Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the Nighthawks team started to run quickly, in the early morning when there were not many pedestrians.

Leonard was wearing a felt hat, shirt and vest, acting as a temporary coachman, flicking his whip out of thin air from time to time, making it make a crisp sound.

In the carriage, Klein and Old Neil were sitting on the same side, opposite Dunn Smith and Frye.

The skin of this "corpse collector" is so fair that it seems that he hasn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, or is severely ischemic. He is about 30 years old, with black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a cold and dark temperament. There is a faint smell left by touching the corpse all the year round.

"Please explain the matter in detail again." Dunn adjusted the collar of his black windbreaker.

Klein stroked the citrine pendant covered by his sleeve. From accepting the commission to talking about the dream, the old Neil next to him laughed and said, "You and the notebook of the Antigonus family seem to have some kind of destiny. fetters, so we can meet."

Yes, this is too much of a coincidence! If Leonard hadn't just mentioned that the preliminary interrogation results of Elliott's kidnapping case showed that there was no hidden force or mysterious force manipulating it, and it was just a case of simply taking risks for money, I would suspect that it was deliberately arranged by someone... Ke Ryan was also quite surprised by this.

What a coincidence!

Dunn didn't express his opinion, as if he was thinking about something, while "Corpse Collector" Frye, who was also wearing a black windbreaker, remained silent.

This silence was not broken until the carriage stopped and the building Klein mentioned appeared outside the window.

"Let's go up, Klein, you and old Neil are at the end, be careful, you must be careful." Dunn got out of the carriage, took out a strange revolver with a longer and thicker barrel from his pocket, and turned it Tucked into the right hand pocket.

"Okay." Klein dared not be rash in the front.

After Leonard found someone to guard the carriage, a group of five Extraordinary people entered the stairs in an orderly manner, and walked lightly to the third floor.

"This is it?" Leonard pointed to the room opposite the kidnapper.

Klein tapped twice between his eyebrows and activated his spiritual vision.

In this state, his inspiration improved again, and he only felt that the door seemed familiar, and he seemed to have entered it.

"Yes." He nodded affirmatively.

Old Neil also activated his spiritual vision, observed carefully and said: "There is no one inside, and there is no magical aura."

"Corpse Collector" Frye added hoarsely: "There are no evil spirits."

He can see many spirits, including evil spirits and resentful spirits, without having to activate his vision.

Leonard took a step forward, and just like yesterday, he punched the door lock.

This time, not only the surrounding boards shattered, but even the door lock bounced off and fell to the ground with a bang.

Klein felt an invisible seal disappear in an instant, and immediately after, he smelled a strong stench.

"Corpse, rotting corpse." "Corpse Collector" Frye stated coldly.

He showed no signs of nausea.

Dunn stretched out his black-gloved right hand, and slowly pushed open the door. The first thing everyone saw was a fireplace. In the weather in early July, there was an abnormal sweltering heat inside.

In front of the fireplace, there was a rocking chair, on which an old woman in a black and white dress sat with her head bowed.

Her whole body has grown abnormally a lot, her skin is black and green, swollen to shiny, it seems that if she pokes it casually, it will burst open, emitting a rotten smell, and maggots or parasites are in the flesh and rot. In the liquid, in the clothes and folds, crawling in and out - in the spiritual vision, they are like points of light, surrounded by a group of extinguished "darkness".

Crack, clap.

The old woman's two eyeballs fell off, fell to the ground, and rolled a few times, leaving several yellowish-brown marks. JrNovels.com