In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 114 Act Two

"Bang bang bang!"

The heavy footsteps caused tremors, and the bright silver armor shone in the night. They turned into a ball of light and rushed towards the direction of the roar.

"Chong!"

"laugh--"

Black blood all over the sky spurted out from a hideous incision, and under the pressure of the monster's internal organs, they were thrown into the sky, swaying countless black colors.

"Ow!!!"

The monster raised its head to the sky and screamed, and the severe pain pierced into her ears along with the abnormal sound of bones.

The sneak attack from the dark, the terrifying pain, made her blood-colored pupils deeper and thicker, as if they could shoot out luster, the blood and madness suddenly skyrocketed!
Ryan and the monster stood still not far behind, gripping the long knife that had just been drawn from the opponent's neck.

Tsk tsk tongue.

He had already used a lot of strength for that knife just now.

Unexpectedly, the bones of this monster were so strong that it could survive such a violent beheading.

He looked at the huge monster that slowly turned its huge body, its neck was splattered with black blood, its whole head was "shaky", and only half of its bones were barely hanging on.

"The vitality is also very tenacious."

He narrowed his eyes.

This is also the buff they get at night?

Of course, the size of this monster right now is indeed extremely huge, and it is the most powerful one he has seen tonight.

Perhaps, this strange and tenacious vitality has a lot to do with her strong and huge body.

"Roar!!"

The outraged monster roared towards the sky immediately.

Her eyes were fixed on the powerful enemy in front of her, even though the wild instinct in her heart told her to flee as soon as possible.

But the hunger in her stomach and the pain in her neck made her lose all "instincts".

She roared and lunged at Ryan.

The thick blood aura came with the foul-smelling wind paving the way.

However, just when she was about to approach the witcher.

But at this moment, the long knife recklessly cut through the air, and then wiped her neck accurately like a precisely guided missile.

"boom!"

The huge body crashed to the ground.

If he didn't hack to death the first time, wouldn't it be enough if he made another cut?

Ryan leaned forward slowly.

He stared at the huge body that was limp on the ground after being headshot.

The cold moonlight penetrated the thick gray fog, only part of it hit the bloody corpse.

Thick black blood gurgled from her neck and spread to the blue road bricks. The dark pool of blood reflected the moonlight, which was strange and deep.

Together with this ferocious, foul-smelling corpse, it constitutes a terrifying picture of the hell devil returning to the world.

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Ryan, however, held out his hand.

He didn't care about the stench and dirt in front of him.

He took out a test tube from his pocket.

Pull out the stopper, and point the mouth of the test tube at the neck of the monster—the hideous wound, the source of the blood fountain.

He is collecting blood.

The glass test tubes fill up quickly.

He put away the test tube and put it in his pocket.

Sudden--

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The footsteps belonging to the Insel defenders sounded.

He looked back, only to see a group of fluorescent light floating in the darkness in the distance behind the foggy street.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal and iron clanging and the sound of shaking the ground, they quickly approached him.

Seeing this, he stepped on the ground.

The figure turned into a ghost and disappeared on the street.

"Bang!!"

"alert!"

The tall and strong man in silver armor let out a low snort.

A group of ten people slowly approached the fallen body.

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Immediately, after seeing the tragic appearance of the huge corpse in front of him, unbelievable sights came out from behind the ten grid masks.

"How long has it been since we heard the roar?"

"died?"

"What's more, with such a body shape, she must be very strong before she dies. Which team has such efficiency!"

One of the silver armor men stepped forward vigilantly.

He slowly bent down, turned his back to the crowd, and stretched out his hand.

"."

"How about it?"

The tall and strong garrison known as the captain lowered his voice and stepped forward to examine the corpse together with the man.

"!"

The captain's eyes froze for a moment.

The face hidden under the mask suddenly became ugly.

"Two knives—"

"Chop off the neck with a knife."

"Slit the head with one knife."

"Who exactly is it?"

The captain's voice trembled slightly.

Looking at the broken part of the corpse, his eyes narrowed. In a daze, he seemed to have seen a more terrifying monster appearing on the street just now, and executed the demon in front of him with the force of thunder.

"Report the situation of this corpse!"

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A dilapidated tavern.

In the gray mist, a bright yellow light swayed leisurely, the light drove away the surrounding fog, and the gray examples fled in all directions. The light that lasted throughout the night was like a lighthouse, no different from the existence of a [shelter].

A figure walks through the gray fog.

He approached the tavern.

"clatter!"

Step up the steps and unlock the door.

"squeak--"

The man at the bar looked towards the door of the tavern.

Willard prepared a glass of water and a glass of wine.

"Have you heard of Snowstorm Villa?"

The hunter patted the dust on his shoulders and arms, smiled at Willard, and then came to the bar.

Willard shook his head.

"never heard of that."

He also didn't understand that the first thing the witcher said after returning to the tavern was such a nonsensical thing.

"As the name suggests."

"A blizzard that cuts off traffic cuts off a mountain estate."

"In the villa, there are special circumstances, such as serial killings, but no one can leave this environment."

"The murder scene that often appears in detective novels."

Ryan picked up the beer casually and took a sip.

Willard thought about it.

"In your opinion, our city is equivalent to being placed in a snowstorm mountain villa scene?"

"Serial killings." Willard grinned and said with a sneer, "I really hope it's as simple as you said."

"Is this what you got when you went out? Hunter."

Lane put down his glass.

"No."

He waved at Willard: "Does it look like a chat in a tavern?"

The hunter stood up, turned and walked straight into the room, his voice reaching Willard's ears.

"This may give you some inspiration, Mr. Willard."

"I remember that you are a writer."

"Why don't you try detective novels?"

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Willard watched his back flicker for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at the paper spread on the bar.

"Click!"

Ryan closed the door.

Press the switch and the wick lights up.

The room still maintains the original appearance before leaving.

"Wow!"

Raphael protruded a head from Ryan's chest. At first glance, it looked a bit like an alien with a broken chest.

Ryan was thinking about two test tubes, and he took out a metal box from the package on the table.

"Portable Universal Analyzer,"

What a cool tech name.

Science fiction is unimaginable.

"How did you talk about [Blizzard Villa] with that guy? Did you find anything?"

Raphael stared straight at Ryan's movements, watched him stuff the test tube into the opening of the box, and said suddenly.

"The Mist by Stephen King."

On the way back, Ryan checked with Kate, and there are people like this in this world.

"Gray fog, the monster in the fog."

Really similar.

"Could it be his book fans behind the scenes?"

No, according to the urine nature of this world, could it be that Stephen King has experienced something and wrote this thing into a book?
Ryan muttered.

At the same time, he opened the panel to receive the news from the organ center.

The portable universal analyzer is just a "simple" device in the final analysis, and it does not have the function of outputting the analysis results.

Ryan needs to stay connected.

The data on the analyzer is sent back to the agency, and then analyzed by the agency.

"Operator Winston, the portable universal analyzer is working."

A message came from a staff member.

Relieved, Lane put the analyzer on the table and let it go about its business.

Turning his head, he looked at Raphael.

"How about it, I have been observing for so long."

"Have you found anything?"

Ryan's expression was flat, but his voice fluctuated slightly. He was referring to the discovery about [Mary], so his expression was a little cryptic.

"No."

The black cat rolled her eyes quite humanely, and jumped onto the bed. She sat upright, with her hands crossed over her chest.

"I have followed you all day, and there is no chance to investigate alone."

Ryan stroked his chin.

"Daylight may not be a good time to act."

"But the gray fog can indeed cover up the traces."

Saying that, Ryan glanced at Raphael and said, "This is especially true for such a small cat."

"or?"

"Excuse me, go out now and go to the fortresses of the defenders to investigate?"

Hearing this, Raphael bared his teeth.

"If I'm not injured, or when I recover, I dare to break through alone."

"Now?"

"Who knows if there is something more terrifying in this city, what if it never returns?"

The performance of the black cat made Ryan think of a word.

"Sexy and soft inside."

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"I have a question." Raphael said suddenly, she was a little curious and blinked.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"How to check, how to kill?"

Obviously, pushing all the way, cutting from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road is a way.

However, considering that all residents are humans with implanted memories, Ryan cannot guarantee that the rash use of force will not cause greater casualties.

Not only is it a disaster during the battle,
What's more, he didn't know what the black hand behind the scenes was up to.

What if you get anxious, and the god behind it burns everyone's brains into roasted brains?
Since he has the ability to implant memories, he has to consider worse possibilities.

"I'm not going to hide in the dark."

"Of course, it's also possible that we can't hide it. Maybe after we entered this city, there was already an eye watching us closely."

Ryan spread his hands out, without looking worried or apprehensive.

"Are you going to appear in front of everyone with integrity?"

The black cat squinted.

"Yes, I just thought of it."

Ryan said meaningfully: "The guy who caused this disaster, for some reason, had to change human memory and create this nihilistic city."

"Although we don't know his purpose."

"However, what is absolutely certain is: He needs a [stage], He needs this specific environment, and only in this environment can he achieve a certain purpose."

"For example, release monsters to eat people?" The black cat muttered: "No, if it is simple to eat people, there is no need to expend such a lot of effort."

"It's more like using the external conditions of monsters to eat people to promote the development of some events—"

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"Witch Trial?"

The black cat raised its head slowly.

"The trial is the deeper purpose. As for what the trial is for...we still need time."

Ryan rested his chin in one hand and pondered.

"So, I want to become [unusual numbers] as much as possible without [both hurting]."

"Use a reasonable method to interrupt the trial of the witch."

"It's like joining this bloody farce."

"."

"This is your course of action?"

"What's the opinion of your organization?" The black cat wrinkled its nose, thinking that it might make sense, but even if it makes sense, it's impossible.

Hearing this, Ryan spread his hands.

"They trust my judgment and let me have free rein."

"Damn it, so apart from logistical work, what constructive advice can this demon hunting organization provide!"

The black cat complained.

"The person who came to the scene in person was a demon hunter, not an agency."

"The first-hand information they have is definitely not as much as ours."

Sometimes, a witcher's intuition is a more unreasonable existence than a high-tech brain.

Ryan looked at the analyzer on the table.

It will take a while for the progress to show up.

He looked at the time, calculated in his mind, and concluded that the analysis should be completed after dawn.

The black cat scratched its chin.

"That's why you don't cover your tracks at all."

"Not even doing anything to the corpses of those monsters."

The city defenders will definitely find the body that was beheaded by Ryan neatly.

Earlier in the day yesterday, in order to find the location of this tavern, he asked many passers-by for directions.

Just ask, a stranger in strange clothes appeared in this eventful city.

What kind of dull and stupid city administrator would consider this to be "harmless"?
What's more, there is also a "witch" who was obviously beheaded by a blade, and she died on the street mournfully.

"With their efficiency."

"It is estimated that it will be found out soon."

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

On the table, the indicator light of the analyzer is still flashing, and the progress bar is moving slowly——

Lane is waiting.

Don't just wait for the analyzer's job to finish.

They are waiting for the guards to come.

In this way - not only can he speed up the "slow" investigation progress.

It is also possible to appear in front of big shots in a relatively peaceful manner, so as not to make them think that the situation has gotten out of control.

Lane felt that he was really harmonious and friendly.

I took great pains.

Time passed slowly.

until a certain moment.

"Boom!!!"

The vast bell rang.

"drop!"

Analyzer job done!

"Bang!!"

A loud bang roared at the door of the tavern.

"Ah!"

The man grins and nods at the black cat
Immediately, Raphael licked his lips, and his body turned into a stream of black light, holding the analyzer on the table in his arms, and in the blink of an eye, the black cat disappeared into the darkness.

Seeing this, Ryan stood up and walked towards the door of the room.

The second act of this bloody farce is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)