Chapter 806

Whoa!

Lu Sheng's hands are empty, and Rowling disappears again.

Bang!!

Another dull noise, Lu Sheng turned a whip leg, just appeared in the middle of Rowling's waist. She flew out, hit the door and rolled down.

"It's no use..." Lu Sheng approached slowly.

Suddenly a kitchen knife whistling from behind him.

Lu Sheng slightly tilted his head, the kitchen knife wiped his hair and cut into the wall in front of him.

He looked in front of him, and sure enough, Rowling was gone again.

Turning around, Rowling was standing at the kitchen door, holding a metal fork in her hand, and smiling at him strangely.

All of a sudden, Lu Sheng's heart leaps. He suddenly lowers his head, and a trace of black air whistles from behind him, just over his head.

If he had not bowed his head just now, the black air would have hit the back of his head.

Looking up again, Lu Sheng looks at the trace of black air that flies right to Rowling's injured wound and adheres to it. It soon turns into flesh and blood and heals the wound.

"How do you do it?" The other side has supernatural power, can't fight to death, he can only use ordinary human body.

And after the big action confrontation just now, he has some asthma. Obviously, Jack's physical strength is not enough to support so much confrontation consumption. He was able to feel the feelings of his opponents before.

But to his surprise, the other side did not rush forward. But standing quietly at the door, looking at him without expression.

Slowly, Rowling's mouth again with a strange smile.

Whoa!

This time, Lu Sheng lost Rowling completely.

At the same time, other kinds of heavy sounds gradually appeared in his ears. Outside, the sound of a cat or a car barking occasionally.

A lot of sound like being pressed the start button, all of a sudden burst out.

Lu Sheng grabs a kitchen knife and looks around carefully. This time, Rowling does not appear again.

Walking to the kitchen door, he looked left and right at the corridor and saw no figures.

The living room was quiet, too.

Lu Sheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief and went into the living room to look for possible clues. Especially the round snake eye symbol before.

But the symbol couldn't be found. In a small closet in the living room, he found a pamphlet with a red shell.

It's about kitchen materials.

Open to see, all are daily cooking experience, as well as the usage and dosage of various dishes.

"Three quarters of avocado, 110g of screw noodles, 100g of Holland beans, 100g of asparagus, three spoons of olive oil, and a small amount of pepper..."

all kinds of ingredients for dishes are recorded on the top. It can be seen that the handwriting on them is rather scrawl, but you can still feel a sense of delicacy. It should be Rowling's handwriting.

Lu Sheng's pamphlet slowly spread. Suddenly he made a movement.

There is a photo in the middle of the book.

He took out the picture and looked at it. It was a picture of Rowling and her husband, Jean.

They were standing on the warm beach, with Rowling's hands around Jean's neck and a bright happy smile on her face.

Looking at the photo, Lu Sheng suddenly can't help thinking of himself and Chen Yunxi...

"maybe... If it wasn't for me, Yunxi would still be an ordinary person, would he be better...". Thinking of Chen Yunxi's death in the accident, there is an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Continue to look at the pamphlet, the following is still some of the various dishes recorded.

Turning over and over, he suddenly gave a slight pause.

"Have you ever felt lonely?"

In the pamphlet, between a pile of dishes, suddenly came out such a sentence.

Lu Sheng stared at this sentence for a long time.

Continue to roll back, he found no other abnormalities.

However, judging from this sentence, Rowling has a problem, which should have been a sign for a long time.

With the pamphlet in his hand, Lu Sheng rummaged through it again. Without finding any clue, he went back to the bedroom where the murder happened. The bedroom had long been ransacked by police detectives, leaving nothing behind.

Lu Sheng checked it carefully and finally determined that there was nothing. Then he slowly withdrew from the bedroom.

Carefully returning to the corridor at the exit, Lu Sheng turns on the door handle, goes out, and closes the door with his back hand. He looks around and makes sure that there is no problem. Then he goes downstairs slowly.

When you get to the corner of the stairs.

Click.

Suddenly, a sound came from the door of Rowling's house.

Locked up!?

Lu Sheng heart a Lin, looked up at the direction of the door. There was still no movement, as if the sound he had just heard was just an illusion.Taking a deep breath, he quickened his pace and went downstairs to Jack's house. He took out the key and tried to open the door.

But when the key was inserted and twisted, it was locked from inside to outside. This kind of lock can't be opened from the outside.

as like as two peas in his heart, what he felt was wrong. He thought that when he went upstairs, he saw the man who was exactly the same as Jack. When he opened the door and walked into Jack's house, he could understand something in his mind.

He was about to pull out the key when he finally twisted it.

Click.

The lock is open.

Lu Sheng was slightly stunned, and then he pulled the door out. The door was clearly opened, but the door panel was not very open. It was as if someone inside was holding the handle with his hand to keep the door from opening.

Lu Sheng pulled hard for a few times. The crack of the door had been opened. His fingers were as wide as his fingers. However, it seemed that someone was wrestling with him. If he pulled again, he could not open it. Instead, he was slowly pulled back.

He stopped suddenly and heard a faint breath on the inside of the door.

"What the hell are you?" Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice.

There was no answer.

There was only silence at the door.

Lu Sheng vaguely felt a trace of inexplicable familiarity. This sense of familiarity seems to have been felt or seen in some places.

After thinking about it, he resolutely let go and let the door close with a click.

Turning around, he stomped quickly downstairs. Head does not return to walk toward the distance.

This place can't stay any longer.

He carefully perceives the rules of the world. The rules here are strict and the intensity is so strong that it is not like the low-energy world with high time flow.

It can even be said that many rules are almost the same as the heaven demon world. No matter in terms of strength or rigor, the rules of this world are far from comparable to those of the previous ones.

Walking in the street, Lu Sheng's eyes drooped, and from time to time swept past passers-by.

Joking lovers, loving couples, carriages parked on the roadside, colorful graffiti on the walls.

There are also places where the British flag is hung with string above the street.

"This is London... But I don't know if it's the London I know." Lu Sheng Yang looked as like as two peas in the same memory.

He quickened his pace, and soon a slightly old carriage came along the street. He stopped it and stepped on it.

"Sir? Where are you going? " Asked the coachman.

Lu Sheng thought.

"Dujones 73."

"OK, sit tight."

The carriage moved slowly.

Lu Sheng leaned back on the car seat and then completely relaxed. As soon as he really relaxed, he felt a pain in his muscles. His arms and legs were as heavy as lead.

Besides, his lungs are also hot. His elbows and legs should be swollen. Without long-term fighting training and fighting training, Jack's muscles and skin are far less tough than professionals.

This kind of ordinary people's skin, a little bit more force will bump out bruise.

"It's too weak... You have to start exercising as soon as possible!" Lu Sheng vomited. It was too long for him to feel the pain all over his body.

He leaned his back on the seat as much as possible, so that his back could rely on as much as possible.

73 dujones Road, opposite the London police station. It's also where he usually goes to work.

In general, when they take a carriage, they always refer to this address, not to the police station.

On the one hand, there are some taboos. On the other hand, there is a special attached staff dormitory opposite the police station.

He can't live at home. He can only live in his own dormitory for the time being.

"If you can't go home, you don't have enough money..." Lu Sheng took out Jack's wallet and rummaged through it. He still had 13 pounds and some change left. The rest of the money is put in the drawer of the closet at home. If you can't go back now, you can't take it out.

"Now I can't move a trace of the earth's atmosphere, and I can't open the sea bead. I can't take out any gold bars and jewelry that are prepared inside... It seems that I can only rely on myself." Lu Sheng is quite helpless.

After about ten minutes, it stopped in front of a square building with brown and red bricks.

Police in black uniforms and high hats patrol the building's gates, with batons and pistols pinned to their polished belts. One by one, with more or less moustaches, high spirited, and with the awe and gaze of the authority.

Lu Sheng glanced, paid the money, jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the police station gate.

The London police in this era was not a period when the legal system was much more perfect. The power of the police at this time was far beyond that of the police in the future.

Lu Sheng learns from Jack's memory that the police department is being restructured recently, which seems to be in line with the nationwide judicial reform. From time to time, inspectors come down to check on the situation, which is why these patrols work so hard.Bang.

Just out of a few steps, a newspaper boy panic never know where to run out, hit a patrol.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Police officer, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! " The little Newsboy's face turned white, and he immediately apologized and bowed.

"Do you want to attack the police?" The big bellied policeman, staring at each other, grabbed the newsboy by the collar and almost lifted him up.

"All right, buddy, what's your anger with a little kid?" Lu Sheng strode over.

"Jack, didn't you go back? You're not supposed to be on the night shift today? " When the fat patrolman sees Lu Sheng, he is also familiar with greeting him and puts down the little newspaper boy in his hand.

"No way. I don't want to live in my house." Lu Sheng made a bad face and shrugged his shoulders.

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