"Drink something?"

In the study, Sherman asked softly.

"No thanks!"

Ivy doesn't drink anything easily, even if the other party is from the same organization as him.

Sherman didn't say anything, and turned to sit across from Ivy.

Ivy took off her hat and put it on the table, "According to the rules, I said the code you reserved, and you can do one thing for me." ”

"One thing you can do."

Sherman repeated.

"I lost something, something very important, it has something to do with the ritual formation, I hope you can help me retrieve it."

Ivy said.

"Can you tell me what it is?" Sherman frowned.

"A book!"

"A book full of occult knowledge and rituals!"

Sherman's face changed suddenly, he looked at Ivy from the sky, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Knowledge is the most valuable, aren't you worried that I will hide it after I get it?"

"Huh."

Ivy let out a chuckle, but there was irrepressible ferocity hidden in the laughter.

She gently removed the black gloves she wore on her hands and placed her slender palms on the edge of the table.

Sherman was stunned, looking overwhelmed.

But at this moment, Ivy's slender palm swelled violently, the bone joints became thicker, the fair skin turned pale blue, and the fingertips popped out sharp blades!

Laugh at!

Click!

The sturdy oak corners cracked at the sound, and Ivy reached forward with her palm, easily slicing a button around Sherman's neck.

The whole movement was extremely fast, and by the time Sherman reacted, Ivy's palm had returned to normal.

Slender knuckles tapped gently on the table.

Tuk tuk!

The voice was crisp, but it was like a hammer slamming into Sherman's chest!

The expression on Sherman's face changed suddenly, his whole face swollen red, and he seemed to want to stand up, but he lost strength because of surprise.

"You can try!"

Ivy said calmly.

"You...... You ......"

Sherman pointed at Ivy, "You've completed the Eucharistic transformation!" ”

His expression immediately became solemn, he took a few deep breaths, suppressed the surprise and fear in his heart, and then stood up violently.

"Dear Lady Ivy, I didn't know you were a Eucharistic ......"

"Sit down."

Ivy waved her hand.

"Find my stuff and give it to me."

"Can it be done?"

"Of course, in this process, I hope that your methods can be as gentle as possible, and I don't want to cause some unnecessary trouble."

Ivy admonished.

"Yes, ma'am, I understand."

Sherman's attitude became much more respectful.

"When things work out, I won't treat you badly, work hard, maybe you can complete the Eucharistic transformation soon."

Next, Ivy picked and retold the information she had to Sherman.

"I'll come back to you in 10 days."

Ivy stood up, and Sherman followed her, all the way to the door.

Seeing the figure disappear in the distance, he quietly wiped the cold sweat from his sideburns, and let out a complicated breath.

"Father, who is that woman?"

A young voice came from upstairs.

Sherman turned his head and looked at his son with a tired face.

"An important partner."

"How do you feel, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"What are you going out to do, being pointed at?"

Sherman sighed, "Bob, listen to me, you didn't do anything wrong. ”

Compared to three days ago, Bob also looked extremely haggard at this time, and it was clear that Simpson's death had a big impact on him.

"The only thing people in this world can rely on is themselves."

"Only one's own strength can be able to retreat in the face of danger."

"Oh, by the way, there was a young man named Roger who went to the mountains with you that day, right?"

Sherman asked suddenly.

Bob nodded, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing."

Sherman shook his head thoughtfully.

On the other hand, after leaving the police station, Roger went straight back to Andleine's home.

The house was quiet, Amanda had been hiding in the room and refusing to come out, the basic inquiries had been completed, and he didn't need to be on call at all times.

After thinking about it, Roger left a sticky note on the table and got on his bike and set off.

After buying tools at a supermarket on the other street, he rode his bicycle straight to the side of the mountain in the distance.

The money on his body was naturally left to him by Andrein, and Roger was not polite to Andrene, he is indeed short of money now, there is no need to worry about this kind of thing, some thanks, and he should remember it in his heart after saying it.

Naturally, the repayment will be doubled in the future.

Energetic, he came to the side of the mountain in a puff of smoke, then hid his bicycle, put on his backpack and followed his memory to the forest hut.

If it weren't for the case in the past few days that delayed his time, he would have repaired the hunter's hut long ago.

Turning over the hill, the cemetery and cottage in the distance can be seen, and the sun is scorching at this time, but walking in the cemetery, Roger feels as if the air has become cool.

"There can't really be ghosts here, right?"

Quickly walking through the cemetery, he pulled out his tools and began to repair the hut, having his first experience, this time at a fast pace.

Chop down trees, saw, rest.

He didn't even need to do it himself, as long as he put the cut pieces of wood in the corresponding places, it wouldn't be long before the hut would be repaired automatically.

Not only that, but the repaired parts are definitely comparable to the best workers.

After eating a few cold hamburgers at noon and taking a short break, he continued to work.

Compared with the last time, Roger's physical strength has been greatly improved, and the speed of work is naturally much faster.

It was getting dark, and he smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the 100% intact hunter's hut in front of him.

Push the door and walk into the wooden house, there is no light source, the room seems a little dark, overall, this cabin is much larger than the previous one.

The pattern is also obviously more reasonable.

Entering the house is an open living room, with a trophy display area on the wall facing the doorway, a separate area on the left hand side is his bedroom, and next to the bedroom is the study.

The area on the other side is vacant, and looking at the previous traces, it should be the place where the grave keeper cooks.

On the wall where the bedroom and study meet, there is a large display board, which can be used to query the information of the hunter's hut, and there is a new piece of information on the display board.

Raging Beasts: Areas that have been free of wildlife activity for several years in a row suddenly flood with a large number of manic beasts. They will actively attack pedestrians at night, and in severe cases, they can even cause death.

Clear the nearby beasts and find the source that drove them mad.

At this point, the information ends.

Roger blinked.

"What about the reward?"

"How can people be interested in killing monsters like this?"

He said helplessly.

It seems that what is recorded on the bulletin board is probably the attack of the previous day.

Roger frowned, "Could it be that these beasts were really caused by that day's ritual?"

"But what is the purpose of this?"