Chapter 57: When the vampires officially attack District 17, they help...
Vampires officially attack District 17, and the association issues a new emergency notice.
All residents were forced to stay at home and were prohibited from going out. At the same time, each resident was given the contact information of patrol hunters in the nearby area.
After all, contacting the association first, and then the association contacting the hunter, will waste some time anyway, and the other party may die while waiting.
My mother lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.
Regardless of other things, the scene of superpower fighting is very beautiful from a visual point of view, with different colors interweaving, especially in a dim environment like night.
It's a fight between hunters and vampires.
There seem to be a lot more vampires in their area.
"Tell me, is the hunter down there—" Dad didn't dare to say the word, so he could only wink.
My mother was worried: "I feel the same..."
You can't win, one person against three vampires, it looks like he's going to lose.
Dad said slowly, "The association said we can't go out."
"And we just went out and were sent back by hunters."
Mom: “Don’t you want to go out?”
"Of course I do, but do you think if we go down, we might cause trouble for the hunters?"
The two of them struggled for a while, and as they saw the hunter was increasingly at a disadvantage, they became even more anxious.
Until there was a sudden sound of a window opening overhead.
“Swish——”
It was loud, but there was no sound of superpowers clashing.
I vaguely remember that the person living upstairs was an elderly person. I didn't expect that at his age, his hands were still so strong.
The little old lady opened the window, then bent down and picked up a water gun on the ground.
It was a water gun that only a child could use, but fortunately, it was enough.
She raised the water gun and aimed at the downstairs with squinted eyes.
The water was drained out.
Even though it was a children's water gun, it had such a strong thrust that it sprayed the water straight onto the street.
The vampire let out a sharp scream, and the hunter immediately counterattacked.
Yes, that's garlic water.
Vampires with superpowers will not be killed by garlic water, but they will be injured, and that is enough.
The little old lady ran back to the kitchen and continued to pound garlic and prepare new ammunition.
There was a knock on the door.
The little old lady moved cautiously to the edge of the kitchen, not too close to the door.
The door broke last year. There was a problem with the lock and it couldn't be locked every time. She was reluctant to spend money and thought that she was the only one living there and if anything went wrong, she would be the only one to get it, so she didn't repair it.
The person outside the door knocked twice and then shouted, "It's us!"
The old lady recognized the voices as those of a middle-aged couple downstairs.
But she still didn't speak. It was possible for vampires to disguise other people's voices.
"We'll both crush garlic for you!"
"We brought some garlic, just squeak and spread it out!"
The little old lady approached cautiously, squinting her eyes and trying to see the person outside through the peephole.
Two middle-aged men, carrying garlic in their hands and a few more on their shoulders, were definitely not vampires, otherwise they would be in so much pain. Besides, there was no need for two vampires to lie; they could just break through the door.
Open the door.
Two people came in from outside, wearing slippers that they hadn't changed into when they went out, and now they had no time to change into when they came in.
The two went straight to the kitchen and started working without stopping.
This is what it feels like to have logistics support, the little old lady thought as she took the water gun filled with garlic water handed to her by the two men.
Then she instructed the two to take out the other water guns.
She couldn't load so many water guns by herself, so she just took the one with the largest capacity. Now she could briefly enjoy the pleasure of shooting casually.
The situation on the battlefield below was reversed in an instant. One of the vampires sneaked away, and the remaining two vampires who could only scream did not cause any more trouble to the hunter except for damage to his eardrum.
After the battle, the hunter waved towards the upstairs and turned to leave.
The two people in the kitchen rushed out again, and three people crowded in front of a window.
All three of them were looking down.
"Is he hurt?" the couple asked.
The little old lady: "Of course! Are you blind? The blood is still flowing!"
The middle-aged couple rubbed their heads. How could they see the blood dripping from such a distance? Could it be that their eyesight was worse than that of an elderly person?
The old lady immediately left the crowded window while the hunters below were still there, picked up the medical kit in the living room and went downstairs.
The couple rushed over and snatched the medical kit.
"This box is so heavy. You are old, so don't carry such a heavy thing--" Dad dropped the box he was holding suddenly.
No, are there bricks in here? Why is it so heavy?
My mother noticed something was wrong and immediately supported one side of the box.
The two men moved back and forth, each holding half of the box, carrying it downstairs.
The little old lady was speechless. She turned around, took two water guns filled with garlic water, and followed them downstairs.
Fortunately, the floor was not high and the two of them moved the boxes quickly, so they finally rushed over before the hunter left.
...Actually, it wasn't entirely because they were fast, but rather that the hunter was so slow that he couldn't even walk fast.
Three men surrounded the hunter.
The little old woman stretched out her hand and poked the hunter, who had just barely stood, swayed a bit and then quickly fell backwards.
He didn't fall because someone helped him up.
The couple frantically moved the hunter to the ground and opened the medical box but were stunned.
They were all unfamiliar medicines and instruments. It was obvious at first glance that they were not the kind commonly used in ordinary households. They were more like things that would appear in the emergency room of a regular hospital.
The old lady thought they were annoying and causing her trouble, so she waved her hand and drove them both away.
"Go aside, don't block the streetlight."
Then he did something that an ordinary person would never be able to do, and he began to treat the hunter's wounds in a quick and efficient manner.
She was going to perform surgery on the hunter on the main road.
Only then did the two middle-aged men come to their senses.
If she simply understands medical knowledge, she might be a doctor.
But if she is also very accurate in shooting, then she is 80% likely to be a military doctor, and 20% is likely to be a logistics worker for the Hunter Association.
The main reason was that these two ordinary people couldn't quite believe that a hunter would be reduced to living in such a shabby building. After all, the working conditions in the Hunter Association had always been excellent.
If they were truly members of the association, then if they had saved some money when they were young, they wouldn't have to live in a place like this when they were old, right? And it's said that if you work for a certain number of years, you'll get a house as a gift.
The two of them had nothing to do, but they couldn't just stand there and stare at the operating scene, so they had to look around and pretend to be busy.
The couple each took a water gun and stood there as solemnly as the hunters they had seen, pretending that they were guarding the street.
Halfway through the operation, the hunter woke up.
The old lady held his head down with one hand and said, "If you move again, you'll die."
This was said bluntly. The hunter blinked slowly, and in his blurred vision, he saw a street light not far away.
Knowing that someone was giving him emergency treatment, he didn't dare to move. Even if he stood up now, he couldn't walk. His supernatural power was exhausted to the limit and he would become like this. It would be better if he had a partner.
Unfortunately, most of the hunters in this area have just been transferred to perform more urgent tasks. Those from other areas are being transferred here, but it will take some time.
The hunter stared blankly at the streetlight above his head.
The operation was a little painful, and he was too embarrassed to ask others to be gentler, so he had to distract himself.
Street lights are one of the few lighting facilities on this empty street. As a bright enough light source, they attract many moths.
The moth flew towards the street lamp without hesitation.
*
Now Li'an wants to fold a street lamp.
Oh, actually it’s not just one, but a lighthouse that can cover an entire city.
Because she got impatient halfway through folding the small street lamps, and after a quick calculation of how many paper street lamps were needed to cover the entire paper city, she decisively chose to give up.
It would be better to build a lighthouse that is big enough so that the light it emits is enough to illuminate the entire city.
You can casually see Him slowly coming out of His state, picking out a stack of papers.
Before He entered the next immersive paper folding, the black cat couldn't help but say, "I've only seen lighthouses at sea."
Even on land, it has only seen lighthouses that are used for navigation at sea. After all, a lighthouse is not a special lighting building, right?
"You have too little experience." Li An hit back mercilessly.
"……hateful."
The black cat swung its tail angrily. The more it did this kind of cat-like behavior, the more it understood the cat's weird thinking. For example, this tail was really interesting.
No, now wasn't the time to think about that. He retracted his thoughts, which were becoming increasingly cat-like, and asked again, "That's not going to be feasible in practice, right? The light source is so bright, and there's only one."
The lighting problem doesn't matter. After all, it was Li'an who folded it himself, so it doesn't matter what shape it is folded into. The papers will naturally become what they should be according to his wishes.
It's just that—"Have you ever thought that it would attract a lot of moths?"
Li An hadn't thought of this at first, and then she thought for two seconds: "Then add some temperature to the setting."
"Just let the moth die."
*
Two bats fell from a distance.
Mom had already seen the familiar, cloaked humanoid creature.
She believed from the bottom of her heart that vampires were just another kind of creature disguised as humans. They could not understand human emotions and could not empathize with humans who looked no different from them.
They are a group of wild beasts that feed on humans and are good at camouflage.
Dad also saw it because the other party was approaching quickly.
The couple raised their children's water guns at the same time.
The little old woman heard the familiar sound of a vampire moving, footsteps that were much lighter than those of a normal person, and the rustling of cloaks as they moved.
She has been hearing this sound for sixty years, and it wakes her up every night.
Fortunately, she woke up from the dream tonight, otherwise she would not know that there was a hunter dying on the street below the building.
The hunter was a little slow. Lying on his back, he could only see that the moth seemed to be frightened, or perhaps being driven away by some invisible force.
Moths flew away from the street lights one after another, not knowing where to go.
He wondered, could it be a light somewhere farther away?
Then he slowly realized that his ears were probably injured and he couldn't hear anything clearly.
But the animals' reactions don't lie, a vampire is coming!
The hunter struggled to stand up from the ground, but he was seriously injured and his supernatural powers were overdrawn, so the old lady who was stitching him up used her free hand to hold him down.
"You can beat him if you stand up?"
...Why does this person speak so coldly?
The hunter was depressed and had to lie back down.
Two ordinary people were holding water guns.
They imitated the hunters' postures and pretended that they were the hunters guarding the street.
The moths scattered and fled.
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