"Humph……"
"Listen carefully, Jack. I'm going to tell you straight out. Your brains and methods are not enough to support you to continue to rise in the gang. Once these properties are handed over to you, you will quickly squander them all under the instigation of those bad friends."
"You talk like you're thinking about me!"
“This is exactly…!”
"What about you, Harvey? Do you think I don't know what you want to do? I just saw it... Grimman has already left on the boat!"
"you……"
"Not only my brothers, you probably never looked down on me from the beginning! You dream of getting rich and becoming a high-ranking person in the upper class! Now that you have a chance to get your starting capital, you want to appease me so that you can take the money and the title deed and sneak away... You're dreaming! You can't go anywhere with me here!"
"Jack! You damned—"
"boom!"
There were noises of fighting and collisions coming from the house, as well as more intense quarrels and insults.
"..."
Hitzfeld shook his head and climbed over the bushes to the next yard.
She has no mind to meddle in other people's household affairs.
I just feel a little sorry for old Weir.
She had never seen what the old man looked like when he was alive, but according to his neighbors, he always liked to move a chair and sit at the door in the afternoon, basking in the sun and smoking, and he would say hello to anyone who passed by.
It seemed that the street outside was warmer to him than the quiet courtyard and the comfortable home.
If the old man had not been alone at home at the time, would the probability of him being chosen as a "sacrifice" by the Eclipse Church be lower?
Putting all this aside for the moment, after a while, Hitzfeld finally got the opportunity she wanted.
Hiding behind a bush, I watched a car full of gray-clad policemen drive by.
The girl looked around, bent down, and jogged across the road.
In the dark night, her shadow stretched out on the road, folding up the wall with her footsteps, and from a distance it looked like a ghostly shadow moving.
Joseph's House...
Joseph's House...
In the alley next to the perfume shop, Hitzfeld kept recalling what Joey had said at that time.
He must be talking about the third doorway.
Stopping at the third doorway, the girl looked left and then right.
On both the left and the right?
This……
Which side is it?
She quietly took out the Plankton from under her skirt and turned on the safety pin. She was thinking about finding a store to go in and take a look first.
But at this point in time, it is still night, and if you touch the wrong place, you might be treated as an evil spirit.
At this moment, a crescent moon appeared from the clouds in the sky.
The faint moonlight poured into the alley and illuminated the left wall, allowing the girl to see the doorway on the left clearly - there was a layer of yellow-white unknown condensation about meters above the ground.
It looks a bit like... no, a booger.
"..."
She thought she knew which way it was.
"Bang bang."
Hitzfeld knocked on the door gently and said in a soft but very clear voice: "Mr. Joseph, it's me, Hitzfeld."
no respond.
His eyebrows jumped, and he looked around to make sure there was no one there, then Hitzfeld kicked the wooden door.
The houses in the alley were very simple, and the locks on the doors could only protect against decent gentlemen, so she kicked them open.
"Creak--"
The door popped open, revealing a pitch-black courtyard.
There was no grass or trees, just a concrete floor that was even smaller than her bedroom.
There was no light in the main house, no sound, and the front door was strangely open facing outwards, with total darkness inside.
Am I late?
A terrible idea popped up in her mind, and the girl held the gun and moved forward bit by bit.
"boom!"
Just then, she heard a sound similar to firecrackers exploding.
That was the sound of gunfire.
It seems to be... coming from the backyard opposite.
Chapter 21: Shock
He quickly turned around and rushed back to the alley. Hitzfeld raised his foot again, trying to kick the door open.
But the door was not locked at all - or the lock had been broken long before that! The door was still ajar, and such a strong kick made her lose her balance and stumble into it.
The front yard is right after the entrance, and the layout is the same as that of Joseph's house across the street. There is also an open door and a dim main house, but this time Hitzfeld smells a faint odor.
She was already familiar with the smell.
Unlike the pure corpse stench last time, this time it was mixed with an extremely strong smell of rust.
Hitzfeld was glad that her eyes had become accustomed to the darkness in Joseph's yard, which enabled her to immediately notice the obstacles under her feet after she bumped in, so as not to trip on the spot.
Are these all corpses?
After taking two steps to steady herself, she first looked back at the door behind her, then quickly shifted her gaze to the several dark shadows on the ground.
The color tone is darker than the environment, and it can be roughly seen that it is a human figure.
Putting the gun in his left hand, Hitzfeld reached into his chest with his right hand, pulled out a box of matches, opened it with one hand very deftly, pulled out a match, and lit it with two fingers.
"laugh!"
Orange flames exploded in the darkness, illuminating her face and the horrific scene in the front yard.
There are six bodies here in total.
One of them was dressed like a civilian and should be the owner of the house. The other five were wearing dark gray police uniforms, and there were several long-barreled rifles scattered on the ground.
Before the match went out, Hitzfeld looked over the bodies as quickly as possible and found that their injuries were completely different from Old Weir's.
The fatal wounds on old Weir's body were from the chest to the waist and abdomen. His torso was chopped to pieces by a huge machete, but other parts of his body had dense and obvious bruises, as if he had been cruelly abused before his death.
Without exception, these corpses were killed by a single blow - their torsos - either the front or the back, some even had the face... all had a long and narrow scratch.
The longest scratch was even more than one meter long, and the shortest was more than half a meter long. The ribs under the wound were all cut cleanly, and some even had their internal organs spilling out.
"Well……"
The girl covered her mouth and nose and took a step back, feeling like vomiting.
Regardless of whether Hitzfeld was really cold-blooded, it was the first time she had faced such a tragic situation.
This was much more exciting than the murder scene at the Weir family's home... When they arrived, old Weir had almost bled out, and his organs wouldn't be so... fresh.
"boom!"
Another gunshot was heard in the backyard.
Hitzfeld stood up quickly. She faced the main house, switched between the matches and the pistol, and clumsily pulled out a match with her left hand, holding it in her mouth, and lit it again with a click.
She then opened the matchbox, spat the lit match into it, and quickly threw it through the main house door.
The idea was good, but only half of the matches were lit at most, and most of them were scattered in the process of being thrown.
It's enough.
Hitzfeld clenched the Plankton and rushed into the house - all she wanted was to see clearly what was going on inside the house!
The layout of the "poor man's house" cannot be compared with that across the street. The corridor behind the door connects the living room, kitchen, toilet and bedroom at the same time, and the backyard is at the end of the corridor.
The flames illuminated the room, allowing Hitzfeld to confirm that no one was inside before rushing in.
So she passed through those rooms without any reluctance and rushed into the backyard like a gust of wind. She saw a tree at a glance and Detective Ethan who was half leaning against the tree, covering his stomach with one hand and holding a gun with the other.
"Beware!"
Ethan had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his hat was crooked on his head. When he saw the girl come in, he was stunned at first, then he took a deep breath to warn her.
"Don't stop! Keep running!"
Without this reminder, Hitzfeld would have wanted to stop or slow down to take a look at the situation.
But the moment she heard the warning, before her brain could understand the meaning, her body once again gathered strength to support herself and continue running quickly.
"call--"
The shoulder-length hair bounced and swung as she ran, and the girl seemed to hear the sound of a gust of wind, followed by the feeling of her hair being touched.
She ran behind the tree in a somewhat embarrassed manner, using Ethan as a shield, and only then did she have the leisure to look back and take a closer look.
The moonlight shone into the yard, highlighting a strange figure in clothes.
It was wearing a hat and a coat, with the collars on both sides raised high to cover most of its face. Two pairs of sickle-like weapons emerged from its wide sleeves, and if you looked closely enough, you could see blood dripping from them...
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Hitzfeld reached behind his head with his trembling left hand.
There is a bit less hair at the back.
The thing took a step forward, emerging completely from the shadows.
Hitzfeld stared in astonishment - it was only at this moment that she vaguely saw its face. It was clearly a mummy?
He was so skinny that he was just skin and bones. There were two blue flames burning in his eyes. His rotten facial skin could not cover his gums, exposing them. His organs were like canine teeth, sharp and cold...
"boom!"
Without Ethan's reminder, she aimed at its head and fired a shot.
"clang!"
Sparks appeared on the wall, deviating at least ten centimeters.
Hitzfeld: “…”
Ethan: “…”
This action obviously angered the opponent. It sped up and rushed towards the girl, then suddenly changed direction halfway and raised a sickle to slash at Ethan.
Ethan rolled over and dodged it in a panic.
"run!"
he shouted.
"Don't try to fight it! You can't win!"
"I'll hold it back! You go call for help!"
Don't underestimate people.
Hitzfeld half frowned.
He said nice things to let her run, but ever since she showed up, every attack of this thing happened to block the back door of the main house, and she had little chance to escape around it!
I don’t believe it——
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Ethan was hit, the girl suddenly jumped out from behind the tree, stuck close to the thing's forehead, and pulled the trigger with a fierce expression.
"boom!"
Sparks still appeared on the wall.
How can this be?
