The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3166 The Detective is about to die (Seventeen)

"Why are there so many dogs?" Schiller shook the blood off his hands and looked at the three or four strong hounds rushing out of the door, and said with some doubt.

"These dogs are fat and strong, which proves that the lighthouse must be guarded by someone, but I don't know if they are still alive now." Schiller said after sighing.

"What should I do? Kill or run?"

"Kill them all. In case no food is found, they can be used as reserve food." Schiller waved at Greedy, and Greedy blinked.

"Give me the knife." Schiller said.

"You want to fight in close combat?" Greedy hesitated and said, "External injuries may be treatable, but rabies cannot be treated."

"There are only two bullets left in this gun." Schiller said, and then he didn't say much, and let Greedy throw the knife to him, but he didn't put down the hunting rifle. If he faced a person, he might be afraid that someone would take the gun away, but he didn't have this concern when facing a dog.

Schiller was holding a knife in his hand, turned the gun around, and grabbed the gun handle again. The moment the leading dog pounced on him, he dodged sideways, grabbed the gun handle and stabbed it hard to the side. The slender shotgun head directly pierced the dog's neck, and blood sprayed all over the floor.

But this seemed to stimulate the dogs even more. They no longer pounced one by one, but three dogs came together.

The light was a little dim, and Schiller couldn't see the specific breed of the dog, but it was definitely a large fighting dog, with sharp teeth, fat and strong body, and very obvious muscles in the front and back limbs.

This kind of dog specially used for fighting beasts is very fierce. It will not let go of anything it bites. Even if it is hit slightly, it will lose a piece of meat.

The three dogs pounced on him at the same time, and Schiller rolled to the side suddenly, rubbing the edge of the carpet and jumping into the front desk table. The moment the dog jumped on the front desk, he stabbed it with a knife and pulled it out. Seeing some eyeball mucus on the knife, he knew that the leading dog was blind in one eye.

There were two chairs inside the desk at the front desk. Schiller grabbed one of them and swept it across the table, knocking down a dog that had just jumped up.

The second dog that wanted to get in from the side of the front desk was slashed on the front leg by Schiller, but its ferocity did not diminish at all. Its fangs flashed a terrifying cold light under the moonlight, and its saliva kept dripping onto the ground.

Schiller pretended to step back, but he raised the chair again and knocked down the two dogs that attacked from the front. The dog on the side thought it had a chance, so it stepped back a little and rushed forward. At the moment of jumping, Schiller held the kitchen knife horizontally with both hands and slashed it hard on its lower abdomen.

Crash!

Blood and internal organs were sprayed all over the floor again. The jumping dog could even drag its intestines and open its mouth to bite people. Schiller killed it with a knife.

However, another hound had already jumped in during this gap. Schiller grabbed the chair next to him and forced the dog back into a small space. He extended the barrel of the shotgun through the gap in the chair.

The hound was fooled, biting the barrel of the shotgun and not letting go, biting and shaking its head. Schiller threw the chair aside, grabbed the gun and threw the hound far away.

Another hound just jumped onto the table of the front desk, and Schiller did not hit it down, but jumped out of the front desk himself, and took advantage of the dog's turning around to hit its waist with the barrel of the gun, and took advantage of the moment when it lost balance and fell inside, and stabbed it in the stomach with a knife.

The hound that was thrown away quickly stood up and rushed over here again. Schiller dodged to the side again, but not too far away. When the dog turned to the side, he adjusted the shotgun, grabbed the barrel of the gun, swung it and smashed it, and the brains splattered immediately.

A total of five ferocious hounds, all lying on the floor of the hall.

Schiller exhaled, propped the shotgun in front of his body, and recovered some strength. Greedy, who had come to the stairs, lay on the railing and gave him a thumbs up.

Schiller smiled at him, shook his bloody hands, and said, "Want to go up and take a look?"

Greedy nodded and walked up, and Schiller also walked up. The stairwell was a little dark, Schiller was covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood lingered.

Before he reached the second floor, Schiller heard breathing.

He opened his spiritual vision again, but didn't see anything in front of him. Greedy seemed to be completely fearless. He strode up to the second floor, found the room where the breathing sound was, and opened the door directly.

A man with a gray beard was slumped in the corner. There was an obvious tear on his leg. With the light from the window next to him, it could be seen that a piece of meat was bitten off by sharp teeth.

The man saw them as if he saw a ghost, and yelled at them: "Don't come over! You monsters!!!"

"We are not monsters..."

As soon as Greedy opened his mouth, the man cursed. Greedy held his breath and stepped aside, revealing Schiller with a knife in his hand and blood all over his body. Then he stared at the man and said.

"We are monsters, what do you want?"

The man was choked, "What do you mean I want? Isn't it what you want?"

"We don't want to do anything to you." Schiller said, "You raised the dogs downstairs, right? Those little guys caused us a lot of trouble. We happen to have an elite lawyer in our team. Are you sure you can accept the number on the compensation slip?"

The man ignored the second half of his nonsense and said, "You killed those dogs? How did you do it?"

"As you can see." Schiller replied.

"Are you...are you a priest?" The man was surprised and suspicious.

"I am a clergyman, but not a priest. Have you heard of the Requiem?" Schiller walked into the room.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, the man opened his mouth, but after a while he still said dryly: "Are you sure you are the Requiem One?"

"I guarantee your dog is fine now," Schiller said, nodding.

The man's Adam's apple moved obviously.

"Well, you are going to die anyway, why don't you just give me a good time." The man tilted his head back, but his body was still shaking a little, and he was obviously not as tough as he appeared.

"Did your leg get bitten by your dog?" Greedy stepped forward to check the wound on his leg and said, "We have doctors in our team. If you have medicine or bandages, maybe we can save it." Your life."

The man said in a dry voice: "It's not necessary. Even if the bleeding is stopped now, I won't live long."

"Why?"

"Since you are from outside, you should know that strange events have occurred here. The legendary monster Prowler has invaded the village. No one here can survive."

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"Are everyone in the village dead?"

"I don't know, but the lighthouse has not been lit for several days, and no one has come to find it. Maybe they are all dead."

"So you were suddenly attacked by your dog and then cornered in the lighthouse by them?"

The man didn't seem to expect that they could guess it. He looked a little surprised, but he still nodded and said: "Yes, the door of the room where the dog is kept is not locked. I don't dare to go down. Although I will die sooner or later, the dog raised by me will It’s still a bit too much for a dog to eat…”

"Okay, I completely understand." Schiller said: "Those dogs are indeed very fierce. If you go down there, you will definitely be eaten. However, we also have a friend who is injured and needs medicine and first aid supplies. If you can give We wouldn’t mind taking you away if we offered.”

"You...are you from the church?" The man showed some hesitation and said, "How many of you are here? Are there judges? Are there helicopters or something?"

"You don't have to worry about it. No matter how many people we have or how much supplies we have, the worst result is that you are killed by a monster anyway. If you come with us, you might still be able to survive."

The man showed a surprised expression, shook his head and said, "Aren't you a member of the church? Don't you know that if you leave the area where the weird incident occurs without being sure that it will not spread, even if you can survive? Will he be executed by the judge when he comes down?"

Schiller and Greed looked at each other. They really didn't know this, but Schiller could understand the reason for this rule after thinking about it for a moment. Many weird events can spread, just like viruses. Once there is a living person, If you run out, you may drag down a few people, or you may infect a whole city.

"You must have been right." The man said sarcastically: "Your army must have surrounded the village. Anyone who dares to run out will be killed. This is how you always solve problems. Taking me out is just a matter of time." Just to show your kindness, I still won’t survive.”

Greed decided not to talk nonsense with him. He said directly: "There is a huge cave under the village and an underground river full of fish. We came from there. Do you think the outside army can find it there?"

Speaking of the underground cave, the man's eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at Greedy and said, "Have you seen Harold? He must be dead, right? I went to find him at that time and asked him to take us He refused to leave here, and now he deserves to die!"

Schiller's eyes flashed, and he immediately thought that the owner of the diary had mentioned that when the weirdness first broke out, someone in the village had looked for him. Could it be the man in front of him?

"What's your name?" Schiller asked.

"You can just call me Jeff." Jeff's face quickly turned gray again, and he said: "Then it seems that his detective friend with extraordinary abilities should also be dead, and that Madeleine, who is pretending to be worse than me. Everyone knows that if you encounter a real monster, won’t everyone die?”

"Yes, they all died." Schiller nodded and said, "And they all died in that remote cabin."

Jeff was about to say something when he suddenly thought of something and said with a horrified expression: "Did you go to that cabin and see their bodies?!"

"Yes, we set the place on fire."

"Idiots! You idiots! Don't you know that fire can't burn monsters?! After you burn the corpses, you will only let the monsters possess you! Get out! Stay away from me!!"

Greedy smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Jeff paused, the panic in his eyes flashed away, and he said: "You don't understand, you don't understand... being killed by a monster is the most painful thing."

He closed his eyes tightly and breathed quickly, as if he had thought of something, but Greedy asked him, but he said nothing.

Greedy felt that he could throw a dice to determine the situation here, but his appearance and luck were not high enough. He felt that the Pale Knight, who was a lawyer, should have skills like persuasion, and he would probably have to come up later.

"Okay, you can lie down here, but you have to tell us where the medical supplies are." Greedy continued.

"Maybe on...the third floor." Jeff looked away.