Chapter 36 Differences "It's about the same intensity as 'last time'..." Lumian looked at the skinless monster's corpse and muttered to himself. Before time went back, he and the monster had been fighting back and forth, relying on his overwhelming intelligence to seemingly solve the problem easily, but now it was just a matter of one axe. Of course, this was also because he had experienced it "before" and was very familiar with the sneak attack just now, so he made a prediction in advance. But no matter what, the comparison between the “before and after” was enough to make him feel that he had gained a qualitative improvement after becoming an Extraordinary Person. Lumian thought for two seconds, then moved the skinless monster's body and head to a corner, but did not bury them with stones, wood, or soil, leaving them and the blood on the ground exposed. Then, Lumian quickly searched the half-collapsed building, accurately found the remaining 197 Felgin and 25 Copeks, and sorted them into different pockets. He flipped through the little blue book again and found nothing unusual. After doing all this, he dived into the depths of the ruins, but after only moving forward twenty or thirty meters, he made a circle and returned to the place he had just been. Following the movement trajectory of the skinless monster when it was alive, he nimbly climbed onto the half-collapsed roof. After completing the necessary preparations, he hid himself.
Time passed minute by minute, and Lumian waited patiently, like an experienced hunter waiting for his prey. After an unknown amount of time, a figure came over from somewhere in the ruins. It looked like a half-human, half-beast monster, with its knees bending its calves forward, greasy black hair hanging down, and a hunting rifle slung behind its back. It was the monster that had given Lumian the extraordinary characteristic of "Hunter" "before". The shotgun monster moved forward cautiously, as if on a routine patrol. Suddenly, its nose twitched and it found a large amount of blood on the ground in the distance. It hurriedly changed direction and approached the half-collapsed building due to burning. Following the blood trail, the shotgun monster found the skinless monster's body and head. It squatted down and began to examine it carefully. On the half-collapsed roof, Lumian shook his head and muttered to himself: “You didn’t smell me at this distance? "Even if the smell of blood was covering it up, you shouldn't be so unaware!" While muttering, he raised the axe and chopped hard into the crack in the stone that had been deepened in advance. Wow! The half-collapsed roof began to shake, and heavy rocks fell down with a loud bang. The shotgun monster reacted extremely quickly. It immediately twisted its waist, stretched out its legs, and jumped towards the area that had not yet collapsed. Lumian smiled. He suddenly swooped down from the roof that had not yet collapsed, like an eagle catching its prey in mid-air. Amid the howling of the wind, Lumian and the shotgun monster met in mid-air. One of them looked down from above, raising his axe with one hand, while the other turned with his back to the height, turned around with difficulty, and tried to block. Lumian clenched his left hand into a fist and struck down. When the monster stretched out its arm to block, he opened his palm as if prepared, softened his strength, and grabbed the monster. As Lumian pulled back with his left hand, he swung the axe in his right hand down suddenly. With a "plop" sound and spilling blood, the man and the monster fell to the ground at the same time.
Lumian, who had a "cushion", was not affected and raised his hand to chop with the axe again. No matter how reluctant the shotgun monster's head was, it had to separate from its body and rolled twice. Lumian stood up, looked at the monster, and sneered in a low voice: “You’ve become weaker! "There's only a scary shell left, and what's stuffed inside is actually a scarecrow, right?" Having become a "hunter", he was confident that he could defeat the shotgun monster again, but he didn't expect it to be so easy. Looking at the corpse on the ground, Lumian patiently waited for the Beyonder Characteristics to emerge. But he waited for a long time and no crimson light appeared. “No?” Lumian asked himself in confusion. He didn't feel surprised at all. Because he had obtained the extraordinary characteristics of the shotgun monster "last time" and it turned into a potion and entered his body. Sure enough, since the time travel did not turn me back into an ordinary person, and did not make my Beyonder characteristics disappear, it means that there is one less Beyonder characteristic of "Hunter". The shotgun monster has simply returned to a state of being alive, but lacks the support of essential things... Now the question is, why am I still in the state before the time travel? Lumian could not think of an answer for a while, so he had to loot the few copper coins on the shotgun monster and walked out of the ruins. ………… After dawn, Lumian did not pretend to have a headache in front of his sister as he did on March 3th, and did not bring up topics related to the supernatural. Instead, he got up early and prepared food. Toast, fried soft-boiled eggs, sliced bacon, etc. were placed on the table one by one. "Oh, so diligent?" Aurore was quite surprised when she saw this scene when she came downstairs. "I thought you drank so much yesterday that you would not be able to get out of bed this morning." Lumian said casually: "Just one apple sour and one vermouth, what's too much?" "What's there to be proud of? Apart from wine, other alcoholic beverages are unhealthy and will affect our brains." Aurore shook her head and laughed, "No wonder you are getting dumber, my alcoholic brother." Lumian, who had never been able to win an argument with his sister, muttered softly: “Why is wine an exception?” "Because I like to drink it." Aurore looked as if to say, "Refute it if you have the guts." Lumian was speechless. After breakfast, he didn't rush out, but started kneading the flour. Aurore was amazed at this: "Did you get into some big trouble? You're so well behaved... "Tell me, sister won't beat you, at most you'll just have to take an extra fighting lesson." “No.” Lumian took the opportunity to start a conversation. “I just feel that the atmosphere in the village is getting weirder and weirder. Some people are behaving more and more abnormally. Aurore, do you feel that way?” According to his observation, his sister did not have any memory related to the time when she was rewinding, but the abnormality in the village definitely did not appear in the past few days. There should have been certain signs before March 3. As a "secret peeper", Aurore might have noticed something but just did not pay enough attention. Aurore's expression became a little more serious: "Even you can sense that something is wrong? "Tell me, who are the people who make you feel this way?"
Aurore knew that some people had certain problems, but she didn't expect them to be so serious... Lumian said as he washed his hands: "Madame Puaris, the parish priest, Ponce Bennet, and the shepherd Pierre Berry who returned to the village early." "Mrs. Pualis does have some problems. I knew something was wrong with her when she came to Cordu with the administrator, but she behaved very restrained. Apart from having extramarital affairs, there was nothing evil about her." Aurore recalled, "I've seen in her..." Aurore paused, as if not wanting to involve Lumian in the supernatural world. Continuously having extramarital affairs? Before Lumien discovered that Mrs. Puaris was having an affair with the parish priest, he thought she was a decent lady. Who knew that the parish priest was not her first lover. This, of course, fits the stereotype Lumian now has of Mrs. Puaris. "As for the parish priest, he has the same strong desire for supernatural powers as you, but he has never received the gift of the Church of the Eternal Sun." Aurore said as he thought, "A guy like Pons Bene, who has only muscles in his brain, can't do anything weird... There seems to be something wrong with the sheep that shepherd Pierre Berry drove back this time, but I can't see what's wrong, and I don't dare to look deeper..." As expected of Sequence 7 of the "Mystery Peeper" pathway... Before time went back, I had not communicated enough with my sister about this matter, and I actually missed the important clue that there might be something wrong with Pierre Berry's sheep... Well, at that time, I didn't have much doubt about Pierre Berry, I just thought it was a bit strange that he came back early to participate in Lent... Lumian was about to speak when there was a jingling sound at the door. Their doorbell rang. "Who is it?" Lumian asked as he walked over. "Auror has a telegram!" the person outside responded loudly. "Telegram?" Aurore looked puzzled. "Who sent me the telegram? There's nothing urgent happening recently..." Lumian was also puzzled: Before we went back in time, on March 3th, no telegrams were received at home! No, on March 3th, I went to the village square early to wait for Raymond. Maybe my sister received the telegram but didn't tell me... Lumian quickly found a possibility and opened the door. The person outside the door was indeed Bertrand, the administrative officer in charge of telegraphs. He handed a piece of paper to Lumian and said: "1 Felkin." Bertrand, with brown hair and brown eyes, was not from Cordu Village. He came from Darriege with the administrator. He was a young man who appeared enthusiastic but was actually greedy. Lumian took out a silver coin worth one filgum and threw it to Bertrand, then lowered his head to read the telegram. The content of the telegram was not complicated, and he quickly read through the general contents: "The writers' salon mentioned earlier will be in June. If you are willing, Miss Aurore, you can set off to Trier now and leave enough time for sightseeing. We guarantee that this will be a wonderful trip." The signature is from the editorial department of "Novel Weekly". This...Lumian's eyes suddenly widened. Is this a call back from Novel Weekly? "When did I say I was going to attend the writers' salon?" Aurore came over and took a look. "What's wrong with the editorial department of Novel Weekly? It's annoying to meet so many people at once!" At this time, Bertrand was already far away from the door. After hearing Aurore's words and considering the contents of the telegram, the stunned Lumian suddenly had a bold guess: The telegram in his hand was indeed a reply from "Novel Weekly", but it was a reply to the telegram he would send in a few days! A more accurate statement would be that the telegram I sent before time travelled back in time received a reply after time travelled back in time, but in the current experience, that telegram had not yet been sent! (End of this chapter)