After Ethan banged on the door a few times, Jonathan shouted:

"Gramm, are you home?"

The voice fell, and after waiting for a while, there was still silence around them.

"Could it be that no one is home, how about we go and see somewhere else?" As he spoke, Jonathan walked outside.

Ethan had no choice but to follow him away.

As the two of them walked up to the dilapidated car, a silent voice rang out in the house.

"Who's calling me?"

Jonathan hurriedly stopped and took a few steps back, "It's me, Jonathan Gaines, who lives not far away." ”

"Is there anything you can do?"

Ethan also walked up to Jonathan, and at this moment, the door inside opened, and through the screen door, a rickety man could be seen standing at the door.

The room was unusually dim, and the man's face was unreadable, except that he had long, messy hair.

After the two of them looked at each other, Jonathan spoke:

"I'm looking for my niece, she disappeared after she came out for a run in the morning and I'm looking for her everywhere."

Jonathan took a step forward "I think she might pass through here, have you seen her?" ”

"No, I haven't seen anyone."

Standing in the shadows, Gram replied in a dull voice, and it was clear from his tone that he was very impatient.

Ethan remembered what Blake had said, looked around, and asked:

"Do you have any children here?"

Gram's tone aggravated, "Fake, has anyone come to talk to me today?" Are you the one again? ”

"Sir, Banshee Town Police Department." Ethan habitually said.

"What Banshee Town Police Department, I haven't heard of it, you guys get away from me, I don't like that uniform on you."

Graham nervously finished his sentence and was about to close the door.

Jonathan also felt a little wrong, and hurriedly shouted:

"Hey, can we go in and sit down for a while?"

"I'm too busy to entertain you." Graham flatly refused.

Jonathan insisted, "Just a moment, I haven't seen you in a long time, how about a conversation between neighbors." ”

Gramm's closing of the door stopped, and after a moment he said hoarsely:

"Wait a minute."

After speaking, his figure disappeared, and footsteps sounded, and he walked towards the house.

Seeing this, Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Ethan.

After a while, Gram returned to the doorway, where he was shaky and holding a stick-like object in his hand.

Ethan, out of professional habits, instantly alarmed the bell.

He reached out and grabbed Jonathan's clothes in a flash of lightning, and staggered back.

At this moment, a "bang" gunshot, and a ball of flame erupted from the screen door.

Jonathan screamed and fell backwards.

Ethan quickly pulled out Glock 17 and pulled the trigger against the door.

"Bang bang."

After a series of gunshots, there was a muffled grunt in the room, and then Gramm's heavy footsteps faded into the room.

Ethan took the opportunity and pulled Jonathan hard behind the Dodger challenger.

Jonathan covered his arm in pain, blood flowed from it, and the muscles of his upper arm were directly bloody.

If Ethan hadn't reacted quickly enough to pull him, this shot would have opened a big hole in his chest.

"Fack, there must be something wrong with this bastard."

Jonathan banged his head against the Dodge Challenger's body, hoping to relieve the pain, and roared loudly.

Fortunately, his own car is not a small day, otherwise he would definitely make a few big holes.

Ethan half-crouched down, put the gun at his feet, and quickly took the tourniquet from his duty belt and tied it to him.

"I have to go in right now, Blake must be inside, or Graham won't do this."

Ethan speaks, only to find that Jonathan has no response.

After he was shot, he was so nervous that his mind became in a trance, and his eyes were wandering.

In desperation, Ethan raised his arm and gave him a hard smack.

After a crisp snap, Jonathan's eyes finally settled.

Ethan grabbed him by the collar, "Can you hear me now?" ”

Jonathan was sweating profusely and nodded his head repeatedly.

"You stay here and call for backup, don't worry, your injuries are not fatal, I'm going to go in and save Blake, her life will be in danger at any time."

After Ethan finished speaking, he opened the car door and reached into the storage compartment.

Pulling out the D9 of the Advancer captured from the space when he first encountered Nora, he shoved the sharp dagger into Jonathan's hand, then got up and ran towards the door.

I peeked through the cracked hole in the screen door, but found no movement.

Ethan opened the screen door, flashed his figure, and entered the house.

In the gloomy room, there was only a few simple furniture, and the curtains blocked the sunlight from the outside, and the room exuded an annoying rancid smell.

Ethan turned on Glock's tactical flashlight and searched around, but he didn't see Gramm.

He went back to the kitchen, looked past the messy wooden table, and saw the unwashed dishes in the sink.

Judging from the utensils inside, if it weren't for Gram's laziness, he should be the only one living in this place.

Ethan grabbed Glock and came out of the kitchen again, carefully searching the room.

But there was no sign of Grim in several rooms of the house, and he seemed to have disappeared from the house, and the whole house was silent.

At this time, Ethan noticed a few drops of fresh blood on the ground.

This is Gram was hit by himself just now, Ethan used a tactical flashlight to shine on the scattered blood stains on the ground, and carefully followed the blood stains in the dimly lit house.

The boots clattered against the old wooden floor.

When I reached a corner of the house, the blood suddenly disappeared.

On the side of the wooden floor, there is a pull fastener.

He realized that Gram had gone into the basement.

Ethan licked his lips and clasped the buckle sideways, and Glock pointed downwards and pulled his arm hard.

There was a muffled "bang".

The slammed basement door hit the back wall, sending a cloud of dust.

Ethan was startled by the movement he had made, but the muzzle of the gun was still firmly aimed underneath.

The long wooden staircase is blocked by a wooden wall, and there are lights that flicker on and off underground.

When the basement door opened, a rancid smell almost washed him away, and it turned out that the annoying smell of the house just now came from here.

Looking down the stairs, Ethan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The open basement door smelled like the blood of a beast, and the lights were flashing on and off to remind him that no one should enter.

But thinking that Blake might be trapped underneath, Ethan gritted his teeth and turned off the tactical flashlight on Glock.

He exhaled slowly, and walked down step by step.

(End of chapter)