Chapter 192 Kurapika’s Action
Benjamin’s satchel is bulging, filled with poachers’ trophies.
Kurt squatted aside, rummaging carefully, and soon found various furs, fangs, horns, and even offal and meat packed in bags from the bag.
If these things are taken to the black market, they can indeed be sold for a lot of money.
But the most valuable thing about Benjamin was not these poaching trophies, but the boning knife, one of the seven kitchen knives, and his hunting license.
Morrow picked up the ruby boning knife that fell on the ground, and found a hunter's license from Benjamin's body.
Hunter's license can only be used by himself. For Moreau, the value of this license depends on which collector is willing to pay how much money to buy it.
Generally speaking, the price is in units of 100 million.
As for another ruby boning knife, if thrown at the auction, the price should be similar to that of the ruby poultry knife, both around 500 million.
However, if you can collect a set of seven kitchen knives, the overall price may increase several times.
"I'm not a professional hunter, so it shouldn't be a big problem to sell this license."
Moro thought to himself and put the license away.
Hunter Association requires members to abide by ten rules, which were established by Nitro.
Article 4 clearly stipulates that compatriots who are also professional hunters cannot be attacked.
But Moro is not a professional hunter, so he does not need to abide by these rules.
After he sells his hunting license, even if the professional hunter in the association who is responsible for the disappearance of members finds him through buying and selling clues, he will not take action.
But if he was a professional hunter, the situation would be completely different.
In a sense, Hunter Jujo is such a cold existence.
Putting away the hunter's license, Moreau gently held the ruby boning knife.
Compared with the poultry knife, the boning knife is smaller and its value in actual combat is relatively weak.
Morro had a thought in his mind and absorbed the thought energy from the boning knife without hesitation.
In an instant, the thought energy lingering on the crystal sword was quickly swallowed up by the annual rings, and the energy bar began to grow.
90%, 91%.****
It rose until about 96% and then stopped.
"Only about 4% off."
Moro looked down at the second ring of energy bars on the back of his hand, thinking silently in his heart.
He does not need the actual combat value of the boning knife, so naturally he will not let go of the ingenuity on the boning knife.
He was not surprised that there was an energy gain of 6%.
Because whether it is a poultry knife or a boning knife, the thoughts attached to them are quite solid.
This is also the reason why he had to buy the poultry knife in the first place.
And taking the absorption results of the boning knife as a reference, he can basically determine the energy gain of the ruby poultry knife.
In other words, as long as he is willing, he can charge the annual ring energy to 100% by absorbing the energy of the red jade bird's sword at any time.
"Leave this boning knife to Menqi."
Moreau took off the special leather sheath from the body and inserted the boning knife into it.
He did not plan to sell the boning knife. He only wanted to wait for Menqi to help him find a replacement weapon, so he would give it to Menqi together with the poultry knife.
After counting the loot, Moreau and Curt gave up their plan to rest and hurried on at night.
It was not until the afternoon of the next day that I finally walked out of this magical realm.
After returning to human society, the first thing Moreau did was to find a hotel in a nearby town to wash away the dust of the past few days and charge his mobile phone.
The space where the secret realm is located not only blocks Kurt's ability to find people, but also completely blocks the mobile phone signal, causing him and Kurt to be almost isolated from the world during this period.
After charging the phone, Moro immediately turned it on.
As the screen lights up, a large number of missed calls and unread messages come into view.
He first clicked on the missed calls list and found that the majority of calls were from Bisij.
Then, he switched to the message list, and the first ones were all messages from Bisji.
Judging from time, Bisji sends a message almost every day before going to bed.
Morrow casually clicked on one of them. The content was brief, mainly telling him that Kurapika had left.
ifies a month ago?
Morrow carefully checked the time of the messages and found that Bisji’s earliest message was sent a month ago.
In the content of the initial message, the tone was quite normal, and she simply informed him of the matter.
But as time went by, perhaps because of his delay in replying, Bisij's tone in the message began to become impatient.
At the later stage, Bisji was already wondering if he had had an accident, so every message was followed by a sentence: Call back as soon as you are still alive!
Morrow did not call back, but only sent a message back to Bisji: Not dead,
After replying the message, Moreau checked other messages.
But before he scrolled through a few messages, Bisji's phone called.
As soon as Moreau got through, Bisgi's voice came out from the phone: "Where have you been during this time? You haven't replied to your messages, which caused me to lose sleep for a day some time ago!"
""..."
Morrow was speechless for a while, shook his head, and then explained: "I realized that I still had many shortcomings in my reading skills,
Hence, I found an isolated place and practiced for several months."
Hence, I just won the championship in the Fighting Olympics, and turned around and went to study quietly——·
Bisiji didn't know what to say for a moment.
Hence, if she hadn't had an in-depth contact with Moreau, she would have doubted whether Moreau was like her. He looked very young on the surface, but was actually in his forties or fifties.
Otherwise, how could Moreau, at his age, resist the temptation of fame and status, put aside the halo of the Fighting Olympics champion and devote himself to a new round of hard training?
This is simply incredible.
If he had an ordinary young mind, he would have been high-spirited and even domineering long ago.
How could Bisgi know that Moreau's desire for "progress" was all brought about by the "death node".
"Anyway, you're fine."
Hibiscus said casually.
· Professional hunters mostly engage in high-risk jobs, so they will occasionally contact each other.
If you cannot be contacted, you will also leave a message to inform the other party to call back when you are free.
This is also the original intention of the Hunter Association to develop communication software specifically.
Hum."
Morrow can feel Bisgi's concern.
Ending the call with Bisgi, Morrow flipped through other messages.
There are Menchi and Kurapika, as well as Hanashi Douro and the others.
Men Qi posted a lot of information, basically introducing some special delicacies, as well as the progress of finding useful weapons and the growth of Chimera.
Kurapika briefly mentioned that he had finished practicing "Nen Ability".
As for Hua Shi Doulang, there is news worthy of Moreau's attention.
Hashishi Douro mentioned Hisoka and a game between him and Hisoka in the message.
The time was March 11th, which was also a month ago.
Morrow saw the message from Hua Shi Doulang, and then he remembered that the six-month appointment with Hisoka would be around March.
At that time, he was supposed to be waiting for Hisoka in the Sky Arena, but because he had to digest the experience of telekinesis skills, he accidentally let Hisoka go.
Morrow gathered his thoughts and read Hua Shi Doulang's information carefully.
The content is probably that Hisoka went to the Sky Arena for an appointment, but was unable to wait for him.
Then Hisoka made an appointment with Hua Shi Doulang.
Hashi Doulang had just recovered at that time, and he simply agreed to Hisoka's invitation to fight.
They played a game.—
As a result, Huashi Doulang lost, and lost miserably.
Having just recovered, he was beaten by Hisoka and lay in bed for another month.
But more than the physical pain, Hua Shi Dou Lang cared more about what Hisoka said to him: Well, you are not qualified yet, then I will give you a little more time. After that, Hisoka left the sky arena and went to nowhere.
Morrow raised his hand and rubbed his brow after reading the message from Hua Shi Doulang.
I don’t know where I went? Then there is no need to say.
Must be looking for me like crazy, right?
Morrow put away his cell phone, feeling that Hisoka would appear suddenly at any time like a ghost from behind.
"Never mind, let's find Feitan first."
Time is tight, as long as the problem of the dead node can be solved smoothly, everything else is easy to discuss.
Early the next morning.
Morrow and Curt left the town and embarked on a journey to find Feitan according to the guidance of the Life Paper Man.
Kajin Country, a town in the eastern region.
As night falls, the pubs on the street are brightly lit and the noise is endless.
The alleyway, which was only a few walls away from the tavern, was completely silent, and only the faint sound of sewage flowing could be heard.
Suddenly, a dull crashing sound came from the alleyway, which was the sound of a fist hitting a human body hard.
Immediately afterwards, a male scream broke the silence.
A middle-aged man who had just woken up from a coma looked at the blond boy in front of him with horror on his face.
His face was red and swollen in many places, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and nose, staining his clothes red.
"I have already given you the love and information, what else do you want————!
The middle-aged man's voice was trembling, and his body was shaking like chaff.
If he had known that the boy in front of him was so cruel, he would never have had such evil thoughts.
"The information is false."
The blond boy was Kurapika.
He stared at the middle-aged man expressionlessly, and the finger chain on his right hand glowed coldly in the dim light.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he hurriedly wanted to defend himself.
But before he could speak, Kurapika's fist hit him hard in the face with the crisp sound of a chain.
The severe pain tore his nerves instantly, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.
"I was wrong, I was wrong—·!!!"
The middle-aged man lay on the ground, mourning in a low voice and begging for mercy at the top of his lungs, "I don't know the whereabouts of the "Spider" at all, I will pay you back the intelligence fee, please don't hit me again! ! 』
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Kurapika did not speak, but clenched his fist hard, and then slowly loosened it after a few seconds.
In order to investigate the whereabouts of the Phantom Troupe, in just one month, he encountered deceitful people one after another.
It seemed that as long as he walked along this road, the ugliness of human nature would slowly unfold before his eyes like a scroll.
Eventually he may become part of this picture.
But if the members of the Phantom Troupe can be sent to hell, then it doesn't matter even if they live in the form that they hate the most.
After a long time.
Kurapika walked out of the alleyway and looked at the brightly lit sidewalk.
On the street, there are couples walking together, with happy smiles on their faces.
There are parents holding their bouncing children, laughing constantly.
There is an old man holding a kitten, his expression is gentle and peaceful...
Suddenly, a dazzling headlight swept from the driveway, causing Kurapika to turn his head and retract his gaze from the sidewalk. He lowered his head and looked at the blood on the back of his hand. After standing still for a moment, he silently retreated into the shadow of the backlight and walked along the shadow.
During this period, he encountered a lot of false information, but it was not without gain.
He confirmed the news that members of the Phantom Troupe appeared in Cajun Country.
So as long as the target does not deliberately cover up his whereabouts, he can follow this clue to find the other party.
This is why he is here.
But Kurapika is not arrogant enough to think that he can compete with the entire Phantom Troupe.
His plan is to first find a member of the Phantom Troupe, and then test his telekinesis ability through observation or actual combat.
Having said that, if there were multiple members of the Phantom Troupe being tracked, he was not sure he would be able to restrain his inner impulse.
In an abandoned building, the dull sound of beatings echoed in the empty building.
Finks, the No. 5 member of the Phantom Troupe, is wearing a sports suit and is focusing on punching sandbags.
Every punch of his carries telekinesis. When it hits the sandbag, part of the telepathy will be split off in a short moment to strengthen the quality of the sandbag so that it can withstand his power.
Didi Suddenly, the beep of the mobile phone interrupted Finks's movements.
He stopped pumping his fists and took out his cell phone. When he saw it was a call from the knight, he immediately answered the call.
"What's the matter?"
Finks asked directly.
The cheerful laughter of the knight came from the other end of the phone: "I wanted to ask Feitan something, but I couldn't contact him. Finks, are you and Feitan in the same place?"
"No."
Finks looked at the night outside the building, "Feitan went to visit a memorial ceremony called the "Return to the Soul" ceremony. I was not interested in that thing, so I didn't go with him. "
"Oh, the Soul Returning Sacrifice."
The knight suddenly understood.
hh Finks was a little curious: "Why, you are also paying attention to this?"
hh "Oh, that's not the case."
The knight explained, "I heard Feitan mention it before. The memorial ceremony was to impose capital punishment on the 'perpetrator' and was used to commemorate the deceased who were unfortunately killed. Feitan was probably interested in the kind of execution method in the ceremony that could create strong pain but would not let the sacrifice die easily." "
"It sounds very troublesome."
Phinks looked disgusted.
侠客似乎能想像到芬克斯的反应，不由笑了笑，随即问道：「那我已经知道飞坦要去哪了，既然联系不上，我就直接去找他吧，芬克斯，你要一起去吗？」
「算了，等那玩意结束，你们再来找我。」
芬克斯直接拒绝。
Rather than participate in that torturous memorial ceremony, he would rather punch a few more sandbags.
The knight knew that Finks had no interest in this kind of thing, so he no longer forced it.
After hanging up the phone, the knight put his cell phone in his pocket and said to himself: "Returning to the Soul Sacrifice, Feitan probably wants to learn that technique."
He smiled and immediately set off.