"Whoosh!"
Lu Sheng's hand was empty. Rowling had disappeared again.
"Bam!"
There was another muffled sound. Lu Sheng turned and lashed out with his leg, hitting Rowling in the waist. She was whipped so hard that she flew out, hit the door, and rolled down.
"It's no use …" Lu Sheng approached slowly.
Suddenly, a kitchen knife whizzed toward him from behind at high speed.
Lu Sheng tilted his head slightly. The cleaver brushed past his hair and slashed into the wall in front of him.
He looked in front of him again. Indeed, Rowling had disappeared again.
When he turned around, Rowling was standing at the kitchen door, holding a metal fork in her hand. She was smiling at him strangely.
Suddenly, Lu Sheng's heart skipped a beat. He looked down. A wisp of black gas came from behind him, passing right above his head.
If he hadn't lowered his head, this wisp of black gas would have pierced the back of his head.
When he looked up again, Lu Sheng saw that the wisp of black gas had flown to Rowling's wound. It adhered to it and quickly melted into flesh and blood, healing the wound.
"How the f * ck do I fight this?!" His opponent had supernatural powers. He couldn't kill her. He could only use his normal body.
Moreover, he was already panting a little after the big fight just now. Clearly, Jack's stamina wasn't enough to support so many fights. He had finally experienced the feelings of those opponents he had faced in the past.
But to his surprise, Rowling didn't pounce on him again. Instead, she stood quietly at the door and looked at him expressionlessly.
Slowly, the corners of Rowling's mouth curled into a strange smile again.
"Whoosh!"
This time, his vision blurred again. Lu Sheng completely lost sight of Rowling.
At the same time, a variety of other heavy sounds gradually appeared in his ears. There were car horns outside, the faint sounds of children crying and old people coughing upstairs and downstairs, and the occasional sounds of cats and dogs barking.
A large number of sounds suddenly erupted as if someone had pressed a start button.
Lu Sheng grabbed a cleaver and carefully looked around. This time, Rowling really didn't appear.
He walked to the kitchen door and looked around the hallway. He didn't see anyone.
The living room was also quiet.
Lu Sheng let out a sigh of relief and walked into the living room to search for possible clues. Especially the round snake eye symbol from before.
However, he did not find the symbol. In a small cupboard in the living room, he found a red-covered booklet.
Written on it were his thoughts on using ingredients in the kitchen.
He flipped it open and saw that it was all about his daily cooking experience, as well as the usage and dosage of various dishes.
"Three-quarters of avocado, 110 grams of spaghetti, 100 grams of hollandaise beans, 100 grams of asparagus, 3 tablespoons of olive oil, a little pepper …"
All kinds of dishes and ingredients were recorded on it. The handwriting on it was clear that the handwriting was rather sloppy, but there was still a hint of meticulousness. It should be Rowling's handwriting.
Lu Sheng slowly flipped through the booklet. Suddenly, he stopped moving.
On the middle page of the booklet was a photograph.
He pulled out the photo and looked at it. It was a photo of Rowling and her husband, Jayne.
The two of them stood on the warm beach. Rowling wrapped her arms around Jayne's neck and smiled happily.
Staring at the photo, Lu Sheng suddenly couldn't help but think of himself and Chen Yunxi …
"Maybe … if she wasn't with me, Yunxi would still be an ordinary person and live a better life …" He put the photo away. Thinking of Chen Yunxi's death in the accident, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He continued to flip through the booklet. There were still records of various dishes at the bottom.
As he flipped, he suddenly paused.
"Have you ever felt lonely?"
This sentence suddenly popped up in the middle of a bunch of dishes on the booklet.
Lu Sheng stared at this sentence for a long time.
He continued to flip through the booklet and found no other abnormalities.
However, from this sentence, there should be a problem with Rowling. There should have been signs for a long time.
Putting the booklet away, Lu Sheng carefully flipped through it again and found no other clues. He then entered the bedroom at the crime scene. The bedroom had already been searched by the police and detectives. There was nothing left.
Lu Sheng vigilantly searched the room. Finally, after confirming that there was nothing, he slowly retreated out of the bedroom.
He carefully returned to the corridor at the exit. Lu Sheng twisted the doorknob and walked out. He closed the door behind him and looked around. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he slowly went downstairs.
When he reached the corner of the stairs.
"Click."
Suddenly, there was a sound from Rowling's door.
It was locked from the inside?!
Lu Sheng's heart skipped a beat. He looked in the direction of the door. There was still no movement. It was as if the sound he heard was just an illusion.
Taking a deep breath, he sped up and walked downstairs to Jack's door. He took out his key and tried to open the door.
But when he inserted the key and twisted it, it was actually locked from the inside, and it was locked from the inside out. This kind of locking method could not be opened from the outside.
Lu Sheng already felt something was wrong. He thought of the man who looked exactly like Jack when he went upstairs and opened the door and walked into Jack's house. He vaguely understood something.
Just as he was about to pull out the key, he suddenly twisted it.
"Click."
The lock was unlocked.
Lu Sheng was slightly taken aback. Then, he tried to pull the door open. The door was clearly unlocked, but it wouldn't budge. It was as if … as if someone inside was holding on to the handle with all their might, preventing the door from opening.
Lu Sheng pulled a few times. The door was already as wide as a finger. But it was as if someone was wrestling with him. He could not open it anymore. Instead, it was slowly being pulled back.
He suddenly stopped. He could vaguely hear a faint breathing sound on the other side of the door.
"What the hell are you!?" Lu Sheng asked in a low voice.
There was no answer.
There was only silence on the other side of the door.
Lu Sheng vaguely felt a trace of inexplicable familiarity. This familiarity seemed to be something he had felt somewhere before. Or rather, he had seen something similar.
After thinking about it, he decisively let go and let the door close with a click.
Turning around, he quickly went downstairs. He walked into the distance without looking back.
He could no longer stay in this place.
He carefully sensed the laws of this world. The laws here were strict, and the strength of the suppression was great. It was nothing like the low-energy world with a fast flow of time.
It could even be said that many of the laws were almost the same as the Demonic Realm. Whether it was the strength or the strictness, the laws of this world were far superior to those of the worlds he had descended into before.
Walking on the street, Lu Sheng's eyes were lowered. From time to time, he would glance at the passers-by.
There were laughing couples, loving couples, carriages parked on the side of the road, and colorful graffiti on the walls.
There were also British flags hanging on the streets with strings in some places.
"This is London … but I don't know if this is the London I know." Lu Sheng looked up at the little flags that were exactly the same as in his memory.
He quickened his pace. Soon, a slightly old carriage came from the side of the street. He went forward to stop it and stepped on it.
"Sir? Where are you going? "The carriage driver turned and asked.
Lu Sheng thought about it.
"It's all Jones 73."
"Alright, sit tight."
The carriage slowly moved.
Lu Sheng leaned back against the seat. Only now did he completely relax. As soon as he relaxed, he felt a wave of soreness in his muscles. His arms and legs felt as heavy as lead.
His lungs were also burning. His elbows and calves were swollen. Without long-term combat training and resistance training, Jack's muscles and skin were not as tough as a professional's.
A slight force would cause bruises on the skin of an ordinary person.
"Too weak … I need to train up as soon as possible!" Lu Sheng exhaled. It had been too long since he felt this sore.
He leaned back on the seat as much as possible so that his back could lean on something.
It was all Jones 73. It was directly opposite the London Police Station. It was also where he usually went to work.
Usually, when they took a carriage, they would say this address instead of the police station.
On one hand, it was a little taboo. On the other hand, there was a staff dormitory opposite the police station.
Since he could not stay at home, he could only stay in his own staff dormitory for the time being.
"If I can't go home, I won't have enough money on me …" Lu Sheng took out Jack's wallet and rummaged through it. There were 13 pounds and some change left. The rest of the money was in the drawer of the wardrobe at home. If he could not go home now, he could not use it.
"I can't mobilize any Earth Qi now, and I can't open the Sea-overturning Orb. I can't take out any of the gold bars or jewelry I prepared … looks like I can only rely on myself." Lu Sheng felt helpless.
The carriage moved forward slowly. After about ten minutes, it slowly stopped in front of a brownish-red tiled square building.
There were policemen in black uniforms and tall hats patrolling the entrance of the building. Batons and pistols were attached to the shiny belts around their waists. Each of them had a moustache, and their expressions were arrogant. They had the solemn and condescending air of authority.
Lu Sheng glanced at them, paid the fare, and jumped off the carriage. He walked toward the police station's entrance.
The London Police of this era was not like the era when the law was much more robust. The authority of the police in this era was far greater than that of the police in the future.
Lu Sheng learned from Jack's memory that the police station was undergoing a restructuring. It seemed to be in line with the nationwide judicial reform. Inspectors would come down to check on the situation from time to time. That was why the patrolling policemen were so diligent.
"Bam."
He had only taken a few steps when a newspaper boy dashed out of nowhere in a panic and bumped into a patrolling policeman.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sir, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! "The newspaper boy's face turned pale. He immediately apologized and bowed.
"Are you trying to attack a police officer?" The patrolling policeman with a big belly glared. He grabbed the newspaper boy's collar and almost lifted him up.
"Alright, alright, Buddy. Don't be angry with a child." Lu Sheng walked over with large strides.
"Jack, didn't you go back? Shouldn't you be on night duty today? " The fat patrolling policeman saw Lu Sheng and greeted him familiarly. He put down the newspaper boy in his hand.
"I can't help it. I don't want to live in my house anymore." Lu Sheng shrugged with a sour face.
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