Chris parked his car on the side of the street, and through the window, he could see the low two-story building where the grocery store was located across the street.

"Claire, stay in the car." Chris turned his head sideways and said, "I can go alone, you haven't had a day off." ”

"It's okay, I'm still holding up." Claire said nonchalantly.

"No, you stay in the car." Chris shook his head, "I said, I can handle this alone. ”

Claire raised an eyebrow, she looked at Chris, hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, you can handle it." ”

Chris looked at Joanna, who was sitting in the back row, she looked tired, and Ota who was sitting next to her looked tired and resting with her eyes closed.

Chris stepped out of the car, and the cold and humid air made him shudder. It was almost early in the morning, when people were sleeping heaviestly, and there was no one on the streets, and there was an eerie silence in the faint night fog. Feeling a little uneasy, Chris hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a box from under his seat and handed it to Claire.

"Just in case." Chris said briefly, then closed the door.

"What's that?" Joanna asked, noticing that Claire's expression was a little complicated.

Claire didn't reply, she opened the box, which contained a Beretta pistol and two full magazines.

Like most of the small shops in town, the grocery store owner's home is upstairs from his shop. Chris stood in front of the grocery store and dialed the phone directly in the grocery store, and Chris could hear the phone ringing from the other side, which sounded clear in the quiet of the night.

"Hey—hello." A man's muttering voice came from the phone, and Chris could tell it was the grocery store owner's voice.

"I'm a police officer, and there was just a homicide." Chris said, "We need your cooperation now, and now I'm downstairs from your house." ”

"Homicide!" The man panicked and said, "It's none of my business, Mr. Policeman, I don't ...... anything"

"Alright, now please go downstairs and open the door." Chris rudely interrupted him, and he said in a threatening tone, "It's the middle of the night, we don't want to disturb the residents of the neighborhood, otherwise we will force our way in." ”

"Okay, okay......" said the grocery store owner nervously. The phone hung up, and Chris heard hurried footsteps. The small window on the door opened, and the grocery store owner looked nervously out.

Chris took out his police ID card and showed him a flashlight, "There was a murder just now, I have something to ask you, please cooperate with the investigation." ”

The door opened, and the grocery store owner was wearing a striped pajamas, which made him look even thinner. Then the dim light in the room made the man even more nervous as he recognized Chris.

"Hey, I don't want to get in trouble." The grocery store owner said, "If you were asking about the girl, and I said it, I wouldn't know anything." ”

"Somebody's dead, it's a boy." Chris closed the door, looked at him and said coldly, "I'm not trying to scare you, but that guy died a terrible death, and the murderer pulled out his heart." “

The grocery store owner's face turned pale and he looked at Chris in horror, "I...... I don't know anything. ”

"You're lying." Chris stared at him, "You were basking in the sun outside the door during the day, and you saw the murderer who took Shirley. ”

The grocery store owner was stunned for a moment, avoiding Chris's gaze, and retreated, leaning weakly against the counter.

"Listen, the one who died is one of the people who hurt Shirley." Chris muttered, "I need to hurt Shirley's people, or more people will die." ”

The grocery store owner hesitated, apparently he was worried about something, and after a long time, he muttered, "I don't want to get in trouble, I don't know more than you, I mean ......"

"Hell." Chris said angrily, grabbing the man's collar and pulling a gun out of his arms and putting it on his head, "Tell me everything you know, or I'll break your head." ”

I said...... I said......" said the grocery store owner in horror, his head was held to the cold muzzle of a gun, and he didn't have the courage to test Chris's patience. "I ...... I saw two men take the girl yesterday......" he hesitated, "I know one of them...... It's Bill, he is, he's Sheriff Swan's nephew. ”

Chris couldn't help but feel a wave of anger as he let go of the grocery store owner, and now it was clear that the son of a bitch sheriff was shielding his nephew, the murderer who brutally hurt Shirley. Chris has an urge to find Swan and his bastard nephew right now and shoot them in the head.

"Smack, smack!" The sound of gunshots came from outside the house without warning, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground, and Chris was startled, and he immediately rushed out the door. The car that had been parked across the street was parked diagonally in the middle of the street, and at that moment, he vaguely saw something fly past the roof of the car across the street and disappear into the night.

Chris glanced around warily, then ran over, the door opened, and Claire jumped out of the car. Claire held a gun in her hand and nervously watched the darkness beneath her.

"What happened?" Chris asked, "You fired the gun?" ”

Claire nodded, glanced at Joanna and Otta, who were still in shock, and said sternly, "Something just attacked our car." ”

"What is it?" Chris asked.

"I don't see it, it could be an eagle or something." Claire said uncertainly, gesturing to the car, "See for yourself." ”

Chris poked his head into the car, and was surprised to find that the roof had been torn through several slender openings, and there were two bullet holes next to it, and the dim moonlight shone into the car.

"We were sitting in the car, and then the thing's claws suddenly scratched through the roof, and then," Joanna paused, "it seemed to want to grab the car and fly away." ”

"It can't be." "The roof can't hold the weight of the whole car. ”

"But it did." Claire looked at Chris, "I shot the guy as soon as the car got off the ground, it let go of the car and threw us on the ground, thankfully not very high. ”

Chris let out a long sigh with a frown, and he looked back in the direction of the grocery store, where the timid boss had already closed the door tightly. Chris turned his head, "I know who hurt Shirley." ”

Claire and Joanna both looked at Chris, who hesitated, "The grocery store owner said that two people were seen snatching Shirley away yesterday, one of them is now lying in the morgue, and the other is the nephew of the Chief Swan. ”

None of them spoke, and Chris looked at the silent Joanna, who seemed calm, but Chris could sense her deep anger and hatred.

"Joanna." Chris put his arm around her shoulder, "I know it's contradictory, we all hate those bastards, but we have to stop Shirley from killing them, we have to save Shirley." ”

Joanna raised her head and looked at Chris with burning eyes, Chris felt a little heartache for no reason, he looked into Joanna's eyes, "We will rescue Shirley, and after this, those bastards will also be punished as they deserve." ”

"We're going to make it." Claire said, "We're going to put an end to this." ”

Joanna looked at Claire and then at Chris, nodding slightly.

Knowing the killer's relationship with Swan, Chris decides to go to the police station to have a showdown with Swan, and he must convince Swann to find Swann before "Shirley" kills Swan's nephew. Chris called the police station, but it was clear that Swann had spoken hello to the cops, and the police officer on the line just gave Chris a perfunctory word and hung up the phone, and Chris couldn't do anything about it.

"What are we going to do if we run into 'Shirley'?" Chris asked as he drove, thinking of the strange power he had encountered before, Chris was at a loss, "Otta, do you have any solutions?" ”

"Demons can see into our inner weaknesses and confuse our minds," Otta said, "and there's only one thing we can do – don't get lost in the **." ”

To be honest, Ota was talking almost nonsense, which even the psychic himself knew, and several of them did not speak. Chris parked the car in front of the police station, got out of the car and walked straight into the police station, saw Chris, the police at the door seemed to want to stop him, but Chris ignored it, and quickly broke into Swan's office, coincidentally, Swan was sitting behind his desk, and a police officer was talking to him. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Chris come in, and then let the cop out.

"What do you want to say?" Si Wanse said inwardly.

Chris stared at him coldly, "I know that one of the people who hurt Shirley is your nephew. ”

Siwan shuddered, with a panicked expression on his face, "You, what are you talking nonsense." ”

"Young Tm pretend to be confused with me!" Chris said angrily, "You knew about it from the beginning, you obstructed the investigation, and you threatened the grocery store owner to keep him from testifying, until a man died, and you're still trying to cover it up, and I think you know, that bastard who just died and your nephew mutilated that girl." ”

Swann froze, then he slumped in his chair and looked at Chris in horror.

"Honestly, I can't wait to kill that bastard nephew of yours myself." Chris narrowed his eyes and said in a threatening tone, "But, I have to keep him alive, sue me, where is he?" ”

The sheriff sat in his chair and didn't speak, he hesitated, his ugly fat face crumbling tightly, and after a long moment he muttered, "Well, that kid is in my house now." ”

"You left him there alone?" Chris asked.

"I've already sent someone." The sheriff said, "Two police officers with guns. ”

"We've got to take him to the police." Chris shook his head, "Whatever killed that unlucky man, if he goes to find your nephew, the two cops won't be able to stop him." ”

Swann narrowed his eyes at Chris, thinking about his words. Chris sneered, "Maybe you can bet on whether your bastard nephew will die even worse." ”

"Okay, I'll ask them to bring Bill here." The sheriff compromised, he picked up the phone and dialed the number, but no one answered for a long time.

Chris frowned, "What's wrong?" ”

"No one answered." Swann muttered uneasily and called the officer he had sent, but no one answered. The sheriff looked uneasy, and he dialed the phone again, but all he could hear was a monotonous beep.

"I'm afraid something happened?" He said to Chris, his voice filled with horror and panic.

"We'll get over there now." Chris said decisively, "Call your guys, right away." ”

Claire and the three of them sat on a bench in the corridor outside the office, all three of them were exhausted, Joanna and Otta leaned back in their chairs tiredly, and saw Chris and the police chief hurrying out, Claire stood up and asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

"The police sent to find the second murderer can't be contacted, I'll go over now." Chris said, thinking for a moment, "You guys stay here." ”

Claire and Joanna didn't refute, they knew what Chris meant, since the police on that side were no longer in contact, it was likely that 'Shirley' was over there, and Chris was worried that they would be in danger if they went together.

Swann called two more cops, plus Chris, and the four of them drove to Swan's house in two police cars. On the way, Swan tried to contact the police officers who had been sent to his home on the car radio, but there was still no response.

Swan's house was close to the edge of the town, there weren't many people nearby, it was already early in the morning, and under the dark blue sky, the neighborhood was silent and eerie with morning mist. As the car drove to the courtyard of Swan's house, Chris saw a police car parked on the side of the street, which was supposed to be the car of the two police officers who had lost contact.

"There was no one in the car." Chris whispered, the headlights shining into the cab of the opposite police car, which was empty.

Swann parked his car at the gate of the yard, and Chris pulled out his gun and walked vigilantly towards the yard, followed by Forty Thousand and two policemen. The courtyard was quiet, the footsteps of several people could be heard clearly, and the cold and humid air was filled with unsettling oppression.

The lights in Swan's house were dark, and from the courtyard door to the house was a tiled passageway, flanked by lawns, and near the courtyard wall, there were low bushes and a few trees that were not too low, and Chris's eyes swept over the shadows, and to his surprise, he found that there seemed to be a man lying in the bushes.

"There's a situation in the bushes." Chris whispered, and then slowly walked over with his gun in hand, Swan and the two cops looked at each other, pulled out their guns as well, and followed Chris.

The closer he got to the thing, the more clearly Chris could catch the blood in the air, and Chris turned on the tactical hanging light, and a man in a police uniform lay motionless in the pale light.

"Oh, my God." A policeman whispered, his voice trembling violently.

The man was dead, without the slightest doubt, for his shoulders were empty, his head and most of his neck were gone, revealing pink muscles and white soft tissue, and there was a large patch of blood on the ground, caused by the blood spurting from the carotid artery - it looked as if the hapless fellow had had had his head ripped off alive by something.

Swan frowned and flipped open the breast pocket of the man's police uniform and pulled out his police ID card from inside, "This guy is Billy, poor guy." He looked around, "Gust came with him, where's that guy." ”

"They should have walkie-talkies on them." Chris said, gesturing to the hand stand on the corpse's shoulder, "Use this to contact them, and if they're nearby, we can hear it." ”

One of the policemen who came with him nodded, and shouted in the channel with his hand, and to their surprise, they heard the sound of a call coming from the direction of the tree next to them.

A few people followed the sound and walked over, and the tree was planted next to the house, and its branches and leaves formed a dark shadow under the dark blue sky. Walking under the tree, the policeman spoke over the walkie-talkie again, and this time they heard it clearly, and the voice was coming from overhead.

"Tick" A policeman felt something drip on his shoulder, he was stunned for a moment, raised his head, but could not see what was in the shadow of the canopy, "tick", something dripped on his face, cold and sticky, with an undisturbing fishy smell.

The policeman pulled out his flashlight and shone it upwards with some unease.

"Ahh With a frightened scream, the policeman collapsed to the ground.

Chris quickly turned around and raised his gun on alert, "What did you find?" Chris asked.

"In ...... ...... on it Hell......" the policeman said incoherently, even his voice distorted with fear.

Chris walked over and slowly raised his gun, and in the light of the tactical hanging lamp - a man hung upside down on a branch not far from the ground, his pale and distorted face full of pain and horror, and above his head, in several holes that pierced the skull, blood mixed with the brain, slowly falling drop by drop......