"He, he ......"

The voice got stuck in the young officer's throat, like a hard stuff, and it wasn't until Bundy's eyes swept that the young officer spat out heavily.

"He's dead."

Suddenly, Jason saw Bundy clenching his fists.

"Where?"

Bundy asked in a stiff voice.

"Cross Square!"

The young officer replied.

Without saying anything more, Bundy walked straight outside, Jason briskly following.

Anxious, Bundy didn't choose to walk, and the sheriff took Jason directly into the carriage.

The young constable was in charge of driving.

With the sound of the whip, the carriage rushed straight down Kensing's Street.

Kensing's Street, Lorde's once, and still is the most prosperous street, was able to pass two carriages side by side, and now all the vehicles avoided the carriage with the badge on it.

At a lightning speed, the carriage drove through the streets of dense shops to the center of Kensing's Street: Cross Square.

Unlike the streets, which are full of traditional or new shops, the Cross Square is wide enough, and the most striking thing is the 20-meter-high bell tower.

At this moment, whether it is gentlemen in black tuxedos and silk top hats of the same color, ladies with lace cuffs, or ordinary long-sleeved and cloth skirts, their eyes are full of horror in their eyes.

An incomplete corpse hung there.

The head is inserted at the top, and the limbs are interspersed with the pillars below.

Jason jumped out of the carriage and saw the body at a glance.

"Follow me!"

As he spoke, Bundy rushed to the bell tower, followed by Jason.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

The police officers who were blocking the crowd saluted Bundy and made way for Bundy and Jason to open a path to the inside of the clock tower.

The door to the bell tower has been opened.

The door lock hangs on the iron fence door without any signs of damage.

The floor is messy, with building materials and tools such as masonry and stone stacked haphazardly.

"In order to modernize the city of Lorde, the mayor is going to install clocks for this century-old bell tower: on the premise of retaining the 'clock', it is sealed on all sides and equipped with hour, minute and second hands."

"According to the schedule, it will be completed by the end of the month."

"However, this time, it seems that it will have to be postponed."

Bundy saw Jason, who was staring at the building materials, and immediately explained.

Jason nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and continued his upward journey after Bundy.

The staircase is wooden and very old, and there is a creaking and creaking sound when you step on it.

This made Jason more and more careful.

He didn't want to put his foot in the air.

After three turns, Jason came to the top of the bell tower.

Here you can see the whole city of Lord, full of hot construction sites and busy people, a thriving picture, if there are no arms, legs and feet stuck in the pillars, it is even better.

The arms, legs and feet were pierced by iron hammers and pierced into two of the four pillars of the bell tower, and the head was simply inserted into the lightning rod on the roof, and the hollow eyes looked at the sky in the way that it rushed down from the top of the head.

There is no doubt that the unfortunate man's Celestial Spirit Cover was pierced.

It is worth noting that the arms, legs and feet are the opposite as the head rushes down.

To put it simply, the left arm and leg are placed on the right, and the right one is placed on the left post.

Jason, who had climbed with a rope ladder and checked on the condition, returned to the bell tower again.

"Did you find anything?"

Bundy asked immediately.

Facing the expectant gaze of the sheriff, Jason thought for a moment and said, "We should have been deceived last night, what it wanted to do was this, the little monster I shot was just to attract our attention, and at the same time...... And to test me. ”

Jason paused.

"Who else knows the news of my coming here but you?"

He asked.

"Are you suspicious of my men?"

"Impossible!"

"They are all loyal and reliable people."

Bundy was stunned for a moment, and then immediately retorted.

Jason had the same reservations about such a rebuttal as he did about the sheriff in front of him.

A year in the city that never sleeps had taught him not to trust strangers.

Ignoring the sheriff, Jason continued to ask.

"Did the people here find anything?"

Since this place is being renovated, it is natural that people will be left behind.

Even if it's night, there should be a night watchman left.

"Finch?"

Bundy shouted.

Immediately, the young police officer who had informed them and drove for them ran over.

The young officer, dressed in a police uniform, stood up straight, saluted Bundy, and then nodded to Jason.

The other party's eyebrows are heavy, his eyes are bright, his relatively immature face has a seriousness similar to Bundy's, and even his walking and standing posture is somewhat similar to Bundy's.

Imitation?

Jason guessed.

There is no doubt that this is a young man who idolizes Bondi.

"Did the people here see anything?"

Bundy asked dryly.

"Nope!"

"Yesterday's night watchman was drunk."

"In fact, if it weren't for the fact that someone outside the bell tower noticed the anomaly after dawn, he would still be drunk."

Finch replied.

Whew, whew.

Such an answer made the sheriff's breath shorten, his face flushed, his fists clenched, but after a few moments, the other party stood there like a deflated ball.

Clearly, the sheriff understood that it would be extremely unwise to lash out at an alcoholic.

"Let the painter come, and you will help document everything here."

Bundy said to the young man.

"Yes, sir."

The young man saluted again.

Bundy nodded and walked down.

There were more and more people gathered under the bell tower, and he needed to intervene to solve it, and the reporter who heard the news needed him to be able to deal with it, and he didn't want his young people to make any unnecessary mistakes because of impulse.

Jason didn't go along this time.

He's not good at dealing with those.

"Your Excellency Jason."

The young man suddenly spoke up.

"Huh?"

Jason looked at the other man.

"We all know the news of your arrival - because, the matter of the punk and them, everyone has been in a panic for the past few days, and the chief wants us to be at ease."

"But please don't mistake the chairman."

"He's a good guy who deserves the most respect."

The young man emphasized.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded in understanding, but that didn't make Jason let his guard down, and he stared at the young man for a full three seconds, before speaking again after the other person felt uneasy.

"Do you know who was the first to show panic?"

"Or ......"

"Who was the first person to say these things?"

Jason let his voice be low, and the way he spoke was more word by word.

Undoubtedly, this way of questioning is full of oppression.

The young man, who was already a little uneasy, immediately became nervous.

"Yes...... Joever! ”

"That's right, it's Joff!"

"When the second case happened, he said in the cafeteria, 'Where can it be done by people, it must be those legendary monsters'!"

The young man thought for a moment and said affirmatively.

Jofer was the third police officer to be killed, the one with only one head left.

Jason made a note of the name again.

Then, he went on to ask:

"What do you think of 'those legendary monsters'?"

"As you described, it's only in legends and stories."

"If you don't see it with your own eyes...... I don't believe anything like this at all. ”

The young man smiled wryly.

Sure enough, all this time, these existences were not known to ordinary people, but they were not a secret to some people!

Jason was sure of that.

Otherwise, the sheriff wouldn't have asked his 'night watchman' for help.

The existence of the 'Night Watchman' proves that the world in front of us is divided into 'surface' and 'inside'.

table, as it is known.

As for the inside?

Is that......

Bang!

A gunshot interrupted Jason's thoughts.

Gunfire came from under the bell tower.

Jason immediately poked his head out and saw the sheriff lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by chaos, all avoiding a figure with a gun, making the other party extremely conspicuous.

Jason pulled out his gun.

But before he could aim and shoot, a slippery and greasy 'rope' was put around his neck and suddenly tightened.