Shadow Apostle

The figure in the steam suddenly took action.

Just as Monica drew her sword and declared, the body of the figure in the steam suddenly twisted.

Then it suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

However, the next moment, the steam exploded violently.

The figures turned into countless vapors and pounced on the police who formed the encirclement.

Then there was a loud burst of gunfire.

These policemen are just ordinary people. When they see something strange coming towards them, they subconsciously avoid fighting back. The ping-pong-pong sounds of gunfire echo in the street, causing loud whistles on the wine-red street around the corner, and they rush here. .

A group of police officers did shoot at the shadow made of steam, but the steam did not hurt.

People will.

Many bullets penetrated the steam shadow and directly entered the body of his colleagues.

But those steam shadows were not blocked at all and continued to pounce on the bodies of the police.

Rolling around with the police.

"Damn it, it's a ghost, and there are so many of them."

Monica's expression changed, she took out a bottle the size of a perfume bottle, opened the lid and was about to pour it onto the rapier, but Horst grabbed her wrist.

"Waste not, look for the cat."

Um?

Monica was stunned for a moment, feeling as if her consciousness was in a trance. When she looked carefully, there was no trace of steam. There were only a few dead cockroaches and bedbugs on the ground, but there were nothing on the policemen. They were holding themselves. Rolling on the ground.

"It's the Cat Temptation again."

Monica gritted her teeth bitterly, ignoring the policeman rolling on the ground, and looked around for him.

"there."

It was Horst who shouted out in time.

He didn't know why, but twice already, the temptation of the cat that affected his personal consciousness had no effect on him. What he saw was a completely normal scene.

What he saw at this time was a dirty white cat squatting on the roof of a nearby building, staring eerily at the crowd below.

His eyes seemed to be full of mockery.

"Send me up."

Horst was stunned: "How to send it?"

"Hold your hands in front of your belly."

Horst immediately remembered the tactical moves of those people in a certain mushroom game before, and immediately clasped his hands in front of him.

Monica stepped forward with a vigorous step and stepped hard on his hand. While feeling the power, Horst raised his hands smoothly and felt that his finger bones were about to break.

However, Monica was also successfully sent up into the air. Her tall body stretched as hard as she could, letting her fingers rest on the balcony.

While setting up the balcony, he kicked his slender legs on the wall three times in a row, using the force from up and down at the same time to flip his body onto the roof.

The white cat snarled, its fur bursting up, and turned around and ran away along the sloping roof. Monica swayed on the slope, quickly regained her balance, and immediately chased after him.

Horst looked around for a moment, and immediately chased him down the street from the house, one at the top and the other at the bottom, and the two of them chased each other closely.

However, Horst soon discovered that apart from actively engaging with mysteries, the most stupid thing in the world was probably racing a cat on the roof.

The white cat jumped a few times and disappeared on the roof in the blink of an eye.

Monica and Horst stopped one after another, one after another, and looked at each other from a distance.

Where have you gone?

What does Black Hand Kant mean?

Horst's thoughts changed rapidly, and he felt that the idea that Kant called him here to use him to contain the police was a bit far-fetched.

When he sends the card, the police may not start to conduct surveillance.

Besides, he was not Green or W. How could he calculate so accurately? He was sure that he would contain the police.

It was probably just a misunderstanding, so why did he send himself a card?

I'm afraid it's not a reminder to me.

"Monica." Horst suddenly shouted loudly, "No. 4, Wine Street."

Monica glanced at him, and without asking a question, she directly adjusted her direction and turned to the wine-red street on the side.

Extreme sprint.

Damn it, why did it happen so quickly?

Horst stared blankly at Monica who turned into the wind and went away, then he also chased after her.

Turning the corner, I discovered that Burgundy Street was a quieter street with sparser buildings than Spencer's choice.

There were also some plainclothes officers manning the streets, appearing to be heavily guarded.

Monica jumped lightly from roof to roof until she jumped to the roof of a building before climbing off the roof. Then there was a thumping of footsteps behind her, and Horst ran over sweating profusely, pressing his hands on his knees to breathe. I was panting and couldn't finish my words.

"This is, Huhu, No. 4, Huhu."

Monica raised her head and glanced down at him: "It seems that in addition to special physical training, you also need special physical training. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to beat a dog, but you will not be able to run away from a cat."

"I have plenty of physical strength, haha, I'm not tired at all, haha, I don't need special training, haha."

"If I have time in the evening, I will come and catch you running. I mean if I have time, it doesn't matter whether you are there or not."

As he said that, he didn't care about Horst, who looked desperate, and waved to the police around him.

"Is this Warehouse No. 4?"

"Yes, sir."

"Who are all the users?"

"Sir, I will ask someone to investigate."

"Open the door first." Monica glanced at Horst, "There is something wrong inside."

"Ah? Sir, we don't have the key."

"No key?"

Monica shook her hair, lifted her windbreaker, and her long legs popped out. She kicked the door hard with her police boots. The heavy wooden door flew inward, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

"No need for a key now."

As he spoke, he took the kerosene lantern from the police officer on the side and walked into Warehouse No. 4.

"call out."

Horst whistled and shrugged at the stunned policemen: "It's pretty awesome."

"Uh-huh."

"I think so."

With that said, Horst took out his lighter and chased after her, lighting the lantern for Monica.

"What are you doing here?"

"K came forward to ask W for help and predicted the location of the cultists last night." Monica held up the lantern and slowly checked in the empty warehouse. "The direction pointed here, so I took the Hall of Justice's The police came to set up the control. But they never found it. I didn’t expect it to be hidden in the sewer. That’s right, it can only be hidden in the sewer. Here.”

With that said, he finally found the lever on the wall and lit the gas lamp in the warehouse.

This is a single-family warehouse, not too big, but the view is quite broad.

There are many items piled up in the warehouse, and the corners are piled up.

Most of them are very strange items.

Tattered quilts, thick cardboard, rusty trolleys, and whole pieces of oilcloth.

All kinds of rags occupied the corners.

There are some relatively complete and normal things among them.

For example, in the top pile, there is the old suitcase and an even older cane.

"Hey, what are these? This smell is really..."

Monica frowned, these things smelled faintly.

"If nothing else, they are all tramp's babies."

"Are they those homeless people?" Monica clenched her fists, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure about the other things, but this cane..." Looking at the suitcase and cane, Horst sighed softly, "Every time I helped him handle the newspaper and didn't put it back in time, it would Knock on me, do you think I can be sure?"