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

The only hotel in town.

The Three Little Pigs Hotel.

bathroom.

Claire looked at Nancy with a faint smile, "Did you do it?"

"What?" Nancy didn't know why.

"Haha, stop pretending." Krall made a fist with his right hand and made a movement of inserting his left index finger, "That's it, hehe."

Well, women will also discuss the issue of Sese in private.

Sometimes the scale is so large that it can make a man stunned.

Nancy said a little unnaturally, "No."

Claire looked Nancy up and down, "It doesn't make sense. Men like your figure the most. Did he not bring it up, or were you unwilling?"

"We just want to let nature take its course and things will fall into place," Nancy said.

"I do not believe."

"I……"

"You are hesitant, afraid of deeper communication. Why?" Claire asked.

Without waiting for Nancy to answer, Claire asked herself: "Because you will participate in the college's fall admissions, you want to escape from Black Pine Town, and you want to start over in the big city. Are you afraid of hurting Geralt, or are you afraid of investing too much and letting you lose it?" It shakes the future."

"Dear, I recently watched a play at school. The heroine Madame Butterfly said, 'All love will disappear. It can't be caught or stopped. The only thing that can be done is to seize the moment.'"

Claire and Simmons left, and it was their job to spread the word, preferably to everyone.

Only Geralt and Nancy were left in the house.

Geralt thinks Nancy is weird.

Weirdly cute?

……

……

Claire goes to the town police station to talk to Dad and tell him that her friend has found evidence that proves Thompson's innocence.

As Claire expected, the old-fashioned father didn't believe Claire at all. He didn't even ask a question and told Claire to go home and stop messing around.

The rebellious daughter and the old-fashioned father naturally had a big quarrel.

boom!

Claire walked out of the director's office and slammed the door.

boom!

He left the police station angrily.

The corners of Claire's mouth immediately turned up, and things were going very smoothly.

When she walked out of the police station, she saw operators, clerks, detectives, and detectives either on the phone or about to make a phone call.

Life in a small town is boring, there are only so many melons, first come first served.

The town is so small and there are few entertainment activities. It only takes a matter of hours for the news to spread throughout Fairy Tale Town. .

Claire returns to the Three Little Pigs Inn.

It was Geralt who opened the door.

"nailed it?"

"Of course!" Claire patted her chest.

"This is Fairy Tale Town, Claire's territory!"

"Yeah, yeah." Geralt nodded perfunctorily, "Where's Simmons?"

Claire was the only one who entered the house.

"He..." Claire said unhappily: "He doesn't believe that we can catch the real culprit at all. No, he thinks Thompson is the real culprit... Forget it, let's not mention him."

Claire tossed a satchel to Nancy.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"Change of clothes."

"unnecessary."

Nancy didn't plan to spend the night in Fairy Tale Town. After all, it wasn't that far away from Black Pine Town.Thinking of the father who was once an elite lawyer, and now has gradually turned into a sloppy drunkard, Nancy felt sad in her heart. He would not find out if her daughter stayed away at night.

Unzipping her schoolbag, Nancy blushed slightly and glared at Claire angrily.

There were indeed clothes in the schoolbag, but they were black silk, white silk, transparent tulle, and some toys for adults.

Claire smiled playfully and gestured to Nancy, "Come on!"

Nancy: "Get out!"

……

……

Simmons was angry that the two had been alone together before - just as Claire was coming out of the police station.He grabbed his girlfriend and asked seriously, have you had enough trouble?The detective game is almost over.

Yes, Simmons doesn’t believe in monsters.

The so-called monsters are either hallucinations or lies spun by someone for the sake of sensationalism.

This is human nature, and rightly so.

After all, people's understanding of the world is based on what they see and hear.Even if something brand new is presented directly in front of them, people will subconsciously deny it.

Claire looked directly at Simmons, and after a moment, disappointment showed in her eyes.

Simmons is like the adults who didn't trust her intuition, Nancy's empathy, as a child.Let it go if you don’t believe it, but you don’t even have the thought to verify it, you just deny it and blame it.

Claire did not doubt her ability to be active and inactive. The reason why she did not try to prove it like before was just because she had grown up and knew how to superficially conform to the rules of the world, hide the edges and corners, and pretend to be the same as others.

Claire was not angry, and just said to Simmons calmly, I understand, you go back to the hotel first.

The hotel, the Three Little Pigs Hotel, is the only hotel in town.Simmons also lived here, but he didn't say hello to Geralt and Nancy and went straight back to his room to sulk.

What made him even more angry was that Claire also came to the hotel not long after, and just asked him if they were going to have dinner together.

No apology! ! !

Simmons got even angrier, revealing his true nature as a spoiled brat.

Do not eat!

in the afternoon.

Geralt, Nancy, and Claire went to the parking lot of the police station and found a dilapidated van.

According to eyewitness reports, Thompson picked up Shirley in this car and brutally murdered Shirley in the car.

- Evidence found in the car illustrates this point.

Nancy stayed in the car for a moment, shaking her head to show that her powers weren't working.

"Is this car owned by Thompson?" Geralt asked.

"No." Claire replied, "The owner of the car is from Phoenix, but it was reported stolen before the incident. Those who firmly believe that Thompson is the murderer believe that Thompson used the car to rush back from Phoenix to commit the crime, but used an unknown method. Methods."

"How...to install a rocket engine on the car?" Geralt said a cold joke.

After dinner, Nancy decided not to go to Black Pine Town, and Geralt naturally had no objection.

Nancy was hesitant to call her father.

In the end, the number was not dialed.

……

……

Nancy was taking a bath, and the bathroom was not very soundproof. Hearing the sound of rushing water, Geralt was distracted.

Geralt was thinking about a very serious question.

He...should ask politely:

Together?

Some things just come naturally, and Nancy won't refuse.The problem is, the timing is bad.

First, the two are investigating the murder of a little girl.

This is a human tragedy.

Secondly, they are now bait, waiting for the real murderer to take the bait.

While hesitating, Geralt heard a knock on the door.

And Claire’s voice:

"Open the door, it's me."

"I know it's you."

Geralt opened the door, "Didn't you just leave? Why are you back?"

Claire said: "I forgot something..."

"What?" Geralt asked.

Then a meal.

At some point, his black eyes turned into blue, and he whispered: "Forget it, it's not important."

With lightning speed, his right leg swept across Claire's neck.

boom!

The latter was like being hit head-on by a truck.

He immediately flew five to six meters, rolled several times after landing, and lay motionless on the ground.

Her neck was bent at a weird angle.

There were two people who witnessed this scene: Simmons, who ran out of the room angrily after hearing Claire's voice, and Nancy, who was wrapped in a towel.

The two were stunned.

First, the power of Geralt's kick was amazing.

The second is that I don’t understand why Geralt attacked Claire.

Nancy's mind went blank.

Calm down... Nancy took a deep breath and allowed herself to regain her ability to think.

At this time.

Claire, whose neck was bent at almost ninety degrees, stood up with a straight look in her eyes.

The corners of his mouth were curved, and his smile was stiff.

Nancy instantly understood that she was not Claire!

The monster that transformed into Thompson took on the form of Claire.

The question is, how did Geralt see through it.

This is also the monster's doubts at this time.He believed that his art of transformation was perfect and that as long as he met him once, he could perfectly imitate his movements, expressions and sounds.

Most of them, even their relatives can't tell the difference. Even if they feel strange, they can usually explain it away by saying that they are not feeling well or in a bad mental state.

click!

"Claire" straightened her neck, which was bent at [-] degrees.

Simmons' mouth is so big that it's somewhere between a duck's egg and a goose's egg.

Three views become a blur.

"Strange, monster..." He looked at "Claire" and at Geralt who kicked "Claire" away.

I don’t know who the monster in my mouth refers to, or maybe I think it’s both.

"Grimm?" asked the monster.

Green is a well-known family in the demon hunting industry and is good at dealing with local monsters.

Geralt knew about it, but had never interacted with it.

"No." Geralt denied.

It can be seen that the monster is afraid of Green.

But is it necessary for Geralt to impersonate a Grimm?

You know, Winchester has a much greater reputation than Green in the demon hunting industry, because the family's main opponent is a terrifying demon that is more cunning and cruel than the indigenous monsters.

"No...then go to hell!" The monster suddenly took out a pistol.

Geralt: "..."

Compared with human cold and hot weapons, most supernatural monsters prefer to use their own talents.

bang bang bang...

The gunfire continued.

Magazine empty.

Geralt was already ready to dodge the moment the monster pulled out his gun.

However, the moment his legs exerted force, Geralt did not dodge, but crossed his hands in front of him to protect his heart and eyes.

Nancy was right behind him, and Geralt had no choice but to resist.

Even though the monster's marksmanship was poor, within ten meters of the two of them, at least half of the magazine's bullets were poured into Geralt.

The blood dyed the white T-shirt red.

pain!

What a pain!

After the monster emptied its magazine, it turned around and ran away without even thinking about confirming the victory, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

At this time, three people, two men and one woman, rushed out of other rooms in the hotel and chased in the direction where the monster disappeared.

"Geralt..."

Even as a detective, Nancy had never encountered such a scene where bullets were flying everywhere.

For a moment, my eyes were full of tears and I was at a loss.

"I'm fine!" Geralt said.

It just hurts!

He took off his blood-stained T-shirt and dug out the bullet stuck in his muscles.

Now Nancy was even more at a loss.

Is my boyfriend physically resistant to bullets?

The monster used a .38-caliber automatic pistol. As long as it didn't hit the eye, it wouldn't be able to cause a one-hit kill on Geralt, who had a constitution of over 20.

If the opponent was using a rifle, Geralt would definitely release the forbidden curse mark without even thinking about it.

After detaching the bullet, the wound had stopped bleeding.

Geralt looked at Nancy, "My boyfriend is not a normal person, are you afraid?"

"It's great that you're okay." Nancy hugged Geralt.

"Well~ now is not the time for hugs, forget it..." Geralt patted Nancy on the back without pushing her away.

After a few seconds, the two separated.Geralt noticed that Nancy's eyes seemed to have an unusual... fiery look?

Geralt took out his cell phone and while waiting for the call to connect, he took out his handbag from the hotel closet.

Nancy watched her boyfriend take out hot and cold weapons one by one.

After checking one by one, the equipment was placed everywhere on the body.

"I know you have many questions, but now is not the time to explain." Geralt said.

"Yeah!" Nancy nodded heavily.

Like a good kid.

Geralt attached the Demon Breaker Crossbow to Nancy's wrist and told her how to operate it.

Actually there are only three steps.

Open the crossbow arm → Aim the arm at the target → Press down on the wrist to fire.

Fool operation.

The call is connected.

"Geralt!" Caitlin's voice was full of anger.

How dare you disturb people's clear dreams? It's better to have something that matches the importance of beauty sleep.

"I'm in Storybrooke now," Geralt said.

Fairy Tale Town... Caitlin immediately caught the key word, "You accepted that mission? That's not right. I heard that the person who accepted the mission was a Grimm."

Geralt said: "You may not believe it, but I just happened to encounter it. I just had a fight with the monster and fired. I guess the police are coming soon."

Caitlin said resentfully: "I know."

"Also, the bounty from the last mission has not been received yet." Geralt reminded.

"Don't worry, with this little money, the Gates Group won't default on its debt." Caitlin said angrily.

"Haha, the Winchester family likes people to default on their debts." Geralt said with a sneer. "At that time, we can also charge an extra amount of interest, lost work fees and education fees."

How can a fierce man who dares to prostitute a devil for free allow others to default on his debt? !

hang up the phone.

Nan looked forward to Geralt, her eyes filled with little stars.

"If you have any questions, just ask." Geralt felt relieved.

I always confess anyway, and today is a good opportunity.

"Who are you?" Nancy asked.

"Geralt Winchester is a witcher, but he has not yet obtained a formal witcher license." Geralt said.

"Witcher? Official license?"

"Demon hunters are a collective name for those who hunt supernatural monsters that are harmful to humans. Demon hunter licenses are provided by the Demon Hunter Guild. People without a license can also accept tasks from the guild, but they cannot exchange points for special items."

Geralt continued: "You want to ask the Witcher Guild, right?"

"Yeah." Nancy nodded obediently.

"The Witcher Guild is a loose alliance founded by multiple witcher organizations."

"How did you become a witcher?"

"Family."

"Ah!" Nancy said in surprise: "John and Mary are also witchers?"

"Yeah, it doesn't look like it, right?"

"Yeah, it feels like they are teachers in school, or writers or something."

Nancy had 1 reasons in her mind at this time, but someone knocked on the door.

Geralt put on a intact T-shirt and went to open the door.

There were two men and one woman standing outside the door. They were vaguely the three people who had chased the monster before.

It seems they failed to catch the monster.

"Hello, I'm Nick Burkhardt, a Greene." The man standing in front introduced himself, "Can you talk about what happened just now? We don't mean any harm..."