"Why so many dogs?" Schiller shook off the blood on his hands and said with some confusion as he looked at the three or four strong hounds that rushed out of the door.
"These dogs were fed fat and strong, which proves that the lighthouse must be guarded by someone, but I don't know if they are still alive now." Schiller said after sighing.
"What to do? Kill or run?"
"Kill them all. If no food is found, it can be used as a reserve." Schiller waved to Greedy, who blinked.
"Give me the knife," Schiller said.
"You want to fight in close combat?" Greedy hesitated, and said, "Trauma may be curable, but rabies cannot be cured."
"There are only two bullets left in this gun." Schiller said, and then he didn't say much and asked Greed to throw the knife to him, but he didn't put down the shotgun. If he faced people, he might be afraid of people grabbing the gun.
I don’t have such worries about dogs.
Schiller was holding the knife, turned the gun around, and grabbed the handle of the gun again. The moment the lead dog flew towards him, he ducked sideways, grabbed the handle of the gun and stabbed the side hard, and the slender shotgun tip went directly to the side.
It was inserted into the dog's neck and blood sprayed all over the ground.
But this seemed to irritate the dogs even more. They no longer pounced on one by one, but all three dogs came together.
The light was a little dim, and Schiller couldn't see clearly what kind of dog it was, but it was definitely a large fighting dog with sharp teeth, a fat body, and very obvious muscles on the front and rear limbs.
This kind of dog, which is specially used for fighting beasts, is very ferocious and will not let go of anything it bites. Even if it is slightly beaten, it will lose a piece of meat.
The three dogs pounced on each other at the same time. Schiller suddenly rolled to the side, scraped the edge of the carpet and jumped into the table at the front desk. The moment the dog jumped on the front desk, he thrust a knife into it and then pulled it out. He saw stains on the knife.
After picking up some mucus from the eyeballs, we found out that the leading dog was blind in one eye.
There were two chairs in the table at the front desk. Schiller grabbed one of them and swept it on the table. A dog that had just jumped up was beaten down.
The second dog that tried to get in from the side of the front desk was slashed on its front leg by Schiller, but its ferocity did not weaken in the slightest. Its fangs shone with a terrifying cold light under the moonlight, and its saliva continued to drip onto the ground.
Schiller pretended to step back, but just raised the chair again and knocked down the two dogs attacking from the front. The dog on the side thought it had a chance. It stepped back a little, rushed forward suddenly, and jumped.
In an instant, Schiller held the kitchen knife horizontally with both hands and slashed hard on its lower abdomen.
Wow!
Blood and internal organs were sprayed all over the floor again. The jumping dog could even drag its intestines and open its mouth to bite people. Schiller ended its life with a knife.
However, another hound took advantage of this opportunity to jump in. Schiller grabbed the chair next to him, forced the dog back into the small space, and stretched the barrel of the shotgun through the gap in the chair.
The hound was indeed fooled, biting the barrel of the shotgun and shaking its head while biting. Schiller threw the chair aside, grabbed the gun, and flew the hound far away.
Another hound just jumped onto the table at the front desk. Schiller did not hit it down, but jumped out of the front desk. When the dog turned around, he hit it on the waist with a gun barrel, taking advantage of its imbalance.
The moment it fell in, a knife was stabbed into its stomach.
The thrown hound quickly stood up and charged this way again. Schiller ducked to the side again, but not too far. When the dog turned sideways, he adjusted the shotgun.
All of them grabbed the barrel of the gun and swung it, causing their brains to splatter out.
A total of five vicious hounds were lying on the floor of the hall.
Schiller exhaled, held the shotgun in front of his body, and regained some strength. Greedy, who had already arrived on the stairs, leaned on the railing and gave him a thumbs up.
Schiller smiled at him, shook his bloody hand, and said, "Would you like to go up and have a look?"
Greedy nodded and walked up, and Schiller also stepped up. The stairwell was a little dark, and Schiller was covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood lingered.
Before reaching the second floor, Schiller heard breathing.
He opened his spiritual vision again, but didn't see anything in front of him. Greedy didn't seem to be afraid at all. He strode up to the second floor, found the room where the breathing sound was, and opened the door directly.
A man with a gray beard was paralyzed in the corner. There was an obvious laceration on his leg. It could be seen through the light from the window next to him, as if a piece of flesh had been bitten off by sharp teeth.
When the man saw them, he looked like he was seeing a ghost and shouted at them: "Don't come here! You monsters!!!"
"We are not monsters..."
As soon as Greedy opened his mouth, the man cursed angrily. Greedy held his breath and stepped aside, revealing Schiller holding a knife and covered in blood. Then he stared at the man and said.
"We are monsters, what do you want?"
The man choked, "What do I want to do? Isn't that what you want?"
"We didn't want to do anything to you." Schiller said: "You raised the dog downstairs, right? Those little guys caused us a lot of trouble. We happen to have an elite lawyer in our team. You
Are you sure you can accept the number on the compensation form?"
But the man ignored the second half of his nonsense and said, "You killed those dogs? How did you do it?"
"As you can see," Schiller replied.
"You...are you a priest?" The man was surprised and confused.
"I am a clergyman, but not a priest. Have you heard of the Requiem?" Schiller walked into the room.
Smelling the strong smell of blood, the man opened his mouth, but after a while he still said dryly: "Are you sure you are the Requiem One?"
"I guarantee your dog is fine now." Schiller nodded.
The man's Adam's apple moved obviously.
"Well, you are going to die anyway, so why don't you just give me a good time." The man tilted his head back, but his body was still shaking a little, and it was obvious that he was not as tough as he appeared.
"Did your leg get bitten by your dog?" Greedy stepped forward to check the wound on his leg and said, "We have doctors in our team. If you have medicine or bandages, maybe we can save it."
Your life."
The man said in a dry voice: "It's not necessary. Even if the bleeding is stopped now, I won't live much longer."
"Why?"
"Since you are from outside, you should know that strange events have occurred here. The legendary monster Prowler has invaded the village. No one here can survive."
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"Are everyone in the village dead?"
"I don't know, but the lighthouse has not been lit for several days and no one has come to find it. Maybe they are all dead."
"So you were attacked by your dog and then cornered in the lighthouse?"
The man didn't seem to expect that they could guess it. He looked a little surprised, but he still nodded and said: "Yes, the door to the room where the dog is kept is not locked. I don't dare to go down. Although I will die sooner or later, the dog raised by me will
It’s still a bit too much for a dog to eat…”
"Okay, I completely understand." Schiller said: "Those dogs are indeed very fierce. If you go down there, you will definitely be eaten. However, we also have a friend who is injured and needs medicine and first aid supplies. If you can give
We wouldn’t mind taking you away if we offered.”
"You...are you from the church?" The man showed some hesitation and said, "How many of you have come? Are there judges? Are there helicopters or something?"
"You don't have to worry about it. No matter how many people we have or how much supplies we have, the worst result is that you are killed by a monster anyway. If you come with us, you might still be able to survive."
The man showed a surprised expression, shook his head and said, "Aren't you a member of the church? Don't you know that if you leave the area where the weird incident occurs without being sure that it will not spread, even if you can survive?
Will you be executed by the judge when you come down?"
Schiller and Greed looked at each other. They really didn't know this, but Schiller could understand the reason for the emergence of this rule after thinking about it for a while. Many weird events can spread, just like viruses. Once there is a living person,
If you run out, you may drag a few people down, or you may infect a whole city.
"You must have been right." The man said mockingly: "Your army must have surrounded the village. Anyone who dares to run out will be killed. This is how you always solve problems. Taking me out is just a matter of time."
Just to show your kindness, I still won’t survive in the end.”
Greed decided not to talk nonsense with him. He said directly: "There is a huge cave under the village and an underground river full of fish. We came from there. Do you think the outside army can find it there?"
Speaking of the underground cave, the man's eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at Greedy and said, "Have you seen Harold? He must be dead, right? I went to find him at that time and asked him to take us
He refused to leave here, and now he is dead! He really deserves it!"
Schiller's eyes flashed, and he immediately thought that the owner of the diary had mentioned that when the weirdness first broke out, someone in the village had looked for him. Could it be the man in front of him?
"What's your name?" Schiller asked.
"You can just call me Jeff." Jeff's face quickly turned gloomy again, and he said: "Then it seems that his detective friend with extraordinary abilities should also be dead, and that Madeleine, who is pretending to be worse.
Everyone knows that if you encounter a real monster, wouldn’t everyone die?”
"Yes, they all died." Schiller nodded and said, "And they all died in that remote cabin."
Jeff was about to say something when he suddenly thought of something and said with a horrified expression: "Did you go to that cabin and see their bodies?!"
"That's right, we set the place on fire."
"Idiots! You idiots! Don't you know that fire can't burn monsters?! After you burn the corpses, you will only let the monsters possess you! Get out! Stay away from me!!"
Greedy smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Jeff paused, the panic in his eyes flashed away, and he said: "You don't understand, you don't understand... being killed by a monster is the most painful thing."
He closed his eyes tightly and breathed quickly, as if he had thought of something, but Greedy asked him, but he said nothing.
Greedy thinks that he can throw dice here to determine, but his appearance and luck are not high enough. He thinks that the Pale Knight, who is a lawyer, should have skills such as persuasion, and he will probably have to come up later.
"Okay, you can lie down here, but you have to tell us where the medical supplies are." Greedy continued.