Is the Evil God Me?

The carriage was parked, and the sword and shield badge on it made the surrounding people scattered in fear.

The long-term experience tells the poor ghosts that when the masters are unhappy or too happy, they often make fun of the poor ghosts. At such times, it is best for the inferior to stay far away. This ancient survival instinct has evolved to this day, and can still be glimpsed in the poor.

The environment of Xiacheng District has obviously dropped a grade.

Dirty, no one cleans, and sewage is flowing. Chaos, illegal construction, random stacking. Bad, bad at everything, not bad for the poor.

In comparison, the ghostly places like Squirrel Street seem to be pleasing to the eye, and Midtown and above are heaven. I just experienced the scene where people and stray dogs lost their lives in understatement, and then look at this dirty as if it has not changed. In the chaotic pigsty, Lynn suddenly became enlightened.

In this environment, everything is valuable.

The only thing that is worthless is human life.

A penny of copper can cause people to be beaten to the point of bloodshed, a silver sole can lead to bloodshed, and a gold pound...

Lynn shuddered and didn't dare to think about it any further.

Recalling the trajectory of the carriage in the bureau, although Lynn has never been here, this place should not be too far from Squirrel Street. More unexpectedly, when the two of them got out of the car, they saw a large group of reporters with cameras and brochures surrounding the vicinity.

Bill's smiling expression instantly turned ugly.

These journalists who follow the news will undoubtedly add a lot of unnecessary trouble to the work of [Lamp Holder]. Extraordinary events have always been an area that officials do not deny or publicize, but now there are so many reporters around here, these guys Don't you care about poking eye-catching news?

Soon, Bill and Lynn found the patrolman who blocked the scene.

This patrolman has probably never been sought after by so many people. Standing at the door with his head raised, he enjoys the crowd of reporters and their eagerness. It seems that something is coming out of his lips, which is their manuscript tomorrow. Assurance, so they pushed forward as much as possible, ignoring the foul-smelling sewage beneath their feet.

Lynn and Bill looked at each other.

This incident must have been fatal!

Both of them saw the same idea in each other's eyes. Otherwise, the hounds raised by these newspapers wouldn't be so desperately crowded. Usually, they were not so active when they crowded into the city for interviews.

"Mr. Police! Mr. Police! Say something!"

"That's right, we won't let you speak in vain."

"I heard the deceased inside was a demon? Or an angel?"

"Sir, I just ask you to say something!"

The sincerity of the reporters' words, the eagerness of their attitudes, and the fiery eyes of the reporters are comparable to the brilliance of [Ranyang], making a glass of cold water boil instantly. Enjoying the unstoppable smack of smugness from the patrolman who was surrounded by them, his work ethic was obviously testing back and forth on the teetering edge.

Just as the patrolman was about to say something, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Bill and Lynn, two extraordinary gentlemen, which made him immediately rein in his horse.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Don't get in my way!" Waving a baton to intimidate the annoying reporters, Mr. Patrol ran out in two or three steps. He and Bill obviously knew each other and called out Bill's name.

"Mr. Bill, you are finally here." The patrolman's expression was a little nervous and fearful.

Looking at these two gentlemen with smiling faces, the unfounded fear subsided a lot.

"Let's lead the way." Bill didn't say nonsense.

"please follow me."

This time, it was not the policeman who waved his baton to intimidate him. Noticing that Bill was getting off the black and gold pattern carriage, these well-informed reporters immediately avoided him, and they lost their previous enthusiasm. It is precisely because of the well-informed that they know about the dangers of Extraordinary. Of course, when Extraordinary appears, it is impossible to avoid it. They are here to get first-hand news, not to die.

The patrol police took the two men into a standard second-floor small house in the lower urban area very smoothly.

The lighting conditions inside are very poor, and everyone's faces seem gloomy when they walk into this house.

"Is the entire [Steam Capital] newspaper reporter outside the house?" Lynn chatted casually. It was probably the first time that a certain building in Xiacheng District had achieved such an achievement.

"That's right, you see, there are even reporters from the Canary Newspaper waiting outside." It was the first time Mr. Patrol saw this kind of battle, and he felt that he was more powerful than Mr. Superintendent just now.

Lynn laughed dumbly. The Canary Newspaper, isn't that the lace tabloid that particularly likes a certain countess. Do you have the time and opportunity to buy a copy? If you have no other bad thoughts, you just want to criticize. How can this newspaper tarnish the innocence of Lord Emiste?

"Be careful, you have to go around the front."

In the poor lighting, they had to be careful with their steps. They bypassed a pool of blood, and the blood was completely black. Lynn frowned and looked up subconsciously, only to see a large halo of blood seeping from the floor on the second floor.

The rust smell was masked by a musty, rancid odor.

The patrolman took the two to the stairway, and then said tremblingly.

"Gentlemen, the corpse is above. Several brothers in the bureau were frightened before, so I brought it here. Outside, I have to maintain a blockade with my brothers."

"Well, just don't let those reporters in."

Bill's words made the patrolman feel amnesty, and he hurriedly ran out holding his helmet.

"Come on, let's see if that sly beast did a good thing." Bill beckoned Lynn to go up with him.

As for the reality that she had to face the exciting scene on her first day at work, Lynn could only bite the bullet and accept it. Others would save the world by being late for work on the first day.

The sour groan from the squeaky wooden planks of the stairs, as if stepping on the not-so-flat stairs seemed to lift a heart, followed by Lynn at the beginning of Bill. As soon as the two went up to the second floor, they felt the visual impact from hell, a strong spiritual blasphemy!

Bill was stunned, and Lynn gritted his teeth.

A woman kneels on the humble second floor floor.

Her hands and feet were fixed by ropes, her clothes were stripped naked, but from behind, it was unbelievable that someone would peel off the entire muscle fiber, split and stretch different muscle groups, using the fascia as a bridge Combined into a curious feather. What is even more terrifying is that her facial features were cut off neatly, and her abdomen was cut open and empty.

This extremely curious and cruel statue stared straight ahead with its dark eyes, and the entire exposed gums opened slightly, as if the last breath of life had not been swallowed. The light that happened to be projected from the small window on the second floor just made the flesh and blood wings of this skeleton angel disgusting and terrifying!

"Yuck!"

Lynn couldn't take it any longer, he turned his head and ran to the corner, vomiting.

How could this be a [demon spirit] hunting scene? This is clearly the masterpiece of some perverted murderer!