Chapter 1321: News about Wu Lun

Chapter 1321: News about Wu Lun

Is it a coincidence that a posthuman appeared where Wu Lun disappeared?
Is it possible that the posthuman had already seen them posting missing person flyers and took the opportunity to snatch Wu Lun away when they parted ways for some reason?
In any case, she had to go to the police station in this area to get surveillance footage; it would have been much easier if she could see what happened at 6:18 PM that afternoon.
When Lin Sanjiu thought of this, she suddenly heard laughter coming from the bar entrance not far away, but she couldn't tell what they were talking about.
"Excuse me." She walked over, trying to lower her voice, and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to the police station?"
A man with hair gel all over his head, looking like an otter, turned his head to glance at Lin Sanjiu, his hand still stuck on the bare shoulder of the girl beside him, reluctant to take it off.
"Who knows?" These four words were not his answer to Lin Sanjiu—because when he spoke, he had already turned his head, his gaze returning to his companion. With a sneer, he whispered in the girl's ear, "Dressed like a murderer in the middle of the night."
The girl giggled.
"Last time, Ave didn't give enough," the second man in a denim jacket said to himself, taking the opportunity to take a puff of his cigarette. For the three of them, asking for directions was already as good as done. "You should tell him—"
A fist landed on his friend's face, his eyes widened, and the cigarette fell from his mouth.
The otter-headed man staggered back a few steps, almost falling, and when he looked up again, blood was flowing from his nose; the astonishment on his face was instantly transformed into anger by alcohol, and he rushed up while roaring, "You hit me? I'll kill you!"
At the same time, the man in the denim jacket also reacted and began shouting loudly, reaching out to push Lin Sanjiu's shoulder—now it was two against one, their courage and anger as strong as the alcohol.
Lin Sanjiu felt a mix of annoyance and calmness at this moment, like the ebb and flow of seawater hitting her brain, feeling a bit weird.
If the otter-headed man had just answered her with an "I don't know," she would have left frustrated and found someone else to ask. However, not only did his attitude a moment ago ignite all the pent-up emotions inside her, but it also somehow reminded her people who come to bars to have fun could be from anywhere, but there probably aren't many people who live on this street and therefore wouldn't know the location of the local police station. It was already three in the morning, and apart from the vicinity of the bar, there were hardly any pedestrians to ask for directions. Plus, she was extremely resistant to getting into another taxi and letting the driver take her.
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So what should she do, get into a fight and let the people in the bar call the police?
Surprisingly, reason and impulse reached a consensus on one issue, so her punch felt extremely satisfying. It took all her strength to restrain the force of her fist, which was just lightly tapping the otter-headed man's nose, causing it to bleed gently.
Lin Sanjiu might not be able to do other things, but she probably doesn't have an opponent in this world when it comes to fighting. She had already figured out how to fight this out: every time the man in the denim jacket rushed up, she easily dodged him, occasionally pushing him aside, making him anxious; meanwhile, she mainly targeted the otter-headed man, striking hard, with large movements but light force, trying to hit areas that wouldn't hurt the bones but would bleed easily. In no time, the otter-headed man looked much worse than he actually was.
The area in front of the bar suddenly became chaotic. The girl screamed for help, and two security guards shouted angrily as they pushed through the crowd. Lin Sanjiu jumped and took two steps back, allowing the security guards to hold her down.
"Don't move!" one of the security guards shouted at her, pressing her against the wall. This person's intuition wasn't as sharp as Wu Lun's, but he was much stronger than the otter-headed man. Even though Lin Sanjiu was already being held down, he suddenly felt afraid, and his voice trembled slightly, putting all his strength into his hands. "Call the police, call the police quickly; it's getting serious; we need to take them to the hospital."
The other security guard quickly pulled out his phone. When the emergency call connected, a mechanical female voice sounded first: "Yu Xiaohai, please wait."
Yu Xiaohai must be the one making the call? Her guess that she couldn't call the police without a legal identity was correct.
Lin Sanjiu felt uncomfortable being pressed against the wall, so she shook off the security guard's hand, telling him, "I won't move," and then leaned against the wall, putting her hands in her pockets. If it weren't for the blood on her clothes, she would look no different from the other people who came to watch the commotion; for others, this was much more interesting than the band playing in the bar, and there were constant glances, whispers, and discussions.
"It's him who hit someone?" A girl whispered to her companion, "Although you can't see his face, don't you think he might be a bit handsome?"
"But he is capable of hitting people, you know. You have quite a terrible taste..."
"Maybe..."
Lin Sanjiu's attention was mainly on the security guard who made the call, almost ignoring the miscellaneous voices around her. There were probably quite a few troublemakers causing trouble after drinking in the bar, and the security guard named Yu Xiaohai summarized the situation in a few words, looking quite skilled. After hanging up the phone, he threatened Lin Sanjiu, "The police will be here soon! Don't move!"
When she saw the police car coming, she could disappear from the crowd, and no one could stop her. Then it would be simple: She could just follow the police car all the way back, and there was hope that she could find the surveillance footage before dawn.
"It's him who hit someone?" A girl whispered to her companion, "Although you can't see his face, don't you think he might be a bit handsome?"
"But he is capable of hitting people, you know. You have quite a terrible taste..."
Lin Sanjiu was taken aback and stood up straight.
This conversation had already happened once just now. So, does it mean that the security guard named Yu Xiaohai is about to—
"The police will be here soon! Don't move!" the security guard shouted again, his tone and actions exactly the same as before.
The events of the past half minute replayed.
This could only mean that there was a posthuman beside her right now.
"Who?" she shouted, forgetting to disguise her voice as male. She took a few steps into the middle of the street, scanning every face, shouting, "Come out!"
But the people around her seemed completely unaware of her actions. For the third time, the girl said, "It's him who hit someone?" Even the security guards didn't come to arrest her. The scene around her was being repeatedly rewound, but she could still move, and her time was still moving forward.
"I thought at first that you were the kind of posthuman who takes out their frustrations on ordinary people, a loser," a low voice sounded from the crowd. Lin Sanjiu suddenly turned her head, her gaze falling on a man's back.
"Now it seems, maybe not." The man slowly turned from the crowd, stepping out among the ignorant and unconscious ordinary people. The young face with clean skin and delicate features emerged like a star rising from the water, getting closer and closer. "It seems like you have a purpose... Are you trying to get them to call the police?"
Lin Sanjiu's heart raced as she spoke, "You're a posthuman. Did you take my notice?"
The young man chuckled and replied, "Yes, I'm temporarily considered a posthuman. You did a good job using Puppeteer to attract the attention of other posthumans, you're not bad... that thing is quite eye-catching even at night."
Sure enough, it was him who tore down the notice. Lin Sanjiu was just about to pounce on him to suppress him, but the thought and the power she had just gathered suddenly dissipated.
"How... how did you know it's eye-catching at night?" she asked hesitantly.
The young man glanced at her somewhat strangely. "Because I saw it at night," he replied. "After I tore down this notice, I've been waiting around here for three or four hours to see if you would reappear."
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Wu Lun disappeared at around 6 o'clock. So, he didn't take Wu Lun?
Just as Lin Sanjiu was shocked and suspicious, Han Jun's phone vibrated in her pocket.
It was Wu Lun's number.