I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 470

"No one would have imagined that a kind and gentle school bus driver would be a member of a cult who had planned multiple terrorist attacks."

Benjamin spoke, almost as if groaning.

"What should I do next? Should I go and investigate that old man who drives the school bus?"

Do you think I would agree to your suicide proposal?

Jamie countered on the phone.

"...When did you become so sharp-tongued...?"

Benjamin opened his mouth, but could only mutter a frustrated complaint.

"Human life is no small matter. We can only continue the investigation if we ensure our own safety."

“I know… wait a minute, I’ve already been attacked, so what about Prince William and his group who were also in contact with the school bus driver, and Officer Gary? Are they…”

"Didn't you say before that Prince William and his group were going to see Su Fan? It's about time now."

"How can we place our hopes on something so unrealistic..."

"It's not just a figment of imagination. More dangerous than Prince William is that policeman. Didn't you just say he went home alone?"

Benjamin was interrupted by Jamie before he could finish speaking.

"If you want to save his life, call him right now and tell him to do what I say."

"..."

After listening, Benjamin hung up the phone and paused for a second.

The reason is simple: Jamie's "life-saving" method was simply too absurd.

But time was of the essence, so he simply gave up thinking, pulled out the phone book, and pressed the dial button!
The connection prompt tone rang slowly, but Benjamin's anxiety grew, and he paced back and forth under the streetlights like a headless fly.

Finally, there was a sound from the other end of the phone!

Benjamin didn't have time to listen to the greetings from the other end before he launched into a rapid-fire monologue.

"Listen, Gary, if you're in danger right now, run immediately towards the building where the terrorist attack happened a few days ago!"

A crackling sound came from the receiver, as if the call was being interfered with by something.

The call ended before Benjamin could say another word.

When I dialed again, the call still failed to connect.

……

"You're right, Manchester has played exceptionally well this season. Both Manchester City and Manchester United have performed to their expected level..."

At the bar entrance, Gary, his face flushed with drunkenness, was arm in arm with a bearded man he had just met, chatting about the football league that was nearing its end.

When they waved goodbye, the two seemed to feel like they had known each other for a long time.

"Damn it, I've been so busy with work these past few days that I haven't had any time to watch the games..."

Gary let out a long sigh of relief, as the white mist mixed with alcohol drifted into the air.

He couldn't help but recall what had happened that day, and what was particularly striking was that the seemingly insignificant reporter was able to have such a pleasant conversation with a member of the royal family.

No wonder the chief readily agreed to let the other party access cases within the police station.

However, the reporter named Benjamin had strong insight and associative abilities; he was very capable.

If all the people with connections in the police department were like Benjamin, that would be great.

Gary hiccuped and headed towards his house.

As night gradually descended, the city lights came on, making most places as bright as day. However, there were still some places that could not be illuminated by the light.

As Gary walked, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure in the alley to the side.

"despair"

He stopped.

An ordinary person's body curves are not so smooth; there is no doubt that the figure he just glimpsed was not wearing any clothes.

In that instant, numerous rape and molestation cases that had occurred in the alley flashed through Gary's mind, and his police instincts compelled him to investigate. But just as he was about to turn around, a chill swept through his body.

An ominous premonition.

"As living beings, humans will instinctively react with aversion to those things. If you feel something is wrong, then there is probably some ghostly thing targeting you."

Gary suddenly remembered what reporter Benjamin had said during the on-site investigation earlier that day.

Under intense pressure, his senses became exceptionally sharp.

The surrounding noise suddenly disappeared, as if a hand had forcibly pressed the mute button.

The shadows of the roadside trees swaying under the streetlights are twisted and deformed, like a giant demon's hand trying to grab and crush him!

run!
Gary, who had been drunk, was now completely sober. With his adrenaline surging, his physical abilities suddenly improved.

He instinctively wanted to run towards his home, but just then, his cell phone inside his jacket suddenly rang.

who is it?

Was it really a human attacking? Or could it be the whispers of a demon?
Various thoughts flashed through Gary's mind, chaotic and rapid.

In just two seconds, he made his decision, pressed the answer button with his thumb, and held it to his ear.

"Listen, Gary, if... you're in danger right now, run towards... the building that's being attacked!"

A familiar voice entered my ears.

Benjamin?
How did he know I was right now...?

Building... building... which building...

Suddenly, Gary's mind flashed back to the conversation between Benjamin and Prince William.

They all seemed to know that rising superhuman.

In that instant, Gary found the answer!

He sprinted across the street, grabbed a lamppost, and swerved to speed towards the area that had been reduced to ruins!
The chilling aura behind him suddenly surged, and the evil seemed to seep into his pores and penetrate into the cracks of his bones.

If someone were looking down from high above at this moment, they would surely see a giant hand formed from a dark shadow, gradually approaching the man running ahead!
Five meters... four meters... three meters...

The giant hand was moving faster and faster, and the distance between them was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Gary's jacket seemed to be burned by an invisible flame, quickly carbonized, and then shattered in the air.

Next comes the lining.

The skin on his back was exposed and had already begun to show signs of darkening!

hurry up! Hurry up!

The snacks he had eaten with the drinks earlier gushed back up his esophagus, but Gary didn't bother to wipe them away. If he slowed down even slightly, death awaited him!

We had just eaten and drunk our fill when we had to march so hard; even police academy training didn't have such rigorous programs. Not to mention, my physical fitness isn't what it used to be.

Gary's vision was blurry, and he could barely see what was in front of him. He only vaguely remembered that his destination was in this direction.

The legs, stretched to their limits, had lost their former agility, to the point that they could no longer avoid the cracks that they could have avoided before.

Gary's exhausted body completely lost its balance when he stepped into the air.

He fell to the ground, his body tumbling with inertia until he finally came to a stop.

With his cheek pressed against the cold, damp ground, Gary saw a giant black hand, accompanied by a howling, evil wind, pressing down on him, intending to crush him completely.

But for some reason, the giant hand suddenly stopped.

As if sensing something, it quickly withdrew, panicked and terrified.

But even faster than that was a sound.

"Zheng..."

The crisp sound was like a sword being drawn from its sheath.

The giant black hand was suddenly severed at the root and vanished into thin air...

(End of this chapter)