"What do you see?"

Catherine turned, her face full of confusion and unease: "It's hard to describe," she replied a little dazedly, "I think...... What went wrong? I do not know...... How to say it. ”

"Just tell the truth." A reckless creature said this, tilting his head contemptuously, and at the same time, with a hand between his legs, scratching viciously, it was clear that he was not prepared to hide his rudeness and distrust—especially to the woman in front of him.

Since the end of last year, some outlandish statements against Catherine have been circulating within the agency, faster and more uncontrollable than the fires of the African savannah in September — no, maybe not just gossip, because most of them are true and true — Catherine did have an older sister who worked for the FBI, and her sister did participate in the hunt for the "ghoul" - it is incredible that this stupid woman ended up being the "prey" of the "prey" God's briefs, which are also true; To make matters worse, they also made a little mongrel, and Catherine's eyes lit up when she saw this little mongrel, and she loved him as if she had bred Sasha herself. Hopkins - So don't wonder others wonder if she's in love with that bloodthirsty maniac like her sister,—— Jack is dead, Bud is dead...... More people died, Anthony. Hopkins remained at ease and did whatever she wanted—some accused the upper echelons of the establishment of being too lenient towards the suspect-burdened Catherine, and they wanted to use Catherine's powers, but they couldn't make her feel better, for example: it was better to strip her naked, put a mark on her buttocks, and put on a barbed collar with a chain attached to it, and the end of the chain was driven into a stone manger, where she could eat, sleep, and defecate.

She had to do what she had to do anyway - as if they were sure that this pretty girl wouldn't come up with any tricks, Abel thought, those guys were as stupid as the goss-mongers, and every member of the agency should be deeply aware of the importance of intelligence, and Catherine didn't even need to lie, she just skimmed over some details lightly and "unintentionally...... After all, no one knows what she has read from the evidence and the witnesses (dead or alive), maybe just a cigarette butt, a gesture, a subtle look can determine the life or death of a member or the success or failure of an entire mission - if she did, would the agency punish her? Chances are, her bank account will be frozen, she will be suspended, put under house arrest, severely reprimanded, cut diet...... But that's the end of it.

It's the first time that a special and valuable ability like Catherine has appeared, and it's hard to say whether there will be one in the future, and even if there is, Catherine's preciousness won't drop too much - unless people with similar abilities will bubble up like mushrooms after rain - it will be the end of the world. Able was taken aback by his own imagination. But the agency wouldn't do anything for Catherine, in fact, she wasn't likable, especially to the upper echelons, for whom this withdrawn, taciturn little girl was too naïve, self-willed, self-righteous, too good at asserting herself, she wasn't an obedient dog, or a weapon to hold in the palm of your hand.

"Say," said the head gently, as she threw a butter-filled toffee into her mouth, the rich fragrance suddenly wafted away, and Bonnie, who was sitting on the hospital bed, couldn't help but sniffle, she hadn't touched any physical water or food for seven hours, she told the nurse that she was hungry, but the latter just hung a bottle of glucose for her: "Say," the head chewed on the candy: "Whatever it is, we need it." "Damn the traffic jam, they waited on the highway for three hours! What a hell of a thing, if two years ago he had the right to call the helicopter of the agency "Tower of Babel" whenever and wherever he wants, and now he needs to apply, wait for the application to be approved, and then he can take the application to move the helicopter - God forbid, if no one is in line with him!

And all thanks to Anthony. Hopkins!

Catherine was silent for a moment, her eyes widened and she looked a little uneasy: "I saw them. ”

She saw Anthony. Hopkins & Sasha. Hopkins, but it's a pity, except for Sasha. Outside of Hopkins's upbringing, the information she received was of little value—Hopkins and Hopkins stood on the sun-drenched lawn of the mansion, smiling, standing together as if facing a camera lens, waving their right hands distinctively, moving only their wrists, and not moving their elbows—and beyond that, there was nothing, no traces of recourse, no words and actions that left a slight impression, and Bonnie's brain was cleaned of things about Hopkins. There was nothing left, only for her—Catherine was sure that it was a photograph of the event that had been left for her.

She was terrified, her tone was weak, and she wondered if she would be able to convince her companions, whether they would suspect her of deliberately concealing Hopkins' crimes and whereabouts.

"I said it wouldn't work." Officer Sam said that he was a quick-eyed man in the prime of life, tall, with a big belly, and lips like two small red sausages: "We know who showed up there - Anthony. Hopkins, with that hapless kid, we want to know a little bit more, why, when, where, and where did he go? He spread his hands: "You can't, do you, I didn't say it, guys, maybe you really have two hits, I've heard that a colleague of mine once worked with you on a case, and he said that you were all superhumans, some could breathe fire, some could go to heaven, and a few could catch the most vicious fugitives with your nose and tongue alone—and the higher authorities wanted me to cooperate with you, so I brought you," he said, looking disappointed; "It's clear that you've got a half-baked psychic medium to joke with me, my dear. Okay," he waved his hand, "whatever the game, we're done here, and now it's our job, a normal, question-and-answer question......"

"Let me try again!" Catherine clenched her fists, her lips trembling.

"Nope." The officer retorted angrily: "She is the only living person in the whole scene, and you know, the memory of the witnesses, the clearest and clearest memory, may only last for 24 hours, and it is easy to be misled by the subsequent misinformation, we have wasted the most critical opportunity and time, I think it is enough, now, please get out." ”

"No ......"

“…… You'll have to cooperate with us......"

"I have cooperated, gentlemen and ladies, please. Go out. Go. ”

"Damn ......"

"Wait a minute," a faint voice snapped into it, and the eyes turned to the other end of the room, and Bonnie sat up, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, "what the hell is going on?" What is it called - only one living person? ”

The officer let out a breath of chagrin through his nose.

***

The bunny girls returned to the mansion in the second half of the night, about a quarter past four in the morning, and they first found Bonnie lying unconscious on the landing of the stairs, and then Lilith Smer, while Gucci Hefner was curled up on the stairs, and it is worth mentioning that the police went through a lot of twists and turns in identifying Lilith Smer and Gucci Hefner, and the two unfortunate victims had changed so much - they had spent their lives in a hurry in just a few hours, and the medical examiner had examined their bodies, It can be determined that the cause of their death was organ failure due to aging – because Monica. Gucci also suffers from a rare form of "Progeria," and the police have suspected that the terrible timing may not have been man-made, even though the staircase landing is littered with unexplained bullets and cartridge casings.

Something has been hit by them. But the police couldn't find anything like that.

Perhaps the only other things that made this terrible accident seem unusual were the corpses scattered in the courtyard of the mansion, two men, one female, the male was the outer guard, the female was the bunny cover girl of the month, and the cute and coquettish little Betty, and their causes of death were quite the same - deadly electricity passed through their bodies, and the bodies of two of the men were almost completely blackened, their uniforms were gone, their muscles were dry, and their brains were evaporated; Betty was lucky, she died very quickly and crisply, with only two tiny red spots remaining on her smooth and flawless skin, and she looked like she was asleep, lying on her back on the grass with her eyes looking at the sky.

"She had sex/sex with people before she died." "On more than one occasion, she was very badly injured, it was a pretty rough guy, she was probably coerced," the medical examiner said. ”

"Ghouls have changed their tastes?" Officer Sam flipped through the information in his hand: "He had never forced a woman until the end of the century, and certainly not a man, he feasted on their bodies, liver, pancreas, or tenderloin, but not sex, and some experts considered him an ascetic with a spiritual purity...... I mean, before he was arrested by you, did he show any interest in that? ”

Catherine moved her lips, and Abel, who was standing beside her, immediately grabbed her arm.

The leader gave them a seemingly casual look, "We'll have to communicate with each other, officer," he peeled back the candy wrapper, "Let's meet Bonnie, we'll give you the information." ”

Officer Sam shrugged, "Rest well. ”

He staggered out of the temporary foothold of the members of the institution.

"Anthony. Hopkins wouldn't do that. Catherine said, almost impatient.

"I'm glad you know him so well." The head calmly and intently bit off the gummies: "Ahh......h Tell Officer Sam, who looked at us in every way that we didn't like it, that it wasn't Anthony who killed the two guards and raped and killed the little. Hopkins, but the members of the institution, the ...... among us One? ”

(To be continued)

Sorry, this chapter belongs to the transition transition, and I was not very satisfied with writing it several times in a row, so it was empty for so many days.