At the eastern end of the border between the south and north of Barton City, wolves slapped the rocks on the shore in the night, and yellow and white warning lines stretched out from the rocks to form a circle. Stuck between two rocks is the blue and white patrol car.
It looked like it was abandoned. The front of the car fit into the reef, and the front hood was bent and raised, which was obviously the result of the impact. The blood stain extending from the car door pointed south, but it did not extend long before it was washed away by the wolf that bumped behind the rock.
The combination of information from Crowley and the police revealed that Chapman drove here directly after leaving the Southeast District. Four people surrounded the patrol car, checking the surroundings.
"Did you find anything?" James looked at the three aliens. He and Coulson had checked them many times. It was not the murderer's team who discovered the patrol car. After a preliminary investigation, the blood stains on the driver's seat, steering wheel, and surrounding areas led the police who discovered the car to the conclusion that the driver was seriously injured and on the verge of death. So the case was handed over to him and Coulson, who wanted to investigate it in a low-key manner.
Now that James knew about the Shadow People's involvement, he hoped the three aliens would see something he knew.
"This Wander is unexpectedly weak." The humid air gave the blood stains on the car and the rocks a melting moist feeling, which was tempting to the vampire. Zach held his bottle, "He seems to be unable to fully control his body."
James frowned, the tire tracks were uneven, which was a sign that the car lost control before hitting the rocks. However, they concluded that this was the result of the driver being too weak. Now from what Zach said, it seemed like two souls were fighting for control of the body, causing the chaos.
"What's the problem with this?" James thought of something bad. "Do you think Chapman is dead?"
"I didn't say that." Zach walked around the truck, his nose twitching slightly. The humid environment was not suitable for scent identification. The vampire shook his head, "I'm just curious about Wander's reason for not wanting to return to Crowley."
Grande's and James' motives are slightly different. One wants to find Wander, and the other wants to find Chapman. This is a small difference between aliens and humans, please understand.
James twitched his lips. He looked at Benjamin and Matthew and saw that Matthew would only follow Benjamin with a fearful expression. He sighed in his heart and asked Benjamin, "Did you find anything?"
Benjamin didn't answer and looked at his wolf pup.
Matthew's face turned pale. This guy who had no driving talent at all showed real fear at the scene of the car accident, "I. Uh, I didn't find anything. Just the smell of the sea."
Benjamin shook his head, a little disappointed, "It's very faint, but you can still tell, which way it went."
James looked in the direction Benjamin pointed, which was the residential area he and Coulson had visited. He frowned. Without saying anything else, he followed Grande's brother in that direction.
There are no lights. There are only stars and crescent moon in the night sky. This is a very dark community. The night wind and the sound of waves came from the end of the main street, and firelight shone through the unfinished houses. Approaching the 'indoor' with only half of the ceiling, damp wood was burning in the iron barrel in the middle, and the crackling flame illuminated the homeless people surrounding it. They are using this to dispel the humidity at the seaside.
The chattering voices became quieter as the four people approached. Numb and dirty faces looked at them. As they approached, they gradually backed away, as if they didn't want to talk to these strangers.
"No need." James watched the vampire walk towards a group of homeless people. He knew what the vampire was going to do. "I asked Coulson and they didn't know anything."
Zach glanced at James, tilted his head, and the red color in his pupils that was covered by the firelight temporarily faded. It must be that James overestimates the sense of smell of aliens. He probably thinks that there is no need to involve these already very miserable people.
But Zach and Benjamin both discovered that the smell was very vague due to the humidity of the environment. After entering the community, the smell had been mixed with the terrible environment, making it difficult to trace. They need supporting information. But Zach's pride would never allow him to say this explicitly, hey.
Zach thought for a while, patted James on the shoulder, and looked at him seriously, "Either my charming eyes or Alpha's skin, which one do you choose? James."
Zach knew that Grande directly used the Charming Eye to cover up Susan's memory, which made James feel uncomfortable. Zach was reminding the young detective that this was how aliens did things. James and Coulson have already tried human methods, but to no avail. Now it's Grande's turn, and James has no qualifications to intervene.
James frowned and stared into Zach's eyes. He understood the meaning, twitched the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked out of the unfinished house. In the dark street, James looked around irritably with a gloomy face.
A moment later, a vampire's voice came from behind James, with the same false smile and inducement as usual, "It's really comfortable here, how about we join you. We can talk about interesting things nearby. Things, for example, you know there is a police car in the north..."
James knew Zach was being loud on purpose to be heard. This is the thrill of being naked. James clicked his tongue and hurried away from here. He didn't want to hear the vampire's thoughts of infiltrating innocent people's minds and stealing other people's memories. Of course, he didn't want to see Benjamin running around half-wolf and half-human in the streets, so he chose as Zach asked. That doesn't mean he likes his choice.
James was walking aimlessly on the dilapidated streets, and the summer sea breeze was very sticky. This is not a fair description, but just to reflect James' mood. He tugged at his collar irritably, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable dampness.
Dim yellow light shone from the complete house. As James walked on the street, he began to recall the contents of the conversation with the owner of the house during the afternoon and visit. He needed to let his mind be occupied.
Coincidentally, both Grande and his and Coulson's visit followed the direction guided by the blood stains left on the side of the patrol car, so the path James took now coincided with the visit in the afternoon.
James followed his footsteps and swept across the houses, recalling the content of this poor conversation in his mind. Then James realized he was missing something.
He frowned, stopped, looked back at the streets separated by dusk and darkness, and recalled.
Oh yes, 'The Devil'.
The guy who was described as a devil by a certain woman had his home right behind James. It was just because there was no light that James accidentally missed it.
The gaps in his memories were filled in. James curled his lips, recalled the guy who was missing half of his front teeth, turned around and was about to move on.
A devil who talks to the dead? James frowned, put down the foot he was about to lift, turned around again, and looked at the house without lights.
It's around eight o'clock now, and along the way, there are dim lights shining through the occupied houses, which means that the nightlife of the residents here is not rich. James looked ahead, making a rough visual inspection, and the visits in his mind corresponded to the houses in front of him one by one. He soon realized one thing, the only thing without lights was the house inhabited by the devil.
The hesitation only lasted a moment. Zach's face that made people unable to face it calmly was immediately driven out of James' mind.
James walked toward the dark house. But he wasn't that fearless yet. He put his hand on his holster, and his heart twitched when he was about to touch the dagger. Crowley once commented on the uselessness of his dagger.
James gave up using the dagger impatiently, took out the gun, confirmed that all the silver bullets inside were the silver bullets presented by Anthony, and held it tightly. He quickly walked around the front porch, carefully pressed against the side wall, and slowly moved forward, standing next to the window eaves that should be the bedroom.
James lowered his body and moved forward slowly. The window eaves in his sight gradually lowered, and James successfully saw the window.
Under the night, only the faint moonlight shone on the not-so-clean windows, and the two dots behind the glass blinked.
James' eyes slowly opened wide. Two points disappeared.
James retreated quickly, and just as he raised the arm holding the gun, the window in front of him was banged! 'Push away! A soft sound came from inside the bridge of James' nose, and the severe pain made James almost let go of his hand!
Unfortunately, the detective still couldn't raise his gun. With eyes blurred by tears, a pale body rushed out of the window and crashed into him!
Losing his balance, James fell directly backward. The weight of a person was completely attached to James's upper body. The hands holding the gun were stuck by the opponent and could not be lifted. Things in James' field of vision turned around rapidly. He just felt his back hit the bottom, and his vision was quickly filled with Chapman's pale and bruised face!
Bang!
James' brain was shaking for a while, and before he could feel anything, his vision completely went dark.
"What did you do!" Walter lay in front of the window, staring at Wander who was still sitting on James, and lowered his voice.
"He found me!" Wander looked aggrieved.
Immediately, Wander's body trembled, "Ah..." The tone changed, and Wander's face quickly turned fierce, this is Chapman!
"You! You..." Chapman stared at James beneath him. He seemed to be too angry to speak!
Then, he stopped wasting his precious opportunity to finally gain control and ran!
"Hell!" Walter cursed in a low voice and jumped out of the window. He just chased a few steps, stomped back fiercely, and carried James with difficulty. When he was wondering how to deal with the detective, Chap... No, Wander is back.
His whole body was trembling, and the gauze on his body was slowly turning red, "I, I want, I can't hold it down, he, he's gone."
Walter clicked his tongue irritably, "Take this guy with you!" (...)