"Now that the monster's killing pattern has been determined, there is no need to use the Doom Sketch Board."
Felin suggested to Ivy.
Although so far, no one has died due to using the Sketchpad of Doom, it would be best not to use the Sketchpad of Doom.
"Well, there is no need to use it anymore."
Ivy nodded, something like the Doom Sketchpad can naturally be used without using it.
The two walked out of the house. Outside, more than a dozen police officers in charge of guarding had already looked frightened. Zhumana had already told them the news that they might have been targeted by monsters.
Seeing Felin and Ivy walking out, more than a dozen people gathered around them, with hopeful faces on their faces.
They know that the only ones who can protect them now are Felin and Ivy.
"How many people in total have had close contact with dead bodies?"
Ivy asked.
"In total, there are more than twenty people."
Zhumana did a mental calculation and replied.
"Let the corpses inside be taken away. All people who had close contact with yesterday's and today's corpses will gather in this house tonight."
Ivy gave the order.
"Are you going to stay in this house tonight?"
Many people felt embarrassed when they heard that they were going to stay in this house tonight.
This is a house where people died. Staying in such a house overnight, even the police officers who think they are braver, can't help but feel a little intrusive.
"It's okay if you don't spend the night here. Which of you has a house nearby, preferably big enough to accommodate more than twenty people?"
Seeing these people's taboos, Felin asked.
"My, my residence is nearby, and it's big enough."
A middle-aged male police officer raised his hand and said.
"Then everyone will stay at your place tonight, and your family will temporarily stay at a relative's house or rent a hotel outside."
Flynn said.
"Okay, okay."
The middle-aged male police officer quickly agreed.
At night, more than twenty people gathered in the living room of a house.
Some of them were sitting on the sofa, some were sitting on chairs, and some were sitting on the floor.
There were too many people and not enough chairs for them to sit.
These people are people who have come into contact with yesterday's or today's corpse. Most of them are police officers, but there are also a few ordinary people.
In another room next to the living room, Felin and Ivy sat in the room, always paying attention to the situation in the living room.
Next to them is a panel of doom covered with cloth.
"I wonder if you will come?"
Feilin thought to himself.
More than twenty people who had come into contact with the corpse were all gathered together, but any normal person would notice that there was something abnormal in this.
If the monster has high intelligence, it will definitely be able to detect abnormalities and guess that it is a trap, so it will not appear.
It's not that they didn't take this into consideration, it's just that there are only two of them, and it's impossible to protect these people separately.
As for allocating manpower to the Security Bureau, it is unrealistic. It is impossible to dispatch so many manpower just for such a mission.
Now I just hope that the monster's intelligence is not too high to see that this is a trap.
Time passed little by little, and the monster had not yet appeared, and everyone was becoming more and more tormented.
Felin looked at Ivy, who was wearing trousers instead of a skirt to facilitate movement, showing off her slender legs, and asked after hesitation.
"Do you think monsters have other killing patterns?"
"Other killing patterns?"
Ivy raised her head and looked at Felin, her cold face showing a thoughtful look, and asked.
"What do you think?"
"Nick Demps was the person who had close contact with the corpse, but he was also the first person to discover and touch the corpse. Could the monster targeting their family have something to do with this?"
Flynn said.
"Do you suspect that the first person who touched the corpse triggered some kind of mark left by the monster on the corpse?"
Ivy asked thoughtfully.
"That's one possibility, but there's another possibility."
Felin nodded and then said.
"Judging from the deaths of these two families, the monster will attack after the target falls asleep, which may be related to its ability."
"Perhaps, when the first person who came into contact with the body broke in, the monster did not leave, but was just hidden so that no one could see it."
"When the first person who came into contact with the corpse went home, the monster would sneak in quietly, wait until the family fell asleep at night, and then kill them with its power."
Upon hearing Felin's second speculation, Ivy's expression suddenly changed.
If the monster really kills people based on the second speculation, then the monster is likely to be in someone's home at this time, and that family is extremely dangerous at this time.
She stood up, walked outside to the living room, and asked.
"Who was the first person to come into contact with today's body?"
"I, it's me, sir...why are you asking this?"
A short and thin man not wearing a police uniform said.
"I suspect a monster is lurking in your home. Lead the way to your home immediately."
Ivy said seriously.
"Ah, a monster is lurking...in my house?"
The short and thin man's face became panicked. He had realized that his family was in danger, and he quickly begged for help.
"Sir, please save my family."
"It might still be too late to take me there now, so hurry up and lead the way."
Ivy said.
"Yes Yes."
The short and thin man quickly led the way.
Ivy turned around and said to Felin.
"I can go alone, and you will guard this place. After all, it is just our guess that is not certain. People here may also be targets."
"good."
Felin nodded in agreement. Someone really needed to stay here to protect him.
Ivy's strength is superior to his, so it is indeed the most suitable choice for Ivy to go.
The short and thin man and Ivy left. Felin did not return to the room. Instead, he sat in the living room with more than 20 people, feeling highly alert.
Now he is the only one here. If a monster attacks, he must react in time.
Otherwise, casualties are likely to occur, and even he himself may be in danger if the monster attacks him first.
Half an hour after Ivy left.
Snap, snap, snap!
Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the house, slowly approaching here.
Although there were more than twenty people in the room, no one was talking and it was completely silent.
The sudden sound of footsteps was immediately heard clearly.
"Something...is coming!"
Someone's body was trembling and his mouth seemed to be knotted.
"Monster, the monster must be here!"
Some people were so frightened that their faces were as pale as paper, without any trace of blood.
Felin's body suddenly tensed up, and he stretched out his hand to silence himself. He didn't care that there were ordinary people around him, and quickly summoned the mysterious gun from the back of his left hand and held it in his hand.
Snap, snap, snap!
The footsteps become louder and louder. This happens because the owner of the footsteps is getting closer and closer.
Finally, the footsteps were so close that they seemed to be at the door.
Bang, bang, bang!
There was a sudden knock on the door, and someone was already sweating.
But just at this moment, there was a sound.
"It's me, open the door."
What sounded outside the house was Ivy's voice.
"It's Miss Ivy, it's Miss Ivy and they are back."
After a false alarm, Zhumana came to the door and opened it.
Outside the door, Ivy and several people walked in.
In addition to the short and thin man from before, there are two old men and a young woman, who should be the short and thin man's family members.
"No?"
Felin put away the mysterious gun, followed Ivy into the inner room, looked at Ivy and asked.
"Well, I checked the entire residence and found that there was indeed nothing there. Just in case, I brought the person here."
Ivy frowned slightly.
"It seems that my previous guess was wrong."
Felin's brows couldn't help but frown slightly.
The guess is wrong. The target of the monster is still the people who have come into contact with the corpse. Is this really the case?
His eyes fell on the doom drawing board next to him, he hesitated for a moment and said.
"I still feel something's not right, I'm going to use the Doom Sketchpad to search."
"It's best not to use this kind of thing. Why don't you wait for a while?"
Ivy knew the dangers of this kind of thing and didn't really want to use the Doom Sketchpad, so she said.
"I don't plan to wait any longer. Anyway, the worst cases of those who have used it so far have only been seriously injured."
Felin shook his head, reached for the doom drawing board, and lifted off the cloth covering it.
Pick up a piece of white paper and clip it to the Doom Sketchpad.
Then, he picked up a piece of clothing from the side and brought it close to the doom drawing board.
This piece of clothing was taken off the body of the dead Nick Demps, so it was bound to be contaminated with the monster's scent.
Swish——
As the clothes get closer to the doom drawing board, the white paper on the doom drawing board changes.
A large number of oil colors appeared out of thin air on the white paper, mixed together, as if someone had scribbled all the paint on it.
The changes have just begun.
The paint on the white paper seems to be alive, moving on the white paper.
As it moved, the original random graffiti gradually took shape, and tables, chairs and other objects appeared.
Finally, an interior oil painting appeared on the white paper.
There are dining tables, chairs, ceiling gas lamps and other objects in the picture.
Under the table, there was a puppy with white hair sleeping.
"Is the monster here?"
Felin looked at the oil painting. There was no monster in the oil painting, but the monster was probably right where the oil painting was.
"It should have something to do with someone outside."
Ivy came forward to watch. Because she was so close, the scent of shampoo wafted from her long blue hair.
"Take it outside and ask."
Felin immediately picked up the oil painting, took it outside, and asked aloud.
"Do any of you have any impressions of this place?"
Upon hearing Feilin's inquiry, more than twenty people in the living room outside immediately came forward and looked at the oil painting in Feilin's hand.
"I don't recognize it."
"I don't recognize it either."
Many people shook their heads and stepped aside to make room for others to watch.
"This, this is my home!"
Suddenly, a young policewoman in police uniform said in panic.
The scene painted in the oil painting is clearly that of her restaurant.