My ability pool is superior to others

Chapter 22 Blood

Lu Bai didn't answer and just spread out a corner of the quilt.

Seeing this, Fatty Gao curled his lips and said, "Are you playing dumb with me?"

Lu Bai shook his head: "I just think this place is nice."

"As a temporary settlement, this level can satisfy most people."

The tall fat man turned around and signaled his younger brother to pull the curtain of the tent.

Lu Bai pretended not to notice this and flexed his fingers: "In that case, why don't you just stay still?"

Hearing this, Fatty Gao was so angry that he laughed.

"If I don't... eh, shit!"

He had just said half of his provocative words when he saw Lu Bai pull out a Mauser pistol from his arms.

Lu Bai put the muzzle of the gun against the tall fat man's forehead and used his thumb to open the safety of the Mauser pistol: "Do you want to guess whether there are bullets in my gun?"

Fatty Gao froze on the spot and broke out in a cold sweat.

He swallowed hard and put on an ugly smile: "Little brother, don't be nervous, I'm just joking with you... Don't let your hands shake."

Lu Bai stared at him with a smile.

After all, there was a gun on his head, so the tall fat man decisively gave in: "Well, if you don't like it, I won't make trouble with you."

Having said this, he carefully shrank back to his own bed.

Lu Bai was too lazy to pursue the matter and put the revolver back into his pocket.

It is worth mentioning that the inspection at the gate is only to confirm whether there are bite marks on the body.

But to be on the safe side, Lu Bai only chose to bring in a Mauser pistol, and he buried the Eight-sided Han Sword beside the road.

Now that he had solved this problem with a Mauser pistol, he couldn't help but sigh at how foresighted he was.

To put it bluntly, Fatty Gao is just an ordinary gangster. Even though he is a bit stronger, he is nothing compared to Lu Bai.

But if we really want to take action, it would be troublesome if we make too much noise.

Regardless of how eye-catching it would be to carry a sword at any time and anywhere, judging from the effect on ordinary people, the deterrent power of firearms is obviously much stronger than that of a cold weapon.

Lu Bai smiled meaninglessly, then leaned back and lay on the bed.

He put his hands behind his head, his eyes were half closed, and he looked like he was asleep.

At this moment, there was absolutely no one in the tent who would confirm whether he was asleep or not.

Fatty Gao and the others gathered together, even lowering their voices unconsciously, and naturally had no intention of bullying Cui Qing anymore.

Of course, Lu Bai did not sleep either. He was checking the system panel.

As expected, the location information of the death fighters released by the system has not been updated yet.

He noticed that after the third announcement, the time interval between the system’s release of positioning information was gradually lengthening.

At first, it was announced every two hours, and gradually increased to four hours, eight hours, and sixteen hours.

Up to now, more than ten hours have passed since the last release of positioning information, and there is still no movement in the system.

It is precisely because of this that his efficiency in "hunting" death fighters these days has been so poor that it is unbearable to watch.

Is the interval gradually doubling?
Lu Bai thought for a while and exited the system panel.

After all, he is still ranked first, so he is not in a hurry.

Putting himself in other people's shoes, he estimated that the efficiency of other death fighters would not be very high either.

There are no entertainment facilities in the resettlement site. In this environment, it always feels like time has slowed down.

……

"…The more you give to others, the more you will have. The way of heaven is to benefit but not to harm. The way of the sage is to act but not to contend."

After Lu Baimo recited it more than thirty times, it finally got dark.

During this period, Fatty Gao and others were considerate enough to help him get a meal. Lu Bai had nothing much to say except to praise them for being sensible.

As for Cui Qing, he curled up on the bed for the whole afternoon, without trying to please Lu Bai for any utilitarian purpose, and even without any intention of easing the relationship with Gao Pangzi and others. Lu Bai also had some free time, and did not resist this situation.

"Notice, no passage in ten minutes..."

The sound of a broadcast was heard outside the tent again, and the crowd that was chatting outside the tent quickly dispersed.

The process was similar to that at noon, with medical staff in protective clothing coming and going.

The difference is that this time the prohibited traffic time will last until eight o'clock the next morning.

After all, there was nothing to do in the tent, so Fatty Gao and the others chatted for a while and then went to sleep.

As time passed, the resettlement area gradually became quiet, with only the radio outside playing in a loop at a lowered volume.

Lu Bai originally planned to act in the dark, but unfortunately plans could not keep up with changes.

The system has yet to release the location information of the death fighters. Even if he wants to take action, he doesn't know where to find the target.

I just lay on the bed, enveloped by the pungent smell of disinfectant, and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know exactly how long I slept.

Suddenly,

Lu Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of vigilance.

He smelled a strong smell of blood that could hardly be covered up even by the smell of disinfectant.

Resisting the urge to stand up on the spot, he calmly glanced around the tent to see the situation.

Everyone else in the tent seemed to be fast asleep, and the tall fat man was even snoring rhythmically.

Where does the smell of blood come from? Next door?

Lu Bai hesitated for a moment and resisted the urge to go over and take a look.

No matter what, the fighters are still flesh and blood and cannot confront an organized army head-on.

Entering this temporary shelter means that the gameplay has changed. The premise of "hunting" deathmatch players is that you cannot expose yourself.

Considering that the murderer might not still be in the tent next door, in order to avoid appearing at the crime scene and being mistaken for the murderer, Lu Bai simply did nothing. Everyone would know after dawn anyway.

With this thought in mind, Lu Bai lay quietly on the bed and did not fall asleep again.

He didn't have to wait too long.

Before daybreak, a patrolling soldier discovered the situation in the next tent. Soon, dense footsteps were heard outside the tent.

Lu Bai closed his eyes and listened quietly to the noise outside with his hearing that was far superior to that of ordinary people.

"Depend on!"

"Sigh~"

Someone gasped.

"Wozhi, what's going on?"

"It's impossible that someone spilled uncoagulated blood on the bed on purpose."

Some people are still in the mood to make jokes.

"Why can't it solidify?"

"Stop being a supporting actor and find out what's going on." A calm voice interrupted the conversation without giving any face.

……

Tick-tick-tick-tick
It sounded like some liquid was being wrung out of the fabric.

"Captain, there are no traces of handprints or footprints left in the tent. Although we haven't measured it specifically yet, I estimate that there are probably several dozen kilograms of blood in various places in the tent, which is enough for a bath." Someone was amazed while reporting the situation.

"Less poor!"

The voice sounded as calm as ever: "In other words, the health points of all six people are here?"

(End of this chapter)