"Click click click..."

Lynard turned the knob of the kerosene lamp and watched as the last flames dissipated and the room returned to darkness.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, thinking about the memory of looking around the room. A vague three-dimensional composition appeared in his mind. The scene of the room shown by the moonlight outside the window was superimposed on each other to form a rough outline.

"Ka... Ka..."

In the gloom, there was only the faint sound of the lock cylinder beating, and everything was completely silent.

Lynard bent down and picked up a dagger with a shiny brass luster from the edge of the patterned carpet. There was still fresh blood on the blade. It was obviously the tool "himself" used to commit suicide just now.

He adjusted his breathing slowly and evenly, recalling what the boxer said when he was traveling in Thailand.

"Relax, gather your energy, listen to your heartbeat, breathing rhythm..."

In the hazy darkness, Linard avoided all kinds of furniture that might make noise, holding a dagger in his hand, and carefully lurked in the corner to the right of the door.

Darkness enveloped him like a tide. After his calculations, this corner was in the blind spot of the entrance, and he could observe the entrance very well.

His breathing rhythm became slower and slower, his eyes drooped, he didn't say a word, and he seemed to blend into the whole room.

"despair……"

The door handle was slowly pressed down, and the door made of an unknown alloy opened silently.

A man of medium build, about 1.75 meters tall, took a step forward, looked around the room alertly, and gestured behind him. Two men dressed similarly to him stood behind him without saying a word.

After the three people closed the door, they advanced towards the room in a "C" shape.

"Judging from his appearance, he has obvious European characteristics. The clothes he wears seem to be made of waterproof fabrics. They are thick and can block scratches from certain sharp objects."

"The pants appear to be made of cotton fiber fabric, reinforced with copper rivets at tension points. They should be common clothing for the working class."

"The one walking in front has thick hands and is obviously more flexible than his feet. His eyes occasionally focus on his lower left corner."

"The two at the back, the one on the left is tall and powerful, but his steps are messy and his flexibility is not enough. The one on the right is on guard all the time, with his right hand always on his belt. He is obviously a gunman."

"Three well-trained workers? And their muscles are extremely tense. They obviously have evil intentions..."

Linnard's eyes skipped the judgment of these three people and began to think about ways to subdue the other party.

Take a deep breath and slow down time.

He "saw" himself suddenly rushing out of the darkness, letting out a loud shout to attract all the attention of the three people opposite him, and then punched the person in front hard on the right ribs, causing strong nerves.

The stimulation caused the opponent to temporarily lose the ability to fight back, and even the dagger he just took out from his left belt fell to the ground with a clang.

The two people behind reacted very quickly. The burly man roared and passed over his companion who was squatting on the ground in pain, and punched him hard in the face.

And he had already squatted down quickly in advance, using the burly body of the man to cover himself, making it impossible for another enemy who took out a gun to aim. He quickly held the dagger in his right hand and hooked the opponent's ankle, and pulled hard!

The big man whose hamstring was severed groaned in pain, and his body couldn't help but bend. He took the opportunity to pour all his strength into his legs and stood up suddenly. He hit the big man's chin with his left elbow, and the strong concussion made him faint and fall to the ground.

At this time, he was completely exposed to the gunman's aim. It only took one shot from such a close distance to make him lose the ability to resist.

However, in the fight just now, I had been deliberately moving closer to the person holding the dagger. At this time, the other person had just relieved the pain and picked up the dagger from the ground and attacked me, once again forming an obstacle between me and the gunman.

The gunman couldn't fire, so the big man holding the dagger took a step forward and shouted angrily. He held the dagger in his left hand and slashed his chest from bottom to top.

However, he did not retreat but instead advanced forward. He rushed straight into the opponent's arms, blocked the big man's left arm with his right hand, and hit the opponent's injured ribs hard with his left fist!

A punch without mercy made the opponent burst into tears of pain, and he hugged the opponent and rushed towards the gunman. The gunman was faced with a dilemma, and he was ready to pull the trigger!

At this time, he suddenly let go of the hugged person, pushed him towards the gunman with his left hand, and at the same time moved to the right, and followed the opponent's arm with his right hand to hold the dagger and draw it out.

"Bang-bang!"

The smell of gunpowder filled the tip of his nose, and the smell of blood spread in the space. The big man holding the dagger was already dead.

After the gunman fired several shots in a hurry, he was pinned down by his accomplices and struggled to aim.

Seizing the opportunity, he stood up quickly, rushed towards the place where the two fell to the ground, cut off the gunman's wrist with a knife, and dropped the pistol to the ground. At the same time, he kicked the pistol away and put the dagger on the opponent's chest. At this point, the calculation was completed.

.

Linnard took a deep breath, and time resumed flowing again. He opened his eyes, and his adjusted breathing had filled him up.

Open your mouth and let out a roar like thunder!

The three people who walked into the room turned their heads to the right in surprise!

Linnard quickly approached the person at the front and punched him in the ribs without any reason.

"Dang Cang..."

The opponent's left hand was unable to let go, and the dagger fell to the ground.

"snort--!"

The person behind him on the left took a few steps forward and punched him, but there was only a blast of wind. At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, and liquid flowed out. He groaned, and felt a sharp pain in his jaw, and his vision went black.

Awareness.

The gunman who finally took aim at Linnard looked cold. When he was about to shoot, the muzzle of the gun was once again occupied by his companion who had climbed up from the ground, so he had no choice but to give up.

The big man who picked up the dagger from the ground didn't think much, and stabbed the person who had just attacked him with the knife. However, the other person pressed forward. At the same time, his left arm hit an obstacle and could not move. A familiar pain came from his right rib, which was even worse than

It was even more violent before, causing me to lose control of part of my body. I only felt a force pushing behind me, and I fell feebly backward.

"boom--!"

Gunfire rang out! Only two rapid breathing sounds were left in the room.

The gunman who was trying to crawl out from under his companion's body struggled hard. He swore that he would give that bastard a good look! However, he felt a cold on his wrist and lost control of his fingers. The revolver fell to the ground feebly, and a sharp weapon hit him.

on your own chest.

"who are you?"

A cold voice asked.

After Linard opened his mouth and spit out a series of syllables that he could not understand, he strangely understood the meaning. It seemed that this was the language of the letters left by his uncle, and he had already mastered this under the influence of the pocket watch just now.

door language.

"Really traveled through time..."

Having come into contact with the supernatural power of an unknown pocket watch, Linnard already had a preconceived idea of ​​time travel and understood that this power was something that humans cannot currently control.

"The world will eventually be cleansed, but our Lord and His followers will remain forever..."

The gunman smiled coldly, and his malicious gaze seemed to materialize and touch Linnard's skin.

He had no intention of answering the other party's questions, and was muttering something in his mouth. His eyes suddenly shed tears of blood, and he died.

Witnessing two people dying in front of him, Linnard felt neither nausea nor excitement. He only felt that the mystery he took over after traveling through time became increasingly difficult to figure out.

"The dead soldiers...the dead soldiers targeting me, they seem to know me, but I don't have any memory."

Linnard felt a little headache after accepting the body with the same name as his previous life. Even with his previous brainpower as a writer, it was difficult to quickly understand all this without inheriting the memory.

"Although I have a certain training ability, my fighting ability is not outstanding. When I was unable to resist, I was able to kill myself. I have strong willpower. Have I been brainwashed..."

"Believer, this gunman is a believer... No, these three people are all believers. They all have the same mark tattooed on their left wrists. It looks like an irregular multi-faceted cube."

"Cultist?"

Lynard didn't think that the true believers needed to sneak into the detective agency in the middle of the night.

At this point, if you want to understand all this, you have to start with the three people in front of you who obviously know part of the truth.

He turned to look at the burly man who was still unconscious on the ground, walked back to the sofa, lit the kerosene lamp again, used a dagger to cut off the clothes from the bodies of the two dead people, and stuffed them into the man's mouth to prevent him from committing suicide.
Chapter completed!