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Claire squatted on the ground, buried her head between her knees, and cried silently.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

Until a dozen minutes ago, she still believed in Thompson's innocence.

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..."

Claire squatted on the ground, buried her head between her knees, and cried silently.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

Until a dozen minutes ago, she still believed in Thompson's innocence.

Time goes back to yesterday.

Seeing Geralt looking at his phone intently, Claire leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Ballistic test analysis report." Geralt handed the phone to Claire.

Claire only glanced at it and was stunned.

Because the report showed that the gun used by the shapeshifter last night was an exhibit and should have been lying quietly in the evidence room of the Fairy Tale Town Police Station.

It is difficult to get something from the evidence room. Most people will immediately think of an insider committing the crime.

Considering the existence of shapeshifters, there is a high probability that the shapeshifters become insiders.

"Surveillance!" Claire thought, and then said like a deflated rubber ball: "Since we can get the evidence in the evidence room, it is not difficult to erase the surveillance."

"I don't think so. Judging from the other party's bad taste, he might want to frame an innocent police officer. Under normal circumstances, how many days will it take to complete the test in Fairy Tale Town?" Geralt asked.

"There is no special laboratory in Fairy Tale Town. The warhead needs to be sent to Paradise Town. Each time plus the testing time, even if it is urgent, it will take tomorrow at the earliest." Claire said: "The monster didn't expect us to get it so quickly. Ballistic test report...I'm going to check the surveillance..."

"Wait," Geralt said.

"Don't worry, I guarantee you won't be discovered." Claire was full of energy and confidence.

"Um...I mean, the surveillance...is obtained." Geralt said.

Claire: "???"

The firewall of the Fairy Tale Town Police Department looked like a clueless technician in front of Joseph. Since Joseph was a law-abiding and good hacker, Geralt increased the money.

The problem is that there is too much monitoring and too much control.

Claire said: "So you called me here just to let me watch the surveillance? Is it enough for one person to watch it for a month?"

Geralt said: "I am not such a cruel person. Didn't Nancy accompany you?"

"Okay." Claire agreed, "But I have a question."

"Say."

"How did you see through the shape-shifting monster that turned into me?" Claire said: "I mean, if there is a way to directly see through the shape-shifting disguise, why bother?"

Geralt said: "My personal guess is that it takes a certain amount of time for a shape-shifter to perfectly transform into a human being. He was too hasty that day, or maybe too confident, and the flaws were quite obvious. According to Nick, this shape-shifter's transformation It’s perfect, otherwise he wouldn’t have wasted nearly a month and gained nothing.”

Claire nodded, "I understand."

Pull Nancy to watch the surveillance together.

Watching surveillance is undoubtedly a very boring thing, and the same is true for investigating and solving crimes in reality.

"Thank you." Geralt took the glass bottle from Nick's hand, which contained the potion prepared by Lorissa - the potion that allowed the shape-shifter to reveal its true form.

The four then visit the Mitchells in the evening in the most friendly way possible.

The tragedy that happened to Shirley destroyed this originally happy family, and the whole house smelled of rancidity and alcohol.

Shirley's parents blame each other and feel guilty.The elder brother wore headphones and maintained his gun with an expressionless expression.

"You are..." After the Mitchell family reacted, Geralt, Nick and Monroe each knocked one person unconscious.

Nick asked, "Is this necessary?"

Geralt asked, "Given their condition, do you think it's possible for them to listen to us? Besides, why should they trust us strangers?"

Nick said helplessly: "Okay, you are right. What should we do now?"

Geralt said: "Move them near the police station, park the van near the police station, and let them see with their own eyes what is happening."

Then in the van, the Mitchell family witnessed what happened in front of the police station.

Claire cuts the restraints on the Mitchells.

Sit back and wait with them in the forest.

……

Geralt chased the shapeshifter all the way without keeping any distance.

suddenly.

A crossbow arrow was shot from the forest and nailed to the chest of the shapeshifter.

The running shapeshifter rolled to the ground.

Nick, Monroe, and Rosa slowly walked out from behind the tree.

Monroe sniffed, "Hey, my blood was mixed into your current medicine, bastard, how come you can't escape my tracking this time."

Monroe's is a blood werewolf, a type of werewolf.They are particularly sensitive to the smell of blood and can smell blood within three kilometers and tell the difference.

Nick aimed his crossbow at the shapeshifter who was getting up.

"Wait a minute." Geralt stopped Nick and asked, "Does your mission require you to slay a shapeshifter?"

"That's not it."

"Oh, can you leave it to me?"

"Uh... no problem." Nick agreed readily.

He is not a fighting maniac, he just needs to solve the problem.And he also wanted to see how other witchers fought.

At this time, the shapeshifter took out the crossbow arrow, and the green blood flowed some and then stopped.

"The Black Goat," Geralt muttered silently.

"Is Geralt okay?"

Nick was a little worried when he saw Geralt suddenly had a hammer in his hand and was fighting a shapeshifter in close combat.

He had a brief encounter with the shapeshifter and knew that the monster was very powerful and that its body fluids had a paralyzing effect.