Fairy’s Box

Derek looked away like an electric shock, and immediately leaned over to pick up a branch from the ground, put it defensively in front of his chest, and backed away little by little.

"Derek, are you crazy?"

Old Hank was confused by the performance of the cheap son, his old face was stern, and he showed an angry expression-he still expects the smugglers to sneak in, how can he offend the other party now.

"Father, he's not human!"

The little tomb robber stared at the silent snake head, all the hair on his body stood up, fear mixed with doubts made every skin of his body feel numb and cold, and his muscles kept shaking.

Jeffrey stared at him coldly. At the moment of lightning, his brown pupils shrank and trembled like a snake's eyes. He suddenly smiled and said as usual:

"Old Hank, your son must have severe persecution paranoia."

"Shut up, you monster!"

Derek saw the changes in his eyes, and became more certain of the guess in his heart. He clenched the branches with both hands, and then quickly approached the old tomb robber beside him:

"Don't believe him, this man is so strange, I just saw a lot of earthworm-like things squirming under his skin."

"Evil spirit? Why isn't my holy relic responding."

Old Hank's expression became solemn, and he turned his head instantly, staring at the snake's head alertly.

"I don't know, this guy may not be an evil spirit, but he is definitely not a human being." While speaking, the young man stared at the other party, daring not to be negligent.

"Well, both of you are crazy..."

Jeffrey shook his head, then slowly spread his hands: "If you two don't want to leave, you can go back at any time. Anyway, I have already received the money, and the customer always has the right to go back."

"Derek... are you sure?"

The old tomb robber was shaken. After all, he spent so much money, and there was nothing wrong with the performance of the snakehead in front of him.

"I'm sure!"

The young man said decisively.

"Mr. Jeffrey, I'm so sorry."

Old Hank showed a regretful expression, and quickly pulled out a dagger from the inside of his belt. The bright sharp blade was aimed at the snake's head, and he said without emotion:

"Please let me check. My son and I have serious persecution paranoia. If you are indeed human, you shouldn't mind the client's request, right?"

"Sorry, I can't accept your inspection."

The snake head lowered his head, the shadows of the trees covered his face like a curtain, and in the two pairs of frightened sights, the tiny brown tentacles swam out from his eye sockets, nostrils and corners of his mouth, like snake letters. Licking the air.

The woods were humid and sultry, and a faint musty smell permeated the air, and the wind oozing out from nowhere quietly blew in, filling the entire space with an inexplicable chill.

"You really are a monster..."

The old tomb robber's throat trembled twice, and his voice was dry and hard and almost cracked.

"It's all thanks to the three of you."

"Jeffrey" raised his head stiffly, the skin on his neck cracked, his body cavity was pulled out a little bit, and an exaggerated smile grinned at the corner of his mouth. His head split along the midline of the bridge of the nose, revealing rows of white fangs hidden deep in the skull. :

"There was a little accident, but everything is still in the plan, and it was originally planned to end you in this forest."

...

"The number of victims is still increasing... Could it be that... this is a sign of the resurrection of the Black Goat Goddess?" Beverley put down the stack of victim portraits in his hand and sighed with a solemn expression.

"probably not."

Yale looked away from the file of the deceased, looked at the curtain rolled up by the breeze, and said calmly:

"At present, only a similar incident has occurred in the western suburbs of Edinburgh, and the rest of the suspected resurrection sites are temporarily quiet. Moreover, if the black goat mother goddess is really resurrected, it will never be so much fanfare."

"Do you think... that skinned criminal is a human?" The red-haired boy's pupils flickered, and he asked hesitantly.

"Even if it is a human, I am afraid it is a severe psychopath."

The black-haired knight spread out the first file in his hand, rubbed his temples with his fingers, and said to himself:

"Let's take a look at the current victims, there are grave keeper in the cemetery, the street girl in the red light district, the snakehead in the underground world, the farmer in the plantation, and the guy in the bakery."

"They don't have any communication, and they are completely isolated from each other's life circle." Beverley glanced at the file that he had memorized by heart, and said with a strange expression:

"Perhaps the murderer has no purpose in killing people, it is purely for venting, just like you said just now - a severe neurosis with extraordinary skills."

"Random kills? I always thought it wasn't that simple."

Yale shook his head, took out Jeffrey's file, pointed to his horrific body, and said, "After this person died, he was still seen in public places. Suppose you were the murderer, why would you do this?"

"Prove I'm still alive?"

The red-haired boy folded his shoulders.

"Yes, why did he do this?" The black-haired knight turned to look at his companion, narrowing his pupils slightly.

"Why do it?"

Beverly frowned, scratching his hair subconsciously, his neatly combed red hair was quickly crumpled into a chicken coop, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Create an illusion and confuse the public?"

"I thought so too...but...what is this person trying to hide?"

The black-haired knight glanced through the curtains of the dead, and finally stopped at an old face: "This is the first dead, a cemetery's tomb keeper."

"Who would be so bored to kill a deaf and blind gravekeeper?" The red-haired boy thought for a while, and then threw out an answer himself: "It must be a lunatic!"

"Yeah...other than a lunatic or a monster, who would be bored enough to kill a cemetery keeper..."

Yale propped up the table with his elbows, dragged his chin with his fingers crossed, stared at the horrified face of the gravekeeper, was silent for a while, and suddenly raised his voice and said:

"He said he was deaf and blind!?"

"I didn't express it accurately. Neighbors who know this old gravekeeper know that this old guy has bad ears and bad eyes." Beverley has done a lot of research in advance, so he knows these details. very clear.

"Why can such a person be a tomb keeper? Who pays him?" The black-haired knight's brain was short-circuited, and he really couldn't understand the thinking of the people of the Highland Kingdom.

"Because he is a relative of a leader of the local urban and rural guards... The salary is paid by the government, in order to prevent tomb robbery." The red-haired boy curled his lips contemptuously as he said:

"There's no question that it's a Celtic favor-deal."

"It's crazy."

Yale had a preliminary understanding of the characteristic bureaucratic style of the Highland Kingdom, and then he suddenly tightened his brows, and once again turned his eyes to the deceased in the file:

"The first murder happened in the cemetery, there might be something hidden in it, Beverly, give me the address of the cemetery, I'll check it out myself."

...

On the streets of the western suburbs, Goethe, who followed Lydia to blockade and supervise the entire shopping street, yawned, moved his slightly stiff muscles, and said with a bit of disinterest:

"A skinned murderer, is it worth our fight?"

"Goethe, pay attention, we are in public office now!" Lolo reminded him in a low voice.

"The religious connotation of this method of killing is too strong, and it is difficult for people not to associate it with a cult. Coupled with the news that the Black Goat Goddess is about to be resurrected, the Governor can't be too cautious."

Lydia's eyes stabbed Goethe like a scorpion's tail, and she said with a half-smile: "If you still can't remember your current identity, I promise, you will never forget it with pain."

"I think I've remembered it!"

Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, Goethe quickly straightened his back, posing a perfect standing posture that a professional soldier could not fault.

"If you want to do it, you can."

The female knight boasted lukewarmly, and then looked away.

"Small idea."

Goethe smiled and immediately revealed his true form.

However, the screams from the street suddenly ripped apart the rather harmonious atmosphere at the moment. A guard who was covered in blood stumbled out of the street. His voice was mixed with uncontrollable fear:

"Sir! There are monsters!".

"How is that possible?" Goethe showed a surprised expression.

The cracking sound of the glass was particularly harsh on the blue morning of the late summer, like the piercing screams of a woman. The aura of commotion and anxiety poured out from the first floor of the street and poured into the crowd at once.

"Help! There are man-eating monsters!"

"Monsters! Monsters! They killed several soldiers!"

"Run! Get out of the way!"

The passers-by who were walking slowly were immediately infected with fear, and they ran away screaming one by one, and soon the entire street was submerged by the turbulent flow of people.

"You two evacuate the crowd! Remember, even if you kill someone, you must contain the panic!"

Lydia instructed the aquatic team, and immediately went into battle, her cold eyes were instantly covered by calm and sharp eyes. The slender figure showed an unimaginable lightness, stepping on the lampposts on both sides of the road, quickly passing through the swarming crowd, and came to the corner of the street in a flash.

At the corner of the street, under the shadow of the overlapping trash can and the wall, six blood-red eyes were staring at the girl with a cold expression, a human-shaped black goat with a height of nine feet.

It has a huge goat head, three pairs of blood-red eyes growing from top to bottom, a sharp fangs protruding from its mouthparts, and acid water is constantly dripping from the corners of the slightly quivering mouth, making the slate road rise up Foul smelling smoke.

The messenger of the black goat...Is it really an advance of the demonic disaster?

Lydia suppressed the doubts in her heart and calmly assumed an offensive stance. She raised the index finger of her right hand, and the ruby-like fingertips quickly shone with light.

In the next instant, the female knight flew out like a sharp sword and rushed towards the exaggerated black goat messenger.

Whoosh-!

The black goat messenger's three pairs of eyes locked on Lydia at the same time, grabbed two tin trash cans with both hands, and threw them suddenly, then lowered his head instantly, aimed the sharp horns at the female knight, and rushed over like a locomotive.

Lydia quickly ducked the trash can, and at the same time nimbly slipped from the monster's feet, her fingers cut a long and narrow wound on the inner thigh of the black goat messenger.

boom--!

The monster's horns immediately pressed against a lamppost, smashing the stone lamppost into smashes, then turned around, and the six malevolent eyes cast a vicious low roar at the female knight again.

My poison doesn't work?

The female knight found that the other party did not show any discomfort, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​using toxin to capture it alive. At the same time as she stood up, she flashed behind the monster with a beautiful somersault, her index finger slid across the air, leaving behind a few dark red Light marks.

"Ouch!"

The black goat messenger howled and was about to continue charging when his limbs suddenly detached from his body, and the huge body fell to the ground uncontrollably, creating a shallow ravine on the slate floor.

The monster struggled and waved its amputated limbs, wriggling about to turn over and raised its head a little, when a female military boot that fell from the sky stepped on the top of the head, and it sank into the slate with a "smack" of its entire face.

"..."

Seeing that it didn't stop without its limbs, Lydia increased the strength on her legs again, and the slate ground within ten yards trembled, spewing out a mist of fine rubble, and then abruptly sank three feet.

At this moment, the entire street was already in a mess, and there were several monsters walking through the crowd, and the flames shot into the sky from time to time.

The screams of women and children, the clattering of sharp swords and fangs, the explosion of grudges, and the roar of houses collapsing were all overshadowed by the horrific roar of the monster.

"There are so many monsters!"

While Goethe was evacuating the flow of people, the black goat messenger on the other street split the house in front of him and came to them roaring.

This is the first time he has stood face to face in front of the demonic monster. The opponent is more than nine feet tall and taller than a two-story building. There are huge goat horns on the top of his head, and crimson rays of light bloom from his pupilless eyes. , And the whole body is spewing out filthy negative energy from time to time, its snake-like tail swaying ferociously, dragging a dazzling trajectory in the air.

The monster's left hand is holding a huge long whip, and the right hand is a huge axe with black gas tumbling, which not only expands its confrontation distance to more than fifteen feet, but also prevents it from being in close combat. disadvantage.

Is this a real monster?

Goethe felt cold sweat running down his back, and he suddenly realized that he would face tens of thousands of such monsters in the future, more dangerous and more evil than any monsters he encountered in his adventure.

However, before the man could attack, the black goat messenger let out a painful neigh. A dark red light penetrated its throat, the female knight stood on the opponent's back, and at the moment when the monster swung the giant axe towards her, she suddenly turned over and jumped down, and the red light flashing fingertips drew a line. The red line, driven by the weight, instantly divided the huge body of the black goat messenger into two.