Chapter 282 The Late Nighthawks
"Bang, bang!"
Two silver-white bullets flew past the armored crown ghost that was dodging in the sky. Below, the night watchmen in police uniforms chased the looming figure while shooting with their guns, and precious demon hunting bullets splashed out like they were free.
Leonard Mitchell was among them. He had just finished training in Wintershire and became an official member of the "Red Gloves". He had just arrived in Backlund this afternoon, but he didn't expect to be pulled in to carry out an emergency mission that evening.
He narrowed his eyes, aimed at the nimble figure in his spiritual vision, slowly pulled the trigger, and fired another "demon hunting bullet". He knew that against this kind of evil ghost, the "purification bullet" should be more effective, but unfortunately the night watchmen generally used the former.
After precise aiming, the bullet hit the armored ghost's head with a black crown, but at that moment, the opponent's figure faded, revealing the crimson moon behind him, and the entire "person" disappeared without any warning.
It's like he never existed.
At this moment, Leonard even thought he was hallucinating, but his teammates beside him also made doubtful sounds and put down their pistols. His new captain, Sequence 6 "Requiem Master" Soest, cursed angrily, completely failing to show his usual elegant image.
"Damn it, give me another second and I can control him!"
The Requiem Master can put spirits to sleep, and is good at dealing with the situation just now, but Soest has tried several times and has never made his ability work.
I'm afraid it will be the same even if I try a few more times...
Leonard secretly complained, and then a trace of sadness arose in his heart. These new team members were strong and rigorous, but lacked a sense of humor. After leaving Tingen, no one could catch his jokes.
If the Captain, if Klein and the others were still there...
"That guy looks a bit like the thief 'Black Emperor'..."
A night watchman beside him said to his companion.
Black Emperor?
Leonard, who had been undergoing closed training and had not paid attention to the news for a long time, looked at the other party puzzledly.
"Leonard, come with me. Let's check the villa that the young lady mentioned. The rest of you should search the places where that guy appeared earlier, especially the sewers and alleys. I suspect he's stalling for time to hide something."
Before he could think about it, Soest had already assigned the tasks with a serious face. Leonard had no choice but to follow the captain, walking through the messy streets and gardens, and entering the villa with the door open.
This is their mission target. Fifteen minutes ago, Earl Hall's daughter came to St. Samuel Church for help, saying that strange events had occurred here. Because the other party was a believer of the Goddess of Night, the Sost team on duty came to this area that was not originally under their jurisdiction and intervened in the incident.
The two men stepped into the living room. The tables, chairs and decorations in the room had been shattered in the explosion and scattered all over the floor. It was obvious that there were two explosion locations, and traces of blood were scattered radially on the carpet, but strangely, there was very little blood and flesh, only a strong smell of blood.
Leonard nervously pulled out his revolver, but Soster seemed accustomed to similar scenes. He walked quickly around the living room and along the side corridor to other rooms.
According to Audrey Hall's description, after passing through a corridor that seemed to have been destroyed by a heavy sword and a ceiling that collapsed, allowing them to directly see the living room on the second floor, they came to a reception room.
There was only a man in his thirties inside. He was wearing a gray tuxedo and had neatly trimmed hair and beard. At this moment, he had his eyes closed and fell on the floor next to the sofa. His chest was heaving and his breathing was steady.
Looking at the only survivor left in the villa, Soster sat directly on the sofa. Just as he was about to use his dream-entering ability, he looked at Leonard who was holding a pistol beside him as if he remembered something.
"Are you familiar with the Nightmare ability? This time, it's your turn."
He nodded his chin towards the unconscious man, signaling Leonard.
The latter nodded, put away his gun, and sat directly on the sofa next to the man. He held his forehead with one hand and half closed his eyes. A wave that Soster was very familiar with came from him.
About five minutes later, the new "Nightmare" opened his eyes, his emerald green pupils turned clear as he looked at his captain.
"His name is Stephen Hampres. He's a furniture dealer and a fan of the occult and psychology. Today, he invited Miss Audrey Hall and Ms. Eslante Osisleka to his home to discuss psychology. But after Miss Hall left, Eslante knocked him out. Well, that last point is just his own conjecture; he didn't see them do it in person."
After briefly telling Soest what he had asked in the dream, he looked at Hampres who was lying on the ground beside him. The latter had gradually woken up after being given extraordinary abilities by the nightmare, and climbed up by himself while groaning.
"You are...oh, officers, what happened? I think I had a nightmare, Ms. Eslant..."
His dark brown eyes were filled with confusion as he stood up, holding the back of his head.
"It's nothing serious, Mr. Hampres," Soest stood up from the sofa and straightened his police uniform. "Your guest today, Islant Osisleka, attacked you and your servants, then fled. Um... she may have caused a little damage to your villa along the way. Don't worry, we will bring her to justice."
Hampres, who hadn't yet distinguished reality from dreams, seemed to have fallen into a nightmare again, muttering:
"Islant? Why did she attack me? And destroy the villa?"
He staggered and fell onto the sofa, his eyelids drooped quickly, his head lowered, and he fell asleep again.
"Let him rest for a while, and we'll continue to look at other places."
The red-gloved captain lowered his right hand from his temples and turned to walk toward the gate.
Leonard was stunned by Soest's swift and decisive actions. He felt that the night watchmen in big cities had completely different styles from those in Tingen. However, he quickly reacted and left the reception room with Soest.
As the footsteps of the two gradually faded away, Hampres, who had fallen asleep, suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes, and grinned.
"Hmph, Nighthawks," he muttered with disdain, "Fortunately, I have the means to prevent them from doing this. Otherwise, they might find something they shouldn't see..."
He changed the subject, sounding doubtful.
"But what about Eslante? No, that's probably not her... I have to report to the jury as soon as possible, but not now. They might come back and continue questioning at any time..."
The sound gradually became lower, and Hampres closed his eyes again, lowered his head and fell asleep, as if he had been like this since the two Night Watchmen left.
…
As soon as they walked out of the villa, Soest and Leonard ran into another night watchman who was searching outside.
"Captain, we found something in the sewer on the street."
"Sure enough... take me there."
The three of them quickly came to the street. Leonard passed by the night watchman who was questioning a young couple. He said something to Soest and replaced the "Midnight Poet". He prepared to use his nightmare ability to conduct a brief investigation and perform the corresponding role.
He was about to speak when he suddenly froze, tilting his head to listen to something. It was not until the tall and thin man and the black-haired lady in front of him looked puzzled that he came to his senses and coughed lightly.
"Alan Kress? I need to ask you a few questions. Please answer truthfully."
He did not use his ability to enter dreams as planned, but instead took out a pen and paper and began to take notes like an ordinary police officer.
…
In the sewer, Soster was led by his men to a corner not far from the exit. In addition to the faint smell of sewage, the air here was also filled with a strong burnt smell.
The source of the stench was a corpse on the ground that was no longer recognizable as a human. It was hunched over, with its limbs tightened and its exterior charred black, not a single piece of good flesh visible. Its body was covered with tarot cards, including swords, wands, and various large cards. On top of them lay the words "Judgment" and "Justice" facing upwards.
Next to this "corpse", there is an eye-sized object with extraordinary properties, shaped like a diamond. Even in the dark sewer, it reflects a faint light from nowhere, as if it is in the starry sky.
The well-informed Soest knew that this was an extraordinary characteristic of an "astrologer".
Not only that, there were also some bits of dust condensing around the corpse, and a few of them had a hint of orange-red light, like burning debris around a fire, and were combining into a gradually larger, hot ball.
Another Beyonder Attribute?
Soest took a deep breath. Although he had never seen this phenomenon with his own eyes, it had long been circulated among the "Red Gloves".
Only a "shepherd" who has herded the souls of multiple Beyonders will continuously emanate Beyonder characteristics after death.
"Aurora Club!"
He whispered, causing the Nighthawk beside him to widen his eyes and look at his captain in surprise.
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