After the sudden intrusion of the black deer just now and the warning from the raven, the workers in the brewery were basically gone.

Some of them were a bit dull, and they saw a group of explorers striding into the winery with puffy eyes, so they quickly accelerated their pace of escape.

Behind them, the siren of the rehabilitative officer's vehicle came. The rehabilitative officers, who were wearing double-breasted black uniforms and almost uniformly bulging belly, put on airs and shouted at the fleeing people.

They saw from a distance that some of the explorers who entered the winery glanced back, so they didn't step into the winery for half a step, and pulled up a cordon outside the gate-this is the rule after a mysterious out-of-control incident, and the explorers will solve it , and the duty of the Jiaojiaohua officer is to maintain order on the scene...

The agent of the undead walking in the middle of the team turned around and continued on. There is a mysterious incident in the brewery, which has attracted attention, but the rescuers belonging to Taro have not yet arrived.

At this moment, Donald Brewery is like a small city without people, with tall workshops connected one after another, with towering chimneys, still emitting smoke. A faint sour smell pervaded the entire winery.

As one of the top three beer and beverage companies in New Zealand, the Donald Winery is quite large. It is rumored that the owner of the winery, Donald, also has some contacts with the official officials of the Divine Court. Tarot set up the refuge here, so she naturally had her considerations.

The explorers and his party quickly passed through the outermost office building, followed the raven's track, and walked into the huge brewing workshop. The huge metal tanks shaded the sunlight, making the workshop look dark and oppressive, and the air was fumigated with an intoxicating malt aroma...

The brewery has become quiet, like a river whose tide has passed. At this moment, only the monotonous ding ding ding bang in the distance can be heard. It's a place reminiscent of a familiar afternoon downtown, the smell of melted tar mingling with the stench of street water. But the explorer knows in his heart that this place is not a street in the lower city, but an extremely dangerous place, hiding a wandering **** who needs to be recovered and plans to fight to the death.

The agent of the undead suddenly frowned: "The owner of the winery is still here."

Winery owner? Both the Laughing Man and Bill turned their heads.

The owner of the winery, Mr. Donald? The man who took care of his friend's widow after Mr. Tarot passed away?

"Should have escaped from the reception and went straight back to the winery..." Bill murmured, turning his head suddenly, "Let's stop him! Maybe he knows where Talo is hiding!"

The agent of the undead nodded: "I have blocked him."

The team quickly quickened their pace after the agent. They walked through the entire brewery, walked up an iron staircase at the end, and entered an office built in the brewery.

Pushing open the door, one can see the huge raven spreading its wings like a courting bird, and the weird rune belonging to Helota faintly floating in the air above its head...

Donald seemed to want to flee before, but the raven overwhelmed him with the power of the messenger.

The man who knew nothing about mysteries was obviously frightened by the strangeness shown by the raven, and shivered in the corner with his head in his arms, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the death totem blocking the door.

Feeling a group of people coming in, Donald raised his pale face. At this moment, his face was covered with sweat, and his oily hair, which had been finely divided in the middle, was completely messed up. The monocle was swinging wildly in front of his chest, as if it coincided with his chaotic heartbeat. He seemed to be melting, and the sweat on his face was excessive.

His eyes were wide open, obviously, everything in front of him completely broke him down.

"Finally...finally! It's time for liquidation?!" Donald seemed to have fallen into some kind of nightmare. He saw the crow that had turned into an inexplicable totem, saw many masks revolving around him, and saw that his body seemed to be covered by some kind of creature. The Alienated Long Island Master...

"Everything that happened here...has nothing to do with me!" Donald waved his hand suddenly, his hair dripping with sweat, and he was completely different from the calm and refined gentleman before, "It was all done by that woman, and has nothing to do with me! That woman... She's not human at all!"

"Calm down, Donald." Bill adjusted his breathing, his breathing seemed to be some kind of weird duet, "You are also the one who was persecuted by her, and we are here to help you."

Donald stared at Bill's face with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand Bill's meaning, but also as if he was trying to identify who was in front of him.

After a while, the winery owner suddenly laughed nervously. His laughter was hoarse and self-entertaining at first, then it became louder and weirder, and gradually evolved into a series of old voices, his fingers curled up like dry bird claws, "quack...quack..."

Not like human laughter.

"Help me?!" Donald's eyes were full of madness, "Gentlemen, we're all here—you can help yourself!"

He lowered his voice instead, and said with a sinister smile, "You don't even know what she did..."

The winery owner's movements stopped abruptly, as if he was afraid that something would find him, he suddenly remained motionless, staring out the window with eyes that could only belong to a madman.

After confirming that there was no sound, he continued: "My friend, Mr. Tarot, didn't die of illness at all...

Donald's voice was very soft and low, but everyone present could hear: "She killed it, she killed it."

"I dare not say...

"I dare not! If I say it, I will die too! I can only follow her request, surround her like a dog, and please her...

"She is like a good person in front of others-only I know what she is, what she is!..."

"Enough." The Laughing Man's voice sounded. Sean didn't think there was time right now to continue listening to Donald's overly broken expression.

"Where is she? What's the secret in this winery?"

As if he mentioned the thing that scares him the most~lightnovelpub.net~ The man sitting on the ground huddled into a ball: "She...she raised something in my winery...

"She raised something! It's in her little world! No one can pass, no one is allowed to pass!

Donald looked up and roared, as if he was shouting at his workers: "No one is allowed to enter the third brewery, no one is allowed to enter!"

"What? What did she raise there?" Due to the soul connection, Sean felt a series of speculations from Evan Burns. It may be some kind of fierce vengeful spirit, or it may be a legendary monster that has long been extinct...it uses the entire factory building as its lair—that is the watchdog of her refuge...

Donald raised his head, like a somnambulist, with a dazed expression on his face.

Then a pair of eyes searched for the faint light, as if he had experienced something that could not be digested by reason, and he was praying with his eyes for the strange people present to give him some reason. He licked his dry lips, rather than speaking, it was more like a sigh: "God.

"She raised a god, in the winery."