The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 50 0050. Dead Corpse Altar
When a few people walked out of the tavern, they saw the big black dog Tindalos barking his teeth and barking at the silhouetted figure.

Jurgen hurried over to appease his dog son, for fear that this big guy would lose this clue.

"It's really a corpse dog in the cemetery!" Sam looked at Tindalos in surprise: "I thought it was just a legend!"

"The one you dripped just now is the tear from a newly dead corpse!" Mr. Hopkins, the short and fat nightman, asked.

"Yes, this thing is not so easy to get!" Sam nodded.

"The cemetery corpse dog is very sensitive to the newly dead corpse and the spirit that has just left the body, so it will bark at this thing!" Hopkins pointed to the somewhat slack dog who was barked by the big black dog. That smoky figure with a few fluorescent lights.

"It is said that the cemetery cadaver dog is the guard dog of the underworld. According to some folklore on the Intis side, the cemetery cadaver dog will watch the dead souls who have just died and prevent them from bringing the world's property into the underworld. Because There will be dead souls trying to bribe the ferrymen of the Styx, so that they can pass the river of condemnation and escape the sins they committed in the world!"

"So, the cemetery corpse dogs are actually very impartial supervisors. They even supervise the sins of the dead!" Hopkins shrugged: "It's a pity that they don't supervise the sins of the living."

"That's because only the god of death has the right to judge people's sins! And what we have to do is to send those who have committed the most heinous crimes to the god of death!" The female transcendent who had been in the background said slowly.

"Arianna, after all these years, you're still so upright!" Hopkins said to the curvy night bearer, "You worship Death so much, why did you choose the path of the [Sleepless]? You must know that the God of Death is known as the [Eternal Sleeper]."

"Do you think that anyone can choose?" Ariana gave Hopkins a blank look: "Except for you who came from the church, the Church of Evernight doesn't have much trust in those of us who have taken refuge here. How can it be so extravagant that we can choose the sequence at will?"

"The path sequence provided by the church is not complete, and it is impossible to take care of everyone!" Hopkins reassured the colleague perfunctorily.

Over there, Sam fiddled with the outline figure for a while, and beckoned to the people here to indicate that they could go over and continue.

But Jurgen took out a piece of paper from his body and handed it to Little Otto who was guarding the door of the tavern, indicating that he could put away the guard and take him back to rest.

In order to investigate the case, even supernatural beings like the Night Carrier were dispatched, and the crime scene that had been inspected by the Night Carrier had no value in keeping, so Little Otto was released.

And the few people here also followed the vague figure who was a bit weird under the crimson moon outside.

"Sam, you'd better cover it up, I don't want to be scolded by the bishop tomorrow morning!" Hopkins pointed to the faint pedestrians on this street and said helplessly.

At this point, some unscrupulous factories have just finished get off work, and some workers who are off work normally spend the night in nearby taverns or small alleys with gas lamps hung with red glass covers.

Therefore, these transcendental beings running around on the street following a vague human figure will definitely be passed on as legends in CD City.

"Okay!" Sam took out a briar pipe from his arms, lit it with the spiritual flame on his finger, took a sharp puff, and then ran to the silhouette of the figure with the smoke in his mouth and puffed on it.

Then, the silhouetted human form began to blur, and Beomie could only see it through shallow spiritual vision.

After the assassin left the tavern, he walked around for a while as if wandering around, and finally stopped under a gas street lamp.And also stretched out his hand, this should be a taxi.

"This is too bad, he seems to hit a carriage!" Sam's face fell down.

Sure enough, the silhouetted figure waited under the streetlight for a while, then made body movements to get into the carriage, and... seemed to close the door.

Then, several transcendental beings could only watch a floating silhouette of a human figure quickly go away on the road, and finally they couldn't see anything.

"How long can that magic last?" Hopkins asked, frowning.

"After more than 100 meters from me, it will dissipate automatically. It won't last long!" Sam's face was dark and he was a little frustrated.

This tracking magic was one of his bottom cards after he was promoted to Sequence Eight. Who knew that it was broken by the carriage today...

"It's okay, we still have clues from this little guy!" Hopkins comforted the young colleague, telling him not to be discouraged.

There are many more embarrassing situations than this kind of situation where the Night Carrier is chasing down all kinds of extraordinary events, but this one is not so many...

"Okay, Mr. Corleone, let's go back and get the carriage. Find out about the situation with that gray mouse!" Hopkins said to Beomy.

"Ok!"

When a few people returned to the parking area near the entrance of the tavern, Otto Jr. had just packed up the security tapes, made a large plate, and packed it in a backpack.

And his backpack seemed to hold a lot of things, and there were clanging bells inside, and there seemed to be the sound of glass bottles colliding.

"Silly boy, I've already taken it anyway, why don't you take some more? How much would it cost you to call a carriage?" The scar-faced old man Jurgen felt a little resentful towards the young policeman, so he ran over to teach him Gave this young man a little life experience.

As a result, Otto Jr. really called a carriage over, and brought dozens of bottles of wine out of the tavern with jingling bells.

The black line on Beomi's face, it turns out that the Sweepers organization is really... Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Moreover, the tradition of collecting all kinds of irrelevant [evidence] from the scene of the crime seems to be the bad leader of this gang of scum.

I said how could the evidence room of the police station need three large rooms as warehouses? It turns out that the roots are here.

The three Night Wardens were also shocked by this shameless operation, and their complexions turned dark... Is this the quality of the Transcendents under the Church of Evernight?
Fortunately, the rat droppings were cleared out of the Night Watchman team and thrown into the garbage heap of the sweepers, otherwise this old guy could lead a lot of people down.

At this moment, Hopkins, who was a senior member of the Church of Evernight, felt that it was necessary to throw Jurgen, the black sheep, out.They are even thinking about whether they should also throw out the scum in the church when they send people to the sweeper organization next time.

Garbage people should be thrown into the garbage dump.

Jurgen, who helped Little Otto move twice, also came with a few bottles of good-looking wine, and even tried to share the spoils with the three night guards.

As a result, Hopkins, as the leader, didn't lose his face and missed a few bottles of good wine.Five or six bottles of good wine were stuffed by Jurgen into the carriage he drove over...

Then, the three night guards looked at the scar-faced old man with...disgusting eyes, which made Beomi not want to ride in a carriage with him anymore.

Even on the way from the tavern here to the Squirrel Gang's lair, the nightman's carriage kept a distance from Jurgen's carriage, which made Beomi feel extremely grassy and almost wanted to jump out of the carriage.

The Squirrel Gang's lair was not far from here, just three or four streets away, and it didn't take long for five extraordinary men to drive two carriages to the place.

As a local snake, Beomi goes to call the door with ease, but finds that the Squirrel Gang's lair has... migrated again.

As a veteran pickpocket group at the junction of slums and urban areas, the Squirrel Gang has always had the habit of relocating their old nests. It's really... the reputation of doing this business is too fast.

Fortunately, Beomi was considered one of the more core members of the Squirrel Gang before, and almost became one of Old Squirrel's [disciples].So he also knew a little about the other dens of the Squirrel Gang, so he led a few superhumans to visit the rat dens one by one.

But after going around several times and looking for four former dens, they couldn't find any trace of the pickpockets, which made Beomi feel a little frustrated.

Does this count as another form of "divorce from the masses"?
In the end, Beomi had no choice but to take a few supernatural beings to a hidden lair of the old squirrel in the slums to try their luck.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the gate of this abandoned furniture factory, before he got out of the car, the big black dog Tindalos became a little bit agitated. He kept scratching the door of the carriage with his paws and purring in a low voice. Voice.

"Tindalos, is there something wrong here?" The scar-faced old man with a tenth level of dog language was worried when he noticed that his dog son had become irritable.

But Beomi, who just got off the cab of the carriage, saw more problems in her spiritual vision.

"Here...it seems that people are dead! Besides, there are quite a few dead!" Beomi regretted that she didn't bring her Hand of the Dead equipment with her when she went out.

On the other side, the night guards who just got off the car seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

Hopkins, the team leader, is also a psychic with relatively advanced spiritual vision. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw that the abandoned wood furniture factory was exuding a strong black dead air.

"It's almost time to catch up with the battlefield, a lot of people must have died here!"

As a Sequence Seven psychic, Hopkins felt a little hairy. His spiritual intuition kept warning him that there was a great danger ahead.

"It smells of blood!" Jurgen's face also became serious. : "It's heavy! And it smells like dead blood!"

"What should we do now? Mr. Hopkins!" The reasoning student Sam, who had no self-protection ability, also felt that something was wrong, and asked his boss with some concern.

"Since you're here! Let's go in and have a look!" Hopkins put on a strong face, pretending to be calm.

"This feeling...! It's a bit like the sacrifice ceremony of the Spiritual Cult!" Arianna stared at this strange small factory area without any lights.

"What are you afraid of? We have five superhumans here. Even if we encounter tough stubble, we are not without strength!" The scar-faced old man took out two shotguns from under the carriage of his carriage and took out his courage.

"Boy, do you know how to use it?" Jurgen gave Beomy a double-barreled shotgun with a barrel as thick as Beomy's thumb.

"A little bit!" Beomy knew a little about this kind of firearms loaded with paper bullets.

"Then take it, let's go inside and see the situation together!" The scar-faced old man is worthy of being a soldier. Although he is a rebel, his aura is quite similar.

"Let's go in together!" Hopkins pretended to be calm and followed up with a determined face.

The scar-faced old man Jurgen took the lead, holding a double-barreled shotgun, and kicked open the gate of the furniture factory.

As soon as they entered the furniture factory, the smell of blood and rancidity became stronger, and within a few steps, they saw a large number of dead bodies lying on the ground.

And the heads of this group of dead bodies are all strangely facing the direction of the open space in the middle. At first glance, it looks like a bloody altar.

(End of this chapter)