Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 508

October 12, 1841.

The largest trade hub city in the north of DIDU.

Lelag.

The cold wind in late autumn is biting.

The busy and crowded railway station is overcrowded.

In the billowing steam fog, the fat rich businessman, holding a thick stack of small bills in his hand, shouted at the coolies waiting to receive their wages, and spittle stars splashed.

Young people traveling for school, seeing off their loved ones, relatives and friends, boarded the train bound for the imperial capital with large and small bags.

The police officers on the platform to maintain order, wearing dark blue uniforms and long black riding boots, were polished. One hand held the small round hat on his head, the other hand held the baton, squeezed away the crowd and chased the fleeing pickpockets.

This time.

A train coming from the direction of the imperial capital slowly entered the station.

After the door is opened.

A pair of black low heeled women’s riding boots and dark trousers were stuffed into the slender legs of the boot barrel and jumped to the ground.

Followed by two young demon hunters in demon hunting regiment uniforms.

The local detective who picked her up.

Snuff out the half burnt cigarette, slap the ash, put it into the pocket of his coat, quickly walk over, stretch out his right hand and say, “senior detective lairag mather.”

“Vera.”

The detective let go of each other’s hand and looked over the beautiful but particularly cold face of the female hunter.

The two young men who fell behind her frowned and said, “there was a demon hunter who died in that case. Did you send two interns?

Is it reliable? ”

Now Vera has no childishness on her face.

The body under the black turtleneck sweater is more and more tall and mature.

The long black hair that originally reached the waist also turned into a short horsetail that only reached the shoulder.

From the pocket of the coat, stretch out the left hand whose skin is thin, white and tender, but there is a thin cocoon in the joint. Gently wave it, and a cigarette pops out of the cigarette box.

Bright red lips hold cigarette butts.

Exhale smoke after ignition.

Looking directly into the eyes of the senior detective, he raised his ring finger, his right hand wearing a wedding diamond ring, clamped down a cigarette and said indifferently, “it has nothing to do with you. Lead the way.”

Cold, no strangers.

Mather stopped talking.

After a silence, he said, “come with me.”

The two practising demon hunters looked at each other, glanced at Vera’s tall back and looked in awe.

Council of monitors, senior independent investigator, Vera Morgan Andorra.

A great man who has survived several major terrorist events.

Although there is a great chance of surviving with such a powerful demon hunter, there will be fewer chances of passing the examination.

Today’s demon hunting regiment is no better than before.

Five years ago.

After the wave of alienation, in order to make up for the shortage of manpower, the Council and cabinet passed legislation strictly requiring that the survival rate of demon hunter interns should not be less than 30%.

however…

The big man in front of them warned them before the task began: the world of demon hunters only has to win and die. Saving you once doesn’t mean you can save you a second time.

After getting on the bus.

One of the interns took out the Task Briefing in his pocket.

Because it is the task of Intelligence Acquisition and on-site disposal.

Therefore, in addition to knowing that there are evil spirits in the mission site, the specific risk coefficient and whether there are demons are unknown.

For the newcomers who did not master the sequence secret, lacked experience and just graduated a week ago, Mantel’s house is like a dangerous dark forest.

A little carelessness will kill you on the spot.

The car engine roared.

The old streets of laelag are crowded with traffic.

Buildings and low shops flashed through the windows.

Thirty minutes later.

An inaccessible suburban manor.

The car stopped outside a cordon.

After getting off the bus.

The senior detective looked at the gloomy and strange house, took a deep breath and said, “next it’s up to you, demon hunter.”

Vera didn’t respond and walked alone to the huge house.

Two interns hurried to catch up.

“Lord Vera, in the teaching materials of the college, in case of a house with evil spirits, shouldn’t we first investigate the relevant case details around the dead?

We just ran straight in… ”

Vera said coldly, “the reality is far more complicated than the teaching materials. Do you think the mantel family have time to wait for us to start the investigation step by step?”

“Uh…”

Stop at the door of the murderous house.

Vera turned and said coldly, “before the investigation is over, the people here are dead, okay?”

This time.

Another young man with a baby face suddenly said, “why don’t they move and leave here?”

Vera didn’t respond and went into the house.

The young man who spoke earlier, Robbie ourong, looked at his colleagues with the eyes of an idiot and said helplessly, “are you serious?

I don’t know why you’re in a group with me. ”

The implication.

If it’s useful to move, why do you need a demon hunter?

There are three people living in Mantel’s murder house.

City Councilor clemento mantel, his two children.

The supernatural incident began half a month ago. During this period, two servants, a cook, a gardener who came to work regularly, and his wife, Mrs. mantel, have died one after another.

It’s sad to die.

Now?

The most serious victim of evil spirits is clemento’s 10-year-old son, who shows a state of unclear consciousness, slow decay of his body and backward reading of some strange poems.

The two interns just walked to the door of the bedroom.

The strong pungent stench pushed them out of the door.

“God…”

Vera frowned and went into the bedroom to deal with the pollution of the little boy’s soul room. At the same time, she ordered them to look elsewhere in the murderous house and try to find some useful clues.

Maybe it’s an evil thing entrenched here. The demon hunter is not welcome.

Perhaps it is the cruel reality of the demon hunter. There is no sympathy and compassion for the naive.

Ten minutes after they stepped into Mantel’s house.

The baby face, who entered the basement alone to investigate, suddenly gave out a shrill scream like a pig.

At the same time, there is the huge roar of machinery.

“Philip! Damn it…”

Waiting for another intern Robbie, he ran all the way to the basement and waited for him. Only a body stuffed into the washing machine twisted into a twist, like a pool of rotten meat mixed with clothes.

The blood of the big beach splashed on the ceiling, sticky and dripping like rain.

Suddenly.

The wooden door behind Robbie suddenly closed.

The lights in the basement flickered and made a noise of current.

The cold wind, like a pair of wet and frozen hands, gently brushed his back neck.

later.

Like the evil laughter from the far shore, it sounded quietly.

This moment.

The violent adrenaline accelerated his breathing madly, with bean sized cold sweat and dense exudation from his forehead and back.

Vaguely.

A woman in gorgeous clothes with her hair covering her face flashed away in the afterglow of his vision.

This time.

Robbie, who kept telling himself that he was calm, couldn’t support it anymore. Like all the frightened people, he turned and frantically hammered the wooden door of the basement. He shouted in hysterical panic, “help! Somebody let me out!

Dimension

The name hasn’t been called out yet.

With great invisible power, he grabbed his clothes and dragged them back.

At the same time, there were evil spirits, and the gloomy and evil laughter lingered.

Just when the frightened intern thought he was dead.

The door of the basement was suddenly kicked open by violence!