Li is known as the art capital of the world in Europe, and his painting art is known as that of Vienna, and Western painters gather here to absorb and exchange painting techniques of various genres. Everywhere in the streets of Paris, you can meet down-and-out painters who want to become famous overnight, and they hang their paintings on the side of the road for people to see and buy, hoping that one day someone will be able to appreciate them and become one of those famous painters, and Treville is one of these down-and-out painters.

Dreyville came from a humble fishing village in Mel-les-Bains, and his painting teacher was a church friar in the town. Originally, according to normal circumstances, he might be able to replace his father's position as an adult and become a small town patrolman, but he has been praised since he was a child, but he is full of confidence in his painting skills, thinking that he can also become a world-famous painter. So, he didn't listen to the advice and came to Paris without hesitation, looking for an opportunity to become famous. However, the reality shattered his confidence, and he was now gathered here with thousands of painters who were not weaker than him, and he could not stand out from the crowd at all. Eventually, he put down his paintbrush and became an ordinary patrolman on the streets of Paris with the help of his father's friend, which is ironic, as if he thought he had circled the world, but in the end he was always standing still.

Being a patrol officer in Paris is very different from being a patrol officer in Mel-les-Bains, and the most direct manifestation is power. In the small town of Mer-les-Bains, the patrol can be said to be highly respected, with almost the same rights as the town councillor, but in Paris, the patrol is a personal errand and is often looked down upon. The average night patrol cop was even worse, often encountering thugs who claimed to be liberal revolutionaries, and in just one year in his first year in office, Dreyville had been attacked seven times, almost half of the time in his hospital bed. However, he is also somewhat grateful to the thugs, and it is because of those thugs that he has repeatedly admitted to the hospital that he can meet the beautiful nurse Miss Emily and experience love for the first time.

Today it was Dreyville's turn to patrol at night, and he changed into a police uniform early, pinned his baton to his waist, and hung an iron whistle on his chest, ready to use at any time. After sorting out the equipment, he took out a beautiful red box from the desk drawer, opened it and looked at the diamond ring inside, then carefully received it in his pocket, patted it lightly, and then walked out of the room with confidence. He had already made up his mind to propose to Emily after tonight, so as not to cause any accidents, especially since he had been seeing the German doctor pestering Emily lately, and he was a little uneasy.

While Paris feels like a bloom during the day, Paris at night is very different, with dark alleys, dim lights, and unknown pedestrians equating danger with Paris at night. Dreyville is much smarter than he was a year ago, and when he patrols the streets, he only walks on the streets that are illuminated, and as for the streets and alleys, he will never approach them unless he has to, especially in these tense days.

There were a lot of strange things happening at night near Paris, first there were strange things like someone being sucked dry of blood and dying, and then someone used human blood and some dry bones to place more than a dozen magic arrays around the city at night. In recent days, some people have even claimed to have seen people flying in the sky and fighting, and some have even said that they have seen such ridiculous things as angels and demons. These events have been classified as political incidents, and it is believed that someone wanted to overthrow the existing French regime and deliberately create terror, which caused panic among the citizens of Paris. As a result of the pressure from above, the police chief also ordered a thorough investigation of these matters, asking the various patrol officers to carefully look for any suspicious person.

For these strange things, the front-line patrol officers of Dreville have a completely different view from the above, they think that these things must be related to some unknown forces, so they are very careful in doing things, and they don't take the above case-solving orders seriously at all.

The area that Dreville will be inspecting today is the streets around Bishop Vyshinsky's Square, a suburb on the edge of Paris, inhabited mostly by foreigners, most of whom are artists, who also lived here a few years ago.

There were three other police officers patrolling the streets with him today, and they had agreed in advance to gather in the square and then act together, although this would take a lot of time and be inefficient, but it was much safer than one person.

Since the square was far away from the residence, Dreyville walked quickly, and finally dared to come to the square at the appointed time. But when he arrived at the square, it was empty, and his colleagues did not seem to have arrived, but as far as he knew, two of his colleagues lived nearby and could not have been late. This strange situation made him feel puzzled for a while, and he couldn't help frowning, and at the same time, his alertness, which had been nurtured by his father since childhood, also spasmed, and drove his body to make anti-counterfeiting actions, pulled out his baton, put the police whistle in his mouth, and looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise behind a messy pile of wooden boxes at the edge of the square, as if some wild beast was chewing on its food, which sounded particularly oothy in the silence of the night.

"Who's in the back, come out at once!" Dreiver clenched his baton in his hand. Be courageous. Shouting loudly in the direction of the wooden box. At the same time, the whistle was blown. I want to call a nearby colleague or citizen.

As Dreyville's shouts fell. The strange noise behind the wooden box immediately stopped. Then a large black shadow sprang out from behind the chest. Leap several feet high. Finally landed on the square.

"Ahh Immediately there was a scream of horror. The body becomes very soft. Collapsed on the ground. Amazed. My mind went blank. I don't know what to do.

I saw that standing in front of him was a big dog of more than two meters. The muscles of the big dog's skin cracked like rocks. From the fissures emanated a dim glow like lava. Puffs of black ground mist erupted from the cracks. Wrap around it. In addition, the dog had three ugly and large heads. Blood-colored eyes the size of a fist. And each head has a human head in its mouth. These heads belonged to the three of Dreyville's colleagues. At the same time as this Cerberus appeared. On the roof of the ground around the square. Four or five earth demons with horns on their heads and a pair of bat wings behind them also fell. As if watching a play, he looked at Dreyville, who had completely lost his resistance.

Then. A demon suddenly said sternly, "Cerberus, stop playing, we still have business to do!"

Cerberus roared disapprovingly at the demon. Swallow the head in your mouth. Then he bit down towards Dreville. Just as Dreville looked desperately at the three bloody dog's mouths biting down on the ground. Suddenly, a strange-sounding shout came from the east side of the square. Then I saw a light hit Cerberus Earth. Knocked it out. It slammed into an abandoned wooden house next to the square.