Fasranka, Harvest Church!

In the wee hours of the morning, the well-ventilated but silent underground, the glow of the yellowish gas lamps is blessed by the glass, and it shines steadily and unswayingly in the quiet aisles.

Three hours ago, there was a grand fireworks display, with clowns with thick oil paint on their faces and acrobatic performers, magicians in cheap tuxedos performing card magic, all celebrating the arrival of the New Year.

On the banks of the Rhine, at the Shipley Police Station, wearing a police uniform, a badge floppy hat, and a mustache, Holrington sat in the guard room, casually flipping through the stacks of fool's newspapers, pornographic magazines, and published books in front of him, and dedicating a little attention to the outside to prevent anyone from doing something on New Year's Eve.

His legs were comfortably crossed on the square table, his back leaned back in a black suede chair, feeling the warmth of the fireplace, his coat and top hat hanging from the coat rack at the entrance, and his pistol resting quietly against the armpit strap of the wall, within easy reach.

Generally, such a luxurious configuration can only occur at the Imperial Capital Huttonmar Police Station, because of the invasion of the hidden church, Faslangka has caused extremely exaggerated casualties, according to incomplete statistics, in the station area was directly trampled by the black goat cubs to death police, clergy, priests as many as more than 100 people, other staff casualties are counted.

Because of this, the Imperial Capital's investment in the city's new security forces and resources has almost reached the peak of the entire County of Greyvajo.

The families of the dead clergy were comforted with huge indemnities, the police department was raised in terms of living and salaries, and almost all the injured were raised to the next level, with the most benefiting department being the Sleeping and Crimson God's Night Watch organization, who paid the price of near-annihilation to protect the entire city.

The above reports are all from official statistics, and the only ones that are not included in the security list are only civilian casualties, but it is precisely the civilian casualties that are the highest in this extraordinary event, with direct deaths close to people, and subsequent deaths due to pollution, and there are still about ......

The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, and Holrington involuntarily took a puff and pinched his temples to combat the heaviness of his head and the exhaustion of his body.

Although he was a policeman who often slept at five o'clock in the morning and got up at twelve o'clock at noon, this must be attributed to the beautiful street girls in the North Cross District, Elm Road, and some time ago, the North Cross District was almost completely destroyed by black goats, and the street girls who barely survived also suffered a lot of pollution, which made the gentlemen living in Faslanka stop, after all, it is better to be alive than to be merry overnight.

"Damn the secret organization, you can't do things there, you have to be in the Northern Cross District, so I can't even have fun!" Hollington muttered silently, and could only console himself, at least there were newspapers, pornographic magazines, and more and more abundance.

He originally wanted to use sleep to pass today's duty, but because of the previous invasion of the covert organization, he had to open his eyes, not to mention patrolling the streets, at least awake, and he could notify the clergy team of the Church of the Four Gods as soon as possible, so he couldn't sleep, so it was easy to ignore the movement outside and ignore the situation in case it existed.

Whew, Hollington picked up his coffee cup and took a careful blow.

He took a sip and let the unique aroma of the coffee beans linger in his mouth, allowing the velvety and delicate liquid to flow slowly into his esophagus and collect in his stomach.

"It is worthy of the coffee from the Austro-Hungli Valley transported from the imperial capital, with a strong aroma, very delicious, and at the same time very refreshing." Holrington exclaimed and put down the cup in his hand.

The Austro-Hungarian Valley is located in the north of the Kingdom of Ghent, which has been occupied by the Austro-Hungarian Aborigines, mainly producing high-quality coffee beans, and the Ghent Kingdom established a colonial regime in the Austro-Hungarian Valley a hundred years ago, overthrowing the original Austro-Hungarian Aborigines.

The wall clock ticks in the dormitory, and this year's heavy snow outside of Faslangka has caused temperatures to plummet, something that hasn't happened in decades.

The goose feather snow was blowing heavily, but the room in the duty room was still warm like spring, and Holrington picked up a pornographic magazine at random, and found that it was about what kind of clothing women should wear in catering to men in order to better grasp the heart of a gentleman.

"It was Fiske boy who was on duty yesterday, and I didn't expect him to have a research on this subject......" he whispered amusedly, flipping through it with interest.

Perhaps influenced by the rapid development of textile technology in the last decade or so, this pornographic magazine not only makes extensive use of model try-on illustrations, but also content from creators.

"It's a really nice set of underwear, the model looks good, the long blond wavy hair is my favorite type, and her suspender stockings look seductive......" Hollington leisurely flipped through and commented carefully.

He was a very normal Ghent man, who worked as a policeman and bounty hunter, and was more family-friendly to his family than the average gentleman, very friendly to children and his wife, but also had the characteristic habit of a Ghent gentleman, that is, he had always admired beautiful girls, especially beautiful girls in seductive underwear.

It would be nice if the model on this was also a street girl...... Horington suddenly felt heavy and couldn't help but sigh.

Since the last extraordinary incident, he has transferred his wife and children to a small town in the suburbs, waiting for everything to be okay before picking them up, but this decision is also the direct cause of his melancholy in the dead of night.

He continued to flip through the pages, and suddenly saw that on the last page, there was information about each model, and one of them was in the city of Fasranka.

Sangana Engels! Height 1.65 meters, weight 110 pounds, believe in the god of sleep and crimson, hobby shooting lingerie magazines, pay 5 pounds for special needs, address: Baker Street, Baker Street Cheap Rent District, Farslanka.

Holrington was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly looked through the publication time of the magazine.

"Three days ago, it was actually three days ago, thank you to the crimson god, God favored you."

Holrington closed his books, happily finished his coffee, stood up and put on his clothes, and drove out of the duty room in the carriage assigned by the police station.

The outside world was already snow-white, and the tip of the Harvest Church Tower that towered in the distance was covered with a thick layer of white, which shone brightly in the dark night.

On this main road, there is still the smell of gunpowder from fireworks, the smell of roast goose wafting through the streets, the sound of shivering moans under the bridge, and the screams of wild dogs fighting over garbage cans for food.

With the reins in his hands, Hollington walked quickly according to the address in the magazine, but in less than half an hour, he came to the cheap rent area of Mink Street.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of violent percussion echoes through the snow-soaked Mink Street, adding a touch of horror to this main road made of black brick with an old medieval flavor.

Horrington was startled and his spirit tensed violently, he instinctively took the revolver from the pouch under his armpit, adjusted the magazine and trigger, and quickly jumped out of the carriage and leaned into the roadside bunker, looking for the source of the sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The beating became more and more violent, and Holrington retreated, and suddenly at the end of the street, he heard a tooth-aching thud, and saw a black iron door painted with a relief of a nude woman.

"I only patrolled Mink Street yesterday, and there is no such big iron gate at all?" His eyes narrowed, and his heart beat like a drum.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Holrington saw the iron door shake slightly, and felt the force it was bearing.

"Won't you...... I just found a beautiful lady to discuss life while on duty, and I encountered something?? Holrington's right hand gripping the handle of the gun broke out in a cold sweat.

But soon, he remembered what Mr. Joseph, the night watchman, had told him: whatever sound he heard, whatever happened, as long as it was an incident that was different from normal phenomena, he should report it directly.

Yes, first of all, the Night's Watch team returned to Faraslanka yesterday, although they don't seem to be fully recovered...... Hollington took out his previous experience as a bounty hunter and calmed down a lot.