"Bill, I don't really understand, is there a problem with describing the pattern of corpse pieces as octopus, wizard sacrifice rituals don't have to use living people and then ......"

The volume gradually decreased, and Shawey saw the ridicule in Bill's eyes and began to doubt his guess.

"Hehe, sheriff, you don't know anything about the real act of sacrifice. ”

"If just arranging corpses in figures that are incomprehensible to others can be called sacrifices, then all murderers with twisted minds are sorcerers. ”

“？”

"To put it simply, the killer violated the most crucial part of the sacrifice, it wasted blood and hearts, and it was just performance art. ”

Returning the photo to Sha Wei, while Bill quickly removed one and hid it in his sleeve, Sha Wei fell into deep thought again, not seeing the slightest movement.

"You mean the killer is just an ordinary person, and he did it to make others mistakenly believe that this murder is related to a mysterious sacrifice?"

"Then why did he do this, Mrs. Cottonon has a private enmity with him?"

"The victim is Mrs. Cotton, I don't know why the murderer did this, after all, I'm not a sheriff, and I'm not a detective......"

Bang bang bang!

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the private room, and when Sha Wei opened the door, it was the assistant police officer who appeared outside the private room with an excited face.

"Sheriff Shawey, good news, great news!"

"We found a cult believer in a basement, and we also found a black book dedicated to blood sacrifices in the mezzanine of his bookshelf, and there is a picture in it for you to see!"

As he spoke, the assistant cop pulled out a picture from his arms, and Bill sat next to them, but he could guess what was on the picture.

"Sorry Bill, I'm going to go first, we've found the most critical evidence, thank you for your treat today, I'll contact you next time!"

Xavier and the cops hurried away, leaving Bill to enjoy the food that hadn't been done yet.

"Hehe, I wish you didn't catch the wrong person this time. ”

"Ah, after dinner, I should also move my muscles and go home early to get a good night's sleep. ”

Picking up chopsticks, this unique cutlery is something that Bill has been learning to use smoothly in this restaurant for a long time, and as he eats slowly, he suddenly speaks to the air.

"Bill, don't you tell the sheriff that he's caught the wrong person, that stupid cop doesn't know how to handle cases at all, he's just a self-righteous bastard who relies on his family. ”

"What does it have to do with him catching the wrong person, don't be mistaken, I saw him because he wanted to repay the favor of the new editor, and asking him for help was just to let him pay the interest that caused me trouble before. ”

"So are you going to hand over the photos to the new editor, the sheriff specifically told you not to divulge the information about the case. ”

“...... As long as the new editors can survive this crisis, I don't mind spreading panic in society, and only once, I will help the new editors. ”

"Hahaha, Bill, you guy just cares too much about human feelings, and you always have trouble when you remember everything clearly, didn't I tell you, tear all the shackles of bondage, and you can only get real freedom!"

"Shut up, be quiet while eating, you boring guy, it's not your turn to tell me what I'm going to do. ”

Bill was still enjoying the meal, but two voices with nuanced differences were asking and answering in the private room, and the voice asking questions was a little green and a little arrogant.

The voice answering the question is deeper and smoother.

Graciously wiping the corners of his mouth with his handkerchief, Bill finally left the Oriental restaurant, his goal had always been very clear, to get his head from a man who lived on the top floor of an old-fashioned apartment building on Rue Fournier.

"Hehe, but after chatting with Shawei, there is still a reward, at least you now know where to look for sheep. ”

"Hmph, it's good if you're happy. ”

......

The dark night soon hung over Brittus, and even though summer had crept in, the terrifying wind still blew through the sea, carrying a chilling chill.

The sultry moon loomed under a few wisps of gray smoke, and a few car horns were occasionally heard on the road, and police dogs and horses' hooves hurried away.

On the street, where pedestrians were becoming scarce, Bill quickened his pace, he was obviously walking in a walking posture, but his speed seemed to be a 100-meter sprint, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed an unmanned intersection.

He quickly arrives at his destination, and although the target is hiding under layers of protection, as long as there are gaps in the doors and windows, Bill can control the shadow to easily penetrate it.

The shadow eyeball first confirms that there is only the target person in the room, and a clear picture reaches the brain, and Bill leans against the dark shadow of the tree and smiles.

The shadows beneath his feet quickly deformed and elongated in the shadows of the trees, creeping through the cracks in the window into the closed room, where no light was on, and the man was sitting at the wooden table writing something, relying only on the dim moonlight.

The nibs of the pen collided on the wooden table, making a rhythmic and powerful click, but the man jerked back because he felt a hint of foreboding.

"Who!"

“...... Anyone?"

The man squinted into the shadows behind him, but he didn't notice anything unusual, his gaze drifted from side to side, and he turned back to write.

The empty room had only a bed and a wooden table, and the glass windows did not blow in the wind, making a slight tremor.

Cluck-cluck......

Cluck-cluck......

The speed of writing is getting slower and slower, the man's heart is beating faster, and he always feels that there are a pair of eyes behind him silently monitoring him, his expression is unconsciously tense and tangled, and his eyes sneak a glance from the bottom to the back.

“......”

"Whew-"

After several rounds of confirmation, he finally took a deep breath and left the wooden table to look out the window.

Outside the window, only the dim gas street lamps were still on, the moonlight was faint and faint, and there was not even a crow in the sky.

"Sure enough, I'm too nervous, alas, after all, I can ...... tomorrow"

"Alas......"

The man muttered to himself, and behind him, a dark shadow that did not belong to any of the furniture in the room gradually appeared on the wooden floor, and the shadow group twisted and stretched, and soon became a figure taller than the man's shadow!

The shadow cracked open its eyes and mouth, and its teeth and claws fluttered, giggling on the ground, but it didn't make a sound......

The man once again felt danger coming, quickly turned to look at the ground, and instantly grabbed a black metal knife out of thin air and stabbed it into the solid wood floor with slight dust!

The shadow on the ground was faster and more ruthless than him, and the pitch-black shadow blade quickly slashed across the neck of the man's figure, and the man's eyes widened to see his shadow split in two, and he suddenly realized something!

And when he understood, his head and body split in two like shadows, spurting foul blood.

Everything happened quietly in the silent black shadows, Shadow Bill swung his neck to withdraw the pitch-black dagger, and the shadow in his right hand suddenly lifted off the ground and became a solid, opening the lock of the window that had closed from the inside.