That middle-aged police officer from last night? He's coming for me?

Venasson's face was a little unnatural, and he subconsciously wanted to leave quickly, because whether he was here or on Earth, he was instinctively afraid of the police profession.

"Hello Mr. van der Rohe, my name is Joseph Paxton, and it's a pleasure to see you again." Joseph took off his hat and saluted, his voice still unhurried, and a gentle voice came from his throat.

"Hello, Officer Paxton, I'm still in a hurry, so I'll take my leave!"

Venason quickly raised his left foot, just took a step forward, his expression suddenly dazed, he felt as if his soul was being targeted by something, and instantly the entire back stood up in a dense cold sweat.

What's going on, why do you have this feeling of palpitations?

Oops, the thighs don't need strength, they can't lift up, it's so heavy.

Seeing that his left foot, which was quickly raised, and slowly fell down, Venason's eyes suddenly shrank, and he turned his head stiffly, at this time Joseph Paxton did nothing, just clubbed his cane with both hands, and looked at him with a gentle smile.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong? Joseph Paxton asked with a warm face.

"I, I don't know, I can't move, I, I feel like I'm being targeted by something." Venason looked warily at the lively crowd around him and replied blankly.

"Can't move? Like you're being targeted by something? Are you sure, Mr. van der Rohe? ”

"I'm sure I feel like there's something scary around me, really, I'm going to have a bad experience."

"Your current state of mind tells me that you are afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Joseph's expression changed from warm to serious: "Perhaps you should recall what has happened in the last few days, such as some kind of meeting, some kind of ceremony, or some kind of prayer. ”

Hearing Joseph Paxton's words, Venason was stunned for a moment, and then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The party, yes, it's the party, and my friends are dead at the party, Claes Ting and Villazino, both of them are dead, but their deaths have nothing to do with me."

"I know this, now that the police have enough strong evidence to prove directly that the deaths of Claes Ting and Vancino were an accident, I honestly want to know what happened to your two poor friends, but you need to cooperate with me."

"I can't remember, I've almost completely forgotten what I did that day, officer, you may not believe it, after the day of the party, my memory was like a fault, I couldn't remember anything."

"The psychological quality is good, very good." Joseph nodded imperceptibly.

"You should be able to hear that I'm telling the truth, I feel this horror approaching step by step, what should I do? What to do? Venason looked the other man in the eye and said in an almost pleading tone.

Joseph listened quietly and spoke slowly: "Of course, whether it is what you said or the results of our investigation, at least every word of your words can stand up to scrutiny now, but I don't know how you survived, when your friends all degenerated into monsters." ”

"It's good if you believe it, to be honest, I don't know how I survived, maybe it's really the sleeping and crimson god who is blessed." Vinason breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's the gods, but!"

Joseph threw out a turning point, his gaze downward, and then said in a very firm tone: "You are still very suspicious, I didn't arrest you temporarily, I just wanted to see what you would do, and now you show your feet." ”

"Horse's feet? Did I show my feet? Wienerson asked rhetorically.

"That's right."

Joseph coughed, and his expression became extremely serious, as if it was a piece of thousand-year-old ice: "Look at what you are carrying in your hand?" ”

Hearing the words of Officer Joseph with gray and blue eyes, Venason looked down, and suddenly, he saw that the brown paper bag, black bread, peas, and other things that placed the lamb in his hand disappeared, and were replaced by a human head with a pale face, dilated pupils, and a blood-stained face, in which maggots with white flowers and bright flowers were writhing, writhing and writhing.

"Ahh

Venason screamed, he wanted to throw it away, but the bloody head covered with maggots seemed to stick to his hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it, and the worms had already begun to crawl towards his hand.

"Mr. Venason, please cooperate with the investigation, go back to the police station with us, and if it is confirmed that you have committed homicide, you will be hanged." Joseph said, his black cane gone, only the flickering revolver, which shimmered in the sunlight with a suffocating glow.

"Let's go, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it at the police station."

Joseph pressed the barrel of his gun against Vinason's back and motioned for him to go first.

Venason was about to take a step when suddenly a blonde lady grabbed a newspaper vendor and scuffled, and the crowd of onlookers grew, and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

Golden opportunity!

Vinason didn't have time to think about it, stooped and dodged, dashed into the crowd, and ran frantically across the street.

"Hmph, you want to catch me and hang me, no way."

I'm also a person who has read the online article, a dignified traverser, and it would be too embarrassing for you to be hanged by other traversal seniors... Eh, wait, what's an online article? What is a traverser?

No matter what, now there was a crowd all around, and he didn't dare to shoot at random, as long as I could escape to Plitz Harbor, and then flee by steam train along the Rhine all the way to the capital city of Huttonmarr, where there was a large population, and the number of new throughput was about a million every day, even the police would not want to find me.

If they set up a checkpoint on the waterway, I'll go to the north of the city steam train station and take the steam train all the way south to Huttonmar, the last train is exactly 8 a.m., and I have a quarter of an hour to escape.

In a short time, Venason was already running to the street, with the intersection in front of him, to the east was Pritz Harbor, where Miss and Gropius were carrying goods at the Puliss Harbor Docks, to the south was Mink Street, Frank's apartment was not far away, and to the north was the steam train station, where there were nearly three steam trains to Huttonmar every day.

"Three directions, where am I going?"

Venason looked at the crossroads, suddenly stunned again, and blurted out unconsciously.

"your house......"

The head in his hand suddenly opened his mouth fiercely, and answered his words in a calm tone.

What? In shock, Venason looked up at the head in his hand, revealing deep and indifferent gray-blue eyes, Joseph Paxton!

"You, how could you?" Vinason's eyes widened inexplicably, and suddenly the sky spun around, and the next second he suddenly opened his eyes.

Still standing in the square where Mink Street meets Atisian Street, or standing in front of the newly built Divination Club, surrounded by crowds of people with leaflets.

Venason reached out and touched his forehead, the dense cold sweat was wet and cold, and the same feeling was behind him.

"It's okay, it's not true, it's just a hallucination...... Vinason let out a slow sigh of relaxation, because the scene was so terrifying.

After softening down a little, feeling the strength coming from the soles of his feet and arms, he clenched the ingredients in his hands and prepared to go home.

Suddenly, the moment he turned his head, he saw a figure about six feet tall standing behind him.

The figure was dressed in a black tuxedo, a black silk top hat, and a gold-threaded cane in his left hand, and he was handsome, with a straight nose and deep, gray-blue eyes.

Joseph Paxton!

Vinason couldn't help but take a step backwards, as if stuck in an endless loop, not knowing for a moment whether he was in reality or still hallucinating.

The figure held his cane, took off his black half-height silk top hat, and bowed in a small way, smiling kindly.

"The Night Watchman, Joseph Paxton."