While Melina and Clockwork can't help but start drinking, Raccoon Town, which is some distance away from Hamlet, is building a road.

Only a few oil lamps were swaying in the wind at the entrance of the town, and the evening wind was howling, and the shadows of the trees were swaying like some kind of devil's claws, trying to stretch out into the abyss.

No one will stay away from the gathering place stupidly at night, and even the dwarves who are only one meter three dare not travel overnight.

The banshee, the patron of the human world, sleeps at night.

Of course, there are even worse rumors.

For example, at night there will be some 'other banshees', a depraved breed, an extremely evil breed.

At the patrol post at the entrance of the town, the two gatherers had apparently given up their patrol duties, pretending to be under the lights, and under the glow of this glow, it gave people a fragile sense of security.

One of them is bald, and the other is a sturdy old man who wears sunglasses at night.

The bald head scratched his throat and commented uneasily to the legendary story told by the old man:

"Joe, are you blowing the trumpet? Fallen Banshees, it's not that I don't believe that Banshees will fall, it's that I always feel that they are too lazy to fall..."

The old man took a cigarette in his mouth:

"Andy, what do you say? The hardest thing in the world to figure out is the banshee thing, and we've been in good hands, but you must not have seen those 'big guys'...... Grass, cloudy and sunny, temper is good and bad, watching a stranger leak murderous aura after taking one more step, have you ever seen it? Boy, you've never seen anything. ”

The bald head shouted:

"I haven't seen it, the only high-ranking banshee I've ever seen is Miss Tasia..."

The old man laughed:

"She was the same. It's just that the disguise is slightly better, a banshee, but as long as they are high-level, then there must be a disease. ”

Although the night is not safe, it still has enough peace to wake up in the light.

The two gatherers were chatting and talking, and then they heard a very slight sound in this environment?

They exchanged glances and looked at the road a little nervously.

"Hey, Joe, I heard something......"

"At best, it could be a lost little dragon cub."

The two gatherers cautiously took two steps forward, then gritted their teeth and stepped into the darkness, the duty they had to fulfill as patrolmen, the duty to banish the monsters of the night. Vampires, werewolves, and ghouls are all demons and monsters in their scope.

As long as you don't hunt dragons, even gatherers can deal with these ordinary goblins...

"Nothing, Joe."

The two looked around for a while before they could barely breathe a sigh of relief.

When you turn around.

At the gate of Raccoon Town, a girl in a black dress appeared at the door at some point, and she was slowly walking inside.

"Stop!"

Even though fear overwhelmed their hearts, the two gatherers remained faithful.

"You, what are you!"

The girl turned.

She wears a masquerade black butterfly mask on the top half of her face, with a lot of dark sequins. The lower half of the face is so delicate that it is easy to conclude that this is a beauty.

I don't know why.

Joe and Andy always felt that this face had been seen somewhere.

"People?"

Her short pronunciation felt like she was gasping for words after she had finished speaking. However, the feeling of 'where have you seen this person' in Joe and Andy's hearts is becoming clearer and clearer.

"'What are you?' 'Are you human?' is just a method of asking questions that disguises but exposes the panic in the heart, a way to disguise the essence of self-fear. Even if I say the answer, it will not necessarily be a good answer under bias. ”

She folded her hands with interest:

"Well, I'll talk to you for the next day, about here, about that, and ask some questions. Then, I'll tell you I don't have any bad thoughts about this place, okay? ”

The two patrolmen walked back with a strong sense of vigilance, and only when they returned to the light did they have the courage to say:

"Okay, but... One question for another? ”

"Uh-huh."

The bald head knocked on the old man's back and lowered his voice: "Joe? ”

The old man sighed:

"First question, are you a banshee?"

"Obviously, yes. That's my question. The girl in the black dress stroked her mask elegantly, "What year is this year?" ”

“…”

"Huh?"

The bald head looked surprised: "Why are you asking..."

"Do charity." The Banshee in the Black Dress smiled, "I want you to see that I'm using some trivial questions so that you can ask me questions to remove the prejudice in your mind, but the question is the question, and I need an answer, not another question instead of an answer." ”

…

…

Report: A Strange Black Banshee

In the mayor's office.

Sonia is signing a paperwork authorizing the purchase of building materials from Haven, while Georgia handles business on the island. The two have been cooperating for a while, and they have a tacit understanding.

Georgia tapped the table with the barrel of her pen:

"Sonia, a strange banshee came to the Weeping Peninsula last night, you know?"

"Huh? You want to ask if I provoked it? ”

"Hmm."

"It's not. I don't know. Is she eye-catching? ”

Sonia thinks that the banshee is a free-flowing creature, and it is not strange to go anywhere, even if it is in Hamlet, is it?

“…… Dear Sonia, I wish you could think about the connection between night and banshees. A banshee on the road at night. ”

Sonia's face was much more grim.

Even if the banshee doesn't sleep at night, she rarely goes out of Banshee Street.

"She caused damage?"

"Nope." Georgia said with a strange look, "It's just... We couldn't find her today, she seemed to be hiding, and even the factor was gone. ”

Sonia was a little surprised.

Although this world seems to be technologically backward, the household registration system in this world is very, very advanced, especially the banshee's household registration system.

Even now the Weeping Peninsula has a lot of traffic.

But there are many ladyboys who come in and out every day, and it can be found whether these banshees are honestly staying in the banshee street. And some low-level banshees rent houses and things like that, they can all be checked.

Even if the person runs away, the factor will leave certain signs.

Now even the factor is gone...

Sonia rubbed the corners of her forehead:

"Okay, I'll let you, well, I'll keep Kara on notice, okay?"

When Georgia heard that it was the ghost banshee, her face improved a lot and nodded:

"Hmm."

…

…

Regulator Sky Island.

Delis looked at a report on the table and nearly passed out.

"SA-0001, missing? Disappeared from the world you regulated? Is this the last signal that appears? ”

The two petite overseers were equally pale:

"She, well, she may or may not come, but, there is a possibility..."

"You're a rice bucket."

Delis covered her face with her hands.

"Forget it, I'll go and see what I can do."

"What if I do?"

"I wish you don't have too much pain until the database is reborn."

(End of chapter)