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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?

Geralt swallowed his saliva. His body was in the period of puberty with surging hormones. His body had already reacted without thinking.

Is it unbearable?

Wait, why do you have to endure it?

Then simply... the top and bottom are blocked together.

After fighting until dawn, Geralt narrowed his eyes for a while.

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.

Geralt kicked the shapeshifter in the back.

The shapeshifter swooped out and landed in front of the crowd.

The accident happened in an instant, and most people were confused about the presence of a human figure in front of them.

After being stunned for a second or two, Martin and the other police officers present reacted and pointed their guns at Geralt.

Because the shapeshifter transformed into one of Martin's men, that is to say, in the eyes of others, Geralt kicked away a policeman.

"hands up!"

"Not allowed to move!"

Geralt slowly raised his hands and said with a smile: "I don't think the person you are paying attention to should be me."

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

The kicked policeman swelled up, his clothes were torn, and he looked like a chameleon walking upright.

"Oh my God, you sinners, what have you done to God?!!!"

Thompson yelled.

It turns out that the "god" he mentioned to the director was the shapeshifter.

In other words, Thompson was indeed not the real murderer of Shirley, as Claire intuitively believed, but he was not as innocent as he claimed.

After being stunned for another second, Martin and others finally reacted.

They all turned their guns and pointed them at the shapeshifter.

The shapeshifter gave Geralt a spiteful look, then rushed into the crowd.

The police were afraid of accidentally injuring innocent people and did not dare to shoot.

The scene was extremely chaotic, and the shapeshifter took the opportunity to escape, quickly fleeing into the woods.

"what happened?"

Martin turned to look at Geralt, only to find that the place where Geralt originally stood was empty.

"As you can see, that's what happened."

It was Nancy who answered Martin, "The monster has turned into the shape of your men, and of course it can also turn into the shape of Thompson. But the fact that Thompson is complicit in the monster is unexpected."

"Who are you?" Martin asked.

"An amateur detective driven by interest." Nancy said. "It is recommended to leave the hunting of monsters to professionals."

"Thompson!" Martin suddenly thought.

But Thompson was also missing.

Thompson ran after the shapeshifter and ran into the forest, but his strength was not enough and he soon panted while holding on to the tree trunk.

"Claire?"

Thompson found someone standing in front of him, looking at him with cold eyes.

"Why? Why do you treat Shirley like this?" Claire was both angry and sad. "She is so young and so cute..."

Thompson said: "I didn't want to either, but she was chosen by God..."

"God?!" Claire snapped: "Are you talking about that shit-colored lizard monster?!"

"You don't understand. He is the incarnation of God, so he can transform into anyone. Isn't this what the myth says, that God can be anyone?"

"God came to the world to bring light and holiness to the filthy and dark world. I am sorry for Shirley's sacrifice, but it is not meaningless."

As he spoke, Thompson fell into a sort of frenzy.

Claire stared at him and said after a moment:

"crazy."

"It's over to you."

Two people walked out from behind the big tree. They were Shirley's father, Hank, and her brother, Sasha.

"Thank you." Shirley's father said.

The father who lost his daughter had bloodshot eyes and a sharp butchering knife in his hand.

"Claire, you can't do this." Thompson said desperately.

"You know, we knew where the monster was hiding yesterday. The reason why we chose to expose the monster today, in public, at the risk of hurting innocent people, is to prove your innocence. My intuition is right, you are indeed You are not the real culprit, but an accomplice. You are as hateful as a monster."

After saying that, Claire turned and left.

Thompson yelled: "You can't do this, it's illegal. You will live with guilt for the rest of your life."

"Guilty...maybe, but worth it." Claire's voice came faintly.

"Hank, Sasha, Shirley wouldn't want you to become murderers." Thompson looked pitifully at the father and son in front of him.

"Shut up!" Hank shouted angrily: "Don't say Shirley's name from your dirty mouth. My baby is lying on the cold ground, she is dead..."