Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 81 City Blockade
So, the message on the radio saying "If you have any problem, please call the emergency hotline" is actually just empty talk.

However, federal officials should activate a batch of new communication channels to alleviate the current situation where military communication channels are overcrowded.

Sun Hang looked around the living room and found a second note on the refrigerator next to him, attached by a magnet.

"I forgot to tell you that you should report to the research institute after you wake up. But you don't need to get up too early. Just get there before noon."

"There are still three and a half hours of free time." Sun Hang glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of frozen dumplings, and a box of pasteurized milk, then walked to the kitchen in slippers.

He poured all the dumplings into the rice cooker, poured half a pot of tap water into it, then covered the lid of the rice cooker and pressed the switch on the power strip.

He also couldn't remember where he learned how to cook dumplings in a rice cooker. Perhaps... this was a skill he had mastered before he lost his memory?
A skill used to muddle through life.

While cooking dumplings, Sun Hang returned to the living room, picked up the earphones he used yesterday and put them on. However, the communication channel that was extremely lively yesterday was extremely silent today. Apart from the slight noise of the electric current, there was no sound at all.

"It seems that the military has abandoned all the communication channels from yesterday..." Sun Hang muttered to himself.

The abandonment of the communication channels was most likely due to the thugs - after they attacked the city defense guards and the sheriff, they naturally obtained the communication equipment of those attacked. If the original communication channels were not abandoned, then every decision made by the Disaster Response Committee would be almost transparent to these thugs.

"I'm not good at anything and I'm the number one troublemaker." Sun Hang took off his headphones and threw them on the coffee table, but the next second, he picked up the headphones and put them back on.

"Connect to the communication channel currently in use..." Sun Hang thought silently in his heart, and at the same time began to desperately recall the feeling when he made the metal nameplate change its texture.

He wanted to test whether his ability was only able to change the shape of matter, or whether it was truly "wishes come true."

As Sun Hang's heartbeat rate slowly increased, the noisy sound of electricity in the headphones also began to gradually intensify. Faintly, Sun Hang seemed to hear a human voice mixed in the noise of the electricity.

But the next second, there was a slight explosion inside the earphones, and then all the sounds disappeared, and a smell of burnt plastic emanated from the earphones.

"The earphones are reimbursed?" Sun Hang was slightly stunned. He subconsciously remembered the power outage that happened when he was in the hospital.

He was very sure that he had just heard someone talking - that voice was definitely not an auditory hallucination.

In other words, can my ability... really be used like this?
This is definitely not the ability of Taotie, and it shouldn't even be an ability that Taotie can obtain - as long as the original owner of this ability is willing, Taotie will not be able to devour it no matter how hard he tries.

Sun Hang stood in the living room, breathing a little faster.

Just then, the noise coming from the kitchen suddenly interrupted Sun Hang's thoughts.

He hurried to the kitchen and saw boiling water pouring out from the gap in the rice cooker lid, flowing along the surface of the rice cooker all the way to the stove.

Sun Hang quickly unplugged the power cord and opened the lid of the rice cooker.

The boiling water foam soon subsided, and Sun Hang found a bowl and scooped out all the dumplings from the pot.

He found that the dumplings had turned into abstract-shaped batter, sticking together, and the meat filling inside and the dumpling skin outside had been separated... Rather than calling them dumplings, it would be more appropriate to call them minced meat cooked in batter.

"It's not a big problem. At least I can still eat it."

Sun Hang quickly finished the pot of batter and minced meat, threw the inner pot of the rice cooker into the sink, and glanced at his wristband. It was exactly three hours before the twelve o'clock mentioned in Wang Xiyi's message. Sun Hang decided to go out for a walk.

It was now sharp nine o'clock in the morning, but it was as dark outside as if it were nine o'clock in the evening. The windows of the residential buildings in the community across the street were all lit. When Sun Hang looked up, he met the eyes of a little boy who was lying on the window.

There was a hint of doubt in the little boy's eyes. After hesitating for a few seconds, he turned around and shouted something. Soon, a middle-aged woman walked to the window and took the little boy away.

Before taking the little boy away, the middle-aged woman glanced at Sun Hang warily through the window, and then pulled the curtains tightly.

Most of the people living in this community are relatives of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau or the Weird Research Institute. They obviously know the true identities of the people living in the neighboring villa area.

On the first day of moving in, Yang Qi gave Sun Hang a heads-up, telling him not to care about the opinions of the residents - even if someone in their family works in the investigation bureau or research institute, to the vast majority of ordinary people, a monster hunter who is infected is still an outlier.

It's like AIDS patients - even though people know that normal social contact will not transmit the HIV virus, they still can't help but look at the sick people with tinted glasses and alienate them intentionally or unintentionally.

Even non-aggressive AIDS patients are treated like this, not to mention the monster hunters who are at risk of getting out of control and whose destructive power is equivalent to that of humanoid monsters.

Sun Hang didn't care much about such looks. After all, these people would most likely never have any contact with him in their entire lives.

He only cares about three things now - one, staying alive; two, becoming stronger; three, regaining his lost memories (or in other words, finding out the truth about the three apes and his own abilities).

Continuing to stay in Tianfu City is an option with both risks and benefits, but from the current situation, the benefits Sun Hang can obtain are far greater than the risks he needs to take.

As a monster hunter, the future Tianfu City will be an excellent hunting ground.

But for ordinary people, this place will gradually... become a hell.

Sun Hang zipped up his coat - as June was approaching, the temperature would normally have started to warm up, but after losing the sun's heat radiation, the temperature in Shuzhou began to plummet. Compared to last night, the perceived temperature had dropped by at least ten degrees.

"Please all citizens strictly abide by the latest management measures announced by the Management Committee. We will do our utmost to protect the lives and property of citizens..."

Another pickup truck equipped with a large speaker slowly approached, but this time, the car stopped, the window was rolled down, and a young man dressed as a sheriff stuck his head out, staring at Sun Hang with a frown.

"Hey, are you planning to go out?" the young sheriff asked. "Didn't you hear what was said on the loudspeaker? There are travel restrictions in the whole city now! Even if there is an emergency, you must call the neighborhood management department to apply first!"

"I want to make a call too, but there is no signal." Sun Hang raised his mobile phone to signal the other party.

"Then go home and wait. The communication base station is already under repair. It will probably be fixed soon." The sheriff said, "You don't look like you have any urgent business."

"Uh... don't you know who lives here?" Sun Hang couldn't help but ask.

"Who are the people living here?" The sheriff's eyes passed over Sun Hang and stayed on the villa behind for a few seconds. "Even if you are of a prominent status, you must abide by the management regulations now! No one is exempt!"

Only then did Sun Hang notice that on the young man's shoulder was an armband with the words "Temporary Sheriff".

Sun Hang felt relieved all of a sudden.

(End of this chapter)