Chen Lun stood in a sparsely populated alley and looked back at the main street of Huangtie City.
"Go back and help Floy complete the promotion ceremony."
With a smile on his face, he stepped into the spirit world.
When the surroundings were covered by a blurry light blue vision, Chen Lun was shocked to find a figure walking quickly not far ahead.
When he saw the visitor's appearance clearly, he was a little surprised.
It was the spirit messenger of the Murder Club, the waiter without facial features.
"Mr. Qiao Ke, it's nice to meet you."
The waiter also looked a little surprised.
"I didn't expect to meet you here..."
"Are you delivering mail for club members?"
Chen Lun asked curiously.
The waiter bowed slightly and passed the tray forward.
"Yes and no... This is an urgent commission from Mr. Drinker, a club member. Due to special circumstances, he is now seriously injured and has little time left, so he asked me to issue the task to other nearby club members."
Chen Lun did not take the envelope on the tray, but frowned and asked:
"Drink? Why is he in Yellow Iron City, and he is seriously injured... What happened?"
"have no idea……"
The faceless waiter reminded Chen Lun:
"Mr. Qiao Ke, please know that as a member of the Murder Club, you are obliged to accept emergency commissions and cannot refuse... and you are the only club member I can find in this area."
"I see."
Chen Lun said in a deep voice, picked up the letter on the tray and quickly opened it to check.
Drinker's letter was brief, containing only one sentence:
"Come to No. 5 Spin Street, the underground drainage channel!"
The paper was wrinkled, stained with dirt and blood, and the handwriting was crooked, which showed that Drinker was in a very bad state when he wrote the letter.
"I've accepted the commission. I'll go find him now."
Chen Lun folded the letter, put it in his windbreaker pocket, and then said to the messenger.
Drinker used the token to summon the Faceless Waiter, but did not call for help. Instead, he asked it to find a nearby club member and rush to the sewer.
Chen Lun had a bad feeling that there was only one possibility for Delink to do this.
That is, he felt that he was beyond help and was ready to find someone to entrust his last wishes to...it didn't even matter who that person was.
After bidding farewell to the messenger and returning to the real world, Chen Lun immediately rushed to No. 5 Speen Street. Because he was unfamiliar with the city, he asked for directions from passers-by several times on the road.
It took him several minutes to reach his destination at the fastest speed.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, he jumped into the sewer on the side of the street, then endured the disgusting filth and crawled into the passage on the side of the wall.
After walking a few steps, he came across a locked iron gate.
This is an obstacle specially installed by the Urban Planning Department to prevent accidents.
But for Chen Lun, this was meaningless.
He just snapped his fingers, and with a clang, the lock of the iron door was smashed to pieces.
Chen Lun pushed the door open and walked along the stone road on the right side of the sewer.
About two minutes later, he heard faint breathing sounds coming from the darkness.
'Found it!'
Chen Lun snapped his fingers, and the gloves emitted a fist-sized fireball, which hovered above his head and illuminated the surroundings.
Drinker was lying against the wall, covered in blood.
His legs had disappeared, and the broken parts were burnt and emitting a dark purple glow, faintly burning. His left arm was swollen and fat, totally out of proportion to a human body, and limp to the side.
“Who…is it?”
Drinker's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing cloudy pupils.
"Don't talk yet, I'll treat you."
Chen Lun said in a deep voice.
He stretched out his hand and activated the power of the [Jingzhe] bookmark, which emitted a bright green light and infused Delink with vitality.
Although he and Drink were not very close, at least they had fought side by side and could be considered a comrade-in-arms. Chen Lun did not want to see him die like this.
But after a few seconds, Chen Lun frowned.
Because he found that the vitality he transmitted seemed to fall into a bottomless pit. As much as it went in, it flowed away, and it had no effect on Drinker at all.
"It's you...Jack."
Drinker shifted his gaze to the handsome young man in front of him and forced an extremely ugly smile.
"I didn't expect it to be you."
He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he grabbed Chen Lun's wrist.
"Don't...don't waste your energy. I'm hopeless."
Chen Lun did not stop the green light treatment. He sighed secretly and said to Delink while thinking of a solution:
"What happened to you? Who beat you up like this?"
"Ahem... Rafa, it's Archbishop Rafa of the Red Apple Church... He has descended in a physical form, and I am no match for him."
Drinker spat out a mouthful of blood and continued:
"Don't talk yet, just listen to me... I can't hold on any longer."
He held his breath and spoke with difficulty about the reason why he came to Huangtie City.
Chen Lun listened silently, continuously transmitting vitality to Drinker with his hands. Although the effect was minimal, it was able to relieve Drinker's pain and made his speech a little smoother.
The other party showed a grateful look.
At the same time, Chen Lun also secretly sighed that if he had suffered such an injury, an ordinary extraordinary person would have died long ago.
It was also thanks to the faction of flesh and blood that Delink was a transcendent known for his strong vitality that he was able to hold on for so long.
From Derink's words, Chen Lun roughly understood that the other party came for revenge... and followed a group of monks from the Red Apple Church, chasing them all the way here.
The other party then briefly recounted his past, allowing Chen Lun to understand why he had such a deep hatred for the Red Apple Church.
"Is this Drinker's story?"
Chen Lun had a lot of feelings and his emotions were a little complicated.
In his previous life, he dug into the background story of the game, and although he had many feelings about it, they were not as strong as they are now.
Since he traveled through time, he has experienced many things, which have made him hate and pity this world more and more. Because what happened in front of him were real people, real reality.
"The leader of the Red Apple Church sacrificed himself, allowing the incarnation of Rafa to descend. You must be careful... This city cannot stay here any longer. Even Amber City may be affected."
Drinker seemed to have a last burst of energy and tremblingly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, with only one cigarette left in it.
But his stiff and weak hands were unable to take it out.
Chen Lun noticed that Drinker's fingers were charred, his joints were necrotic, and he couldn't even do the simple operations he used to do.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Drinker threw the cigarette box aside .
He laughed miserably.
Chen Lun silently picked up the cigarette box, took out the crumpled cigarette from it, personally put it to Delink's mouth, and then with a snap of his fingers, sparks lit it.
"Thanks……"
Drinker took a greedy sip and exhaled a long puff of smoke.
"You should know now why I didn't ask for help..."
He talked while smoking a cigarette.
"That's the power of Rafa's 'Moonlight' and the curse of a sword... I'm doomed. I just want to find someone to talk to."
Drinker's voice became serious, with a hint of pleading:
"Jack, after I die, you can take the remains of my spirit. I will also give you the things on my body, including the Balaguer necklace on my chest... I only ask you to help me complete one thing..."
"you say."
Chen Lun said in a deep voice.
"Destroy the Red Apple Church... Although this request is excessive, I can satisfy you even if it means killing one more Red Apple Church scumbag... cough!"
Drinker began to cough violently.
Blood began to seep from his eyes, as did his nostrils and ears.
"Most people in the murder club only care about their own interests, but I can see that you are a person who values ​​friendship... I was able to meet you before I died. This must be the guidance of fate."
Drinker's last sentence made Chen Lun feel complicated.
"Is it destiny's guidance...?"
After a few seconds of silence, Drinker's voice gradually became quieter, and finally he only said "thank you".
He is dead.
Looking at the unburned cigarette in Drinker's mouth, Chen Lun squatted in front of him, silent for a long time.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Drinker's body disappeared, turning into a roll of white bandages.
The necklace that was originally hanging around his neck also fell to the ground with a clink.
Next to it, there is a wallet containing money.
The burnt cigarette butt went out, and a wisp of green smoke ignited.
Chen Lun took a deep breath, picked up everything on the ground, then turned around and left without looking back.
Although, even without Drink's request, he would actively participate in the operation to hunt down the Red Apple Church.
But in the end, he agreed to Drinker.
'Has Rafa appeared again... What will he do this time?'
Chen Lun felt a little depressed and quickened his pace to leave.
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Drinker's death did not cause any waves.
He has almost no friends on a daily basis and is extremely unpopular in the Murder Club.
In a village in the State of Gem.
"Teacher, why did you pour three glasses of wine?"
Maggie was at the dining table and was confused after seeing Akbin's actions.
Akbin calmly filled the glass and said:
"This is a friend's wine, temporarily deposited with me, but he may never be able to drink it."
"He's dead?"
Maggie raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Akbin did not answer, but drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.