Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 28 Foraging
This smell is neither the rich wheat aroma of buns in the steamer, nor the refreshing spicy aroma of red oil, but a fragrance that is difficult to describe in words.

Sun Hang had only smelled a similar scent on Bloody Mary and Wang Xiyi.

"A strange creature? Or an infected person?" Sun Hang suddenly became alert and looked around carefully.

A tricycle rolled over the loose bluestone slabs, and in the truck bed were fresh vegetables still stained with dew; two children with school bags and yellow hats sat on the stone steps in front of the store, slurping noodle soup from big bowls; three hunchbacked old ladies gathered in front of a vegetable stall, bargaining fiercely with the vendor...

In just a dozen minutes, this old street has completely woken up, and the scene filled with the smell of fireworks makes people subconsciously want to let down their guard...

Of course, the premise is that Sun Hang did not smell the unique smell of monsters or infected people.

The smell was elusive, neither disappearing nor getting stronger... This meant that the source of the smell had always maintained a fixed distance from Du Sunhang.

Sun Hang simply ignored those people or objects that were moving. However, after eliminating so many "wrong options", the remaining options were still outrageous.

The source of the smell can be a person, an inconspicuous little insect, a chipped coarse porcelain teacup, or even a handful of wet mud under the feet of a passerby, or a gust of cold wind blowing through the streets.

"Grab, grab, grab..." The dull sound of the kitchen knife and chopping board colliding reached Sun Hang's ears, as did the crackling sound of boiling rapeseed oil and the voices of people hawking... There were so many distractions that it was difficult for Sun Hang to concentrate and identify the source of the smell one by one.

Fortunately, the smell remained and did not disappear.

Sun Hang pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table, tore open the package, and broke apart the two chopsticks that were put together.

The wonton he ordered was already in the pot. The old man at the table next to him was still chattering about what kind of food was the most authentic in Tianfu City. At that moment, a pitch-black crow flew across the sky above the street and disappeared behind the eaves of a house on one side.

Sun Hang took out his cell phone, thought for a moment, and put it back in his pocket.

He is hungry.

He needs to forage for food.

"One and a half ounces of wonton, no spicy--" Just as the breakfast shop owner came over with a large bowl, the smell suddenly became a little weaker.

At this moment, Sun Hang locked onto his target - a young woman who was wearing a baseball cap, the hood of her sweatshirt pulled up, gloves on her hands, and wrapped up tightly all over her body.

She was sitting about fifteen meters away from Sun Hang, in a shop selling soy milk and fried dough sticks. After taking a large bag of fried dough sticks and buns from the owner, she stood up, adjusted the brim of her hat, and turned to walk towards the street corner.

Although there were at least five or six people getting up after breakfast at this time, Sun Hang's intuition told him that the "smell" was coming from this woman.

"Boss, I'm sorry, something urgent happened." Sun Hang also stood up and said to the owner of the wonton shop somewhat awkwardly.

"What the hell? It's already cooked..." The boss was stunned for a moment, obviously a little angry. "Sorry." Sun Hang quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned the payment QR code on the corner of the table.

"Hey, young man, if you really have something urgent to do, forget it...you don't have to pay." The boss waved his hands repeatedly, "It's okay."

"I've already paid." Sun Hang looked at the old man who had been mumbling, "Uncle, this bowl of wonton is my treat. You can make it as spicy as you like. I'm leaving now."

"Young man, you can't go without breakfast!" The old man looked shaky, but his movements were very agile. He jumped up from his seat and stuffed a plastic bag with two pieces of glutinous rice cakes into Sun Hang's hand. "No matter how busy you are, you can't work on an empty stomach!"

"Thank you, sir." Sun Hang stuffed the glutinous rice cake into his pocket and ran in the direction where the young woman had just left.

Behind him, the old man shook his head and sighed to the wonton shop owner: "Hey, what are kids busy with nowadays? Are they so busy that they don't even have time to eat?"

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Although the target had disappeared from Sun Hang's sight, the remaining "smell" became the best tracking clue - after locking the target, the originally confusing sense of direction instantly became clear, just like the prompt arrows in a task-guided video game.

After leaving the old street, the young woman with a weird aura went straight into a dilapidated neighborhood.

Compared to the bustling old street in the early morning, this community seems much more desolate. One after another, old tube buildings are squeezed into the rusty anti-theft wall. The outer wall of the building has peeled off to a large extent, revealing the mottled cement bottom. A little lower, there are densely packed "psoriasis advertisements", the content is nothing more than house rental or private clinics specializing in men's or gynecology.

Several of the buildings looked to have become dangerous buildings. The concrete structure was covered with cracks, and the steel bars inside were exposed. A huge circle was painted in red paint at the entrance, with a striking word "demolition" inside the circle.

But for some reason, these dangerous buildings have never been demolished, and even the color of the word "demolish" is no longer bright... With the passage of years, the color of the paint has become as deep as solidified blood.

Sun Hang followed the "smell" and walked into a dangerous building. Most of the residents in this building had already moved out. Several rooms even had their doors removed, and the interiors were in a mess. But there were still a few households that were obviously occupied - the "fresh" household garbage in the trash cans at the door was the best proof.

Sun Hang was already very close to the target, and the "smell" became very obvious - if the wild wolves in the abnormal area were compared to the meat on a mosquito's leg, then the feeling this young woman gave Sun Hang was exactly like the bowl of wonton weighing one and a half liang at the breakfast stall.

The distance between the two of them had been shortened to only one floor. Sun Hang could hear the other person's footsteps going up the stairs, which obviously quickened a lot after a brief pause.

"Oh, have I been discovered?" Sun Hang smacked his lips, and simply stopped hiding his steps. He pulled out his pistol and strode up.

The structure of this tube-shaped building can be seen clearly from the outside. There is only one staircase in the building. The other party can either choose to jump off the building or be blocked by Sun Hang in a room or on the rooftop.

She can't run away.

(End of this chapter)