Chris parked his car on the street, and through the window, he could see the low two-story building where the grocery store was located across the street.

"Claire, you guys stay in the car." Chris turned his head and said, "I can go alone. You haven't had a day off."

"It's okay, I can stand it." Claire said indifferently.

"No, you guys stay in the car." Chris shook his head, "I said, I can handle this alone."

Claire raised her eyebrows, she looked at Chris, hesitated and said, "Okay, you can do it."

Chris looked at Joanna sitting in the back row. She looked very tired, and Ota, who was sitting next to her, looked very tired, and was resting with her eyes closed.

Chris walked out of the car, and the cool and humid air made him shudder. It was almost early morning, and it was the time when people were sleeping the most. There was not a single person on the street, and a strange silence appeared in the faint night fog. Chris felt a little uneasy, hesitated for a moment, and took out a box from under the seat and handed it to Claire.

"Just in case," Chris said briefly, then closed the door.

"What is that?" Joanna asked, noticing that Claire's expression was a little complicated.

Claire didn't reply, she opened the box, which contained a Beletta pistol and two full magazines.

Just like most small shops in the town, the grocery store owner's home is upstairs. Chris stood in front of the grocery store and called the phone directly in the grocery store. Chris could hear it, and the phone ringing sounded very clear on the quiet night.

"Hey - hello." A man's mumbled voice came from the phone, and Chris could hear that it was the grocery store owner's voice.

"I'm a policeman, and a murder just happened," Chris said. "We need you to cooperate with the investigation now, and now I'm downstairs of your house."

"Homicide!" said the man in panic, "It has nothing to do with me, Mr. Police, I have nothing..."

"Okay, please go downstairs and open the door now." Chris interrupted him rudely, saying in a threatening tone: "It's midnight now, we don't want to disturb the residents nearby, otherwise we will force ourselves into it."

"Okay, OK..." the grocery store owner said nervously. The phone hung up, and Chris heard the rushing footsteps. The small window on the door opened, and the grocery store owner looked out nervously.

Chris took out his police officer's certificate and showed him a flashlight, "A murder just happened. I have something to ask you. Please cooperate with the investigation."

The door opened and the grocery store owner was wearing a striped pajama, which made him look even thinner. Then the dim lights in the room, the man recognized Chris and looked even more nervous.

"Hey, I don't want to get into trouble," said the grocery store owner. "If you were asking about that girl, I said, I don't know anything."

"Someone died, it's a boy." Chris closed the door and looked at him and said coldly, "I'm not scaring you, but that guy died miserably, and the murderer took out his heart."

The grocery store owner's face turned pale and he looked at Chris in horror, "I...I don't know anything."

"You are lying." Chris stared at him, "You are basking in the sun outside the door during the day, and you see the murderer who took Shirley away."

The grocery store owner was stunned for a moment, avoided Chris's sight, shrank and retreated, leaning weakly against the counter.

"Listen, the one who died is one of the people who hurt Shirley." Chris said in a deep voice, "Who do I need to hurt Shirley, otherwise more people will die."

The grocery store owner hesitated, obviously he was worried about something. After a long time, he muttered, "I don't want to cause trouble. I don't know more than you, I mean..."

"Hell," Chris said angrily, grabbing the man's collar, pulling a gun out of his arms and pressing it on his head, "Speak out everything you know or I'll break your head."

"I said...I said..." The grocery store owner said in horror, with a cold gun on his forehead, and he had no courage to test Chris' patience. "I...I saw two people taking the girl yesterday..." He hesitated, "I know one of them...Bill, he is, he is Sheriff Swan's nephew."

Chris couldn't help feeling anger. He let go of the grocery store owner. Now everything was clear. The bastard sheriff was covering up his nephew, the murderer who cruelly hurt Shirley. Chris had an impulse to find Swan and his bastard nephew now and then shoot their heads with a gun.

"Bang, bang!" The gunshot came from outside the house without any warning, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Chris was shocked and immediately rushed out of the door. The car that was originally parked across the street was parked obliquely on the street. At that moment, he vaguely saw something flying past the roof of the car across the street and disappearing into the night.

Chris glanced around vigilantly, then ran over, the door opened, and Claire and the other two jumped out of the car. Claire held a gun in his hand and watched the darkness nervously.

"What happened?" Chris asked, "Is it you who fired?"

Claire nodded, glanced at Joanna and Ota who were still in shock and said seriously: "Something just attacked our car."

"What is it?" Chris asked.

"I didn't see clearly, it might be an eagle or something." Claire said uncertainly, pointing at the car, "You can see it yourself."

Chris leaned his head into the car and was surprised to find that several slender holes were torn open on the roof, and there were two bullet holes next to it. The dim moonlight shone into the carriage.

"We sat in the car, and then the thing's claws suddenly grabbed through the roof, and then," Joanna paused, "it seemed to want to grab the car and fly away."

"It's impossible," Chris said. "The roof cannot withstand the weight of the entire car."

"But it did." Claire looked at Chris. "I shot and drove the guy away when the car just left the ground. It let go of the car and threw us on the ground, which was not very high."

Chris frowned and breathed a long time ago, he turned around and looked in the direction of the grocery store. The timid boss had already closed the door tightly. Chris turned his head, "I know the murderer who hurt Shirley."

Claire and Joanna both looked at Chris, and Chris hesitated, "The grocery store owner said that he saw two people plunder Shirley yesterday, one of whom is now lying in the morgue, and the other is the nephew of Director Swan."

No one spoke, Chris looked at the silent Joanna, she seemed calm, but Chris could feel her deep anger and hatred.

"Joanna." Chris held her shoulder, "I know it's a contradiction. We all hate those bastards, but we have to stop Shirley from killing them and we'll save Shirley."

Joanna raised her head and looked at Chris with a burning look. Chris felt a little heartbroken for no reason. He looked into Joanna's eyes, "We will rescue Shirley, and after this, those bastards will also be punished as they deserve."

"We'll succeed," Claire said. "We'll end it all."

Joanna looked at Claire, then looked at Chris, and nodded slightly.

Having already known the relationship between the murderer and Swan, Chris decided to go to the police station to show off with Swan. He had to convince Swan to find him before "Sherley" killed Swan's nephew. Chris called the police station, but it was obvious that Swan had greeted the police. The policeman who was connecting with the wiring just said perfunctory Chris and hung up the phone. Chris had no choice.

"What should we do if we meet 'Sherry'?" Chris asked while driving. Thinking of the strange powers when he encountered it before, Chris was puzzled, "Ota, what can you do?"

"The demon can see through our inner weaknesses and mess up our minds," Ota said. "There is only one thing we can do - don't get lost in desire."

To be honest, Ota was almost nonsense, even the psychics themselves knew that no one spoke. Chris parked the car in front of the police station, got out of the car and walked straight into the police station. Seeing Chris, the policeman at the door seemed to want to stop him, but Chris ignored it and quickly broke into Swan's office. It happened that Swan was sitting behind his desk, and a policeman was talking to him. Seeing Chris come in, he was stunned for a moment, and then let the policeman go out.

"What do you want to say?" Swan said with a stern look on his face.

Chris stared at him coldly, "I know everything. One of the people who hurt Shirley is your nephew."

Swan shivered, and a panic expression appeared on his face, "You, what are you talking nonsense."

"Shou t t t and I pretend to be confused!" Chris said angrily, "You knew about this from the beginning. You hindered the investigation of the case, and you threatened the grocery store owner not to testify until someone died. You were still trying to cover up the matter. I think you know, the bastard who just died and murdered the girl with your nephew."

Swan was stunned, then he collapsed on the chair and looked at Chris in panic.

"To be honest, I wish I could kill your bastard nephew myself." Chris narrowed his eyes and said in a threatening tone, "But I have to keep him alive and tell me where is he?"

The sheriff sat in the chair without saying anything, he was hesitating, his ugly fat face collapsed tightly, and after a while, he muttered, "Okay, that kid is at my house now."

"You left him alone there?" Chris asked.

"I've sent someone over," the sheriff said. "Two policemen with guns."

"We have to take him to the police station." Chris shook his head. "Whatever it was to kill the unlucky guy, if he went to find your nephew, the two policemen would not be able to stop it."

Swan narrowed his eyes and looked at Chris, thinking about his words. Chris sneered, "Maybe you can bet to see if your bastard nephew will die even worse."

"Okay, I'll let them bring Bill here." The sheriff compromised, he picked up the phone and dialed the number, but no one answered it for a long time.

Chris frowned, "What's wrong?"

"No one answered." Swan muttered uneasyly, calling the police officer he sent, but no one answered. The sheriff showed an uneasy expression. He dialed the phone again, but only heard a monotonous beep.

"I'm afraid something happened?" he said to Chris, his voice terrified and panic.

"We'll rush over now," Chris said decisively, "Call yours, right away."

Claire and the other two sat on the bench in the corridor outside the office. The three of them were exhausted. Joanna and Ota leaned tiredly on the back of the chair. Seeing Chris and the police chief hurried out, Claire stood up and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"The police sent to find the second murderer can't be contacted, I'll go there now," Chris said, thinking for a moment, "You guys stay here."

Claire and Joanna did not refute. They knew what Chris meant. Since the police on that side could no longer contact him, it was very likely that "Sherry" was there, and Chris was worried that they would encounter danger when they went with him.

Swan called two more police officers, plus Chris, and the four of them drove to Swan's home in two police cars. On the way, Swan tried to contact the police officers who had been sent to their homes before, but no one replied.

Swan's house is close to the edge of the town, and there are not many nearby houses. It is already early in the morning. Under the dark blue sky, the neighborhood filled with morning mist is quiet and weird. When the car drove outside the yard of Swan's house, Chris saw a police car parked on the street, which should be the cars of the two policemen who had lost contact.

"There is no one in the car." Chris whispered, and the headlights shone into the cab of the police car opposite, and there was no one inside.

Swan parked his car at the door of the yard. Chris took out his gun and walked vigilantly into the yard. Forty thousand and two policemen followed him. The yard was quiet, with the footsteps of several people clearly audible, and the cold and humid air was filled with unsettling depression.

The house of Swan's house was dark with lights. From the courtyard gate to the house was a tiled aisle, with lawns on both sides. Near the courtyard wall, there were low bushes and a few not-short trees. Chris's eyes swept through the shadow, and surprised him, he found that there seemed to be a man lying in the bushes.

"There is something happening in the bushes." Chris whispered, then walked slowly over with his gun. Swan and the two policemen looked at each other, took out the gun, and followed Chris.

The closer he got to that thing, the clearer he could capture the blood in the air. Chris turned on the tactical hanging lamp. Under the pale light, a man in a police uniform lay there motionlessly.

"Oh, my God." A policeman whispered, his voice trembling violently.

The man died, without any doubt, because his shoulders were empty, his head and most of his neck were gone, and his pink muscles and white soft tissue were exposed, and there was a large piece of blood on the ground, which was caused by blood spurting out from the carotid artery - it seemed that this unlucky guy had his head ripped off by something alive.

Swan frowned and opened the pocket of the man's uniform and took out the police ID from it. "This guy is Billy, poor guy." He looked around, "Gust came with him, where did that guy go."

"They should have a walkie-talkie on them," said Chris, pointing to the hand table on the shoulder of the body, "to contact them with this, if they are nearby, we can hear it."

A policeman who came with him nodded and shouted in the channel with his own hand counter. To their surprise, they heard the sound of a call coming from the direction of the big tree next to them.

Several people followed the sound, and the tree was planted next to the house. The branches and leaves were textured under the dark blue sky, forming a dark shadow. When they walked under the tree, the policeman talked on the intercom again. This time they heard it clearly, and the sound came from the top of their heads.

"Tick" A policeman felt something dripping on his shoulder. He was stunned for a moment and raised his head, but could not see anything in the shadow of the tree canopy. "Tick", something dripped on his face, cold and sticky, with a disturbing smell.

The policeman took out a flashlight and shone it up uneasily-

"Ah!" With a scream of horror, the policeman couldn't help but collapsed onto the ground.

Chris quickly turned around and raised his gun to be on guard, "What did you find?" Chris asked.

"In... on... hell..." the policeman said incoherently, even his voice was distorted by fear.

Chris walked over and slowly raised his gun. Under the light of the tactical lamp, a man hung upside down on the branches not far from the ground, his pale and twisted face was full of pain and fear. On the top of his head, several holes that penetrated the skull, blood mixed with brain matter, slowly falling down drop by drop...
Chapter completed!