"Bang, bang!"

Two silver-white bullets flew past the Armored Crown Ghost that was constantly dodging in the sky, and the night watchmen in police uniforms below chased the looming figure as they raised their guns and fired, precious demon hunting bullets pouring out like they didn't want money.

Leonard Mitchell was among them, he had just finished his training in Wintershire and became an official member of the "Red Gloves", and he only arrived in Beckland this afternoon, but he was brought in on an urgent mission that night.

He squinted at the nimble figure in his vision, slowly pulled the trigger, and fired another "Demon Hunting Bullet", he knew that the "Purification Bullet" should be more effective against this evil ghost, but unfortunately the former was commonly used by night watchers.

After aiming accurately, the bullet hit the head of the armor ghost with a pitch-black crown, but at this moment, the opponent's figure faded, revealing the crimson moon behind him, and the entire "person" disappeared without warning.

It's like he never existed.

At this moment, Leonard even thought that he was hallucinating, but his teammates next to him also made doubtful noises, and they put down their pistols one after another, and his new captain, the "Requiem" Sost of Sequence 6, cursed angrily, without his usual elegant image.

"Damn, give me one more second and I'll be able to control him!"

The Requiem can put spirits to sleep, and is good at dealing with the situation just now, but Sost has tried several times, but has not been able to make the ability work.

I'm afraid it will be the same if you try a few more times......

Leonard secretly scolded, and then a trace of sadness arose in his heart, these new players are good in strength, rigorous in style, but lack of humor, after leaving Tingen, no one can catch his jokes.

If the captain, if Klein they are still there......

"That guy looks a bit like the Rogue 'Black Emperor'......"

A night watchman beside him said to his companion.

Black Emperor?

Leonard, who had been conducting closed training and hadn't paid attention to the news for a long time, looked at each other suspiciously.

"Leonard, you come with me, let's go to the villa that the young lady said to check, and the others go to search the location where that guy appeared just now, especially the sewers, alleys, etc., I suspect that he was stalling for time just now, in order to cover up something."

Before he could think about it, Sost had already assigned the task with a serious face, and Leonard had to follow the captain, through the ruined streets and gardens, and into the villa with the gate open.

Fifteen minutes ago, the daughter of Count Hall came to St. Samuel's Church to ask for help, saying that a strange event had happened here, and that since the other party was a believer in the goddess of the night, the Sost team on duty could come to this area that was not originally under their jurisdiction and intervene in the incident.

The two stepped into the living room, the tables, chairs, and ornaments in the room had been shattered in the explosion, scattered all over the ground, and it was obvious that there were two explosion locations, and the traces of blood were scattered on the carpet in a radial manner, but the strange thing was that there was very little flesh and blood, only a strong smell of blood.

Leonard pulled out his revolver with some nervousness, but Sost, as if accustomed to similar scenes, hurried around the living room and down the side hallway towards the other rooms.

According to Audrey Hall's description, after passing through the hallway that seemed to have been destroyed by a heavy greatsword, and the ceiling caving to the living room on the second floor, they came to a meeting room.

There was only one man in his thirties, dressed in a gray tuxedo with neatly trimmed hair, but his eyes were closed and he was lying on the floor next to the couch, his chest heaving and his breathing steady.

Looking at the only survivors left in the villa, Sost sat directly on the sofa, just about to use his dream ability, as if he remembered something, he looked at Leonard who was holding a pistol on the side.

"Already familiar with the Nightmare ability? It's up to you this time. ”

He churned his chin to the unconscious male, gesturing at Leonard.

The latter nodded, put away his gun, and sat directly on the sofa next to the man, holding his forehead with one hand and half-closing his eyes, and a wave of Sost's incomparably familiar fluctuations came from him as the center.

After about five minutes, the new "Nightmare" opened his eyes, and his turquoise eyes turned to look at his captain.

"His name is Stephen Hamples, and he is a furniture merchant and a lover of the occult and psychology, and today he invited Miss Audrey Hall and Miss Isrant Oscesleka to his home to discuss psychology, but after Miss Hall left, Island knocked him unconscious, well, the last point was his own speculation, he did not see the other person do it."

After briefly telling Sost what he had been asked about in his dream, he looked at Hamples, who had fallen to the ground beside him, who had gradually woken up after being unleashed by the nightmare's extraordinary abilities, and got up on his own with a groan.

"You are...... Oh, two officers, what happened? I feel like I'm having a nightmare, Lady Eastrand......"

His dark brown eyes were full of confusion, and he stood up with the back of his head clutched.

"It's not a big deal, Mr. Hamples," Sost got up from his couch and straightened his police uniform, "Your guest today, Isrant Ossleyka, attacked you and your servants, and then fled from here, huh...... There may be a little bit of damage to your villa on the way, rest assured, we will bring her to justice. ”

Hamples, who had not yet distinguished between reality and dreams, seemed to have fallen back into a nightmare, and muttered:

"Islam? Why did she attack me? Also ruined the villa? ”

He staggered to the couch, his eyelids quickly drooping, his head bowed, and he fell asleep again.

"Let him rest for a while, and we'll look elsewhere."

Captain Red Glove put down his right hand that was pressing his sideburns, and turned to walk towards the gate.

Sost's resolute approach made Leonard a little dumbfounded, feeling that the night watchman in the big city had a completely different style from the city of Tingen, but he quickly reacted and left the reception room with the other party.

When the footsteps of the two gradually faded away, Hamples, who had fallen asleep, suddenly raised his head, his eyes opened, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, Nightwatchman," he whispered, with disdain in his tone, "I'm glad I have the means to prevent them from doing this, otherwise I might have made them find something they shouldn't see......

He changed his words for a moment, and his words were puzzled.

"But what's going on with Eastrand? No, that's probably not her...... I have to report to the jury as soon as possible, but not now, they could come back at any time to continue their inquiries......"

As his voice grew muffled, Hamples closed his eyes again and fell asleep with his head bowed, as if he had been since the departure of the two night watchmen.

……

As soon as they stepped out of the villa, Soster and Leonard were confronted by another night watchman who was searching outside.

"Captain, there's a spot in the sewer down the street."

"Sure enough...... Take me there. ”

The trio quickly came down the street, and Leonard passed by the night watchman who was questioning a young couple, and after saying a word to Sost, he replaced the "Midnight Poet", preparing to use his nightmare ability to investigate a little, and play accordingly by the way.

He was about to speak, when he was suddenly stunned, tilting his head sideways to listen to something, until the tall lanky man and dark-haired lady in front of him were full of doubts, and then he came back to his senses and coughed lightly.

"Alan Kreese? I need to ask you a few questions, please answer them truthfully. ”

Instead of using his ability to dream as planned, he took out a pen and paper and made a note like an ordinary policeman.

……

In the sewers, Sost was led by his men to a corner not far from the exit, where the air was filled with a strong scorching stench in addition to the faint smell of sewage.

The source of the stench was a corpse on the ground that could no longer be seen in human form, it was lying on its back, its limbs were constricted, its appearance was charred black, and it could not see a piece of good meat, and its body was covered with tarot cards, swords, scepters, and various large cards, and at the top of them, the words "Judgment" and "Justice" were placed face up.

Next to this "corpse", there is already an eye-sized one, shaped like a diamond, with extraordinary properties precipitated, even in the lightless sewers, it reflects more than a glimmer of light from nowhere, as if it is in the starry sky.

The well-informed Sost knew that this was an extraordinary trait of an "astrologer".

Not only that, but there were also a few specks of dust around the corpses, a few of them with a hint of orange-red light, like debris burning by the fire, merging into a growing mass of scorching spheres.

Another extraordinary feature?

Sost gasped, a phenomenon he hadn't seen before, but it had already been circulated among the "Red Gloves".

Only a "shepherd" who has herded the souls of several extraordinary beings will continue to develop extraordinary properties after death.

"Aurora Club!"

He whispered, causing the night watchman beside him to look at his captain in surprise.

(End of chapter)