Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 11: Modern World [Complete]

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.

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.