People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Anyway, I will never use this bookmark on myself.

It's a good thing for a man to be handsome. Maybe this is not a world where one only cares about his appearance, but who can refuse to be handsome?

The problem is that a man can't just be handsome - a handsome idiot is still a idiot.

"This is the magic tool - Lord of the Flies." Geralt introduced his vacuum cleaner.

In the future, you won’t be able to hunt monsters alone, so Geralt began to let the magic tools slowly appear in front of others.

We have seen a lot of strange and weird things. Monroe and Luo Lisha themselves also belong to the monster order, so they really don't make a fuss about magic tools.

"If you look carefully, Lord of the Flies is actually a bit cute." As if in response to Geralt's words, Lord of the Flies rolled his tongue and drooled everywhere.

Monroe and Luo Lisa swallowed, "Yes, it's a bit cute."

Several people left the woods and met Nancy and Claire.

The group came to the Three Little Pigs Inn.

Nick packed his luggage and said goodbye to Geralt.Geralt asked Nick why he didn't play for two days.

Only then did we learn that Nick was not a full-time demon hunter, but had his own job.

He is a policeman.

It's just that the boss is a wizard, and two close colleagues know his special identity, so Nick can work for a whole month.

However, none of the above are the main reasons for rushing back.Nick has a beautiful girlfriend whom he has lived with for three years.His girlfriend doesn’t know Nick’s identity. If he doesn’t go back, his girlfriend will most likely become his ex-girlfriend.

Claire sat in the room with a fidgety Simmons next to her.

This boyfriend from the big city has become very honest since he saw Geralt kick the monster away.

Claire patted the table, waited for Geralt to sit down, and said, "I don't know if this is right?"

Geralt said: "You shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing. There are specialized psychiatrists."

Claire glared at Geralt.

Simmons: (O_o)?, what did I miss?

The latter spread his hands and said: "I only express my personal opinion. As for what to do, it is a matter of opinion. You are an adult and you can make your own decision."

Claire nodded, then shook her head.

Geralt:? ? ?

Claire said: "I'm not an adult yet."

"Uh... don't worry about these details." Geralt said:

"First of all, the monster's matter will not be brought to court openly. If there is no new evidence, just a few words, Thompson will not even go to court again."

"Secondly, even if he is found guilty, how long will Thompson's sentence be? Compared to the harm Shirley suffered, the punishment he will receive is simply not worthy of it. Thompson will be well fed and well-fed in prison, while the Mitchell family who lost Shirley What? Living in hell."

"If it were me, I wouldn't ask whether it's right, but whether it's worth it. I think if I can't save Shirley, at least I can let Shirley's family sleep well."

"Come on, let's go somewhere."

The four of them once again came to the banyan tree where Shirley's body was dumped.

Nancy touched Shirley's blood-stained earth.

After a moment, Nancy smiled.

She said: "Shirley said thank you to us. Claire, she said thank you and she was leaving to go to a warm place."

Under the spiritual vision, Shirley glowed, gradually became transparent and finally disappeared.

"Shirley is freed. Is it worth it?" Geralt asked.

"It's worth it!" Claire nodded and smiled.

Simmons is freaking out, so what did Claire do?

He felt a girlfriend slip out of his hand.

Jose Lozano is 26 years old and an ordinary person in Mexico.The small town where he lives is controlled by intricate forces. Young people either join gangs and die in a firefight, or they enter factories and work hard to earn a living.

Jose is not afraid of hard work, he is afraid of not seeing hope.

One day, Evan, his childhood friend who left town, comes back.That was the thin partner... still thin, but he drove a nice car and had a gold chain as thick as his thumb hanging around his neck.Evan told Jose that the Eagle Country is full of opportunities, gold, the moon is round, and the air is sweet.

Evan smiled and asked, "Would you like to go out and give it a try?"

Jose is not a person who worships foreigners. The Eagle Country is indeed better than Mexico, but he also knows that the rich will find paradise everywhere, while the poor will have difficulty wherever they go.

Evan's words can't be taken at all.

Evan only advised Jose: "Can it be worse than now?"

There are more people than Evan imagined who want to go to Eagle Country to realize their dreams, and there is no shortage of Jose.

This sentence finally touched Jose. Could it be worse than now?

Jose gave Evan his savings over the past few years and bought a "ticket."

Jose was wrong about one thing.

There is no worst, only worse... They were first blindfolded and put into a bus, transported to the border between the two countries, and crossed the border through a tunnel.Then they were rushed to a refrigerated truck.

More than fifty people were crammed into the truck. Except for getting off the truck once for convenience, they were squeezed into such a small space for more than ten hours.

To make matters worse, the ventilation fan stopped moving.

The air became thin.

The temperature inside the truck rose sharply, like a steamer.

Soon someone fainted from the heat.

A group of people either tried to open the door or tried desperately to slap the car wall, but the car door and car wall were tightly sealed and soundproofed.

More and more people fainted. Jose leaned weakly against the car wall, holding the bone sculpture that his grandmother gave him before she died, and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but Jose felt a little light.He opened his eyes slightly with difficulty.

"Damn, damn!" Evan's voice said, "The boss will kill me!"

Evan scratched his head and combed his meticulously combed hair into a henhouse.

"what should I do now?"

The person who spoke was the truck driver, a bald man with a beard, "Send him to the hospital?"

"So many people have died, how to explain their origins?" Evan stared at the truck driver, "Do you want to go to jail?"

Evan lit a cigarette and smoked silently.Evan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it hard with the balls of his forefoot.

The last thing Jose saw was the light, which shrunk as the car door closed, until only darkness remained.

Hope abandoned him again.

Mayan gang.

——To the outside world, they claim to be a legal motorcycle club with a certificate.

At this time, several official members stood in an open "V" shape, with their leader in the center - Grand Chief Felipe Reyes.

Felipei is in his early 50s, with black hair mixed with gray. He looks elegant and gentle among the other members, and the other members seem to respect Felipei very much.

"Evan, I told you not to leave the truck for 20 steps before the goods are delivered, right?" Felipe asked.

"Yes." Evan said with a sad face, "Sorry boss, Edward's snoring sounded like a drum, and the space in the car was small, so I just thought of going to the hotel to sleep for an hour or two. Before getting off the car, I told Edward, Let him stay in the car, I didn’t expect something like this to happen.”

Felipe turned to Edward, the truck driver: "Edward, do you want Evan to stay in the car before he leaves?"

"Yes." Edward said in a low voice.

"Then those technicians raised their fingers and you left?" Felipei said.

Edward lowered his head.

Felipe stretched out his hand, and his subordinate placed the loaded gun in his palm.

"Edward, what does the technician look like?" Felipe asked.

"Not very handsome, but in good shape." Edward showed a scared expression, "Felipe, I was really wrong."

Evan said: "Felipe, this is not his fault alone..."

boom!

Evan's words stopped abruptly.

The bullet hit the center of his eyebrow and instantly turned his brain into a mess.

Evan walked without any pain.

Felipei said: "Of course it's not Edward's fault alone."

"The corpses have been disposed of, and there are still guns." Felipei took the guns to his men and ordered: "Keep a low profile recently."

Although more than 50 people died, they were all stowaways from Mexico. With the country's urine, the popularity will not last more than a week, and those organizations that talk about human rights every day will become tolerant.

The only person who can link the death to the Mayan gang is Evan.

From the moment the accident happened, Evan was dead.

It's just that he didn't realize it.

……

……

Geralt and Nancy return to Black Pine.

"Home, or the Claw?" Geralt asked.

"The Claw," Nancy said.

Thinking that her father didn't notice that she hadn't been home for three days, Nancy felt empty in her heart.

The car was parked in the restaurant parking space.

Geralt felt something was wrong.

Too deserted...

There was a lingering stench in the restaurant.Many tables and chairs were smashed.

George, Bess, and Ace sat gloomily.

"George!" Nancy cried distressedly.

There was a palm mark on George's face, and half of his face was swollen.

Geralt's face turned gloomy. George was a person he could talk to among ordinary people. She was a very nice girl with a sharp mouth and a soft heart.

However, Geralt did not ask immediately, but followed the others to clean up.

"George, what happened?" Nancy asked.

A little bit of self-blame.

She wasn't here when something like this happened.

At first, George lowered his head and said nothing.She obviously didn't want Nancy to be involved in this mess.But Nancy's eyes didn't give in.

Since seeing Geralt's body resisting bullets, Nancy has swelled.

George sighed, "It was Terry. That bastard was selling his pills in the restaurant. I chased him away, and then the Mayan gang came."

"Who is Terry?" Geralt asked.

"Remember the barn party? That skinny guy selling pills, he was our classmate in high school. He was an asshole before, and he's even more of a scumbag now."

"Oh." Geralt remembered this person and was not very impressed.He asked again: "Is he a member of the Mayan Gang?"

"How is that possible?" The speaker was Ace, a half-empty chef. He said scornfully: "With his looks, which club would accept him? He's just an errand boy."

Geralt glanced sideways at Ace and sensed Ace's admiration for the Mayan gang.

That's right, many young people think that the ostentatious motorcycle clubs are cool and rich, and they worship them like celebrities.

—— Regarding this, Geralt would not comment. The atmosphere is such that it would be useless to say more.

Nancy asked: "Did the police call the police?"

"Yeah." George said.She didn't think calling the police would solve the problem.

The truth is exactly what George said.

The Maya Gang has lawyers who charge by the minute. They are literate criminals who understand the law.Crude methods will not work for them.In fact, those involved in the smashing turned themselves in and were released on bail the same day.

Then, at most, I can lose some money and do some social services.

But when running errands to peripheral people like Terry, the Maya gang can pull in a platoon!

"Sergeant Poirot," Geralt greeted.

"Geralt."

Sergeant Poirot, a middle-aged man in his 40s with a small belly and a calm and dignified expression, asked, "How are John and Mary?"

"Good."

"That's good." Sheriff Poirot glanced at Nancy and didn't give a good look, mainly because Nancy had caused him a lot of trouble. "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Can I ask, what are you going to do about the Claw restaurant?" Geralt asked.

"How to deal with it..." Chief Poirot said, "The police are only responsible for arresting people, the prosecutor is responsible for prosecuting, and the judge is responsible for judging."

After a pause, Chief Poirot said: "The police can only do things within the framework of the law. All I can do is send someone to keep an eye on the restaurant."

"Nancy, don't mess around. They are not ordinary criminals." Sergeant Poirot stared at Nancy seriously. "Your father cannot bear to lose his daughter after losing his wife."

"That drunkard!" Nancy curled her lips angrily.

"Chief Poirot is a good man." Geralt sighed after leaving the police station.

"Yeah." Nancy agreed with this point, "It's just too old-fashioned. It's a shame."

Seeing Geralt frowning slightly, Nancy asked, "Is it troublesome?"

Geralt shook his head and said, "Trouble is out of the question."

If the Mayan gang troubles Geralt, then everything will be easy.The problem is, the people they're looking for trouble are George and the Claw restaurant, so Geralt can't just beat them up for a moment of pleasure.

God only knows what the stimulated speedsters will do.If George is irreparably harmed, what if the entire Mayan gang is sent to hell?

Geralt said: "I'd better look for that one first..."

"Terry," Nancy said.

"Yes, Terry, let's talk about it," Geralt said. "I feel like they didn't really cause this to sell drugs in the restaurant."

After getting Terry's address from Nancy, Geralt sent Nancy home before returning home.

"Master, welcome home." Rebecca jumped out to greet her.

"A glass of hot milk," Geralt said.

"Ok."

Then Geralt went upstairs to take a shower as usual.

"The Book of Proverbs."

Summon the ancient parchment book and turn to page [7].

A chameleon-like shapeshifter appears on the page.

[Name: Tiata Oak

Race: Shapeshifter (mutated)

Skills: Perfect simulation, obtaining the short-term memory of the simulated object

Revolving Lantern: Not watched.

Status: dead]

"Watch," Geralt said.

A cloud of mist hit him, and Geralt entered Tiata Oak's memory carousel.

Shapeshifters are strange creatures that have the concept of family, but couples do not live together. They each transform into a certain human appearance and play their own roles.

Baby changelings are raised uniformly by the group. They are smaller than hamsters when they are born, so the size of female changelings will hardly change from pregnancy to unloading.In one year, the shapeshifting child will grow to the height and weight of a seven or eight-year-old human.

At this time, it's time for the shapeshifter to live independently.

Why do shapeshifters insist on living like humans?

emotion.

Love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance... human emotions are indispensable food for shapeshifters. The stronger they are, the more delicious they are.

Tiata is a special shapeshifter, and his food is the only one——

suspicion!