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Geralt turned back to Nancy.

Even if Geralt decides directly, Nancy doesn't think there is a problem, but Geralt's approach makes people very comfortable.

Nancy said no problem.

"Come in." Geralt introduced himself, "Geralt Winchester."

"Winchester!" x2.

Another man and a woman exclaimed at the same time.

He finally knew what he was selling, and no one seemed surprised when the name Winchester was announced recently. It once made Geralt think that Winchester was not actually that famous.

Nick was obviously a newbie to "Grimm", had never heard of Winchester, and was just surprised by the excitement of his two friends.

He was so excited that his true colors were revealed: a male werewolf and a female demon fox.

This kind of appearance cannot be seen by ordinary people, unless one has Green blood.

Nick is a descendant of the Kessler family with Green ancestry.

Geralt's psychic vision can also see.

Nick was keenly aware that his friends' excitement was rooted in fear.

"These are my friends, Eddie Monroe and Rosa Calvert." Nick introduced.

"Oh, Green's werewolf and demon fox friends are really a strange combination."

When Geralt said this, Eddie and Rosa became even more nervous.

Nick was surprised that Geralt actually recognized Eddie and Rosa's identity.

"Werewolf...demon fox..." Nancy felt that the door to a new world was gradually opening.

Geralt said: "Don't worry, people are divided into good and bad, and so are other creatures. Winchester is not the kind of paranoid who wants to beat or kill indiscriminately."

Geralt also wanted to know the news about the monster from Nick, so he told them without reservation about how they attracted the monster to their door and how he had a fight with the monster.

"How did you recognize the monster?" Nick couldn't help but be curious.

"Talent." Geralt said with a smile.

Nick wanted to ask about his talent, but Monroe pulled him.

Talent is one of the demon hunters' trump cards and is very private.

Unless you are very familiar with someone, you cannot ask casually.

No one would tell me if I asked.

Nick Burkhardt is an ordinary policeman with a beautiful girlfriend who has been living with him for three years.

Nick has been living an ordinary life until not long ago, when his aunt, whom he had not contacted for a long time, told him that he is the only remaining descendant of the ancient Kessler family. He has the talent of the Green bloodline's piercing eyes, and can see through the incarnations of human beings hidden in human society. of supernatural creatures.

Nick's aunt tells him that his talent is awakening.

Soon supernatural beings hostile to Green approached Nick.

Nick's aunt gave Nick an RV with many weapons for hunting monsters.

Nick, who was born with a sense of justice and mission, slowly became a demon hunter as he came into contact with supernatural time more and more frequently.

A month ago, Nick picked up a character from the official Witcher website.

According to the investigation, the situation is more difficult than imagined.

The monster is a mutated shapeshifter.

The deformation ability is very powerful, and it can not only simulate the appearance, but also the voice, movement, and even DNA.If it comes into contact with a simulated object, the mutated shapeshifter can even gain access to the opponent's recent memories.

Nick knows that mutated shapeshifters are lurking in Storybrooke.But a month has passed and there is still no clue.

The two communicated for about 10 minutes. Nick learned a lot and originally didn't want to leave, but Monroe and Rosa were restless.

After returning to his room, Nick asked: "Winchester is famous?"

Munro replied: "I can't say that he is very famous, I can only say that he is very, very famous. If you start to get in touch with this industry, you will know it soon. Winchester...how should I put it, there are two extremes in evaluation, and there are no taboos in doing things, no matter what you are Whoever dares to provoke is a perseverant demon hunter. It is said that they have a bottom line when it comes to being reasonable, but once the opponent uses dirty tricks, Winchester is more cunning than you. How about... let's change to a hotel?"

Luo Lisa rolled her eyes at Monroe: "This is the only hotel in Fairy Tale Town. Do you want to sleep on the street?"

Monroe touched his nose and said, "It's not impossible."

Luo Lisa stopped talking. As a blood werewolf, Monroe was really an anomaly: mild-tempered and a bit timid.

——But it is precisely because of this that there is a scene where the blood werewolf becomes friends with Green and the demon fox.

Blood werewolves are similar to other werewolves. They are united in a "group" and the leader is the "alpha wolf".Monroe, on the other hand, lived in isolation and took the initiative to exile himself.According to him, he no longer wants to participate in group hunting.

The siren sounded, approaching from a distance, and Nick left.

After receiving the report, the detective got up from his bed and met up with his two men on the road 10 minutes later, and then headed to the Three Little Pigs Hotel together.

The police in a small town like Fairy Tale Town mostly deal with noise complaints and look for lost pets. 10 minutes to assemble... very efficient.If it weren't for the recent tense atmosphere in the town and the shooting, half an hour would be considered fast.

Halfway through, the Sheriff received a call from the Director, who conveyed instructions from above to him, ordering them to cooperate with the special agents in the investigation.

"Fake, it's like this again." Sheriff Martin was obviously not the first time he had experienced this kind of thing.

Martin was originally a police chief in a big city. He had a hot temper and hated evil. His bosses and colleagues didn't like him, and even the people he served didn't like him.

Therefore, Martin was demoted all the way and finally settled in a fairy tale town with a total population of only a few hundred.

After the foul language, Martin fell silent.

The director, who was well aware of Martin's temperament, said: "Martin, your sense of justice is unquestionable. You should reflect on a man who everyone hates. It doesn't mean that you can have no scruples if you have the right goal. You have the ability, but you are not the only one. If you have the ability, many other people are also living seriously. Cooperate well, unless you don’t want to do it... Think about it, apart from the police, do you have any skills, and how do you support your family? "

"By the way, the order comes from Police Station No. [-]."

Martin was even more silent.

Police Station No. [-] is so mysterious that even the IRS is said to be afraid to investigate.

Awesome Plath!

"I know." Martin said in a low voice.

Nancy gets a call from Claire.

"It's okay, it's really okay. You don't need to come over, you really don't need to. No... your coming will only affect our rest."

Claire understood, not politely, but disgusted.

Tsk tsk, you value sex over friends.

After a while, the police car stopped in front of the hotel, and the hotel owner pointed at Geralt's door and said something.A group of people went over and knocked on the door.

Geralt opened the door and saw three policemen who were in danger.

"Chief Martin?" Geralt asked first.

"I am," said Martin.

"I am Geralt Winchester, special agent of Precinct [-]." Geralt said.

"Do you have any ID?" Martin frowned.

Geralt looked strange, "Yes...but can you tell the truth from the false?"

"Uh..." Martin had never seen the ID and badge of Police Station No. [-].

It's a little embarrassing.

Can't admit it.

When Geralt took out the certificate, Martin pretended to check it and came to the conclusion: the material was solid, the workmanship was exquisite, it was authentic or fake... I don’t know.

The scene was handed over to Martin for investigation. Geralt negotiated amicably with the hotel owner. After accidentally revealing the grenade on his waist, the boss said that it would be no problem to change rooms or something, with an honest man's flattery in his smile.

The monster has quite perfect transformation and simulation abilities, and can even acquire the short-term memory of the simulated target through contact. As a result, the conventional investigation methods of ordinary police officers are ineffective, so Geralt has no intention of cooperating with Martin.

He had only one request for Martin: expedited ballistic testing.Regarding Martin's questions, Geralt responded with "Confidential, no comment."

It almost aroused Martin's explosive temper.

Fortunately, after changing rooms, Geralt and Nancy stayed in the room and did not wander around in Martin's sight. Otherwise, Martin would be so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Martin and his men found a total of 15 bullet casings and dug out 7 bullets in the wall.

Martin stood in the position where the shapeshifter fired, assumed the perspective of the shapeshifter, and raised his hand to make a shooting gesture.

"The murderer shot at the door, but his shooting skills were extremely poor, so 7 of them hit the wall. Where were the remaining 8? There were none on the door, and there were none in the room... strange." Martin said.

Although Martin was rich in experience, he never imagined that someone would actually receive the bullet physically.

"Just ask the special agent," Martin's officer said.

"He won't tell, those arrogant bastards."

Martin is a conceited man.A person who is conceited usually finds it difficult to tolerate the conceitedness of others.The sad thing is that he can't do anything to the other party.

Martin looked deep into Geralt's new room and whispered: "I always feel like they are hiding something. I hate this feeling of powerlessness."

"Is the ID true?" Nancy held the ID Geralt had just shown.

"It depends." Geralt said.

"Huh?" Nancy didn't understand what she meant.

Geralt explained: "The authenticity of the ID mainly depends on Police Station No. [-]. Police Station No. [-] admits that even if the ID is made of straw paper, it is still authentic. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful it is, it will be useless."

"oh oh."

Nancy incarnates a hundred thousand whys, and the questions keep coming.

What can Geralt do?

Nancy took two days off due to George's complaints.

Day three.

That was the day Thompson was released.

Geralt finished checking the equipment and looked at Nancy seriously, "Are you ready, soldier?"

Nancy took a deep breath and said loudly: "Ready, sir!"

The hotel owner tilted his ears and said, "Young people really know how to play."

He thought Geralt and Nancy were playing some role-playing game.

There is no separate detention center in Storybrooke.

Suspects in long-term custody need to be transferred to Paradise.

Geralt and Nancy wait outside the police station.

Also waiting are Thompson's supporters and opponents.

The two sides use the road as the dividing line, holding support signs, clearly distinguishing themselves.

A police escort vehicle parked in front of the police station.

First, four escorts came down.

All of them were armed with live ammunition.

Thompson's opponents immediately booed, clearly dissatisfied with the tight protection Thompson was receiving.

Thompson slowly stepped out of the car.

What I saw in the photo with Geralt was that he had changed a lot. His whole body was thinner and slender, but his eyes were bright and he stood tall and straight.

Thompson did not rush into the police station. He stood still slightly and scanned the opponents and supporters one by one.

There seemed to be power in his eyes.

Awed by Thompson's momentum, the boos stopped abruptly wherever he looked, and the scene became eerily quiet.

Geralt whispered: "Thompson is a bit unusual."

Claire said: "Suffering makes people grow."

"Maybe." Geralt mused.

Thompson did not speak, but walked into the police station step by step.

There is perseverance in the bleak background.

As long as he signed the papers, Thompson would be free.

"Thompson, you shouldn't have come back." The director looked... I can only say that it was lucky that Claire didn't follow him.

"The documents can be signed in Paradise Town. You should leave here temporarily. The Mitchell family is not a coward. They firmly believe that you killed Shirley. They will not let you go even if the whole family is dead."

"I know, but I have to come back." Thompson picked up the pen and slowly wrote his name in beautiful cursive.

Thompson raised his head, "I know very well that I am not the murderer. As an insider, you also know that this incident is not as simple as it seems. The evil force is invading Fairy Tale Town, and someone must stand up to fight the devil."

"You didn't believe in religion before..." the director said.

"I don't believe it now," Thompson said, "but God exists. I firmly believe this because I have witnessed it with my own eyes. He brought disasters to me to sharpen my will."

The director looked at Thompson seriously, feeling like he was a different person.

It may be that life in prison has destroyed and reshaped him.

"Do I need to send someone to take you home?" the director said.

"No need." Thompson refused.

The scene of Thompson slowly walking out against the light is like the texture of a movie scene.

Martin and his men had their hands on their holsters, ready for any eventuality.

Secretly praying that the Mitchell family wouldn't show up.

They are victims.

Very painful.

But the law is the law, and the benefit of the doubt goes to the defendant.

Like ordinary people, police officers also hold their own opinions. As police officers, they can only perform their duties.

The shapeshifters are at the scene, witnessing the appearance of all living things, and enjoying the joy of playing with human beings.

He saw two girls in the crowd: Nancy and Claire.

What about the man?He remembered that he was shot several times last time, but nothing happened.

Was there just now.

The shape-shifter frowned slightly. He was good at changing into the appearance of other people, sneak attacks or creating conflicts, and playing with people's hearts.

The force of force can only be considered average, and it is okay to fight two or three ordinary people with bare hands.

But the shapeshifter wasn't too worried.

The last time Geralt saw through it, he thought it was because the transformation time was too hasty and the transformation was not perfect enough.

Looking at Thompson standing at the door of the police station and giving a "speech" in a deep voice, the shape-shifter began to feel a little irritable.

——Why haven’t the Mitchells shown up yet?

Isn’t their belief that tooth for tooth, blood debt must be repaid with blood? !

Damn!

The shapeshifter reached for the holster on his waist. If the Mitchells didn't show up, he would be the one to cause chaos.

Thinking of this, the shapeshifter quietly opened the holster of his gun.

His hand was already on the handle of the gun.

"Got you."

Sudden.

There was a sound behind him that made the shapeshifter's hair stand on end.He turned his head sharply and saw Geralt standing behind him, holding a glass bottle.

Unknown liquid was poured over.

The shapeshifter got splashed in the face.

"what!"

As if acid had been poured on it, the shapeshifter covered his face and screamed.