Dark Demon Warlock Chapter 26

  Chapter 26 Werewolves (Part 2)

  How could a werewolf suddenly appear?

   Could it be because the moon is full, so I ran out to relax?

  Yate is not sure whether the werewolf in this world is the same as the legend in his previous life, he only knows that this guy is very fierce!

  It seems to be habitually slightly hunched over, but despite this, the height is still more than 2 meters.

The body surface is covered with thick hair, no clothes (not torn, but not worn), a big fluffy tail hangs behind him, his muscles are not inferior to those fitness madmen in his previous life, and his abdomen with less hair can be seen Up to 8 pack abs, each one is wider than his palm.

   With strong and slender limbs, he was holding a human corpse in one hand, and the blood was still dripping.

   It appears that one person was killed before he could make a sound.

  There is a wolf's head on the thick neck, the broad kiss is slightly open, the fangs are dripping with blood, and a pair of green eyes are staring at Art without any emotion.

  Yat entered the state when he killed the zombies yesterday, the moonlight gathered on him, and the murderous aura condensed on his brows like frost.

   also looked back without the slightest emotion!

   No matter whether this guy is sane or not, he can't show cowardice.

   "Crack!" The werewolf's sharp toes scratched the stone-paved road with several cracks, and the sound was extremely clear in the silent night.

  Yate raised the bull ax in his hand.

  The polished ax blade cast a cold light in the moonlight.

   "Boom!" As if intimidated by the momentum, the werewolf suddenly dropped the corpse in his hand, arched his body, and ran away like a wolf.

   One jump is seven or eight meters, fast and wild, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

  Yate also quietly got off the wall and returned to the house.

   First pack up those ritual items and hide them under the bed.

in case.

   Not long after, a loud noise was heard.

  He learned his lesson this time. He waited for the neighbors to go out before he followed him out of the door.

   Just met the neighbor on the right coming out.

  A brown-skinned middle-aged man first poked his head around the door for a while, and then walked out after spotting him.

   His predecessor only knew his surname Bird, but he didn't know his specific name. In the past four years, he had spoken less than 10 sentences, of which greetings accounted for 9 sentences.

   "Together?" After walking out of the house, this Mr. Bird immediately raised his head and chest, inviting him pretending to be calm.

   "Together." Arthur nodded.

  The 10th sentence is the sentence "together", but last time there was a fight, and the neighbors around came out to persuade the fight (to watch the excitement).

  The two walked towards the intersection together.

   There is already a half circle of people around.

  The reason why it is a half circle is because the patrol team occupies the other half of the space, and there is a steam car parked behind it.

   Square and square, with sharp edges and corners, thick body and thick tires, it looks like a sturdy and durable model.

   This patrol team has a total of 5 people, 3 whites and 2 blacks, all of whom are strong.

  The older middle-aged white man was squatting down to examine the corpse. The other two white men each held a gun similar to a shotgun. The two black men held a machete and a javelin, and their breath was more fierce than the three white men.

  5 people didn't care about being watched, and they just wanted to ask these people for clues, which saved them a lot of time.

  Yate mixed in the crowd, and after looking at the two corpses, a strange expression flashed in his eyes.

  Could these two guys be the ones who came to tie him up?

   Wearing black night clothes, strong body, with a weapon, and a rope, no tattoos, fingers, skin, etc. do not seem to be hanging out on the street.

   However, it is not important anymore.

  The death conditions of the two people were extremely tragic, their hearts were pulled out, and most of their necks were bitten off.

  The timid person dared not look again after only one glance, but refused to leave.

  Stay here for news.

  What commits the crime, what precautions need to be taken, and whether to move.

  The white man in charge of the inspection frowned.

   In fact, without checking him, he already knew what the crime was.

   This is the 3rd time!

   3 consecutive months, once a month.

   It's just that the murderer is very cunning, and each crime takes no more than 5 minutes. He comes and goes like the wind, leaving no useful clues at all.

  They only deduced that the murderer was a werewolf professional, who committed crimes every time the moon was full, and the hunting targets were all strong and healthy humans in the outer city who had no bad habits, and the number of them was less than 3.

   To be honest, the impact is not great.

   After he got up, the four team members looked over one after another.

   Make eye contact.

   "That guy again?"

"Um."

   "It's for nothing again."

  After they had a brief exchange, the middle-aged white man who was in charge of the inspection before stood up again and asked, "Did any of you see the murderer?"

  No one said anything.

   "Sure enough." They were not disappointed, or they didn't have expectations.

   "Does anyone know the deceased?" The middle-aged white man asked again.

   Still no one answered.

  The middle-aged white man stroked the short beard on his chin, and glanced vaguely at the surrounding crowd.

   divided into several times.

   Judging from the scene, the two deceased came here to kidnap someone, but unfortunately they were killed.

   But, are they really unlucky, or is the werewolf waiting for them on purpose?

   Quickly glanced at Yate, paused for a moment, and staggered away before attracting Yate's attention.

  Yate's "taste" is completely different from those around him.

   Also paid attention to a young man with an excited expression and a silent middle-aged man who was always staring at the corpse.

   "Captain Barry, what is it that kills?" Someone knew middle-aged white man, Dick Barry, the captain of the patrol team, and seeing that he stopped asking questions, he immediately asked the most concerned question.

   "Don't worry, everyone, the murderer only commits crimes once a month, and he won't commit crimes in the same place continuously." Dick Barry's way of comforting Arter didn't know what to say.

   Is it a characteristic of this era?

  However, it did have the effect he wanted.

  Everyone dispersed after muttering a few words.

  Yate also turned around.

   "Mr. red hair, Mr. wearing glasses, and you, please wait a moment." Dick Barry stopped the three people he was following.

  Art stopped and turned back.

   "Captain Barry, what's the matter? I have to go to work in the morning." The young man wearing glasses asked a little excitedly.

   "What do you do?" Dick Barry asked in a deep voice.

   "Reporter." After some hesitation, the young man finally answered honestly.

  Dick Barry was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized.

   No wonder there is such an excited expression!

   "You are not allowed to report on this case, do you hear me?" He warned him directly without beating around the bush.

  This is the characteristic of this era.

   "Listen... I heard it." The young man struggled for a moment, but still reluctantly succumbed.

   "Okay, you can go back." Dick Barry waved his hand.

   "What about you?" Looking at Art.

   "Student." Arthur replied neither humble nor overbearing.

   "Which school?" Dick Barry had a look of doubt in his eyes.

  It's not that he has never been in contact with college students. Except for the descendants of those noble officials, it is almost impossible to have this kind of aura and mentality.

   "Professor Hughes' student." Strictly speaking, Art is no longer a student of Moya University.

   "Professor Hughes?" Dick Barry was taken aback.

   "Professor Amos Hughes." Art said.

   "It's okay, please go back." Dick Barry nodded, his tone was much gentler, and he even showed a smile.

  (end of this chapter)

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