After a busy life, An Wen spent nearly three hours until it was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night before turning over the central garden. When he returned to the lighthouse platform again, the bag in his hand had become bulging. The hard work of the night was really very, very rich.

I found a hidden corner under the lighthouse to hide my bag. An Wen sat down leaning against the fence, took out a few pies and juice from his windbreaker, and slowly started eating. After spending herbs for several hours, I forgot to eat the midnight meal.

While eating the belated midnight meal, An Wen took out the work notes he had found from the Soulless Walking Corpse before and looked at them.

"Radio Recorder? Fisherman's accusation? The domineering fishery association? The dark shadows in the quiet lake? What's the mess?"

An Wen frowned, threw the opened work note aside, picked up the juice that was placed aside and took a sip.

According to the records in the work note, this soulless zombie is a radio recorder in District 69 of Jinghu City. While looking for radio materials in the city, he accidentally heard the fisherman’s complaints, so he was preparing to investigate the hidden illegal activities of the Fisheries Association of District 69.

Why did he come to District 98 on the 4th day of the Astrological Week two days ago? What did he experience during this? He didn't write it on his work note, but according to the records on the note, there should be three radio recorders and his group.

An Wen recalled that before, those soulless zombies, who were wearing radio recorder work shawls, seemed to see only two, which means that one of them was missing. I don’t know if they were not involved in the inner world or just died somewhere else.

No matter how you wait to see the dock on Linhu Chang Street. The work note records that the last destination of these radio recorders is at that dock. It has only been two days since then. Maybe the whereabouts of the unknown recorder are huddling in that corner, waiting for rescue in despair.

Although this probability is very small, it has not been unavailable in the association's records.

After having midnight meal, An Wen took a break, got up and got off the lighthouse platform, walked through the flower garden, left the central garden from the north entrance, and followed the central avenue that separated the city and headed towards Linhuchang Street.

Not long after walking out of the garden, the fog that was forced to retreat by the lighthouse rays surged up again. An Wen's vision went from clear to blur, and finally fixed at about 45 feet (15 meters). This vision distance cannot be said to be very good, but it is not bad, at least it is much better than at the beginning, the 5-foot vision was much better.

An Wen killed the fog dog, black crow, and living shadows all the way. Occasionally, he would find soulless corpses in the wastelands on both sides of the road, as well as a few scarecrows. It took a little effort to walk out of the central avenue and set foot on the long street in Linhu.

There are many soulless zombies and scarecrows who were killed tonight. Other places in the city have not been patrolled yet. Since the completion of District 98, I don’t know how many citizens have been involved in the inner world and died here. The damn night watchman is still whitewashing the peace and pretending to be nothing happened.

An Wen understood that they relied on the "Dimensional Gate" to sink, so it was difficult to cover everything, but so many soulless zombies could no longer be explained by negligence. This time, we must submit a report to tear off their diligent fake faces.

“The pier in Area 98 is here…”

An Wen stood at the corner of the street, recalled the city map he had seen, and soon found the direction to the pier, turned around and walked over.

The density of monsters on Linhuchang Street seemed to be much thinner. Along the way, except for killing a few quack crows, they didn't even encounter one of the fog dogs that could be seen everywhere. The situation was a bit abnormal.

It shouldn't be like this, unless there is a powerful monster on Linhuchang Street that drives all the fog dogs away.

An Wen slowed down and became more vigilant.

As he advanced, the distance between the dock gradually shortened, and a clamor came from the fog. An Wen deviated from the direction of his advance and approached the lake and held the street railings to look at the dock under the long street.

I saw a hazy orange fire in the direction of the pier in the gray and white fog, swaying and dancing.

This is strange. The monsters in the inner world actually ignite the fire. It turns out that there is no new urban area. All the strange monsters in the inner world have come out, which is really eye-opening.

Generally speaking, monsters living in the wet fog hate firelight the most, but under the dock here, there are obviously some strange species that are not ordinary.

An Wen was really curious. He hesitated for a few seconds, adjusted the brightness of the lantern hanging above his head, quietly leaned against the railings by the lake, and dived towards the dock.

After sneaking silently for a few minutes, An Wen successfully touched directly above the dock, hid behind the lamppost on the street, poked his head out and glanced at the dock below.

Good guy!

I saw a group of big-eyed fish monsters about 4 feet high (1 meter 33) on the '7' type pier, close to the bottom of Huchang Street, and in the corner of the plank road leading to the water in the middle of the lake, about 100 people, waving harpoons and spears, and wet and mucus flowing all over the body, clattering around the fire.

As an amphibian, the fish monster actually raised a bonfire and was still caring around the flames. Who can tell me what happened? When the tutor taught me that, that was not what he said.

An Wen hid behind the lamppost, staring at the fish monster tribe below like an unknown country bumpkin.

Just when An Wen was wondering if he had found a parallel tutor, the fish monster below took a new move. On the pier plank road leading to the middle of the lake, several short fish monsters carried a wooden stick about 9 feet (3 meters) long, which was about 9 feet (3 meters) long, and walked out of the fog.

A woman with her hands and feet tied up on the wet wooden stick, leaning back to the shape of a bow, her whole body was stripped naked, and her head was drooping with long hair dripping.

"Jiuke, jiuke, jiuke..."

The fish monsters shouted horns, carried wooden sticks and shook them towards the fire. An Wen, who had a very good vision, saw the drooping peaks of the women at a glance, shaking left and right like two heavy fruits as the fish monsters moved.

"...Okay, this barbecue material has a good figure!"

An Wen was not a great writer in this life, and his memories of his previous life were almost lost. He could not find a suitable word to describe the scene he saw at the eyes. He could only leave a dry comment, and then slowly pulled out the long knife and leaned on the fence. He took out 5 doses of flame bottles from his belt with his left hand and buckled them in his hand. He stepped over the fence and stepped forward a few steps to stand on the edge of the long street, quietly looking down at the dock below.
Chapter completed!