Artifact Report

Chapter 173: Double Perspective: Casualties Already Determined?

If he hadn't met Fu Tailan, Chai Si would probably have misunderstood that he liked children.

Although he was mentally prepared, Fu Tailan was still harder to kill than he expected.

The possibility of successfully killing him did not increase, but the desire to kill him was like adding fuel to the fire, becoming more and more blazing and intense - he had seen people who were good at planning and lying, but a cunning rabbit with more than sixty burrows, a variety of tricks, and a slippery hand, had entered another category. It was so annoying that he wanted to blow Fu Tailan and the building into ashes.

Take the keys in my hand for example. Does anyone know if Fu Tailan carved two keys at that time, one with "7704 days" and the other with "7703 days"?
He pretends to take out one key, then takes the opportunity to put it away, and then drops the second one, making people mistakenly think that the fake key is counting down.

This is the first possibility.

There is also a second possibility, that one of the two is indeed the real key, and Fu Tailan made several fake ones according to its number of days.

When the real key counts down to 7703, he will first take out 7704; or when the real key counts down to 7704, he will drop out 7703, and when it counts down to 7703, he still has 7702.

He is like a series of rabbit holes. When dealing with him, people don’t even know whether they have fallen in or which level they have fallen to.

Judging from the sudden appearance of a bulletproof artifact, since the total number is wrong, it seems that there is no real "key" in this room - if the opponent is an ordinary hunter, the logic will be concluded at this point.

However, the opponent is Fu Tailan.

Fu Tailan is best at using fragments of truth and lies to create a dazzling kaleidoscope; once you get stuck in it, it becomes a maze of mirrors, and you don't know where the exit is.

He couldn't have had other means—was it an artifact that concealed the existence of the artifact? Or was the target key not an artifact?
I originally thought that the key must be in the house so I could kill Fu Tailan, but now Chai Si is not sure.

No, I shouldn't be led astray by him.

Even if we can't get the key today, as long as we can kill Fu Tailan, it will be progress.

Chai Si hesitated for a moment, but still left the key with "7703 days" written on it on the top of the TV cabinet.

After a few thoughts flashed through his mind, Fu Tailan also retreated into the corner in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Although it was called a floor-to-ceiling window, it had actually turned into an empty hole that allowed the night and cool breeze to continuously pour in, with pieces of broken glass scattered around.

Why run to the window? Isn't this a dead end?
The human-shaped chicken bone immediately gave him the answer; Fu Tailan squatted by the window, staring at Chai Si without moving his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Help! Someone is attacking me!"

...Do you have any dignity as a hunter?

"His name is Chai——"

Before he could utter the word "Si", the blood-red kitchen knife that had just been used to pierce Fu Han's calf flew straight towards Fu Tailan's face; his reaction was not slow, he turned his head sharply, and the knife scraped past the tip of his nose and fell into the night outside the window.

There was a light commotion downstairs, accompanied by vague screams; the sound of a falling knife startled people, and the wind blew in pieces of sound.

"There's someone at the window... What if they fall... Call the fire department, it's dangerous..."

At the height of the tenth floor, you can't hear clearly unless you shout loudly; occasionally, there are a few clear words, which seem to be floating from the neighboring building.

At this moment, next to Chai Si, in the second drawer of the TV cabinet, there was a gun, but it was not used.

It was one of the weapons he had hidden in various corners of the apartment after searching it. He had known Fu Tailan would be difficult to kill, so he had made a backup plan—but he hadn't expected the bullets to be ineffective. Pulling out the gun now wouldn't kill Fu Tailan, but would only add an extra risk to himself.

He originally thought that it was Fu Tailan's sight that made the bullet disappear, but after almost breaking the opponent's mandible, the bullet still disappeared without a trace.

It's okay to think about this matter later.

You can make bullets disappear, but you can't make yourself disappear. It's just a more painful way to die.

"You prefer to be shot to death rather than die quickly with one bullet?"

Chai Si picked up the knife that Fu Tailan had just thrown at him from the ground, and had already rehearsed the next action in his mind: a long kick to knock the target down, and then stabbing the knife into the back of the neck, which would end all the countless troubles in the future tonight.

Even if he kicked him down the stairs, Chai Si was still worried. He had to see with his own eyes that Fu Tailan's vital signs died under his hands.

Fu Tailan seemed to sense the danger. He tensed his body, stood up close to the window, and looked around, as if he was also looking for a weapon.

Chai Si took a step forward with the knife in hand when a flash of white light suddenly appeared in the darkness outside the broken window.

He stopped immediately.

I almost forgot.

Although the luck was small, it came in time. Fortunately, someone flashed a flash light and reminded him.

Chai Si didn't like wasting time on his phone, but he could easily imagine that right now, on the street below, in the homes of residents in the nearby buildings, and in the neighbors a few floors across, everyone was probably already holding up their phones towards Fu Tai Lan Apartment: some were filming, some were recording, and maybe even live streaming...

It would be fine if he was standing inside the house, but if he attacked Fu Tailan in front of the window, his face would be recorded by countless mobile phone cameras.

If Fu Tailan was using this trick to buy time, he had to give him this time - Chai Si cursed inwardly and took out a remote control as long as his index finger from his pocket.

The moment Chai Si pointed the remote control at his throat, an indescribable look suddenly flashed across Fu Tailan's face; it seemed like he was tired, wanted to smile bitterly, or wanted to fight to the death.

...He is about to take action too.

When the thought came to his mind, Chai Si pressed the "replace" button on the remote control.

If someone was watching him through the camera of a mobile phone at this moment, they would see a huge goat-headed man in a black robe, who took the remote control with his backhand and strode towards the boy by the window. At the same time, the boy did not avoid or give way, but lowered his waist and rushed straight into the chest of the goat-headed man.

Let alone a sharp knife, even a piece of wood in his hand could still penetrate a person's flesh with Chai Si's strength. At the moment the two collided, Fu Tailan's flesh and blood offered almost no resistance.

The skin and muscles were squeezed and torn apart layer by layer by the tip of the knife, splashing a blood mist that dyed the light and air red.

No matter how much he hated Fu Tailan, when he actually took action, Chai Si had already put aside all emotions. His mind was calm, like a tranquil lake, reflecting all the details of that moment.

At the last moment, Fu Tailan twisted his body slightly to avoid the vital internal organs and met his knife with his back and shoulder.

He knew that Fu Tailan was not dead yet, and he also knew that Fu Tailan's other hand was barely wrapped around his left shoulder, pressing coolly against his collar.

Chai Si swung his right hand hard and pulled out the knife that was stuck between the bones and muscles amid Fu Tailan's hoarse screams; he raised the knife and this time, aimed at the back of Fu Tailan's neck.

In the darkness outside the broken window, windows of nearby buildings were open, and many distant flashes of light were flickering frequently; sometimes the broken glass and knife tips in the house were lit up with flashing electric reflections, and sometimes all the struggles and bloody fights were sent into the depths of dim darkness.

It's as if this is a blood-stained red carpet, and the world is waiting to see which actor can walk it.

The tip of the knife penetrated into the back of Fu Tailan's neck.

If he only moves forward one more point and breaks his cervical vertebrae, there will be no Fu Tailan in the world anymore. I guess Fu Tailan himself is not very resistant to death.

But Chai Si couldn't muster that much effort.

His vision blurred slightly.

***
In the seventeen years since he was born, he had never felt such pain as he did now.

The knife didn't penetrate deep enough, not even into the back of the neck. As Chai Si lost his strength, it fell back to the floor with a clang.

The wounds on half of Fu Tailan's body looked as if they had been doused with alcohol and set on fire; he felt that his body and soul had become a piece of paper burned by fire, curled up and twisted, perhaps never to return to their original state.

Cold sweat, confusion, fear, maybe even screaming in pain unconsciously...

Amidst all this chaotic pain, a heavy object fell to the ground beside him with a thud; the floor shook, and Fu Tailan finally came back to his senses.

He turned his head and found that it was indeed Chai Si from his blurry vision.

Although he fell down, Chai Si had not lost consciousness as he expected, and was still fighting against the thing that was eroding him.

Fu Tailan panted and fumbled on the ground for a few times, but couldn't find the black flat piece - maybe when Chai Si fell to the ground, the black flat piece also fell somewhere and left Chai Si's skin.

He gritted his teeth and endured the stab that almost got him stabbed to death, but he still rushed forward to hug Chai Si, just to be able to quietly stick the black flat piece on the skin under Chai Si's collar.

Even if Chai Si held it for less than three minutes, it was close enough. When the black flat piece was put on again, it should have started to have neurotoxins - the reason why Fu Tailan fled to the floor-to-ceiling window was to find an opportunity to pick it up.

If it were the usual Fu Tailan, he would have immediately discarded this plan. He had never used the black tablets before, so who knew if the neurotoxin could penetrate and attack immediately? Who knew how potent the toxin would be?
There are too many uncertainties and risks, not to mention the risk of risking one’s own body and life and enduring pain?
But when facing Chai Si, all his tricks, traps, lies, etc. seemed to hit a wall again and again and were ineffective.

If you don't sacrifice your own flesh and blood, you can't get Chai Si's death.

Fu Tailan grabbed the knife tremblingly, dragged his body, and endured the pain as if he was still curled up in the flames, and crawled towards Chai Si who was not far away.

The neurotoxin is powerful, but it's not enough.

Chai Si knelt on the ground with his back arched. It felt like something deep inside his body was spasming and trying to burst out from his mouth. It seemed as if all his strength was transformed into the force of his body twitching. It was probably the first time that he was so uncontrollable that he couldn't even get up.

That's still alive.

If this mad bull-like person is allowed to vomit on the ground for a while, he might recover.

Although Fu Tailan was anxious, he still felt dizzy with every step he took.

Raising the knife to kill was actually impossible, because one arm seemed to have died for him, dragging heavily at his side, unable to lift it. The other hand was shaking even without exerting any effort.

Besides, if I kill him with my own hands, there might be consequences. This is Blackmore City after all.

but……

Fu Tailan looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window with shattered glass, then looked at Chai Si.

Now it is difficult to even speak, and my mouth is full of the taste of rust.

He grabbed the knife and reluctantly walked in front of Chai Si, panting and saying, "...Now, it's my turn to return the knife to you."

After saying this, he waited for a while and found that Chai Si seemed to have been poisoned and was in a daze. His voice was so weak that he didn't even hear it.

"Now!" Fu Tailan raised her voice as loudly as she could, hoping to get him to pay attention. "It's my turn to return the favor!"

Chai Si, in a daze, didn't know whether he finally heard or caught a glimpse of the knife, and fell back weakly; Fu Tailan followed closely, stabbing the knife into the floor, but still leaving him a gap to continue stumbling and rolling backwards -

Chai Si fell from the tenth floor.

There was a cry of surprise from downstairs outside the window.

　I slept less than eight hours in two days, but I was still able to update. Please pay more attention to me, one less visit will be enough.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)