Chen Mo acted in strict accordance with Lin Wenyuan's instructions.
He first changed his worn-out suit in a public bathroom and put on the ordinary sweater and jeans he had prepared in his backpack. Then, the cuff links and terminal surfaces were wiped with a special solvent (contained in the equipment package given by the old cat) to remove possible tracking particles or chemical marks. Finally, he was cruel. After closing the association terminal, he physically destroyed its core chip and battery, and then scattered the debris in several garbage cans far away in the city. He kept the old com given by Su Yat-sen, but took out his battery and stored it separately.
Then, like a real fugitive, he used the complicated terrain and public transportation (subway, bus and even walking) at night to constantly change directions and means of transportation, and bypassed almost half of the city. It was not until after midnight that he gradually approached the address given by Lin Wenyuan.
It was an old residential area built in the 1970s and 1980s, with mottled buildings, dim street lamps and almost no monitoring. The safe house mentioned by Lin Wenyuan is on the top floor and the sixth floor of one of the buildings, and there is no elevator.
Chen Mo, dragging his tired and aching body, climbed the stairs quietly. The corridor is full of sundries, and the air is filled with stale smells. He found the corresponding house number and gently opened the door with the brass key.
The door was dark and smelled of dust. Chen Mo turned on the miniature flashlight (non-association standard) and carefully checked it again.
This is a small apartment with one room and one living room, with simple furniture and thick white cloth. Obviously, no one has lived in it for a long time. However, it seems that water and electricity can still be used (Lin Wenyuan may maintain it regularly). The windows are covered with heavy curtains. Under the bed in the bedroom, Chen Mo found a small hidden storage space, which contained some canned food, bottled water, simple medical kits, several sets of clothes, and even a small pile of old cash with different denominations. Lin Wenyuan's preparation is really thoughtful.
After confirming that there was no danger, the silence was really relieved, and a strong sense of fatigue and the pain of the wound came instantly. He locked the door, fastened the internal bolt and tightened all the curtains before he dared to treat the wound.
Taking off his clothes, he saw the wound on his back with the help of a torch light. It was in the place where the side porch was brushed by shadow tentacles. The wound was not deep, but the skin showed an abnormal gray-black, the edge was numb, there was no bleeding, and only a biting pain spread around. Even weirder, under the skin next to his wound, there seems to be extremely fine, black filaments crawling slowly, like life, trying to drill deeper.
It is the erosion of shadow power!
Chen Mo heart in a surprised, think of Sue yat sen villa said, some strange attacks will leave hard to get rid of "concept pollution" or "logical residue". I'm afraid this shadow erosion is much more troublesome than ordinary trauma.
He immediately opened the medical bag, which contained disinfectant alcohol, gauze and antibiotic ointment, but apparently there was no specific medicine to deal with this "abnormal wound". He tried to clean the wound with alcohol. At the moment when the alcohol touched the wound, it made a slight "zi zi" sound and emitted a faint black smoke, which caused more severe burning pain from the wound, but those black silks just shrank back a little and did not disappear.
No, conventional means are ineffective.
Chen Mo remembered the ancient mirror fragments in his backpack. This mirror is related to "faceless woman", and the mirror logic of "faceless woman" may have some opposition or interference with the light and shadow logic of "shadow" to some extent. Moreover, the fragments of the ancient mirror have absorbed his blood before, which seems to have some connection with him.
He hesitated, but took out the lead box, opened it and took out a smaller piece of ancient mirror. In the dim light, the fragments glowed with a cold bronze luster.
He held the fragment carefully close to the wound behind him.
At first, there was no response. But when he concentrated and tried to "communicate" or guide the fragments with earrings (he didn't know exactly how to do it, he just tried instinctively), the mutation happened!
The fragments of the ancient mirror trembled slightly, and there was a very light, water-like ripple on the surface. At the same time, there was a throb from the earring of Chen Mo's left ear, as if it resonated with the debris.
Then, those black silks at the wound, like natural enemies, twisted violently! They no longer try to go deep into Chen Mo's body. Instead, they seem to be pulled by an invisible force, stripped from the wound skin bit by bit, and turned into extremely light black gas, which was absorbed by ancient mirror fragments!
The process was accompanied by unbearable tingling and tingling. Chen Mo gritted his teeth and a cold sweat seeped from his forehead. He could "feel" that after the black gas was inhaled into the debris, there seemed to be some chaotic and cold "reverberation" inside the debris, but it was quickly suppressed and digested by some force of the debris itself.
It lasted about ten minutes, and the black silk was finally completely removed from the wound, and the skin returned to normal color (although the wound was still there), and the cold erosion was greatly reduced. Chen Mo disinfected with alcohol, applied ointment and bandaged it, and felt much better.
Fragments of ancient mirrors ... actually have the function of purifying abnormal erosion? Is it because they belong to the same "conceptual" forces and can influence each other? Or is it because of the connection between the debris and his blood that he can respond to his needs?
Chen Mo looked at the pieces whose luster seemed a little dim, and his heart was full of doubts, but also a little more fortunate. At least, there is another card that may save your life.
After treating the wound, he simply ate some canned food and drank some water. Extreme mental and physical exhaustion flooded him like a flood. He didn't dare to sleep on the bed (the goal was too obvious), but wrapped in a blanket, curled up in the narrow gap between the wardrobe and the wall in the corner of the bedroom, which was relatively hidden and easy to react at any time.
Darkness and silence (absolute silence for him) enveloped him. The thrilling pictures of the day are played back uncontrollably in my mind: Zhou Wenyuan's gentle and elegant but cold and cruel face, the horrible green light of "Ghost Eye" Yu Pei, the horrible expression of Boss Wang before he died, the silent pursuit of shadow figures, and Zhou Wenyuan's last meaningful eyes ...
The danger comes not only from the strange "unspeakable", but also from the "people" like Zhou Wenyuan who are hidden in human society but hold the power of terror and plot unknown.
How is Su Yat Sen now? Did the struggle within the association affect her? Is Chen Yu really safe? What role does Lin Wenyuan, an old fox, play in this whirlpool?
Problems, like heavy stones, weigh on my mind.
But at the moment, there is nothing he can do. He must hide, regain his strength and bide his time.
He clenched the light dagger in his sleeve, and touched the fragments of ancient mirrors and the "blood pulp stone" stored close to his body. Stud ears are faintly burning in silence, as if digesting a lot of information absorbed tonight.
In this cold, old and isolated safe house, Chen Mo was so clearly aware of his weakness and loneliness for the first time. He is like a boat swaying in a storm, with unknown waves in front and a harbor that my sister needs to guard behind.
He cannot sink.
Exhaustion finally overcame thoughts, and Chen Mo fell asleep in the shadow of the corner.
Outside the window, the night in the city is still thick. And some invisible undercurrents are surging more violently in this silent night.