The strong impact made the blood beast in mid-air sluggish for a moment.

The front end of the head was blasted with a fist-sized hole of flesh and blood, which was shocking.

The blood beast seems to be tyrannical, but it is more reflected in the associated effects after blood-sucking. However, during this time, it has absorbed all the blood of cattle and sheep. It is only today that it has tried human blood for the first time. Ordinary bullets can't resist.

The power of the firearm in Sherlock's hand has been verified with the Ratcatcher's defensive wonders, and with the special bullets provided by the Church of Resurrection, it is just right to restrain this type of monster with its own dark attributes. This shot kills the monster. Not surprising.

"died?"

Came out from behind the tree trunk on the other side, Donald was holding a new magazine in his hand, and the rain that kept seeping into his neck was very uncomfortable.

boom! boom!

He fired two shots at the head in a row, and the blood beast twitched twice, completely silent.

"It should be dead now."

It was a serious injury before, and two shots were made. Now, even pouring a few buckets of blood into the blood beast can't save it.

He trotted a few steps to Aldridge next to him, and tested his breath with his fingers. The faces of both of them were not very good-looking. The one who rode a horse and ran in the rain was not killing Aldrich. He had too much information, and now he is dead. It's so random, it's a headache.

"According to what you said, someone handed the goat horn to Aldridge. Judging from his reaction just now, he didn't plan to run at all, and he just wanted to solve our problem in the woods. If we proceed according to the other party's original plan , Aldrich died first, the two of us followed behind him, the goat horns were left in the forest... all traces were erased."

Donald raised his hand and closed Aldridge's self-opening eyes. If the two of them were weaker, or Sherlock hadn't gone to the Church of Resuscitation to get the bullets in advance, I'm afraid he would be lying on the ground like him by now.

In the barren mountains and mountains, the three corpses will be eaten clean by the passing beasts in a few nights.

Thinking about it now, Aldridge bought the goat horn and he went to the engraving shop. Even if the goat horn and the blood beast were finally discovered, everything would still be blamed on him.

"Do you remember what he said before he died, the Bartleys adopted him, he and Audrey should be brothers and sisters, and he said that he would pay them back everything he owed, who is 'they'? answer?"

Sherlock's meaning is clear, but there are still contradictions in reason.

"You mean the orders of the Bartleys, so Audrey's disappearance has something to do with them, so why did Zil Bartley look for us?"

Isn't it better to close the door and solve it yourself? This is outside the city of Preston, and it is a private farm. As long as it is properly covered, no one will know.

"What if they didn't know it at first?"

Sherlock believes that the Bartleys were initially unaware, at least not knowing what was going on when they were entrusted.

Audrey's disappearance was a play. She wanted to change her appearance, but she didn't know where to get the method, so with the help of the town procurement and her friends, Audrey was at best an assistant.

She left that box on purpose to show that photo to someone in the family!

However, it can only be said that she was hiding a little secretly, and the Bartleys didn't think about it at all, so Donald found her first by accident.

The blood beast was indeed summoned according to the secret technique. Fortunately, the lady did not dare to command it to kill. This is normal. Appearance is one thing. The price is too evil.

So she didn't know whether it was naive or innocent, but she actually thought of trying cattle and sheep blood, which made the situation worse. When Sherlock provoked Aldridge with words just now, his response was the best proof.

As Donald and Sherlock continued to investigate, Aldridge accidentally discovered that they were approaching the truth and could only find a way to remedy it.

How to help? Two children who grew up on farms, how careful can they think?

They can't think of a perfect remedy.

Their ideas are not bold enough!

So they found the two owners of the Ranfindor farm.

"Is there anyone in the world who wants to arrest her daughter? On the premise that she only harmed a few of her own cattle and sheep."

Strictly speaking, Audrey didn't do anything destructive. This farm belonged to his family. If he killed his own cattle and sheep, outsiders would definitely not be able to say anything.

"Then why did they silence them?"

After moving two steps under the shade of the tree, the rain still showed no sign of decreasing.

"Because some of the Bartleys understand the seriousness of using taboo rituals! What is a few cattle and sheep? The problem is that in the eyes of the special department, anyone who dares to touch this kind of forbidden thing is a crime, and it is a serious crime. As parents, of course they can't watch their daughter's life be ruined like this, so someone starts thinking about how to make it happen, and the answer is right in front of them... Am I right, Miss Fran Chazzo ."

Halfway through the sentence, Sherlock grabbed Donald's arm and pulled to his side. Behind them, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Mirena Bartley's personal maid appeared at an unknown time.

In front of the bushes, Fran Xia still had that flat expression, her gaze shifted from Aldrich to the blood beast, and finally back to the two of them.

There was no conversation.

The hands hanging by the side stretched out to the back, unfastened the laces of the maid outfit, did not take them off, just let the back loose, and then bent down to untie the shoelaces, as if she was preparing before going to bed, But the place changed from a warm and comfortable bedroom to a mountain forest in the cold rain.

Weird, chill!

boom!

The gunshot rang out suddenly, and Donald was quite happy to shoot. In his senses, the front was inhuman!

The bullet hit the maid's shoulder directly, and the wound was oozing blood, but her movements did not stop at all.

The rain fell, dripped into her hair, and dripped down the ends of her hair. It should have been colorless, but now it was stained with blood red. Sherlock didn't look at her head...

Donald first glanced at the blood on Fran's face, because she was lowering her head to take off her shoes, so he saw the cracked skin on the top of her head and the blood spilling out.

I saw her bowing, blood spurting out from her back, and her flesh split open, as if she had taken off a piece of clothing from her body.

The layer of disguise that belongs to human beings fades away.

There are bloodshots on his body. The monster with the same height as Fran Xiazuo is standing on the ground with two feet. It has a lot of human facial features, but the shape of other parts can be said to be the upright humanoid version of the blood beast!

"Hey... this guy is a bit powerful!"

Loading the new magazine, Donald finally knew why the first time he saw Fran Xiazuo, he thought her skeleton was tall, and the apparently docile dog outside the worker's dormitory barked when he saw her.

This is a monster in human skin!