Chapter 158 Hunting Master

At this time, the sun was shining obliquely, and there was no sunlight in the courtyard, crawling in the shadow of the house.

"What could happen in broad daylight?!"

James tried to remain calm, but he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Because it was roughly this time period when the police officers entered the house yesterday.

Nick's body was flashing with a light red fire spirit shield, and his armor lit up with orange-red flame flower patterns: "Let's go, go in!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked up the steps under the eaves.

The steps are made of wood, and the middle part has a smooth texture from long-term friction. When people step on them, they make a squeaking sound.

The door was half open, and there was a thick sense of darkness inside.

The team members followed closely and entered the house.

There was wind blowing out from the yard, and James suddenly felt cold all over. The spring wind was not so biting!

He couldn't help shivering, so he tightened his clothes and turned to walk to the other side of the street.

What he didn't see was that the yellow leaves in the yard were blown up by the whirlwind, flying in the low sky, and a vague human figure appeared in them.

The human figure's head twisted, as if looking at the door of the house from the side.

Then, the wind suddenly stopped, and yellow leaves fell, forming a smiling face pattern on the ground.

In the irregular circle, the two eyes are several leaves, and the other leaves form a mouth with an amazing arc that occupies most of the face.

James walked into the sunshine and felt better.

He turned around and looked at the door of the house again. The wind had stopped and the leaves had fallen in the courtyard.

. . . .

When Crown entered the room, the first thing he saw was a passage. At the door was a cabinet for shoes, with several pairs of women's shoes on it.

The house felt cool and there was a slight stench of rotting meat.

He opened the door wide and pulled the shoe cabinet against it.

Having a too sensitive nose is not a good thing. He felt a little tortured and thought about ventilating the house.

After walking through the passage, we came to a spacious area.

"It's unusually dark here," Jason turned his head and looked around. "I've been to this town before, and the houses with the same layout here all have good lighting."

Del had lit the emergency torches and illuminated the room.

A very ordinary living room with an upward staircase at the back.

There was a set of sofas against one wall, the fabric torn near the bottom, revealing the dark brown horsehair stuffing.

In the middle is the dining table, covered with a black and white checkered tablecloth, with a few plates placed on top.

There are two chairs facing each other at the dining table.

At this time, Crown smelled a very faint smell of blood hidden under the stench of decay in the room. He walked around, looking for the source of the smell.

Finally, he reached the dining table, where the smell of blood and decay reached its climax.

He looked down and saw that several plates were stained with yellow-green spots and there were fine black-red blood clots on the tablecloth.

He found a relatively clean spot on the tablecloth, picked up the plate with his hands, put it close to his nose, and sniffed it gently.

Thanks to his super sense of smell, his nasal cavity was stimulated even more.

Crown put down his plate, pinched his nose, and let out a long breath.

"There's blood on the table," Jason touched it with his hand, "Based on my experience, the blood will coagulate within a day."

The players all gathered around, and Nick made a sweeping motion toward Del.

The other party understood, took out a handful of developing dust and scattered it in the living room.

A pure white fluorescent light flashed, and a black human-shaped outline the size of a palm appeared inside, with several small line segments next to it.

"One, two, three, four. There are four evil spirits in the house, and one is quite powerful. Those police officers must have disappeared because of this." Nick frowned slightly. "The evil spirit first found an old lady living alone, and then captured all the investigating police officers?"

"There should be something else. The evil spirit devours the vitality and soul, so it won't leave so much blood." Jason said, bending down and checking under the table. "There is a pool of blood under the chair."

Nick nodded slightly: "Did you find anything else?"

Crown pointed at the table and said, "These plates were once filled with blood and flesh, and in the end, they were licked clean by something."

"Also, I think there's something wrong with that Father Peter."

"What's wrong? What's the basis for your judgment?" Nick asked softly.

Clown hummed, "I've become sensitive to smells lately. Peter behaves like an old man who is about to die. But people who are about to reach the end of their lives have an inexplicable smell of decay. He doesn't have that smell. Instead, he has a faint scent of perfume."

He actually only said half of his words. He felt something was wrong when he saw the priest here, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"You make sense. Many ordinary people will feel the sense of decay from their bodies when they get old," Jason agreed, and then said, "But this priest is an extraordinary person. Many devout clergymen will not emit a sense of decay even if their bodies begin to decay. I think Father Peter is still normal."

"Maybe it's my illusion," Crown spread his hands and didn't argue any further.

There was no reason for his feeling; it was completely a subjective sixth sense.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with the priest, I just wonder why he is still working in the church even though he is so old. Positions that can manage churches should be very popular nowadays, right?" Torres asked.

Not to mention other hidden incomes, the church's sanctuary can purify the lowest-level gray spirit coins into gold spirit coins. Just for this reason, the position of a church manager will attract a lot of people to scramble for it.

In Torres' opinion, if Captain Nick had been offered a supervisory position at the church, he probably would not have joined the Security Bureau.

"Father Peter has worked in the church in this town for decades. I have passed by here several times. I was treated by him half a year ago." Jason said with a nostalgic look on his face. "He can cook very delicious steaks. The taste is comparable to that of Crown's."

“That’s getting off topic.” Jason swallowed his saliva and continued, “Father Peter has a long career. He has discovered more than a dozen outstanding priests and crusader warriors. Now, several of them are the best among the second-level extraordinary people and hold important positions in the church.

He also has a son who works in the church's court of justice and is also a very powerful second-level exorcist priest.

As long as Peter doesn't make it clear that he wants to leave, no one will force him to leave. After all, judging from the current situation, he is not far from being summoned by the Lord."

"Is that so?" Torres nodded. He understood that Father Peter at least concerned his son's financial future.

Unless a third-level strongman places someone here, not many people would be willing to make enemies with a second-level priest. For those who are interested in the position of church manager here, it will not be too late to wait a few years before competing for it.

"Let's not talk about these groundless rumors anymore. We just need to deal with these evil spirits and monsters that are easier to deal with," Nick said with a smile, "Let's go upstairs and take a look. There is an attic above the second floor. The file says that the old lady disappeared in the attic."

"Everyone be careful. From the performance of the Appearing Dust, we can see that the evil spirit is still lingering here and has not left," Jason added.

"Del, Torres, you two walk in front of me."

After Clown finished speaking, he continued to ask, "If the evil spirit plays hide-and-seek with us, how should we deal with it?"

He is not afraid of evil spirits, but if the evil spirits hide, he can do nothing about it.

Evil spirits can pass through most objects, and buildings are their best hiding places. You can't tear down the entire building just to find the evil spirits, right? ! "If the evil spirits hide and don't come out, it will be a big project. We need to squeeze their activity space little by little to force them out." Jason's face flashed a fierce look, "The best way is to give them a fatal blow when they show their bodies."

There is an oil painting hanging next to the stairs leading to the second floor.

It was a bust of a middle-aged man wearing a tan cowboy hat, a pipe in his mouth and a shrewd smile on his face.

The colors of the oil painting are not bright and it must have a long history.

The sunlight shone in obliquely through the white window screen and illuminated the left side of the painting.

Nick walked up the stairs and saw that the door on the side of the corridor was open.

He stood at the door, waiting for the rest of the team to come up.

When Crown walked up to the second floor and turned in, the smile of the man in the painting changed from shrewd to fierce, and his eyes turned in the direction where everyone disappeared.

The beam of light on the wall became distorted, and a black shadow was attached to the bottom of the painting. The painting and the shadow merged into one, as if they had always been that way.

. . . .

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

James was a little nervous waiting on the road. Even in the sunshine, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Maybe I'm under too much pressure," he patted his forehead and decided to smoke a cigarette to relieve stress.

He took out a cigarette, struck a match and lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, his face submerged in the smoke.

The cigarette was shortening rapidly and James looked up at the house.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and the cigarette fell out of it.

He saw that the door that was originally open had been closed at some point.

Was there any wind just now, or did the door return to its original position automatically?

James was looking for an explanation in his mind, and his scalp was tugging uncontrollably. He didn't feel even a trace of wind when he was smoking just now.

'Should I go back to the police station or wait?'

Although he was in the bright and warm spring sunshine, he felt like he was standing at a windy street in the cold winter.

. . . .

Crown was the last to enter the room.

This is a spacious exhibition hall with knives, swords and guns hanging on the walls.

But the most eye-catching thing is the stuffed heads of a stag, a brown bear, and a giant wolf hanging in the center of the wall.

The deer's antlers were like scattered dead branches with sharp tips; the brown bear's eyes were wide open, seemingly still angry; the giant wolf had only one eye, and its brown eye hid cunning.

In the middle of the room was a long table on which were displayed three headless skeleton specimens.

Crown easily determined that the bones were those of a deer, a bear, and a wolf.

If nothing unexpected happens, their owners are the three people hanging on the wall.

The carpets in the rooms are made of animal skins: deerskin, bear skin, wolf skin, cow skin and sheep skin.

Del laughed and said, "Could it be that the old lady who owns the house is also a master hunter?"

Before he could finish his words, the door behind everyone was slammed shut.

Not only that, black lattice metal doors were lowered from the top of the door frames and window sills.

The grid is so fine that there are only fist-sized gaps.

"hehe"

Crown laughed a few times: "Maybe you are right."

He walked to the metal door and placed his hand on it. After feeling through the Fire Cube that it was an iron door, he smiled with relief.

The accident did not cause everyone to panic, at least the three second-level transcendents were not panicked.

They would like to see changes, at least they can see more things and clues.

"Now, let's see who the prey is," Jason drew his weapon.

Nick glanced around the room and said with a forced smile, "Look at how these evil creatures attack."

As if in response, a deep laugh echoed through the room, like an owl taunting passers-by in the woods at night.

Crown felt a shadow appear in the corner of the room and then quickly retract into the wall.

He felt as if a real gaze was falling on him, and he looked around, searching for the source of the gaze.

On the wall, five eyes of three animals were staring at him.

In the room, three fur skins flew up without wind and onto the specimens on the long table.

The skeletal specimen seemed to have gone back in time and had grown flesh and blood again.

The animal heads on the wall broke free from their restraints and flew towards their former bodies.

Nick quickly recited a few Hermetic syllables, and as he waved his hands, strands of red light emanated from his fingertips and landed on the weapons of the two first-order warriors: "Del, you two go ahead and test the strength of these evil creatures."

He still wanted to train these low-level extraordinary teammates more.

Del swung his hammer and rushed towards the huge head of the brown bear. His two hammers hit the bear's head hard, but it was like hitting an anvil, sparks flew everywhere.

He couldn't help but fly backwards.

The bear's head only sank a few inches, without changing direction, and returned to the body.

At this time, the bear skin just covered the whole body.

Torres rushed towards the stag's body. He covered the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbed it hard. The sword became powerless after it sank into the flesh to a depth of half a palm.

The deer flying in the air lowered its head, revealing its sharp antlers, and suddenly charged towards him.

Torres hastily drew his weapon and tried to dodge to the side.

It seemed that it was stuck too tightly, so he did not draw his weapon immediately. By the time he thought of letting go and leaving, the deer head was less than two meters away from him.

Crown raised his sword and stepped forward. At the same time, he released the Giant Bear Breathing Technique, and his arm immediately turned into Popeye's arm.

In an instant he was in front of Torres. He pushed his teammate's body aside with one hand and swung his weapon with the other hand to chop down at the deer's head. He had enough strength to pause briefly before chopping down and then release a charged attack.

There is one more chapter, about 3,000 to 4,000 words, which will be late 　　 　 (end of this chapter)