Dark Demon Warlock

How could a werewolf suddenly appear?

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

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

He seems to be slightly hunched over habitually, but despite this, his height is still over 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.

His limbs were strong and slender, and 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 the slightest emotion.

Yate 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 look back without the slightest emotion!

Regardless of whether this guy is rational or not, he can't show cowardice.

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

Art raised the bullaxe in his hand.

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

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

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

Art 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.

This time he learned his lesson and waited until the neighbors around him went out before he followed him out of the door.

Just happened to meet 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, Mr. Bird immediately raised his head and chest, inviting him pretending to be calm.

"Together." Arthur nodded.

The tenth 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 a steam car is parked behind it.

Square and square, with sharp edges and corners, thick body and thick tires, it is the kind of sturdy and durable model at first glance.

There are 5 people in this patrol team, 3 whites and 2 blacks, all of them 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. Their breath was more fierce than the three white men.

The five 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?

He was dressed in black night clothes, with a strong body, a weapon, and a rope. No tattoos were seen, and his fingers, skin, etc. did not look like he was hanging out on the street.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

The death conditions of the two were extremely miserable, their hearts were ripped 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 for news.

What committed the crime, what to do to prepare for it, and whether to move.

The white man in charge of the inspection frowned.

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

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 during the full moon days, hunting and killing people in the outer city who were strong and healthy and had no bad habits, and the number of them was less than 3.

To be honest, not much.

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

Make eye contact.

"It's 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 weren't disappointed, or they didn't have expectations in the first place.

"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 his eyes glanced vaguely at the surrounding crowd.

Do this several times.

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

But were they really unlucky, or was the werewolf waiting for them on purpose?

He quickly glanced over Yate, and after a slight pause in his eyes, he staggered away before attracting Yate's attention.

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

It also focuses on a young man with an excited expression and a silent middle-aged man who keeps staring at the corpse.

"Captain Barry, what is it that kills?" Someone knew the 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 feature of this era?

However, it did have the effect he wanted.

After muttering a few words, everyone dispersed.

Arthur also turned around.

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

Arthur stopped and turned around.

"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 hesitating for a while, 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 gave in helplessly.

"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.

"A student of Professor Hughes." 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.