When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 193 Survivor

"Are you sure you looked at all the locations carefully when you just reminisced about your youth?"

On the road outside the church, Nan Ke and Graves were walking back.

Before finding out what happened here, Nan Ke is not going to rush forward, because every bit of information he has here will be more beneficial to his subsequent decision-making.

For example, the weird scene I just discovered in the church was impossible in my initial expectation.

And its appearance, at least let me know that the leader of the darkness is not Sagittarius, because this is completely inconsistent with Sagittarius' style of painting.

As for who the person with this strange hobby is, Nan Ke still needs more information to help himself prove.

"I took a rough look, but there must be some omissions that I didn't see." Graves bit his cigarette holder and said.

"Let's look separately, I'm on the left, and you are on the right. If there is any situation, please call."

"Wait a minute, are you so sure that someone can survive from those ghosts?" Graves pointed to the church behind, "And when the whole town is almost wiped out?"

"How did you survive?" Nan Ke asked back.

Since Graves was able to survive, it proves that the noses of any group of ghosts are flawed.

"Just because of this?"

Graves pursed his lips, anyone would feel that he is a special existence, that even if he is not a child of a plane, he must at least be an illegitimate child or something.

Therefore, it is right for me to encounter good luck, but it is certainly impossible for other people to have this kind of luck.

"Do not."

Nan Ke shook his head, recalling the image of the tavern cleaners in his mind, especially the details of their clothing.

As the saying goes, things of a kind flock together and people are divided into groups. Judging by the simplicity and frugality of the two cleaners, Nan Ke didn't think there would be any waste in the construction of the only church in the town.

And this saving should be able to be directly detailed to the position of the seat.

"Have you noticed the placement of the pews in the church?"

Nan Ke asked.

".No." Graves' attention was focused on the rows of 'people'.

"The seats in the church are not arranged in two neat rows of the same shape like the churches in New York, but are divided into many small pieces, and they look old and new.

This proves that these stools may be temporarily made and put in when there is a need, and the last two 'half people' may be the murderer's obsessive-compulsive disorder attack, and they were forced to sit full.

But this also proves that the extra position should be owned by the owner, but it is not known whether the owner went out temporarily, or because he hid in a certain place and escaped the catastrophe.

Now, we should hope that that person can stay here and survive, so that we can learn more from him. At least, he can tell us who the opponent is! "

As Nan Ke said, he walked towards the first room on the left which is closest to the church.

The structure of this room is much simpler and more transparent than the one at Zhenzikou. The basic structure and decoration can be seen at a glance, saving Nan Ke a lot of time.

But in order to ensure that he would not miss every detail, Nan Ke still walked in, knocking on the door panel and the wall with his fingers, and at the same time, added some extra strength when his feet fell.

After walking around, there was basically no problem on the first floor, so Nan Ke went up the stairs at the door to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor is a little more private, because there are separated rooms and cabinets, Nan Ke began to search in every direction.

Next to the bedside table in the master bedroom, Nan Ke saw a photo. It was a family portrait. In the photo, apart from a couple in their thirties and forties, there was also a boy who looked five or six years old.

Nan Ke's gaze paused for a moment on the face of the male lead in the photo, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. This man was not either of the two cleaners.

Knowing that the tragedy happened, and seeing the tragedy unfolded, the feeling is obviously different. If it is not necessary, Nan Ke does not want to see the bodies of the two cleaners' family members.

In the church just now, he was also forcing his eyes not to stay on the figures of the children, just to prevent seeing the shadows of acquaintances from their faces.

I searched around again, but nothing happened to Nanke, so he returned to the stairs, and when he was about to go downstairs, his footsteps paused.

On the left wall where the stairs just came up, there is a painting.

Even according to Nan Ke's most ordinary aesthetics, he would feel that this painting, which is almost the size of a normal adult, is very incongruous in this position.

The painting was nailed to the wall with nails. Looking closer, Nan Ke found that the 'nailer' was a bit rough.

Based on what the two cleaners said, their construction skills are definitely superior among ordinary people. After all, most of their houses and furniture are built by themselves.

A group of people who can build a house, can't they hammer nails?

Several daggers formed by the converging wind emerged from Nan Ke's fingertips, and scratched a few times at the screw position, and Nan Ke removed the whole painting from the wall.

After the painting was taken down, behind it was not a thick wall, but a bunch of quilts, which tightly blocked the opening of the hole, almost blocking all the possibility of air flow.

"."

Nan Ke raised his arm, but then put it down again.

A true warrior dares to face the bleak life, but Nan Ke doesn't think he is a warrior.

Because of this, he didn't think he would want to face such a bleak ending.

so.
"Graves!"

Graves ran over in a hurry, and said to Nan Ke in surprise, "Did you find out?"

Until now, he still felt that Nan Ke was talking nonsense.

"Here, pull it out and see if there is anything in it."

Nan Ke pointed to the place blocked by the quilt in front of him and said.

"alright."

Graves frowned, but still didn't ask 'why didn't you talk'.

He walked up the stairs, while Nan Ke walked down, "I'll make room for you."

"it is good."

Graves came to Nanke's previous position.

After Nan Ke vacated his seat, he didn't stop. Instead, he walked straight down until he reached the living room below. He found a bench for himself and sat down.

There was a kettle on the table next to him. Nan Ke lifted the kettle and poured a glass of water into the cup in front of him, but he didn't drink it, but sat quietly, looking at the ceiling above his head.

(End of this chapter)