"Woo~~Woo~~"

Just like film and television works, police cars are always late, and three dead bodies are still dead corpses that are so miserable, even in the United States, where serious crimes are frequent, it is considered a serious crime.

The police crime scene investigation experts have not yet arrived, and the intelligence officers of those departments have surrounded them like sharks that have seen blood, after all, this must be only five blocks away from the "place of the incident", and it is very easy for people to link the two crimes together, if this idea is just a conjecture before coming to the scene of the crime, then after seeing the scene of the crime, it becomes a certainty!

Because these corpses have obvious big cat bite teeth marks on their necks, and there are claw marks on their bodies that are up to an inch deep, it is easy to judge the height of the murderer from the blood stains thrown on the wall, and the criminal is definitely a strong man two meters tall.

Big cat's tooth marks, claw marks, height from two meters away, and three dead bodies all point to one point: the criminal is the orc they are looking for.

The only thing that is puzzling is why there are so many scattered bullet shells on the ground, you must know that the impression left by the orcs on them is very strong, for individual soldiers is basically incomprehensible, and the heavily armed soldiers are still helpless to the orcs, not to mention more than a dozen thugs with civilian pistols, judging from the scene~ This orc seems to have been injured, which is obviously a bit unreasonable!?

It seems that all the answers will have to wait / until the orc is found to be solved!

It was a busy night, with police cars, helicopters, and agents from various departments all pouring out, but the orc was not found.

night

It was as black as thick ink that could not be dissolved, the cold wind outside the window, the snowflakes were rolling, and the police car speeding past the road illuminated a window on the side of the street, and then drove quickly into the night in the distance. The flash of light turned into darkness again, and through the dim streetlight, a huge figure curled on the floor in pain, his curly hair of broken gold, and his muscles protruding from the ground like old roots, and squirming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Roar~~~~"

It was a low, low-pitched roar, and if it weren't for the towel he had in his mouth, it would have alarmed the neighbors.

The pain swept through the body like a tidal wave, and every muscle groaned in pain like a tsunami. They were all struggling, and they all began to cramp and tremble helplessly, every pore seemed to be pierced into a steel needle, and they were stabbing inward, this feeling of Ling Chi with ten thousand blades made him bite his lip in an instant, and blood was dripping down.

"He" fell to the ground, resisting the inhuman pain with all his might, and the torment of the sea of fire made every second pass unusually slow. Sharp claws sink deep into the floor, pulling out strips of wood that roll upside down in loops like shavings.

Sweat streamed down his face, and another police car drove by, a flash of light shining on the large Arabic numeral "1" on the back of his neck and a lion's face.

Lionman!

But not the Rhine of the other world. Although they are both lionmen, there is a difference between the two worlds, and the difference in size alone is as much as doubled, not to mention the others. There is simply no comparison.

The pain continued to torment him, and as his muscles wriggled, the pain came over as if it were endless. I don't know if it was pain or something else, but his eyes turned as red as blood, full of evil aura, and I don't know how long it took for him to collapse and lie on his back on the floor.

If it weren't for the still-heaving chest, it would have looked almost like a dead man.

It was a long time before he got up from the ground, and staggered to the faucet, where he was drinking a cow to the pipe, and after a long time he stood up tiredly, and then held on to the cupboard and walked all the way to the couch, where there was an old-fashioned telephone.

After some hesitation, he finally dialed the familiar phone number.

After a few busy tones, a dazed voice came from the other side of the phone: "I'm Tracy, but who are you, if you don't give me a proper reason, I will definitely let you eat and walk around!" ”

“………………”

"Fako, speak!"

“………………”

"You perverted ......" said this, the woman who called herself Tracy seemed to want to hang up the phone, and then at that moment, as if she suddenly remembered something, she grabbed the phone violently, and asked into the microphone in a trembling voice, "Is Bill you?" Oh ~ God, it must be you, where are you, dear, I'm worried about you, whatever you have, please let me share it with you. ”

"Speak, Bill, I beg you to say a word in God's face!"

In Tracey's almost pleading words, a deep voice finally came from the other end of the phone, "............ My dear, it's me, you listen to me~ I want you to sell all the house and car in the shortest possible time, and then take our little Stacy to live at your aunt's house, did you hear what I said? ”

"I heard, I heard, but how does your voice sound a little different from before, what happened?"

"I don't have time to explain to you, then you will naturally know my intentions, hurry up, or it will be too late!"

"Baby, let me see you, please, let me see you one last time!"

“………… Honk! Honk! Honk! ”

There was no seeing her lover before parting, only the busy tone echoing on the phone, and although she didn't know why, Tracey knew that her husband would never come back, which was purely intuitive.

Tracey and Bill are a very ordinary newlywed couple, but three months ago, Bill disappeared on the way home from work, so far no one alive, no body dead, she was about to give up, but God played a joke with her, Bill reappeared, although in an unbelievable way, but at least it proved that he was still alive.

Now that she is alive, Tracey has to find out!

Even though all the clues were now just a phone number, ~ it was enough, she had used various methods to find Bill for the past three months, and following the phone number was one of the methods she had considered, and soon, Tracey dialed a high-level phone number, and then got an address a minute later.

807 Vale Street, that's her original home! (To be continued......)

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