[Comprehensive crime] The name of the murderer

Chapter 7 Shadow

In the warm and secret study room, Tang Sisi stared at the illustrations in the magic book and fell asleep within a few minutes.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice woke her up from her sleep, and she opened her eyes in a daze.But for some reason, her eyes became extremely dry, and she almost had to stretch her eyelids with her fingers to barely discern things.

The resplendent and resplendent study is still in sight, but there is a translucent gray figure behind the long solid wooden table.

Tang Sisi was so sleepy that she lost consciousness, so she never felt afraid, but tried her best to see the man's appearance clearly, but the picture in front of her eyes seemed to be separated by water mist, the more she stared at it, the more erratic it became.

When the shadow came in front of her, she finally discerned the outline of a man who whispered to her in a vague voice.

"See...death...my lord...death...my lord..."

Tang Sisi used all her strength to touch forward: "Who are you?"

But before the man answered, she lost consciousness.

The next second, she suddenly woke up with a clear mind. The study was still quiet and warm, and there were no strange figures.Tang Sisi recalled the scene a moment ago in a trance, and felt dull fear.

Was it a dream?

At this moment, the familiar scent of grass and trees rises from the ground, and the magic fails.

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The atmosphere in the bar was quite delicate. Even the humans who were crying and howling just now stopped running away. The waiter who just emerged from the underground wine cellar stared at Tang Sisi with wide eyes, and the red wine in his hand fell back to the cellar with a loud explosion. .

The next second, Shen Ming suddenly picked up his backpack and knocked open the chair, hugged Tang Sisi by the waist, and jumped into the wine cellar that was close at hand.When he fell, he grabbed the waiter who was still in a daze, smashed at the bartender who was following him, and took the opportunity to close the two-inch-thick, alloy-made basement round door first.

When this basement was first built, it was set up to hold the function of "storing food", so the sound insulation was strong. At this time, Shen Ming broke off two pure steel ladder rails and pinned it to the round door handle, and temporarily isolated the vampires. outside.

Shen Ming put down Tang Sisi and the backpack, and looked back at the thumping round door.

"You still have about 10 minutes to write your suicide note, and I can help bring messages to your family."

Tang Sisi still didn't know how dangerous her situation was: "Why?"

Shen Ming shrugged: "There are more than 100 high-level vampires outside, what do you think?"

"Are you crazy!" Tang Sisi jumped up and hammered him, "Why did you bring me to this kind of place?"

Shen Ming easily pushed her away, and his tone was very dissatisfied: "Is there a problem with vampires coming to the vampire party? If it weren't for you, I would have been able to live on the minimum living allowance for the mixed race for the next 2000 years!"

Tang Sisi was inconceivable: "Where are you ashamed as a god? And you dare to blame me! Why do you not know why I came to this world?"

"Ah, ah, now is not the time to quarrel." Shen Ming resolutely diverted from this unfavorable topic, took out his mobile phone and opened the address book, "Don't worry, I actually have a backup plan, which is absolutely foolproof."

Seeing that he was confident, Tang Sisi came over curiously, only to see that Shen Ming dialed a number called "suicide hotline".

When the phone was connected, the person on the other side howled first: "Yes, yes! We know that there is a problem in New York, so it's okay for everyone to notify me? My phone is almost out of battery!"

"Hello." After the opposite party finished complaining, Shen Ming politely reported his identity, "I'm a vampire—don't be so alien, didn't we meet just now?——Yes, it's me, why are you swearing?" Shen Ming took the phone away, and waited for the cursing in the microphone to subside before continuing, "Don't you want to catch Metes? She's at the Shark Tooth Bar right now."

"I don't know why you're calling, but I don't believe a word you vampires say."

Shen Ming rolled his eyes helplessly, and dragged Tang Sisi to the wooden board with the Shark Tooth Bar logo, and then turned on the video call.

The four heads crowded together on the screen, staring at each other.

Shen Ming: "Look, I really didn't lie to you. In short, hurry up and come here. Oh, by the way, there are as many bullets and crosses as there are, and there is still a little trouble here. It's really nothing, just a few hundred vampires. ..."

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"What the hell?" Dean had just finished asking when the video was interrupted abruptly.

New York has not been very peaceful recently. Dinosaurs, dwarves, and a surge in vampires broke the tranquility of the city. This also caused a surge in the number of calls from Dean and Sam, who are hunters. There were more than forty calls this morning alone. So, halfway through the informant call, Dean's cell phone turned off automatically.

Dean took the phone and looked back at Sam: "What does he mean?"

"I think it's a provocation." Sam thought, "He's calling us a challenge. I know that European vampires have a tradition of dueling."

Dean couldn't believe it: "Didn't we just kill dozens of vampires? Why are they so serious? Is it necessary?"

"In short, this must be a trap, we will never go there, right?"

Dean tilted his head. "We'll go, but not in the way they expect—you're pretty computer-savvy, aren't you?"

Ten minutes later, a video was sent directly to the official mailbox of the White House. The title was "Holy Sanctions on the * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Day of the United States". Looking at the horrifying title, you know that the person who sent the email is not in a good mind, but because The time in the title was now, and the system still classified it as an AAA-level threatening email and assigned it to a newly promoted clerk who was thinking about the appointment menu.

The clerk opened this email while deliberating which would be more likely to create a romantic atmosphere, red wine or champagne, and then almost fell off his chair. He knocked out a stack of documents on the desktop, and dialed the internal number in a panic: "Urgent Incident! Here is a serious attack warning!"

Two heavily armed terrorists sat in front of the camera, both of them were wrapped in black sheets and even wore sunglasses. In front of them were seven or eight different types of guns, stun guns, grenades, machetes and A dozen box bombs, and behind them a TV screen that looped images of skeletons and explosions.

The person on the left coughed and said in an electronically synthesized voice: "We are righteous fighters, the embodiment of victory, we want to destroy human beings! Defend the earth!"

Then he bumped into his companion beside him, motioning for him to say a few words, the companion glanced at him, and seemed reluctant to say in electronic voice: "Destroy human beings! Defend the earth!"

"So we're going to have a terror attack at the Shark's Tooth bar in NYC in 4 minutes!"

"Terrorist attack! No one will be left alive!"

"Our companions have sneaked into the bar with submachine guns and heavy machine guns. The war is about to start, and no one can escape. Accept the punishment, evil human!"

The two men cheered for a while with their guns raised, and then cut off the video.

Dean took off his hood, with a smug expression on his face: "Aren't my few words very imposing?"

Sam pointed to the weapons in front of the two of them and said: "We only have these things in our hands. Is it possible for our companions to get heavy submachine guns?"

"Small flaws are inevitable. You can disguise our voices, right? They won't be able to find our IP, will they?"

"Of course I will try to remove our information."

Sam took off his disguise and began processing the video—removing the original sound, then adding synthetic electronic sound, cutting out the hotel scene outside the TV screen, then erasing the branding of guns, grenades, bullets, and other items, and then clearing the video After confirming that the other party really couldn't find them through this video, Sam sent it to the official White House mailbox using a fake network.

After the two restored the room to its original state, they walked out of the hotel with two huge black bags containing weapons, got into the car and headed to the location notified on the phone.

They also made a trip to the hospital on the way, lurking into the morgue to draw a large amount of blood from the dead in case they were needed.

When we arrived at the scene, half an hour had passed, and the Shark Tooth Bar had long been surrounded by heavily armed police.

New York is already a major financial center, so the police force and equipment are very sufficient. What happened in the past two days has driven the city managers crazy. Therefore, after receiving the warning of a terrorist attack just now, the mayor simply sent all the most elite personnel and weapons in Manhattan. They were dispatched to the scene—not to mention dozens of terrorists, it would not be a problem to kill Godzilla with this firepower.

Although the weapons are plentiful, these policemen are not ready to challenge the monsters.

After the two came into contact, the vampires did not have time to respond to the police. They immediately broke through the doors, windows, and roofs. The low-level vampires flew over the walls, and the high-level vampires took off in place.

Seriously, even if the police's imagination breaks through to the limit, they can only guard the front door, back door and windows on the first floor, and arrange snipers to keep an eye on the windows on the second floor. Their strategy is not to deal with non-human beings who are about to become bats!So a flurry of shooting had no effect, only seven or eight third-rate bastards with insufficient hands and feet were killed-although the effective way to kill a vampire was to behead it, blasting it into mud with a machine gun should have the same effect.

Dean hid behind the car and watched the chaotic scene. He took out a bag of chocolate beans from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. He ate and exclaimed, "Did you see that? That guy turned into a bat, I dare you!" Said that the hunters in the tavern have never encountered such a thing!"

In contrast, Sam's face was quite normal. He frowned and nodded slightly: "Yes, these foreign products are completely different from the local ones. I wonder if the blood of dead people will be useful to them."

"It's okay, I still have bug spray in the car. Shit! That bastard survived the shotgun and still took the time to answer the phone, no, no, I don't want these big mosquitoes to stay in the United States!"

After half an hour of melee, the police finally confirmed that there was no more resistance in the bar. They collected more than a dozen corpses of vampires lying on the street and treetops, and then sent a team of heavily armed swats into the bar.

The bar was riddled with holes, and the light transmittance had improved a lot. Several shivering men and women sat in a group at the shooting blind spot, and cried together when they saw the police.

Men and women raised their hands high: "Don't shoot! We are human!"

But the police had just experienced an incredible battle, and now their nerves were stretched to the extreme, so they handcuffed their hands and feet, tied them into rice dumplings and threw them back into the armored vehicle.

After a while, the police found the locked underground wine cellar door.

I saw that the round door was riddled with holes, and the two-inch-thick alloy was chiseled by some weapon and axe, and it was only a few millimeters away from piercing through.Sensing that something must have happened inside, the police quickly gestured to get their companions to come over, and then used professional equipment to cut open the almost useless round door.

But when they entered the wine cellar, they found that there was nothing suspicious inside, it was just filled with wine barrels and ingredients, but a smell of vegetation that did not belong to the bar still attracted the attention of the police. Strange skulls containing sage were found in barrels.

Monsters that can dodge bullets, weird skulls that burn straw... What are they fighting against? !

The SWAT captain frowned, and asked someone to put the skull in a box and take it out.

The policeman carrying the suitcase came outside, took out the skull and showed it to the on-site commander, who waved his hands to send the skull to the police car.

Sam in the distance patted Dean on the shoulder: "We also saw that skull when Metes disappeared from the house. Now that Metess didn't come out of the bar, and the police found that skull again, I think that Something must have something to do with her disappearance."

On the other side, Dean took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the skull, and sent it to Ellen who runs the Hunter Bar, asking her to help find out about the skull.

The other party quickly replied: "We have a hunter who recorded this thing in his great-great-great-grandfather's diary. It should be a magic weapon used to summon Metes. At twelve o'clock on the night of the full moon, you use The monster's bone draws its own image, then burns a sprig of sage and puts it in the skull, and you'll see Metes before the sage burns out."

Dean hung up the phone and told Sam, "Sounds like a summoning spell, I guess Metis is in that skull."

In the pile of corpses on the opposite side, a vampire with half of its head missing and its belly hollowed out by shotgun stood up wobbly. Regardless of each other's beach.

Sam felt sick when he saw this scene: "Then what shall we do?"

Dean finished the last chocolate: "What else can I do? Go to the police station and steal that thing."