Just as Roland hesitated to approach the "traveler from another world" on the bridge, the other party suddenly let out a low roar without looking back.
Roland's heart sank: "What did you say, if I heard it right, what you just said was fuckoff" The other party's foul mouth was nothing, but it was a little scary to let him "get out" in the language of the earth, could it be that this person is also a traveler from the earth Thinking like this, Roland couldn't help but be a little excited, and hurriedly greeted him in English.
Unfortunately, the other party did not intend to communicate with him, and suddenly turned around like a whirlwind and flew a high whip leg, kicking him hard in the neck.
Roland had already sensed the hostility of the other party, and jumped back in time to dodge the attack, and at the same time saw an extra pistol in the opponent's hand, the muzzle of the black hole pointed at his chest, and he did not hesitate to pull the trigger "The shield comes" The legendary Beastmaster shield flew in response to the call and protected Roland in front of him, and the bullets fired by the opponent hit the wide and thick tower shield and burst into sparks, bounced back without leaving even a trace of bullet marks.
The distance between the two sides was only two or three paces, and the continuous shooting at such a close distance was also a potential threat to the shooter himself, and one of the bullets bounced back into the front door of the man, and a large ball of blood exploded on the spot.
The man staggered back with a cry of pain, leaning against the railing of the bridge, panting hard.
Roland saw that he had emptied his magazine, unsheathed his shield and strode forward, locking him by the throat in an attempt to subdue him.
The railing of the click bridge was more fragile than it looked, and it couldn't withstand the impact of the two men and suddenly cracked, Roland stumbled and almost fell off the bridge, instinctively pushed the man, turned back to the bridge with strength, and looked down to see that the mysterious man who shot him had fallen, and his figure was swallowed up by the thick fog above the river, and there was no response for a long time.
Roland waited on the bridge for a long time without hearing the sound of falling water, and wondered how far the bridge was from the river.
However, the wind howled in vain, unable to blow away the nightmare gray mist, and when the wind subsided, the mist quickly swept over to regain lost ground and refill his vision.
Roland scratched his head blankly, and couldn't help but suspect that he had fallen into another, more imperceptible dream after escaping the "microcosm" created by Sister Ringing, otherwise how could he explain that the fact that he had just seen a passer-by dressed like an earthling and who could speak English only seemed plausible if it happened in a nightmare.
Just as he was nervous, a long, terrible howl sounded like a dying beast overhead.
Roland moved slightly, his shoulders shook to stimulate the "divine flight", like a cannonball shot out from the bridge deck, and the next moment he had already hid under the eaves of a building opposite the bridge, so as not to be smashed by the falling object of unknown origin. boom A figure fell like a falling star, almost smashing through the wooden bridge deck.
The falling object fell to the ground and immediately ceased, and a dark liquid spread out from beneath it.
Roland hurried back to the bridge, and when he got closer, he saw a twisted corpse lying prone in a pool of blood, judging by what it was wearing to be the same strange man who had shot him.
"This guy obviously fell off the bridge and into the river, how did he fall from the sky in a blink of an eye" Roland looked up at the sky, and the gray mist in the sky was so similar to the haze on the surface of the river that it would have been difficult to tell what was the sky and what was the earth if it weren't for the crimson crescent moon looming behind the mist.
Roland looked back at the strangely shaped high-rise buildings on the side of the road with their roofs shrouded in thick fog, and on a whim, he stood upside down with his hands on the ground, trying to re-examine this strange city from an upside-down perspective.
He was disappointed to see the city and its buildings absurd, and unable to explain why the roads and bridges hung overhead.
In addition to the possibility of heaven and earth being reversed, what other perspective can reasonably explain a person who fell off a bridge, disappeared, and then fell from the sky?
The more he meditated, the more Roland felt a headache, in this strange plane, the laws of the world tend to be chaotic, any attempt to think logically will be rejected by the laws of the world, only by giving up rational thinking, giving up using intelligence to solve problems, returning to instinct and animal nature, can the mind be calm.
Roland didn't want to be degraded into a beast by the environment, but he also knew that there was nothing he could solve by struggling with it right now.
Turning to the smashed corpse and peeling back the blood-stained hood, Roland saw the face of a middle-aged man.
The unkempt beard had not been taken care of for a long time, and his appearance could be called handsome, his wide eyes were bloodshot, and the pupils that had spread showed strange circles.
Roland had seen a similar anomaly in Sister Ringing's eyes, and he was not sure whether it represented a certain illness or a cursed trait, but the experience of two distress times had taught him that the reddened pupils and threaded ones were all unreasonable and aggressive, and it was best to kill them as soon as they met The deceased was still holding the pistol in his right hand.
Pistol.
There is no such gun type in the world of Vares, and in terms of power, it is actually inferior to a 1 enchanted hand crossbow.
Roland dismantled the magazine and confirmed that it was mostly from Earth, with a completely different structure from Varess's magic guide gun, and a different firing principle.
Although it was just a piece of scrap metal, Roland still wiped it clean and stuffed it into a storage bag as a souvenir.
There was also a hiking bag on the body, and the container of the suspected thermos flask turned out to be a stainless steel thermos flask, but unfortunately it had been broken.
There was a box of melted chocolates in the bag, as well as two cameras, a small digital camera and a large DSLR, which were also shattered.
Roland thought he could find a mobile storage device such as a mobile phone or laptop, but unfortunately he didn't, only a palm-sized notebook, the title page said "shabha, 20" and the number behind it was unrecognizable, and the pages of the notebook with text were torn out, leaving all blank.
In addition, Roland found a passport with obvious traces of smoke and fire in the middle of the notebook, and could not see the holder's photo and nationality, and could only guess that the person's surname might be "Drake" based on the vague letters.
Roland tucked the notebook into a storage bag and knelt down beside the deceased to soothe his eyes.
The other party took the initiative to attack first, and he had already lost his mind, and there was nothing to feel guilty about Roland killing this person, but considering that the other party was also from Earth, he was the first fellow villager he had met in the past three years, and finally ended the encounter in such a way, he couldn't help but feel a little sad
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