Slimes also want to be evil gods

"Yes, that's right, we can provide surveillance records at that time if necessary."

"Arman was wearing private clothes at the time?"

"It's indeed a private server, but because Mr. Yarman showed his police ID when renting it, we will notify the police."

"Did Arman mention what he was going to do?"

"Uh, no, at least Mr. Arman didn't mention it to me at the time."

"In other words, there are no clues... Tsk, let's do this for today."

In the Alamo rental car company, Bill Chard asked the staff who had leased the car to Arman Calvin.

Unfortunately, Bill Chard did not get any valuable information from it. If he had to say it, he knew that Arman Calvin was wearing a private suit at that time, and the car rental must be for private affairs.

But this is also a matter of course. If it is a business, it is impossible for Bill Chard, the partner, to not know, and it is impossible for Arman Calvin to leave alone.

"If possible, please tell Mr. Yarman to return the car to the company as soon as possible."

Before Bill Chard was about to leave, the employee of the Alamo car rental company reminded him very professionally.

"...I thought you should already know why I came here."

"This and that are two different things and should not be confused."

Bill Chad looked at the staff member with an unkind expression. From the conversation just now, the staff member clearly understood what had happened to Arman Calvin, and mentioning this again obviously implied that he or the police station could make up for them. Loss.

Tsk, a group of greedy vultures.

"We will find your car as soon as possible, don't worry."

No matter how dissatisfied he was, Bill Chad, who was wearing a police uniform at the moment, couldn't speak out directly, and could only answer the clerk very rigidly with a dirty face.

"Then the police officer has to hurry up. After all, it has been overdue for three days now. If it exceeds a week, we can only do business..."

This clerk completely ignored Bill Chard's stinky face, and his behavior could be called a model in the industry. At least an ordinary clerk would never have the guts to say such almost threatening words in front of the police.

More importantly, Bill Chard really had nothing to do with him.

"... If we find it, we will contact you immediately."

Bill Chard paused for a few seconds, then turned his head and said to the clerk word by word, vowing in his heart that after this incident was over, he would patrol the neighborhood frequently and check the car rental company by the way.

"Hey, officer, you..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing, probably I remembered wrong..."

The clerk looked puzzled at something, stared at Bill Chard's cheek for a while, and finally shook his head.

"Tsk... that's it, I'll go first."

The action was interrupted one after another, which made Bill Chard, who was already in a bad mood because of Arman Calvin's disappearance, even more irritable, and put on a face that almost had me very angry written on his face.

"Wait...uh, you should take this and wipe your face."

When Bill Chard was about to walk out for the third time, the clerk stopped his footsteps in the air again, but this time, even the clerk knew that he had gone too far, and directly handed Bill a wet towel Chad, motioning for him to wipe his face.

"What do you mean?"

Although Bill Chard was very displeased with the clerk's behavior just now, he also knew the reason why the clerk did this, but now that the clerk suddenly handed over a wet towel, he really couldn't understand his reason for doing so.

"Hey... Did you do this on purpose? Although it's not good for me to say, you are a police officer after all, and this is really frustrating."

The clerk glanced at Bill Chad's face again, and said to him with some hesitation.

But unlike just now, Bill Chard really couldn't understand a word the clerk said now. He didn't understand what the clerk was saying at all.

"Is there something on my face?"

Although Bill Chard didn't understand what the clerk was talking about, but from the clerk's actions, it seemed that there was something on his face that the clerk cared about.

"Didn't you notice? Wait... Well, here, see for yourself."

The clerk was surprised that Bill Chard didn't feel what he said. After thinking about it, he walked to a table beside him and took out a mirror from a drawer.

"Let me see... huh?"

Bill Chard was about to reach for the mirror handed over by the clerk, when he suddenly realized that he had reached out and held the waist gun in his hand, but it seemed that he hadn't opened the safety.

"Ah, officer, are you hurt?"

At the same time, the clerk in front of him also let out an exclamation.

"Really...... When exactly?"

After being reminded by the clerk, Bill Chard finally noticed the pain coming from his face and the blood falling on the ground.

"It's okay, just wait, I'll get the first-aid kit."

Seeing Bill Chard's tragic situation, the clerk couldn't calm down, and handed over the mirror in a panic, while trotting over to get the spare first-aid kit in the car rental company.

"Something's wrong..."

Looking at the wound in the mirror that seemed to be cut by a knife, Bill Chad had already noticed the strangeness no matter how slow he was.

"Could it be that this wound is... huh?!"

After carefully observing the wound on his face, Bill Chad suddenly remembered something, and reached out to touch his trouser pocket, but the touch turned out to be empty.

"Why is it in that kind of place, and this blood......"

Bill Chard, who didn't touch his pocket, looked around, and immediately found that what he was looking for was on the ground less than one meter away from him.

It was an authentic Swiss Army knife that Bill Chard bought online for $30 for his own use. He usually put it in his trouser pocket when he went out, and somehow it fell to the ground.

But what Bill Chad was more concerned about than the Swiss Army knife that fell on the ground was that there was some blood scattered around the Swiss Army knife. Judging from the various traces of the blood, the original owner of the blood was obviously himself.

But how is this possible? He obviously only found out that he had a wound on his face when the clerk reminded him just now.

"These are patterns? Oh no... words?"

Bill Chard carefully observed the wound on his face, and found that there seemed to be a few words written with a pen near the wound, but it was a little unclear because it was wet with blood.

Similarly, although not very clear, from the outline, Bill Chard could still detect that the words on the face were exactly the same as his own handwriting.

"What the hell is going on...Who?!"

Just when Bill Chad used his barren brain to think as hard as he could, he suddenly noticed in the mirror in his hand, behind him, there was an unknown shadow that did not belong to him for some reason.

But there is one thing, he is the only one standing in the car rental lot now, and the clerk has not returned yet after going to get the first aid kit.

Who is the master of this shadow behind?

Chapter 65 Monitoring Room

Nothing was found, nothing.

Until the clerk came with the first aid kit, Bill Chard didn't see any creature other than him at the Alamo rental car company, and the reflection in the mirror was like a hallucination, and there was no trace of it.

However, the scars and blurred writing on his face reminded him that something was wrong.

"Here... there should be only the two of us, right?"

Bill Chad skillfully took out things from the first aid kit brought by the clerk, moistened the gauze with some alcohol, and began to wash the wound on his face. At the same time, he took out the mirror and observed the world in the mirror through the mirror, as if trying to imagine To find something.

"Of course, there are only..."

"what happened?"

The clerk stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, which made Bill Chard, who was cleaning the wound on his face, a little strange, temporarily interrupted the movement of his hands, and turned his gaze to the clerk.

"No, nothing, I just, just..."

When Bill Chard looked over, he found that the clerk had picked up the Swiss Army knife he had just left on the ground at some point, and at the same time looked at his palm in a very strange way.

"What's the matter, don't block it, let me see...... Wait, this is?!"

The series of mysteries that had occurred since just now made Bill Chard serious, and he roughly grabbed the clerk's palm to observe the reason why his voice stopped.

However, the scene that greeted his eyes somewhat exceeded his expectations, causing his pupils to dilate a lot in an instant.

The clerk didn't hold any weapons that could threaten him, nor did he have any weird props. There was only a wound that was scratched at an unknown time.

But the shape of the wound was what really gave Bill Chard a chill from the bottom of his heart.Because, the shape of this wound, no matter how you look at it, is a NO (not) word.

If you usually see such a NO (no) that seems to be engraved on the hand of the clerk, Bill Chard will never show this posture.

But considering the question he raised just now, the sudden pause of the clerk's voice, and the strange wound on his hand after that, a terrible thought floated in Bill Chad's heart.

"There's something here."

"what?"

"There must be something here besides us."

"Mr. Police Officer, please don't make such a joke."

Looking at Bill Chard with a serious face, the clerk obviously couldn't accept his statement.Even if something happened that the clerk couldn't understand, the wound on his hand showed it, but the clerk seemed to be bound by the so-called common sense, and he didn't believe Bill Chad's words at all.

"what?"

"Ah?"

I don't know what happened, but just now Bill Chard and the clerk were still talking in the middle of the Alamo car rental company's venue, and suddenly appeared next to the gate for some reason.

The clerk was the first to react, but it wasn't because he knew the situation better than Bill Chard, but because his arm was so painful that he had to divert his attention.

Believe him

This was the first word the clerk saw when he turned his eyes to the source of his pain. It was engraved on the clerk's arm majestically, and judging from the traces of the wound, it was obvious that it had been engraved just now.

"…………How is this going?"

"Where is your monitoring room?"

"what?"

"Quick answer, don't dawdle any longer!"

"That, there!"

Although he was a beat slower than the clerk, Bill Chard, who reacted, obviously thought more than the clerk. After seeing the new scars on the clerk's arm, he had some new thoughts and seemed to want to confirm something.