Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 116 Tracking Suspicion
It was also Hendrick’s first time in New New Brunswick. The scattered streets and people of different skin colors and clothing made him a little dazzled for a moment.

Fortunately, he had done some research before coming. He brought with him a New New Zealand travel map that he bought from a small shop at the station, and he had circled the location of the hotel with a marker in advance.

The hotel was not far from the station. Hendrik did not find his companion to pick him up, so he looked left and right as he walked, intending to appreciate the cultural landscape of the capital of Moses Sadd on his way to the hotel.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the walls of the red brick building. The distant church bells rang, and it was already 6 o'clock.

Hendrik looked up and saw the white pigeons on the roof startled by the bell and flying into the sky in groups.

He drank quite a bit in the car. When he was working in the factory, he was surrounded by other mechanics who had similar personalities to him, all very serious. After working overtime every day, he would go home to rest.

The guy I met on the bus today is quite interesting. Not only does he look like me, but he also speaks nicely. Although I don’t understand a lot of his words, he is definitely a funny guy who can make people laugh just with his expressions and actions.

Once we get to New Newland and finish our business, maybe I can ask him out for another drink.

Hendrick walked slowly forward while holding onto the wall, recalling the jokes Liu Yonglu had told in the carriage.

However, it is one thing to draw a route on the map, and it is another to actually follow the route to the hotel. New New Londo is not only complex with streets and alleys, but also has many waterways.

Most of these waterways are man-made canals that facilitate the transportation of various commodities from the capital to the surrounding cities. Therefore, they are winding and often stand in front of people, blocking their way.

As Hendrick walked, he found that he seemed to be lost. It was not quite accurate to say that he was lost, because he had just deviated from the route he had planned before. Finding the hotel should not be a problem, as there were many landmark buildings in New Newrent, and as long as he headed towards these buildings, he would always be able to reach his destination.

Thinking of this, Hendrick loosened his tie slightly and unbuttoned the top button of his collar to let himself breathe.

But just as he was passing through a bridge tunnel, he heard footsteps behind him.

The footsteps sounded familiar, as if... they had been following him since he left the station. In the alleys he had walked through before, no matter how quiet they were, there would always be four or five pedestrians passing by, so he didn't pay much attention to them. At this moment, the sound was particularly concentrated under the bridge, which aroused his vigilance.

The bridge hole is not long, but it is also pitch black. There are a few broken wine bottles and discarded old newspapers in the corner. When you raise your nose, you can smell the fishy smell of the canal and the urine of homeless people.

An ominous premonition gradually enveloped Hendrick's heart. He didn't dare to look back. He could only quicken his pace with the bag in his hand in an attempt to leave here quickly.

But as he quickened his pace, the footsteps behind him actually became slightly quicker, and the absurd rumors he had heard in Noviden also appeared in Hendrik's mind at this time.

Although New Nurent is the capital, the public security is not very good, especially at night or in some remote areas, where cases of assault and robbery often occur, and some pagans with strange habits will also attack travelers from other places.

After walking out of the bridge tunnel, Hendrick breathed a sigh of relief, but the suspicious footsteps were still following him. He clenched the luggage bag in his hand and stood at the intersection looking left and right, trying to find a busy street.

Just at this moment, a man in a beige windbreaker and a newsboy cap came towards him. When he passed by him, the man in the painter's cap whispered a reminder:
"Two people have been following you."

After saying this, he left without looking back. Who is this person?

Hendrick pondered for a moment, then he saw the tattoo pattern on the back of Newsboy Cap's hand.

A profile of a saint? As a believer, Hendrick's faith in the newsboy cap deepened.

On the bumpy cobblestone road, the suspicious footsteps still lingered. When Hendrick walked slowly, the footsteps became slower; when he walked quickly, the footsteps became faster. In addition, he was a foreigner who was not familiar with the road, so he could not get rid of them at all.

Just when Hendrick was in trouble, Newsboy Cap appeared beside him again, this time he caught up with him from behind, holding a brown paper bag in his hand, pretending to have just come out of the store.

"Come with me, or you'll be in danger."

It was past six o'clock, the sun was setting, and some streets were already hidden in the silence before night. Hendrick knew what he meant, that the stalker wanted to wait until nightfall before attacking him.

Feeling the life-and-death crisis, he followed the newsboy cap and pushed open the door of the apartment next to him.

This apartment was converted from an old government building. There is a five-story apartment building in the front and several small two-story buildings in the back. The manager rented them out to some small workshops and shops.

The man in the newsboy cap seemed to be very familiar with the terrain. He first took Hendrick to the top floor of the apartment, then went down the iron staircase outside the apartment, then passed through a perfume shop with doors on the front and back, and finally came to a quiet back street.

At this time, Hendrick looked back and saw that the stalker was no longer behind him. "Thank you, they were planning to rob..."

He was about to speak when the newsboy cap listened attentively and said:
"I haven't completely gotten rid of them yet. It's not safe here. Let's go hide in my friend's factory first."

The alley they were in had only two huge trash cans at the end. It was a dead end. The man in the newsboy hat pushed open the small door in the alley of the building opposite and went in.

"Thank you. How far is this from the Dandelion Inn?"

"It's not far, just two blocks away. When you go out of the building, turn left when you see Rudolph's Department Store."

"Excuse me, are those two stalkers part of a gang? Or are they some kind of pagans?"

"Who knows? New Newland has been in turmoil in the past six months. You're just unlucky. You got off at King's Cross Station, which is far from the downtown area. If you got off at Longford Station, these bastards wouldn't have the guts to follow you."

The man in the newsboy hat took Hendrick upstairs as he spoke. As they walked, Hendrick felt something sticky under his feet, as if something was stuck to the soles of his shoes.

"This is a soap factory owned by my friend. Don't worry. There's an emergency staircase over there. We can go down from there."

The hazy afterglow of the setting sun shone into the factory through the windows. Newspapers were stuck on several windows. Some corners of the room were shrouded in a faint darkness, making it difficult to see the entire picture.

Hendrick touched the cylindrical mixer beside him, which was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Is your friend's factory closed today? The soap factory should have been doing pretty well in recent years."

"Not bad, but the workers are not happy with their wages and are on strike. The factory has been shut down for a week."

The newsboy cap still didn't look back and just led the way.

How could such a thick layer of dust accumulate after a week of suspension of work? Hendrick was now completely sober. He turned around and ran, but just as he was about to run out the door and up the stairs, the door in front of him suddenly closed.

When he turned around, the man in the Times Hat was already stabbing at him with a sacrificial knife.

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An hour later, two stalkers wearing windbreakers and top hats walked into the second floor of the building. When they opened the door, they saw Hendrick's body lying on the ground.

A man in a windbreaker wrapped his hands with a white handkerchief and changed his position so that the body was facing up.

Hendrick's chest had been peeled open, and a line of words was written in blood on his stomach:

"Arrogance is both a tool for blasphemers to eat sin and a symbol of usurpation."

The two stalkers had solemn expressions. This was already the fourth victim, a traveler, with his chest cut open, organs missing, and the Saint's motto written in blood. The first three were mechanics who came to participate in the Continental Expo, so what was the identity of this one...

They pulled Hendrick's ID from his coat pocket.

Hey, have a nice weekend everyone. In fact, I have already started working yesterday.

Some people may have guessed the direction of the story later, but this crosstalk is not very popular, it is performed by Li Jindou and not many people tell it. But it’s okay, I feel more comfortable writing it without anyone digging into it.

Many old viewers asked me why I didn’t write about my daily life. I’m just looking for the right state. The last big chapter was written very compactly. I can feel it myself, just like I was in a hurry, and I was working non-stop.

So in this chapter, I want to loosen the tension a little bit. We will do enough to push the work forward, but we just don’t want Lao Liu to be so tired anymore.

Well, he has become a model worker after coming back. Even the young Justice Bao is not as busy as him.

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(End of this chapter)