Rumble!

The black police car was spraying with tail flames and parked in the General Security Bureau of Kimbert City.

‘I must be crazy!’

Intern Vivian got out of the car, and her long legs immediately attracted many attention.

She seemed to be unaware of this, and even a little dazed: "A little devil came over and told me that there was a ghoul. I actually believed it a little... Although he was not too young, he was only four or five years younger than me, and he looked quite cute... Wait a minute, what am I thinking about? Case! Case!'

A murder case occurred in the jurisdiction, so it was naturally necessary to investigate it as soon as possible. Through today's visit, Vivian was very frustrated to find that she seemed to have nothing to find.

"Vivian, come to the office immediately, and the victim's information has been further updated!"

However, after returning to the General Administration, there was good news.

"Is that true? What's the discovery?"

Vivian immediately became energetic, as if he had seen the dawn of removing the word "internship".

"Capong Ansnino, thirty-seven years old, an international fugitive, once committed robbery and murder in the city of Dominglang, Holy Hiber, and arrested and attacked the police... with at least seven lives on his body!"

A little bald and greasy boss, Black, handed over a document. The first page was a realistic sketch, which was exactly the same as the victim.

"I fled to our city and changed my last name. I'm very bold! I probably thought that the searching force would be reduced after crossing the country, right?"

Vivian commented and looked at the information commented: "The target has strong hand-to-hand combat ability, extremely cruel methods, and a reward of 50 golden punks! This is not right! It is very wrong!"

"Yes, such a murderer cannot be killed by a few stray dogs, even tigers and cheetahs are unlikely to..."

Black lit a cigar.

"Inspector Black! And Vivian Intern Inspector, the General Officer invites you to come!"

Just then, a police officer knocked on the door timidly and brought a message.

Half an hour later, a roar came from the office of the General Office:

"Why? This is my case, and there has been significant progress. Why do you need to give the black skin from the federal government? Just because they have the Federal Investigation Office sign?"

"Sorry, but I want to remind you that like us, you are all in black uniforms..." A man wearing sunglasses and wearing black uniforms said expressionlessly: "The reason why this matter was taken over by our Bureau of Investigation is because you do not have the ability to solve it..."

"That's right. Inspector Black, after I found out that there might be dangerous creatures in Kimbert, I started an investigation and found that many strange disappearance cases were bachelors and wanderers, and people who would hardly attract any attention even if they died. The number was quite amazing!"

The General Office said in a calm voice: "In view of the archives brought by the Investigation Office, similar cases have occurred in other areas, so I decided to give a case investigation and disposal!"

"Actually... I still have something to ask you guys!"

Ryan, a second-level investigator from the Investigation Department, smiled: "I don't know if I can second this beautiful lady to me. I just hope to have an assistant familiar with Kimbert City..."

...

Fire!

The dazzling fire is everywhere you see.

A group of people rushed over, holding torches and wearing tall pointed hats to cover their faces.

In the dense forest, running away, like a beast and a hunter.

"Life! You must live!"

The last thing that fell into the eyes was the gentle and beautiful eyes and the unswerving back.

"ah!!!"

Nietzsche screamed, woke up, and wiped away the cold sweat from his face.

Since that day, he has become an orphan, and his parents have told him that when he becomes an adult, the seal of sin will be completely inspired and attract groups of cultists.

They would torture him with all incredible techniques, make him wail in pain, and finally sacrifice his flesh and blood to an unknown demon.

This is the price and interest of his ancestors as sacrifices but defecting!

Even the ancestors had speculation that the ritual at that time was to deliberately let his ancestors escape and offer his blood offspring as sacrifices.

"Little ghost, what's the ghost called?"

The cold wind whistled, and dissatisfied sounds came from the darkness next to it.

As a wandering orphan, Nietzsche naturally cannot get any good care. Even if he goes to work as an illegal worker, he will be severely exploited. For the sake of his livelihood, he can do anything.

At this time, I lived under a bridge hole, wrapped in old newspapers and waste paper shells.

Almost all the homeless people around them have the same experience, some are bankrupt, some are disabled, or seriously ill, and it is not surprising that a body is found in the early morning.

And there is no warmth between them.

Nietzsche reached out and grabbed a black iron dagger.

Because of nightmare, he slept very lightly, which actually had the advantage that he would not have any conspiracy in his sleep.

‘Ghost…Miss Vivian, and the mysterious shopkeeper…’

He took a deep breath and pondered what he had encountered.

Yesterday, in order to visit Vincent's exhibition and buy the water from the small shop, he had consumed the last bronze in his pocket, and he was hungry once.

And today's results are even more frustrating.

Even though he had known some amazing information, the intern inspector did not trust him at all.

"No...no, my focus seems to be a little wrong. That mysterious shopkeeper, Mr. Andy, is even more worth investigating..."

The reason I pay attention to these is to gain extraordinary power.

There is no doubt that starting from that shop owner is much safer than ghouls.

"It's a pity...I don't have money...I'm going to wait, there's another person...the young man who spent a golden punk to buy a big blood-red book!"

Nietzsche slapped his head suddenly.

He found that in that small shop, he was always prone to forget something.

Especially when talking to the shopkeeper, I seemed to be unconsciously influenced by the other party and ignore something.

"What a terrible person. If possible, I really don't want to deal with him... But if that young man found him, would he share the mysterious books with me?"

Nietzsche seriously considered this possibility.

rustle!

rustle!

I don’t know how long it has been, an unusual sound suddenly came into his ears.

"What's around...is there?"

He suddenly became alert and clenched the dagger.

In an instant, the breathing around him became much heavier, and it was obvious that he was not the only one who discovered it.

‘Is that rumor? There is an attack specifically targeting the homeless?’

Thinking of this, Nietzsche's spirit became more vigilant.

Wanderers also have their own circle. Recently, some news has been circulating that many strong wanderers have disappeared in Kimbert City.

Influenced by this news, this small campground also became in panic.

Although these homeless people have nothing, they will exude terrible madness when they are really forced into desperate situations.

‘There are so many people, and they are all alert, the murderer should not dare...’

Just as Nietzsche was thinking, he suddenly seemed to hear a meticulous chant in his ear.

The other party's tone was very strange, with hissing noise:

"May you be bitten by the black snake, may you be stinged by wasps, flesh and blood puppets, obey me, I am the king of voodoo!!! Hiss..."

Hiss!!

rustle!

Various noises came one after another, and then they were all the sounds of falling to the ground.

Someone screamed in panic and lit the oil lamp and the newspaper.

Suddenly, with the light of fire, Nietzsche seemed to see winding black snakes and fists-sized hornets in the air.

Bang!

A stinging pain came from the ankle, and the numbness suddenly spread throughout the body.

Nietzsche felt a numbness in his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground, and his whole body fell down.

“Woo woo…”

He seemed to have a numb ball stuffed into his mouth, his tongue became bigger, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only make a low whine.

Then, he saw in horror that all the black snakes on the ground slowly turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

‘This is extraordinary power!’

After this enlightenment, Nietzsche looked around and finally saw a figure slowly approaching, which was Simon whom he had seen in the store today!
To be continued...