The way up the mountain is difficult, muddy and slippery, and you can fall if you are not careful.

Kerry clutched his almost flashed waist, and in front of him walked Alice and Elise.

Neither of them paid attention to the other, but they walked faster and faster, until they were walking in front, and Kerry was running hard to catch up with them.

Women's struggles always come inexplicably, and the experience of previous lives tells me not to intervene easily.

So he chose to eat melons and watch the play.

After crossing a dirt road, the trio finally arrived at the place where the officers had pitched their tents.

The bloody scene deprived the officers of their basic combat effectiveness, and at this moment the two of them were quietly sipping coffee in a tent trying to cure their fears.

Kerry didn't bother them, and took Alice and the two dressed in these tents.

Explain your identity to the police officer on duty, and the other party will let him go.

Head in the direction of the cave.

"Hmm." Elise on the right has a strange expression, and then covers her mouth as if she is holding back something.

"What's wrong?" Kerry put his hand on Elise's shoulder, looking at the uncomfortable woman and worried about her state.

"It's fine." Elise's face turned pale, and she clenched her fists and walked forward firmly.

Alice, who was on the side, looked at Elise's back and seemed to be thinking about something, then turned around and grabbed Kerry's ear so that Kerry could hear her voice: "Werewolves have ten times the sense of smell of our bloodline. ”

Kerry suddenly realized, and at the same time, a trace of shame arose in his heart.

He patronized the investigation but forgot Elise's identity.

For werewolves. Just eating the smell of ordinary chili peppers can make them cry, not to mention such a strong corrosive smell, it definitely doesn't smell good.

"Elise."

Kerry removed the mask from his head and handed it to Elise.

"No, I don't." Elise shook her head.

"Don't be tough." Kerry knows that a woman's mouth is a deceitful ghost.

Immediately decided, she put a gas mask on Elise.

Although it cannot completely isolate odors, it can effectively resist most odors.

For someone with a terrible sense of smell like Elise, the effect is significant.

The originally pale little face regained a bit of blood.

Looking at the scene in front of her, which could be called a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Elise fell silent.

"Any clues?" Kerry walked into Elise.

"Yes." Elise looked ugly and looked like she had encountered a nasty fruit.

"See what I see." The woman reached out and pressed her hand on Kerry's shoulder.

The picture in front of me is like an old antenna TV, bursting with clouds of snowflakes.

The original darkness of the night became black and white.

Kerry was surprised to find wisps of red blood floating above the corpse in the cave, drifting into the distance.

"This is the blood, and the murderer left with those blood-colored breaths?" Kerry was a little surprised, he thought that the werewolves were just stronger, but he didn't expect them to be magical?

Elise saw Kerry's confusion and explained, "It's not magic, it's just an ability for werewolves to share blood. ”

"Well, so werewolves look as good as you?" Kerry blinked.

"I'm still here." Alice, who was not far away, looked at the two of them with resentment, and Kerry was like a wild cat who didn't like to stay at home.

At the slightest chance, he would sneak out in search of those high-end fish.

Although it's a headache, but who calls themselves in love with this guy.

With this thought, Alice resisted her disgust and walked between the two, glancing at the broken corpse in the cave and quickly moving away.

Even if the Bloodclan sees too much of this bloody scene, they will have nightmares.

"Take advantage of the fact that the murderer did not run far, find clues and set off as soon as possible." Alice gently wrapped her arms around Kerry's shoulders, as if to assert her sovereignty.

Elise didn't bother to pay attention to Alice's childish behavior, she shook her head with a solemn face: "No, the murderer didn't run away, but stayed in Fox Town. ”

"Are you sure?" Alice raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

"Hmph, we werewolves are professional in breath tracking, so naturally there will be no mistakes." Elise gave Alice a mocking look as if she were looking at a clown.

"Don't make any noise, so many people are dead and still in the mood to quarrel?" Kerry's face was cold, his eyes swept over the two women, and they all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at Kerry.

"Elise, drive, let's go find the murderer." Kerry led the two down the hill, started the police car, turned off the siren and drove in the direction of the town.

Because of the murder, the tourists on the mountain were also asked to leave.

Despite his heartache, the old mayor decided to evacuate the travelers for safety, and declared the town temporarily closed for the hunting season.

At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder why his town always had all kinds of perverted homicides.

If you let this happen in your own town. The old mayor felt that he would have to step down without even waiting for the town's tax statistics.

Police cars drive down the streets.

By the light of the road, you can barely see the general condition of the road.

I have to say that Elise, who is an FBI, is very good at driving. Even on narrow streets, police cars can be driven smoothly.

"It's sparsely populated." Kerry looked out the window at the darkened houses.

Although he is not a good person, he still can't help but feel lost when he sees such a scene.

People are such hypocritical creatures, who feel guilty and regret after obviously doing something wrong.

Hypocritical and cowardly.

Glancing at the time.

It's 10 p.m. and most of the family is going about their time for recreational activities.

As for the houses that are forever in darkness.

Needless to say, you can guess what happened.

"We're here." Elise interrupted Kerry's thoughts.

"Be quiet, werewolves have a very keen sense of hearing."

The three of them carefully pulled the car door.

Kerry and Elise looked at each other and drew their pistols from their waists.

Maybe people are like this, knowing that some things don't work for certain things, but even if it's psychological comfort, they will hold it firmly in their hands.

For example, if the other party is really a werewolf, then the pistol will be useless.

The werewolf's powerful recovery ability and extreme speed and strength alone can tear Kerry apart.

But subconsciously, Kerry and Elise chose to carry it with them.

It's a small villa, fenced off by an iron fence, perhaps at night, and it looks like a Boston manor.

Elise tilted her head slightly, then shook her head: "I didn't hear anything." ”

"Go in and have a look." Kerry's right hand glowed with a faint golden light, an ability that belonged to Baker, using the angelic energy in his body to build something similar to a small searchlight, and throwing it out as a flash if necessary.