Night was falling.

Dean drove to the East Calgary Side, handing the leather paper with the Celent runes to the girl in the passenger seat.

"What is this?" Christine subconsciously opened the leather paper to inspect, and was immediately deeply attracted by the cold torture instrument column depicted in it,

"This is one of the sources of the main power of hell, the Celent rune, which represents torment and suffering." Dean looked at the dark sky outside the window and said frankly, "You can try to practice depicting this rune and master its power." ”

"The power of hell?" Christine's eyes timidly closed the vellum, "Aren't we enemies with the Lord of Hell?" How can you use His power? ”

"There are no absolute enemies, it's just that we have different philosophies from Him," Dean said with a calm look in his eyes, "and there is no distinction between good and evil, and the power of hell can also be used to stop the evil of hell." Moreover, this rune is the most effective transcendent power for your human body. ”

"What are the side effects of that?"

"Your body and mind may be infected by the forces of hell and undergo some subtle changes," Dean said, "and of course, you feel uncomfortable and can stop the process at any time." ”

Christine clenched the parchment paper and drooped in thought.

"It's okay if you don't want to try," Dean said softly, "don't force yourself. ”

"No, I'd like to try," Christine took a deep breath, "if I didn't dare to face even such a small danger, how would I go with you in the future." ”

……

The car stopped on the side of a shady street.

Dean walked into the back alley of a bar, caught the shallows that flew like a hidden weapon, put it in his trouser pocket, and then met his companion who had been waiting for a long time.

"Sean, Monica, Peter... How is it, has the plan succeeded, has the murderer wreaked havoc on the East Side been caught. ”

The three guys hadn't seen each other for just two days, their brows were furrowed, and they looked preoccupied.

"Not yet... Nothing happened in the past two days. Sean said with joy and disappointment, "The murderer is expected to not act again in the short term." ”

"Wait... Is the massacre you talking about the murder in the East Side broadcast on the news, the frequent homicides in the Eastern District within two months? Christine stepped up from behind Dean and interjected the conversation curiously,

"Yes, beautiful lady, what shall I call you?" Sean was curious about where the boss had kidnapped a girl again, squeezed out a kind smile, and stretched out his hand to the other party,

"Christine..."

"Cool name... If I'm not mistaken, you're just an ordinary girl, maybe just graduated from high school? Peter, who was next to him, moved his nose with his hands on his hips,

"That's right, I'm just an ordinary person," Christine found the three new friends interesting, "aren't you ordinary?" ”

The three of them looked at each other with a malicious smile in the corner of their eyes, and then grinned, and three pairs of sharp fangs popped out of the gums, sparkling like diamonds in the moonlight.

Ah!

Christine was startled, and took two steps back to hide behind Dean,

"As you can see, I'm probably a werewolf." Sean gentlemanly stroked his chest and bowed,

"I'm a vampire," Peter said with a mischievous smile, "and this charming beauty is my elder Monica." ”

Monica twisted her hands around the non-existent corners of her skirt and curtsied her knees in a ladylike salute.

"Boom," Christine swallowed and looked at Dean in shock, only to see the latter touch his nose, "I forgot to tell you in advance that my companions are monsters in a sense and will follow us on our way." But rest assured, they are trained not to harm innocent people. ”

"Well, werewolf vampires have nothing to worry about, I've even been to hell, and my family has become a curse." Christine smiled reluctantly and cupped her frightened chest, "So you're currently chasing a murderer?" ”

The three of them nodded, "It's a pity that even the police station has been visited, but I still haven't found any clues... Kenny, could you stay in Calgary for a few more days? ”

Dean narrowed his eyes, "Three days at most, whether or not we can catch the murderer, we have to leave and continue north, otherwise it will bring more terrible disasters to the city... Well, the matter on my side has been solved for the time being, and I will help you find it, give me the case file, and then go to the previous crime scene to have a look. ”

Monica pulled out a dossier from her black cape,

"Follow me."

Sean did a backflip on the spot, jumped onto the roof of the three-meter-high bar, pressed his legs like springs, crossed ten meters and landed lightly and quickly on another roof, his body flashed into the darkness to the south at a gallop, turning into a black dot in the blink of an eye.

And Peter and Monica's bodies instantly turned into two pitch-black human forms, floating across the night sky like bats, closely following Sean.

"Sit tight."

Dean telekinesis rolled up Christine's body and flew towards the three of them smoothly and steadily, scanning the documents in the file bag from God's perspective.

A prompt appears in front of you, triggering the event "Eastside Nightmare." ”

Just out of hell, into the tiger's den. Your companions have discovered some of the most brutal murders in Calgary's East Side and are determined to punish the killers.

Now help them catch the real culprit.

Event difficulty: Unknown

Progress: (5%)

Reward: Unknown

……

"Kenny, are we flying?"

Christine's eyes widened and she looked down curiously, looking left and right at these buildings, roads, trees, and the moon hanging in the sky, pulling out afterimages, a strange irritation and vertigo, which stained her cheeks with two flushes—

Dean put away the dossier, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It feels very good, isn't it, this is a small benefit to go on the road with me." ”

……

Whoop –

In less than five minutes, the five men, who were traveling at speeds far beyond the limits of human beings, arrived at a residential area to the south of the Eastern District.

A black-lit two-story villa nestled in a maple grove.

"This is where the first case took place."

"You wait outside, I'll go in and run some errands and come out." Dean handed Shaun the file he had browsed, crossed the cordon on the periphery of the villa, and pushed open the door with a flip of his hand and walked straight into the dimly lit living room.

For two months, no one lived there, and the furniture and appliances were covered with canvas, crawling with dust, and there was no popularity.

Dean closed the curtains in each room to completely block out the starlight and moonlight, making the house dark and silent, and then took out the psychic suit from the space and began to summon ......

Outside in the snow.

Christine leaned alone under a bare maple tree, staring nervously at the combination of werewolves and vampires for a while, gritted her teeth and took the initiative to walk over and talk,

"Werewolves and vampires, how did you get together with Mr. Kenny?"

The three of them looked at each other and said in unison, "He was kind to us when we needed it most, so we went with him to his end." ”

Christine nodded sympathetically, "Then why do you want to catch the murderer and eliminate the harm for the people?" Did someone hire you, or did it do it willingly? ”

"Voluntary." Sean said in a firm tone.

Christine's gaze swept over the faces of the trio, "It sounds like a comedy shot by a horror director." ”

"Ma'am, I know it's a bit hard to understand," Sean said, staring at the window of the villa, shrugging his shoulders, "After all, in the eyes of most people, monsters mean evil, and monsters mean to kill people, but these are just legends, and there is no rule that monsters must do evil." ”

"We used to be human, and then we became monsters." Peter took over, a faint look of memory and awe in his eyes, "Although we made mistakes, we are back on track with Kenny's correction, and we are proving ourselves to him by doing something good." ”

"It's a balance, we need human blood to survive, and we take their blood and in return, we're going to rid human society of some pests." Monica smiled and pulled out the black cloak behind her with her slender hand, magically took out four cups filled with red liquid, and handed them to her companions, "Drink some." ”

"Uh, it can't be blood, can it?" Christine looked at the red and bright liquid in it, and straightened her neck back in repulsion,

"Don't worry, we've already eaten today." Peter grinned toothily and drank the wine down, "It's just plain red wine, mixed with a special ratio of watermelon juice and grape juice based on Monica's decades of experience, which quenches your thirst and nourishes your face, perfect for a beautiful lady like you." ”

Christine took a sip at this time, and then her eyebrows curled in surprise, "It tastes very good." ”

"Cheers..."The four of them clinked a glass, and the alienation between the girl and the three monster companions disappeared a lot, "So, can I take a look at the dossier?" ”

"As long as you don't worry about affecting your good mood and have the courage to face the bloody picture, please feel free." Sean handed the file to Christine, who opened it and looked through it.

The three people who were killed were all ordinary income families, living in low-grade communities with very average public security conditions and remote geographical environments, and their lives were quite happy, and there were no fights or disagreements with colleagues and neighbors on weekdays.

Just judging from the photos, they were basically poked by fruit knives and meat cleavers at home and lay in a pool of blood, and none of the ten people, including four children, survived.

The killer seems to have some kind of deep hatred for them.

"The murderer should be caught in hell, and the fire pit, the thinking cage, and the personal prison should be experienced 10,000 times one by one!" Christine's eyes breathe fire.

The torture in hell is only the torture of lonely individuals, and the murderer kills the whole family, which means that some poor people will continue to struggle in fear and despair after witnessing the death of their family members.

"I'm not sure where hell is in your mouth, but the murderer is undoubtedly a pervert of perverts... More ferocious than most monsters. Sean pointed out a figure drawing from the dossier - a man of medium size, about 1.9 meters in a thick black coat, black suit pants, and white shirt underneath?

He wore a strange rough hood of linen on his head, covering his nose and ears, a pair of black buttons inlaid at his eyes, a scribbled rusty zipper at his mouth, and linen on his hands and shoes, which concealed most of his physical features, and exuded a gentle and cold temperament all over his body.

Christine frowned, "What a strange outfit, where did you get his portrait?" ”

Peter patted his chest and said proudly, "Vampires know a lot about human blood, and when they get the blood of the dead, they can see through their memories and see their killers." ”

"Unfortunately, that's not enough." Sean sighed, "We have searched half of the neighborhoods around the three families killed, and we haven't found anyone who matches the characteristics, and the entire East End is estimated to have to be searched." ”

"There are tens of thousands of people living in the eastern district, and it is impossible to search for them in a short period of time." Christine blinked, "Do you have any other clues?" ”

"Judging from the wounds on the deceased's body, the murderer's strength and speed should not be much different from that of ordinary people," Monica rubbed her pointed chin, "He is most likely not a supernatural individual." ”

"On the contrary, he is not an ordinary person." With a slight sound of the door opening, Dean walked out of the villa, "The file confirms that the inside of the villa is the scene of the first crime, so the victim's family died inside... But my psychic ritual in the house failed, and I failed to attract their spirits. ”

"What do you mean?" Christine asked, puzzled,

"It means that the murderer not only killed their bodies, but also took the souls of these poor people." Dean turned his gaze to the three of them, "The murderer is only mediocre in terms of physical attributes such as strength, but he has special abilities in terms of spirit or will. ”

Sean had a strange brilliance in his eyes, and couldn't help but give Dean a thumbs up, "It's you, you just found such an important clue!" ”

Monica and Peter looked at each other, unconsciously stretched out the tip of their pink tongue and licked their lips, and said in a slightly trembling tone, "We haven't tasted supernatural blood for a long time. ”

Christine was puzzled, "But why would a capable person kill innocents indiscriminately?" ”

"Not all outliers are like us, like Mr. Kenny, who has a lot of self-control, and a principled, low-key approach." Monica's eyes rolled, "They think they have power in their hands and they are superior to others, so they see ordinary people as prey, even toys for wanton torture... Just like my former chieftain. ”

"Alright, let's stop discussing it, move on to the next location, 119 St. Andrews Avenue," Dean telekinesis curled up Christine, "I'll make sure..."

……

The five then investigated the residences of the two remaining victims' families, and to Dean's surprise, the psychic rituals failed.

The home of the nearest deceased, the second floor bedroom.

"Finally something out of the ordinary."

Dean casually opened a drawer by the window in the bedroom and took out a photo with an M1911 pistol in the file.

"None of the three case scene investigation files recorded any traces of scuffles between the killer and the victim, and the murderer was only one person, the victim was a family, and one of them was even a strong man who had just retired from the Navy and weighed nearly two hundred and thirty pounds, and there was a gun in the drawer at the time... He couldn't have allowed such a murderer with ordinary strength and speed to poke himself into holes and bleed to death, but he didn't resist at all, and he didn't tie up or anesthetize..."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a guess that the murderer has some kind of psychic superpower, hypnotizes or mentally controls the victims in advance, stabs them to death in front of them, and then takes away the soul..."

"Shhh

Dean put several other autopsy photos of the victims on the table, pointing to the wounds on the chest and abdomen of several of them, "The murder weapon is just a daily knife in the victim's home... The murderer also tried his best to fake the illusion of indiscriminate stabbing... But as soon as the secrets are sparse, there are always a few murderers who are too excited and excited to hide his true level. ”

"These few strokes are like surgery, and the gallbladder, pancreaticoduodenum and pancreaticoduodenum are removed quickly and accurately... Not the average person can do it. ”

"Plus hypnotic psychic powers."

"I suspect... The murderer is a psychopathic superpowered person with a medical background. ”

……

After Dean finished speaking, he found that the time schedule had reached thirty percent.

"So, we should go to the hospital to investigate?" Sean's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands violently, and took out the portrait of the murderer, "Find the information of all the medical personnel in the Eastern District, and then compare it with this picture." ”

"It's not just a hospital." Monique adds, "Private clinics, the University of Calgary, and Mount Royal University Medical Faculty can't be missed either!" ”

Peter grinned excitedly, "And not only the Eastern District, but also the other three districts, the police station has no clues for so long, the murderer may have committed crimes across districts!" ”

"Very well, you three hurry up, use the hypnotic power, and take advantage of the night..."Dean glanced at the moon outside the window, "Bring the information back before dawn tomorrow." ”

"Wait for the good news."

The trio made an OK gesture at Dean and flew out of the second-floor window, disappearing into the night with a few ups and downs on the roof and canopy.

Christine grew her mouth and looked at Dean with a strange look in her eyes,

"Mr. Kenny, I didn't think you were still a detective?"

"Part-time, but my words are just inferences, and I may not be able to find someone."

"But it's better than blindly searching. By the way, can I help? ”

"You're training the Celerant rune next door, and you need to have the power to protect yourself as soon as possible."

Christine gritted her teeth, took the piece of vellum and walked next door,

And Dean released a shadow to spy on and protect the girl.

I climbed through the window onto the snowy roof.

Dark and shiny scales drilled out of his face, facing the full moon like a silver disk in the sky, the twinkling morning star, entered the red dragon meditation, and the "Sea of Stars" skill began to flicker in the temporary skill column of the snake demon body.

And in Dean's vision, suddenly a few dazzling stars appeared, and when connected in series, the constellation Orion looked like the shape of a hunter-

With the thought of it, his vision automatically narrowed to Orion—

An even more majestic light lit up.

The hunter began to spin, then lay down on his side, revealing the leather armor on his body, each piece of armor flashing with a burst of bright starlight, creating a tough protective force field.

"The mimic skill is upgraded, and the Sea of Stars skill is also upgraded, and I can finally see other runes besides the star runes and arrows."

Dean suppressed his excitement and began to record the details of the armor runes.

Time passes, and before you know it, you lose it overnight.

(End of chapter)