Boom!
The black police car, spraying tail flames, was parked at the Sheriff's Department in Kimbert City.
"I must be crazy!"
As trainee inspector Vivian got out of the car, her long legs immediately attracted a lot of attention.
She seemed unaware of this, and was even a little dazed: "A kid came over to me and told me that there were ghouls. I actually believed it a little bit... although he was not too young, only four or five years younger than me. , she looks pretty cute... Wait a minute, what am I thinking about? The case! The case!"
A murder case occurred within the jurisdiction, and it was natural to investigate it as soon as possible. After today's visit, Vivian found to her dismay that she seemed to have found nothing.
"Vivian, come to the office immediately, the victim's information has been further updated!"
However, after returning to the headquarters, there was good news.
"Really? Did you find anything?"
Vivian immediately became energetic, as if she saw the dawn of removing the word "trainee".
"Capon Ansnino, 37 years old, is an international fugitive. He once committed crimes of robbery and murder in the city of Domingo in Holy Heber. He also arrested and assaulted the police... and was responsible for at least seven lives!"
The bald, oily boss Blake handed over a document. The first page was a realistic sketch, which was exactly the same as the victim.
"You absconded to our city and only changed your last name. How bold! You probably thought that after crossing the border, the intensity of the arrests would be reduced, right?"
Vivian made a comment and looked at the evaluation of the information: "The target has strong hand-to-hand combat ability and extremely cruel methods. The bounty is 50 gold punks! This is wrong! It's very wrong!"
"Yes, it is impossible for such a murderer to be killed by a few stray dogs, even tigers and cheetahs..."
Blake lit a cigar.
"Inspector Blake! And trainee Inspector Vivian, the Chief Superintendent would like to ask you to come over!"
Just then, a police officer timidly knocked on the door with a message.
Half an hour later, a roar came from the office of the General Secretary:
"Why? This is the case I am following and there has been significant progress. Why do you want to give it to a gangster from the federation? Is it just because they are branded as the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"
"I'm sorry, but I want to remind you that you are all in black uniforms like us..." A man wearing sunglasses and a black uniform said expressionlessly: "The reason why our investigation bureau took over this matter is It’s because you don’t have the ability to solve it…”
"That's right, Inspector Black. After I found out that there might be dangerous creatures in Kimbert City, I started an investigation and found many strange disappearances. The subjects were singles and homeless people. Their death would hardly cause anything. The number of people you pay attention to... is quite amazing!"
The director-general said in a calm voice: "In view of the files brought by the investigation office, similar cases have occurred in other areas, so I decided to merge the cases for investigation!"
"Actually... I still have something to ask you!"
Ryan, the second-level investigator from the Investigation Division, smiled: "I wonder if you can second this beautiful lady to me. I just hope to have an assistant who is familiar with Jinbot City..."
…
Fire!
As far as the eye can see, there are dazzling fires.
A group of people surged forward, holding torches and wearing tall pointed hats, covering their faces.
Dense forest, running around, like wild beasts and hunters.
"Live! You must live!"
The last thing that caught my gaze was the pair of gentle and beautiful eyes, and the unyielding back.
"ah!!!"
Nietzsche screamed, woke up, and wiped the cold sweat from his face.
Since that day, he has become an orphan, and his parents have told him that when he reaches adulthood, his sin mark will be completely activated, attracting waves of cultists.
They will use all unbelievable methods to torture him, make him wail in pain, and finally sacrifice his flesh and blood soul to an unknown demon.
This is the price and interest paid by his ancestors who defected as sacrifices!
The ancestors even speculated that the original ceremony was to deliberately allow his ancestor to escape, so as to offer his blood descendants as sacrifices.
"Little devil, what is the ghost's name?"
The cold wind howled, and a fierce and dissatisfied voice came from the darkness nearby.
As a wandering orphan, Nietzsche naturally did not receive any good care. Even if he went to work illegally, he would be severely squeezed. In order to make a living, he could do anything.
At this time, I lived under a bridge, wrapped in old newspapers and waste paper shells.
The people around were almost all homeless people who had suffered the same fate. Some were bankrupt, some were disabled, or were seriously ill. It was not surprising to find a corpse every morning.
And there was no warmth at all between them.
Nietzsche reached out and grabbed a black iron dagger.
Because of the nightmare, he slept very lightly, which had the advantage of preventing him from being plotted in his sleep.
"Ghoul... Miss Vivian, and the mysterious shop owner... "
He took a deep breath and thought about what he encountered.
Yesterday, in order to visit Vincent's exhibition and buy the spiritual water in the shop, he had already spent the last copper in his pocket, and even made him hungry.
And today's results are even more frustrating.
Even though she already knew some shocking information, the trainee inspector didn't trust him at all.
"No... No, my focus seems to be wrong. The mysterious shop owner, Mr. Andy, is more worthy of investigation..."
The reason why we pay attention to these is to obtain extraordinary power.
There is no doubt that it is much safer to start with the shopkeeper than the ghoul.
"It's a pity... I don't have money... money? Wait, there is another person... the young man who spent a gold punk to buy a big blood-red book!"
Nietzsche slapped himself on the head.
He found that he always forgot something easily in that small shop.
Especially when talking to the shop owner, I seemed to be influenced by the other person unconsciously and ignore something.
"What a terrible man. I really don't want to deal with him if possible... But that young man, if he is found, will he share the mysterious book with me?"
Nietzsche seriously considered this possibility.
rustle!
rustle!
He didn't know how much time had passed before an unusual sound suddenly reached his ears.
"What...are there around?"
He suddenly became alert and tightened his grip on the dagger.
In an instant, the breathing around him became much heavier, and it was obvious that he was not the only one who found him.
"Is it that rumor? There is an attack specifically targeting homeless people?"
Thinking of this, Nietzsche became more alert.
Wanderers also have their own circle. Recently, some news has spread that many strong wanderers have disappeared in Jinbot City.
Affected by this news, this small campsite also became turbulent.
Although these homeless people have nothing, when they are truly cornered, they will exude terrifying madness.
"With so many people on their guard, the murderer shouldn't dare..."
While Nietzsche was thinking, he suddenly seemed to hear a thin chanting in his ears.
The other party's accent was very strange, with a hissing noise:
"May you be bitten by black snakes, may you be stung by wasps, flesh and blood puppets, obey me, I am the king of voodoo!!! Hiss..."
Hiss! !
rustle!
Various noises came and went, and soon there was the sound of people falling to the ground.
Someone screamed in panic and lit oil lamps and newspapers.
Suddenly, in the light of the fire, Nietzsche seemed to see winding black snakes and wasps the size of fists in the air.
Snapped!
A stinging pain came from his ankle, and a numb feeling suddenly spread throughout his body.
Nietzsche's hand went numb, the dagger fell to the ground, and he fell down.
"Woooo..."
It was as if there was a numb ball stuffed in his mouth, his tongue became enlarged, and he couldn't say anything, he could only make a low whine.
Then, he saw in horror that all the black snakes on the ground slowly turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.
"This is extraordinary power!"
After having this realization, Nietzsche looked around and finally saw a figure approaching slowly. It was Simon who he had seen in the shop today!
"Just a spell of weakness and paralysis can overthrow a homeless camp... Voodoo rituals are really powerful..."
Simon walked over, his face full of excitement: "It's true that I sold everything I could sell and borrowed a loan shark, but it's nothing. With this power, I am the city of Jinbert." The Emperor of Darkness!"
He kicked over an obviously terminally ill guy and came to a homeless man with sound limbs: "Yes, become part of my power!"
Of course, Simon would not attack a homeless camp for no reason. The reason why he did this was to create "returning corpses".
According to the contents of the Voodoo ritual, his magic power at this time was too low and he could only cast some small spells that were effective for ordinary people.
Once you encounter the ghoul you met that day, it will still be very dangerous.
But the returning corpse is different! They are infinitely powerful, tireless, insensitive to pain, and have amazing fighting power. They are the best guards of Voodoo wizards.
The main material needed to make a soul-returning corpse is a strong living person!
It requires the caster to use some medicines and spells to imprison the living person's mind, leaving only the vital body, and then refine it through secret methods to make this body stronger and more powerful.
Sometimes, Voodoo wizards will refine their enemies who have offended them into such "living dead", causing them to suffer pain forever.
The most important thing is that these soul-returning corpses are still living creatures in essence! There have even been instances of people being rescued.