"Is this the place?"
Ackerman raised his head in the rain and looked at the bookstore in front of him.
Raindrops pattered on the short brim of his poncho and flowed down quickly along the outline of the poncho, falling into the puddles on the ground.
In his field of vision was exactly the same as the information provided by the Truth Society. It was an extremely ordinary bookstore. It even looked a little shabby, and there wasn't even a shop sign.
If it weren't for the faintly lit windows that allowed him to see the rows of bookshelves and the books on them, he probably wouldn't even be able to tell that this was a bookstore.
This wasn't the duty of a businessman … Or rather, the owner of this shop didn't actually consider selling books at all?
Instead, it seemed more like he was deliberately keeping the bookstore empty.
Thinking about it this way, it was a little suspicious.
Ackerman closed his eyes and captured the thin aether in the rain, relying on his extraordinary sense of smell to analyze it.
Wang Erde's aether aura did exist in this bookstore, and it was more obvious than in other places.
Although it was still well concealed, it still couldn't fool him. The first website was m.9biquge. com
There was a sense of danger, but it wasn't strong. It seemed to be a creation of some kind of life and soul, and it was indeed good to use as a guard.
But it was undoubtedly impossible to use it to resist an Extraordinaire of his level.
According to the information provided by the Truth Society, Wang Erde had stayed in this bookstore twice, and each time he stayed for more than an hour. But judging from the current feeling of this bookstore, it shouldn't be an important stronghold, but more like a hidden transit station.
Perhaps it was information, or perhaps it was an Extraordinaire item.
Many people came and went here, bringing some things and taking some things away.
All sorts of messy aether trajectories streaked across the air, forming a complicated picture.
Among them, the tracks formed by Wang Erde's aura were more frequent than the others.
Although all the tracks were sparse, in comparison, he was simply a regular in this bookstore.
Ackerman opened his eyes.
If so, Wang Erde would definitely come again.
The Truth Society probably didn't choose to act rashly and alert the enemy because of this consideration.
As long as he would come again, then there would be a chance to catch him.
But now the Truth Society seemed to be troubled by the Red Sect and the White Wolves, and they were busy searching for the whereabouts of these little rats who loved to crawl into the sewers.
"But thinking about it, it should be over soon."
Ackerman looked at the streets and buildings that were still being rebuilt. It had been a week since the battle, and due to the rain, the construction was even more difficult than before.
Therefore, they simply moved the surviving residents to other areas and temporarily cleared the area before putting it on hold.
There were still ether particles in the air, just like the smoke on a battlefield. Even after the war had ended, the smell of gunpowder and fresh blood would still remain.
The Secret Ritual Tower and the Truth Society were really good at covering up such things.
Morfei's death basically meant that the Scarlet Sect and White Wolf no longer had their greatest support, whether it was in terms of strength or confidence.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. She's really courting death. I hope she can understand where she went wrong before she dies."
Ackerman's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Even though it was Morphy's misfortune to meet the Great Elven Sage who came to visit the Truth Society, their defeat was already set in stone even without Doris's appearance.
"The Magic Mirror Egg … Does it really have such great magic power that it can tempt one's mind to the point of losing their rationality?"
Ackerman looked at the ruins and shook his head, then turned back. He didn't want to try it.
Now, his mission was only to wait for the opportunity to come and complete his Annihilation Class evaluation.
He was a Hunter, and the most important qualities of a Hunter were caution and patience.
Ackerman still didn't enter the bookstore. Instead, he carefully investigated the surroundings again.
Recently, because of the so-called "Gas Factory Explosion Case," many people had come here to join in the fun. It was normal for them to walk around a few times.
He tried to sense the ether tracks around the bookstore, but there were only a few. As for the bookstore itself … Sorry, there was none at all.
It made him feel that he was doing something unnecessary.
After all, even if he entered the bookstore, he would only be pretending to be an ordinary customer and doing the most basic testing.
Finally, Ackerman shook his raincoat and walked to the entrance of the bookstore. He looked at the "Open" sign and reached out to push open the door.
The bell on the door rang softly.
Wet water dripped onto the floor, forming puddles of water. The layout of the bookstore came into view.
Nothing else was worth mentioning. The gargoyle on the counter was the source of Wang Erde's ether waves. Its blood-red eyes seemed to be shining with a bloodthirsty light, and it looked very intimidating.
But according to Ackerman's experience, this kind of creation, other than being actively controlled, would automatically attack when it sensed murderous intent.
As long as he didn't have any murderous intent or malicious intent, he was absolutely safe.
He was very confident in his disguise. Even if someone of the same level was present, before he attacked, he could do it without them noticing.
Slowly walking into the bookstore, he took off his raincoat and placed it on the umbrella rack beside the door. Ackerman had already raised his vigilance and controlled his muscles. He would not reveal any flaws as he looked around naturally.
The young man sitting at the counter raised his head and said very familiarly, "Welcome. Are you here to borrow books, read books, or buy books?"
Ackerman was pretending to be an ordinary office worker. He answered casually and said, "I'm just looking around."
That was right. It was very fitting for an ordinary person who came to the ruins to wander around and then entered a roadside bookstore out of boredom.
Such a person did not have a purpose, so there was no need to make a choice.
Ackerman walked towards the counter, thinking that the owner of the bookstore seemed to be just an ordinary person.
Could it be that this was a place similar to a depository, and the owner of the bookstore was a tool that could be abandoned at any time, so he randomly found an ordinary person to be the owner?
His gaze swept over the counter in passing.
In this dark and monotonous bookstore, the only thing that was colorful was a potted plant on the counter.
It was a red rose, budding. Its head was slightly lowered, and the water droplets on the petals refracted the light. It looked very beautiful.
In this bookstore, it was indeed a bright color.
But it was just an ordinary rose.
Ackerman was just about to walk around and end his first test.
The rose trembled slightly, and then an eyeball flipped out from the center of the bud. It seemed to be twitching with mucus as it looked straight at him. Its pupils stared greedily at him!
Ackerman's body stiffened, and his scalp went numb. He wanted to retreat, but he found that he could not move at all.
He could not help but stare at the eyeball, feeling something in his soul being extracted and devoured.
A trap?!
How could it be?! He did not notice anything! There were no aether fluctuations either!
The young man behind the counter gave him a very kind smile. "Look around. If you have any questions, just look for me."
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