Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 29 Infected Person

Hearing Sun Hang's undisguised footsteps, the young woman simply started running, while Sun Hang took big strides up the stairs, climbing three or four steps at a time. His speed was even faster than the other person's running one step at a time.

Soon, the young woman came into Sun Hang's sight. She looked back at Sun Hang and pushed him directly onto the debris piled on the stairwell.

The tattered wardrobe and the abandoned Simmons mattress fell down, instantly blocking the entire stairwell.

The stairwell of the tube building was very narrow. It took Sun Hang a lot of time whether he wanted to get out of the gap or clear out the debris. The woman looked back, and a smug smile flashed in her eyes above the mask.

But what she didn't expect was that Sun Hang didn't get through the gap, but his hand holding the gun went straight in -

"Bah!"

Gunshots rang out in the corridor, the woman screamed and immediately fell to the ground.

Sun Hang did not shoot at the opponent's vital points, but shot her in the calf.

The bullet penetrated the fabric of the tight jeans, and bright red blood slowly seeped out from the bullet hole, dyeing the dark blue fabric into purple.

The pride in the woman's eyes instantly turned into resentment and fear. She used her hands and feet to climb up with some difficulty. After glancing at Sun Hang, she limped to a higher level.

Sun Hang did not fire a second shot. Instead, he pushed aside the debris blocking the corridor, kicked down the Simmons mattress that was blocking his way like a wall, and walked upstairs leisurely.

His steps were steady, and the hand holding the gun stretched out slightly, causing the metal sleeve on the gun and the metal rod of the stair railing to constantly collide with each other, making a "ding ding ding" sound... To the person being chased, this crisp collision sound was like a death knell.

The young woman was dragging her injured leg, and it was only a matter of time before Sun Hang caught up with her.

Sun Hang was not in a hurry at all, nor was he worried about an ambush by his female accomplices in the building - apart from the young woman, he could not smell any "smell" and his subconscious did not perceive the existence of any dangerous factors.

Even if there is an ambush, it will not pose a threat to him.

Finally, the woman stopped on the ninth floor. She leaned against the door frame of Room 901, gasping for breath.

Room 901 has been completely emptied. There is a thick layer of dust in the hallway, and there are no footprints on the dust... It is obvious that this is not the woman's residence.

"You... who are you?" The woman stared at Sun Hang with fear in her eyes. "You have a gun... Are you a sheriff? Or someone from the Abnormal Investigation Bureau?!"

"Neither." Sun Hang shook his head, "But the answer is very close."

"You...you..." The woman's eyes suddenly showed despair, "Are you...a hunter?"

"Since you know Hunter, you should know why I came to you, right?" Sun Hang opened the slide of his pistol and checked the bullets, then looked him up and down, "Take off your mask and hat."

The other party hesitated for a moment, but finally did as he was told.

This is a young girl who looks only eighteen or nineteen years old. She is pale and thin, and seems to be severely malnourished. Her skinny breasts under her sweatshirt are no different from those of a man, and her limbs are as thin as bamboo poles.

Sun Hang raised the gun and pointed it directly at the girl's eyebrows.

"Wait, wait! Don't you want to ask something?" Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the girl was obviously panicked.

"That's not necessary." Sun Hang said softly, and the finger holding the trigger began to exert force. "Don't... don't kill me! I'll show you what you want!" The girl quickly raised her right arm and pulled down her sleeve with her other hand.

There is a large ulcerated area on the skinny forearm, but a closer look will reveal that this is not a simple skin ulcer. Under the festering dermis, there are many tiny granulations, which are slightly wriggling like the tentacles of some creature.

Just looking at it for a few more seconds is enough to make your scalp tingle.

Sun Hang was already certain that the odor he smelled came from here.

"Look! Look, I'm infected!" the girl said anxiously, "I know your rules! I'm infected, and I'm still conscious! According to your rules, you shouldn't kill me, but take me back... do, do your tests..."

"You know a lot... Who told you?" Sun Hang did not move the gun away.

"I... I searched it online..." the girl whispered, "After I was infected... I always wanted to find you, but I was afraid..."

"How did you get infected?" Sun Hang asked again.

"I...I don't know..."

"where is your family?"

"I don't have any family... I'm an orphan." The girl lowered her head. "My parents died of illness when I was very young. I have been living alone, relying on odd jobs..."

"Here's a piece of advice for you. When you write a story, you should pay attention to logic and avoid contradicting reality," Sun Hang said calmly.

"I'm not lying! Everything I said is true!" the girl argued.

"You live alone, do you need to buy so much food?" Sun Hang pointed to the bag on the ground. The buns and fried dough sticks in it were enough to fill the stomachs of more than ten people.

"I ate all of this by myself..." The girl pointed to the festering area on her forearm. "Ever since I got infected... I've always felt hungry. No matter how much I eat, I can't fill my stomach..."

"Your words, combined with your malnourished appearance, are indeed somewhat convincing. After all, no one knows the specific characteristics of the monster. The monster you are infected with may consume a lot of nutrients in the host body, but..." Sun Hang took out the brown sugar glutinous rice cake that the old man gave him from his pocket, stuffed half a piece into his mouth, and said while chewing, "You don't have to buy more than a dozen bags of soy milk, do you?"

"I...I...like to drink..."

"You said earlier that you make a living by doing odd jobs, and the clothes you wear are indeed cheap street goods... Assuming that your appetite is as terrible as you said, then your living expenses must be very tight." Sun Hang slowed down his speech and patiently analyzed to the other party, "Youtiao is one yuan, the price of vegetable buns is 80 cents, and the meat buns are a little more expensive, one yuan and fifty cents each... In comparison, isn't six yuan a bag of soy milk a bit too luxurious? I think drinking boiled water is more cost-effective, right?"

"What exactly do you want to ask?!" The girl's face turned pale and blue, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"You have accomplices, right? I mean... other infected people." Sun Hang said, "Take me to find them."

He hasn't eaten for days...

He is very hungry.

A bowl of "wonderful" weighing one and a half liang cannot fill his stomach.

(End of this chapter)