moved away and merged with the darkness, Krens now hoped that the clown man was not Mr. Ron in the original owner's memory.
"Follow him," Al whispered as he quickly stood up.
"Yes," the two police officers quickly stood up and responded, and cautiously chased after him.
Al looked down at Krens who was still hesitating. He bent down and reached out to pat his shoulder gently. He knew what Krens was hesitating about. If this clown man was really Ron, what would happen to Krens? Si and everyone in the orphanage was a big blow, and then ran to catch up.
Kerens looked at the few people disappearing into the darkness ahead, and finally followed them, even if it was because of the compassion he felt for the original owner, he had to witness them with his own eyes.
Hoo ho ho!
The elemental heart gave Kerens relatively strong mental power and memory, but it could not give him any physical strength. After all, the elemental master was not a particularly powerful extraordinary person. He looked at Director Al who was getting further and further away from him. Man, Kerens couldn't help but gasp.
The clown running in the dark, with his hearing that is beyond ordinary people, discovered it when Director Al and the three of them approached rhythmically, but he didn't care. To him, no matter how powerful a mouse is, he is still a mouse. It's impossible to fight a cat.
Although the clown man was particularly surprised as to why there was a stalker, after all, he had always been very secretive and careful, and he did not leave any clues as to how these little mice found out.
The corners of his mouth under the mask curved unnaturally, and his brown eyes turned red. He was very excited, as if he had thought of something wonderful, and his pace could not help but slow down a lot. , so that the little mouse behind will not run too slowly.
Three minutes later, the three Als who followed the clown man were a little confused at this moment. The clown man seemed to have slowed down his pace deliberately to wait for the three of them. Could it be that they and others had been discovered, and he The direction to go is Smeyaka Street, which is the aristocratic district of Cologne.
Al suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, because he remembered that the nobles did not like the restrictions of curfew.
For them, the night is a wonderful time to date those ladies and ladies, and it is also a time to participate in various social interactions. They think it would be a blasphemy against life if the night is wasted like this.
"Madman", Al's expression became distorted instantly, and he cursed loudly at the top of his lungs. If such a thing really happened, he and his family would be buried with him, and his family would also be affected. .
Without any hesitation, Al quickly pulled out his revolver from his waist and fired towards the darkness ahead.
Bang, bang, bang...!
He fired all six bullets from the revolver in his hand at a high angle. Al did not expect to hit or injure the opponent in this way.
Because the shooting range of the Saman police revolver is only 50 meters, the effective killing effect is only 30 meters, and the clown man's distance far exceeds this distance.
Shooting at a high angle is really a helpless move. If you are lucky, you just hope that a lucky stray bullet will hit the opponent. If not, all you can do is give a warning or force the opponent to change direction.