Chapter 508
October 12th, 1841.
Imperial Capital Northland's largest trading hub city.
Leilager.
The biting-cold wind in late autumn is biting.
The busy and crowded train station is overcrowded.
In the white mist of steam, a fat rich businessman, holding a thick stack of small bills in his hand, yelled at the coolie who was waiting for his wages, and the star of saliva splashed.
The youngster on a school trip, after seeing off his lover and relatives and friends, carrying large and small bags on the train bound for Imperial Capital.
The police officer who maintains order on the platform, wearing a dark blue uniform, and his black riding boots are polished brightly. Drive the crowd to chase the stray pickpockets.
This time.
A train coming in the direction of Imperial Capital slowly enters the station.
After the door is opened.
A pair of black low-heeled ladies riding boots, jet black trousers tucked into the slender calf of the boot, jumped to the ground.
Followed by two young demon-hunters in uniforms of the hunting group.
The local detective who responded to her.
Squeeze out the half-burning cigarette, slap the ashes, put it into the pocket of the jacket, walk quickly, stretch out the right hand and say, "Leilager high level detective Mather."
"Vera."
The detective let go of the opponent's hand and looked over the beautiful but cold face of the huntress.
The two young men who fell behind her, frowned, said, "There was a demon-hunter who died in that case. You sent two interns here?
Are you reliable?"
Today's Vera has no childishness on his face.
The body under the black turtleneck sweater is getting taller and more mature.
The long black hair that was originally waist-long has also become a short ponytail that only reaches the shoulders.
From the pocket of the coat, sticking out the slender and white skin, but the left hand with thin calluses on the joints, with a light wave, a cigarette pops out of the cigarette case.
The bright red lips hold the cigarette butt.
Exhale smoke and dust after igniting it.
Look straight into the eyes of the high level detective, lift up the right hand with the ring finger wearing the wedding diamond ring, clip the cigarette, and indifferently said, "This has nothing to do with you, lead the way."
Cold, the temperament that strangers should not enter.
Mather hesitated and stopped.
After a while of silence, he said, "Come with me."
The two demon-hunters who were intern looked at each other and looked at Vera's tall back, looking in awe.
Guardian Committee, high level independent investigator, Vera · Morgan · Andorra.
The great character that has survived several horrible major events.
Although following such a powerful demon-hunter for an internship, there is a great chance of surviving, but in contrast, the chance of passing the assessment will be less.
Today's demon hunting group is no better than before.
Five years ago.
After the tide of alienation, in order to make up for the shortage of manpower, the council and cabinet passed legislation to strictly require the survival rate of demon-hunter interns not to be less than 30%.
But...
The great character who walked in front of them warned them before the mission started: the world of demon-hunter can only win and die, save you once , Does not mean that you can save you a second time.
After getting in the car.
One of the interns took out the task briefing from his pocket.
Because it is the task of information acquisition and on-site disposal.
So, apart from knowing that there is an Evil Spirit in the mission location, the specific risk factor, whether there is a devil, is unknown.
For these newcomers who have no mastery of sequence secrets, lack of experience, and just graduated a week ago, Mantel Haunted House is like a dangerous Dark Forest.
A little carelessness will kill him on the spot.
The car engine roars.
Leilag’s old streets are full of traffic.
A pile of buildings and low shops flashed past the windows of the car.
Thirty minutes later.
deserted suburban manor.
The car stopped outside a cordon.
After getting off the bus.
The high level police took a look at the gloomy and weird haunted house, took a deep breath, and said, "It's up to you next, demon-hunter."
Vera did not respond, one I walked to the huge haunted house alone.
When the two interns saw this, they hurried to catch up.
"Master Vera, in the Academy's textbooks, when encountering a murder house where Evil Spirit exists, shouldn't we first investigate the details of the case related to the deceased?
We just rushed in. ..."
Vera indifferently said, "The reality is far more complicated than the textbook. Two people, do you think the Mantel family have time to wait for us to start the investigation step by step?"
"Uh..."
Stopped at the door of the murder house.
Vera turned around and said coldly, "Until the investigation is over, the people here are already dead, understand?"
At this time.
Another young man with a baby face suddenly said, "Why don't they move and leave here?"
Vera didn't respond and went into the murder house.
The young man who spoke earlier, Robbie Oron, gave his colleague a blank look with an idiot look, helplessly said, "Are you serious?
I really don’t know why You will be grouped with me."
The implication.
If moving is useful, what do you need demon-hunter for?
There are currently three people living in Mantel’s haunted house.
City Councilman Clemento Mantel, his two children.
The paranormal incident started half a month ago. During this period, two servants, a chef, a gardener who came to work regularly, and his wife, Mrs. Mantel, had already One after another died.
Death is miserable.
Now.
The one who suffered the most from Evil Spirit's intrusion was Clemento's ten-year-old son, showing a state of unconsciousness, slow body decay, and reading some weird verses.
The two interns just walked to the door of the bedroom.
The strong pungent stench pushed them out of the door roughly.
"God..."
Vera frowned, went into the bedroom to deal with the contamination of the boy's soul room, and ordered the two to go to another place in the murder house Take a look and try to find some useful clues.
Maybe it is the evil thing entrenched here, and the arrival of demon-hunter is not welcome.
Perhaps it is the cruel reality of demon-hunter. There is no sympathy or pity for the naive.
In the tenth minute they stepped into Mantel’s haunted house.
The baby face who entered the basement alone to investigate, suddenly let out a scream like a pig.
At the same time, there was a huge roar of machinery.
"Philip! Damn..."
Waiting for another intern, Robbie, rushed all the way to the basement, waiting for him, only a corpse stuffed into the washing machine , Twisted into twists, like rotten meat mixed in the same beach and clothes.
The blood of the big beach, splashing on the ceiling, is sticky, like raindrops.
Suddenly.
The wooden door behind Robbie suddenly closed.
The lights in the basement kept flickering, making electrical noises.
The cold wind, like a pair of damp and frozen hands, gently brushed the back of his neck.
Afterwards.
It quietly sounded like an evil laugh from the far side.
This moment.
The maddening adrenaline urged his breathing to speed up frantically, and the heavy cold sweat oozing out of his forehead and back intensively.
Vaguely.
A woman wearing a Chinese dress with her hair covering her face disappeared in a flash in the aftermath of his vision.
This time.
Robbie, who kept telling himself that he was calm, couldn’t hold it anymore. Like all the frightened people, he turned and hammered the wooden door of the basement frantically, yelled in hysterical panic, "Help--! Let me out!
Wei..."
The name has not been shouted out yet.
The invisible huge force arbitrarily grabbed his clothes and dragged them back.
At the same time, the dark and evil laughter of Evil Spirit lingers.
Just when the scared intern thought he was dead.
The door of the basement was suddenly kicked open violently!