After bidding farewell to Gilbert, Lan returned to the fountain square in front of Gascoigne's house along the way he came.
While passing by the townspeople's barbecue party along the way, he made full use of the knowledge he gained from the Gu Ying Ninja Technique Book.
With his quick and crisp movements and silent footsteps, these people who were tortured to the point of madness by lycanthropy could not find him in the messy street scene.
The streets of Yanan are now filled with abandoned carriages that were overturned in the sudden night of hunting, as well as suitcases and locked coffins that rolled off the carriages.
So even though Lan En is a strong man with a height of two meters after wearing armor, he can still easily find a route for concealment.
Most of the patients who were patrolling and waiting to be killed were only active on the lower two floors of this street.
The third highest level has no direct connection with the lower two levels.
The height difference of more than four meters between the third and second floors must be crossed by tools, such as a ladder, in the eyes of the hunters in Yanan.
But for Lan En, it is very simple to cross the height difference of more than four meters without being stumbled by ordinary people.
"Breathe"
As the breathing was adjusted to the correct way, Lan En's body's buoyancy in the air was greatly improved.
Then he rushed towards the high wall with the heavy armor of the Bear School.
With his body that was several kilograms lighter and his muscle strength unchanged, he stepped on the wall twice before pressing his palms wearing studded leather gloves to the edge of the platform.
With a simple push of both hands, the whole person turned over to the third floor of the street, which was more than four meters high.
Looking at the unconscious patients below, Lan En curled his lips.
If it weren’t for the wrong time, he might have had a lot of fun in this rugged and winding city with frequent elevation differences.
In the Fountain Square, the corpse of the lycanthropic patient who was disposed of by Lan En himself was still displayed there.
It was indeed similar to what he expected when he left. In addition, several lycanthropic patients were attracted by the strong smell of blood and wandered back and forth.
On the windows of the nearby residential area, several windows covered with steel fences were smashed from the inside, and the steel fences were smashed into a bulging shape by the ferocious force.
No matter what stage of lycanthropy the thing that comes out of it looks like, it is no longer human.
The iron gate on Fountain Square was closed by Lan when he left, so these lycanthropic patients were not allowed to flow to Gascoigne's home.
Lan En himself did not need to pull the trigger switch again to let the iron door open to pass.
He just used his efficient movement method again, and appeared on the other side of the iron gate in a few seconds.
Among the patients with lycanthropy, the only ones who are on all fours are probablyWe can compare with him. Among the humans in Yanan, he has yet to see anyone with excellent mobility in three-dimensional space.
Climb over the iron gate, and next to you are the windows and door of Gascoigne's house.
Lan En wanted to go in and see if the small notes left by Oliveira and Victoria had been withdrawn or covered up by the wandering lycanthropic patients.
But when he walked to the door, his nose twitched slightly, and his left hand pressed down on the scabbard at his waist.
The smell of mud comes from the nearby ditch
There is a string of black mud footprints on the ground. As the owner of the footprints walks up from the bottom of the ditch, the color changes from dark to light.
"Leather boots, thick soles suitable for strenuous exercise."
After Lan En glanced at the footprints, he immediately made many judgments based on the trace science knowledge in his mind.
"A normal woman with small feet and no skeletal deformation"
Lan En's vigilance was slightly lowered, at least he would not kill people the moment he saw them. Go up.
When he entered Gascoigne's house, he put down his left hand that was on the scabbard.
Because a hunter dressed in black stood openly and openly in the living room, scrutinizing Victoria's childish handwriting on the note.
Her whole body was covered by a black bird feather cloak, but it could be seen that her frame was not big.
The head is completely covered by a beak mask that was common during the great plague period in the West.
During the Great Plague, this kind of mask was widely used by medical personnel. The beak was hollow and medicinal materials were placed to filter the air for breathing.
The combination of the mask and cape on her head makes her look like a huge and ominous crow.
Before Lan En could ask, the woman under the crow mask took the lead.
"It seems that you are a foreigner. I have never seen you as a hunter."
Her voice sounded like she was in her forties or fifties, which was considered old among hunters.
The tone was calm and indifferent, even in such a bloody night.
The hunters in Yanan always give people the feeling that it doesn’t matter what happens, and I accept it calmly.
"Tonight is a chaotic dilemma, right tonight, and every night from now on"
"Anyway, welcome to Yharnam, hunter. Be prepared for the worst. "There are no more living people in this city."
As she spoke, she reattached the note that Victoria had removed to the wall.
Lan En noticed that she carefully flattened every corner when she pulled her hand away.
The young man countered her pessimistic words.
"As far as I know, there is still a little bit. Yousefka Clinic has stocked up on some incense. If you want to rest, you can go there. The doctor is a good person."
The raven-like hunter heard it.
Lan EnBe sure of that.
But the strange thing is that she was not excited even after hearing the news about the survivors.
It was as if the survivors in Lan En’s mouth did not exist in her eyes.
Lan En feels strange, because it’s not that she doesn’t believe Lan En’s words, but she doesn’t regard those people as survivors at all
Is this just pure pessimism
p>And just as the crow's bird feather cloak brushed Lan En's body and walked out, there were rapid footsteps at the door.
The visitor rushed into Gascoigne’s house almost with the momentum of an intrusion.
It's Henrik.
The saw blade in his hand was dripping with sticky, foul-smelling blood and minced meat stained with hair.
Under the khaki coat, the old hunter’s chest was beating like a bellows.
His eyes were exposed through a slit between the three-cornered hat and the mask. The eyes were bloodshot, tired and stubborn.
The moment he saw the door to the house open, the sound of him clenching the handle of the meat saw could even be directly transmitted to the ears of the people in the house.
But when he saw the scene in the house without blood stains, neat and warm furniture, the two hunters who did not look at odds
The old hunter quickly realized what he was most afraid of. Didn't happen.
But where did Viola go?
Where did the children go?
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