"Is it really an evil ritual?" Hans, who had been listless, came to his senses, his eyes shining, "Levi, can you track down the murderer?"

"Let's go back to the scene of the first crime. Levi was very calm and smiled.

"Back to room 403?" Hans was stunned, "for what?"

Inside the room, there were still shocking pieces of blood splatters, all over the walls, and even on the ceiling.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Levi paced slowly, calmly avoiding every bloodstain on the ground, "There is too much blood here, and some ...... Sedulous. For example, with Woolf's strength, a single punch can knock Werner to the ground, how can it leave so many blood stains on the ceiling? Could it be that Woolf is holding the opponent's body with one hand and punching continuously with the other?

When the obese police officer heard this, he also fell into thought.

"And the bigger flaw is in the dragging of corpses. Levi smiled at the corner of his lips.

"Dragging the corpse?" said the fat officer, frowning and puzzled, "What I just demonstrated, is there anything wrong?"

"No problem, but there is something unreasonable. Levi pointed to the suitcase in the corner, "This box has a large volume, and it is more than enough to fit Werner, why don't the murderers use it? If you use the box, it will definitely leave far fewer marks, and it will not attract you so quickly." ”

"This is not unreasonable...... "Hans also made his own judgment, arguing, "I know that the followers of the Old Gods are often confused and act on instinct. ”

Indeed, this is also possible. Levi nodded, his tone changing suddenly, "But even if his mind is confused, Woolf will never drag Werner's body backwards like Officer Tom did." ”

"Why?" Not only was the fat officer dazed, but Hans also frowned.

"The reason is simple," Levi's mouth rose, "Woolf is a stout man, and Werner is small, and Woolf can easily drag the body back to the room with only one hand and pull one of his feet, without having to go backwards with any trouble." In terms of the way it is carried, it is more like a thin person carrying a strong man who is heavier than himself. ”

"Those footprints are ......" The fat officer seemed thoughtful, pointing out his doubts.

"It's hard to wear small shoes with big feet, but it's easy to wear big shoes with small feet. Levi was not in a hurry, and he was kind and seductive.

"So, we got it the other way around, and it was Werner who killed Woolf?" Hans understood, but he was not interested in reasoning, and asked again, "Levi, can you track down Werner?"

"No, not need. Levi shrugged, his expression calm.

"Don't you need it?" Hans was stunned again, his expression puzzled.

"Dear Werner, it's time for you to show up after listening for so long, right?" Levi snapped his head up, staring at the ceiling with burning eyes, and said in a teasing tone.

What answered him was deathly and absolutely silent.

"Think I'm cheating on you?" Levi spread out his right palm, and there was magic power looping between his fingers, "Come out now, you can still maintain some dignity...... By the time my fireball technique is complete, it won't be pretty. ”

The fat officer and Hans looked at each other: what is this kid talking to himself? Could it be that, like Caesar's famous saying, "another madman"?

Rumble!

A muffled sound exploded above everyone's heads, and several square boards were lifted from the lattice ceiling, falling with lime powder, dust, and a rich rancid smell, splashing countless smoke and dust that filled the room.

The three of them immediately retreated, and Hans drew the slashing greatsword from his back and slammed it straight in front of him like a shield.

On the ceiling, in the dark hole that was revealed by the square board falling down, a pair of blood-colored eyes were glowing, looking at the three of them condescendingly.

"I was originally going to let you go, after all, killing the people of the demon hunting team is probably going to cause a lot of trouble...... It's a pity that you're so uninteresting. I'm reminded of Caesar's famous quote, "Werner's voice is as sharp as a fingernail scraping across a blackboard," you are killing yourselves!"

"Senior, are you here to go to the countryside to eradicate illiteracy? There are too many famous sayings left behind, right......?" Li Wei heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he secretly complained, "Don't you plan to give latecomers a chance to perform?"

"It's really here!" the fat officer asked, surprised, his eyes wide, and admiration, "Levi, how did you judge it?"

"The two features of the pendulum attic, the wailing of the spirits and the race of rats. Levi pointed to the ceiling, "First, the wailing sound that rings in the attic every three days, and second, the rats that are on the ceiling every day......

Strange, why am I crying?

Levi took a deep breath and gathered his emotions and said, "The strange thing is that there is no sound on the ceiling of this room. ”

Speaking of this, he shrugged: "As for the fireball technique, it was to bluff him, I don't understand. ”

"You're amazing, a natural detective!" the fat officer gave another thumbs up, this time convinced.

Nonsense, I'm someone who's watched more than 700 episodes of Conan......

Levi's face was modest, and he was inevitably a little proud in his heart.

Overhead, Werner climbed nimbly, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a spider, his head spinning a hundred and eighty degrees, his neck twisted like a twist, and his face staring at the crowd with an evil face.

Not only his neck, but also the joints of his whole body were bent abnormally, and every finger was twisted and deformed, like a clumsy marionette, and his movements were messy and weird, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

Levi looked up and muttered in a low voice, "Strange Species?"

"If I'm not mistaken, he received the evil gift of the sins of ambush,—— 'freed'. Hans took a deep breath, adjusted the state of every muscle and bone, and said with an awe-inspiring expression, "Leave it to me here, and you will retreat immediately." ”

The disciples of the old gods are different from ordinary powerhouses, they do not use magic or fighting spirit, but are directly endowed with abilities. Therefore, the fighting style of the disciples of the old gods is also similar to the bloodline spells of the Warcraft, which is more strange and unpredictable.

Hans was ready to fight.

"My skin is black iron;

My blood is molten iron;

My flesh is fine iron;

My bones are cold iron;

My will is indestructible, a steel barrier. ”

Hans thought silently in his heart, his muscles tightened, and his skin changed color, gradually becoming dark and dull, like high-quality steel, exuding a deep luster called "hard".

The mage's pact is to know the world, and the warrior's pact is self-knowledge.

And Hans's heart contract is - "iron".

When he raised his head, his emotions were as cold as iron, and the slashing giant sword stood up in front of him, exuding a strange luster like rust under the black fighting aura.

Hans suddenly smiled, and he saw a hint of fear in the other man's face.

Soon, his smile hesitated: Werner's gaze was not on him, and his fear was not on his own.

"This is ......" Hans lowered his head, and he noticed that his shadow was growing wildly, like an inflated balloon, inflating layer by layer.

And he soon realized that this was not his own shadow, but another shadow covering his figure!

......

The fat officer stepped back all the way, and he took out his baton, but it was more of a deterrent, and naturally it was impossible to have any offensive power.

He slammed into a wall of flesh, but it felt rather strange, like a more bloated piece of fat, full of fat, much fatter than he was.

The fat officer looked back, and suddenly shivered, his body and consciousness were wooden, and the corners of his forehead were sweating, and he was almost unable to move!

On the wall, a fat giant monster has its right arm across its chest, its left arm erected and its right arm pressed against it, and its upper body rotates back and forth, doing a strange set of stretching exercises. The monster was one-eyed, black-skinned, fat, and huge, and its head almost touched the ceiling.

That's right, an ogre!

"Hiss-" The fat police officer staggered, his mouth made a snake-like inhalation sound, and his fat body trembled under the agitation of his heart.

The ogre tore open the already tattered clothes with one hand, and said in a low voice: "This dress was damaged in the line of duty, can it be reimbursed......"

His voice was strange and unfamiliar, but with a teasing tone and a word that betrayed poverty, the two of them immediately understood his identity.

"Levi?" the fat officer said tentatively.

The ogre nodded.

Hans's eyes widened, and his steel-hardened heart twitched.

"Incarnation, incarnation ogre?" he said in disbelief as he breathed hard, "You've just started school, you're supposed to be just an apprentice, how could you learn such a terrible spell?"

"I didn't learn it, I created it myself, and it was called 'Evil Thought Cage'. Levi shook his head from side to side, his neck bone clicking, "I just created it not long ago, and I just took this disciple to practice my hands......"

"Self-created?" Hans's expression stiffened, his skin already iron-colored, and now more like a humanoid sculpture.

Hans knew no magic and knew nothing about spells, but as a witcher, he knew all sorts of anomalies.

He couldn't tell the lineage of the ogre that Levi had incarnated, but he could tell that it was much larger than a normal ogre. And for creatures like ogres, size means strength, and it also differentiates the level of blood. What's more, on the belly of the fierce ogre, in addition to the bloated and fat meat, there are also undulating demon patterns, which are clearly blood totems!

"In terms of comprehensive combat power, this kid should be stronger than me. Hans weighed in his heart, and couldn't help but be a little frustrated, "It's all new to the school, and I'm not even as good as a mage?"

He thought of something, and asked half-remindedly: "Levi, do you know combat skills? The ogre is humanoid, but the joints, muscles, and even internal organs are very different from humans, and ordinary combat skills cannot be directly transplanted to the ogre's body.

"Don't worry, I don't know any combat skills...... Levi shook his head with a joke in his brown one-eyed eyes, and suddenly grinned, "However, I have seen the Avengers." ”

"Avengers?" Hans wondered, confused.

Levi jumped high.

The ogre's huge, fat blue-black body was in the air, his face was almost attached to Werner, and he tilted his head slightly, revealing a spring breeze to the other party, worthy of the standard "eight-tooth smile" of toothpaste advertising.

Of course, when an ogre unfolds such a bright smile and shows its yellow fangs, what the other party feels is not cordial, but piercing cold.

Levi stretched out his right arm, his fat and thick palm already gripping Werner's calf.