Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 46
Cannibal sect.

Child abduction.

Mrs. Downer, White.
For a split second, Lan En couldn't tell whether the coldness in his heart came from anger or guilt.

It was just a boundless chill sweeping over the demon hunter's body.

During an ordinary daily hunt, he and his friends were working methodically, and then the unknown enemy started to "kill people" with a smile on his face!
The enemy was a cannibal, Bernie was hit by an arrow, Lan En's brain withstood a full 70% proficiency impact, brought him back to the village, and then performed the operation while enduring the pain that was about to explode his brain.

The young man thought he had saved his friend's life.

I thought in my heart: What I encountered today was so fucked up, I was tormenting me so much, I said tomorrow I will smell the smell and go to deal with the offal of archery, but today I don’t even want to get out of bed and don’t want anyone else stop.

But just after Bernie's stomach was sewn up, old Allen brought such news.

There was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the anger was burning.

It was like pouring a basin of cold water from the top of his head, so that he didn't even know how he felt in his heart for a moment!
guilty?
Yes, very guilty.

He came to Auriden with the fundamental purpose of making a good life for the widow of the man who had spoken for him.

But now, their only remaining child has been abducted!

lost!

Because of what?

——Because that kid is fucking picking the damn alchemy ingredients for me!
What else could it be? Lan En couldn't think of a precocious child who would run out of the village for no reason due to family changes.

White knew all too well how dangerous it was outside the village.

And now in Mrs. Downer's arms, the small cloth bag still exudes a distinct, fresh scent of white zinnias.

Angry?

Of course he would be angry. In Lan En's eyes, abduction and trafficking of children is a crime of the same level as cannibalism!

But if you want to say that the most prominent mood right now is anxiety.

Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!
Why are all the bad things piled together? !

Lan En remembered that the criminal investigation experts in his hometown world had calculated that in the first 48 hours of a missing person, both the recovery rate of the police and the survival rate of the missing person would be precipitously higher than that after 48 hours.

That was still in the hometown world with advanced technology and surveillance everywhere.

It was hundreds of years ago that human traffickers killed the goods in their hands on a large scale.

But in Waylon. In Waylon, where a wave of people die like bugs every day.

As long as the people of Weilun leave their homes, they are equivalent to bearing the risk of violent death on the way, let alone being abducted? !

- Every second counts now!

Lan En suddenly stood up from the wooden plank on the pier, and the weight of nearly [-] kilograms even made the wooden plank creak!

"Why didn't you say it sooner!"

The witcher's face twitched with anger, and he glared at old Allen as he put on his steel bracers and studded leather gloves again.

The old man's face was crumpled.

"You're saving people." The old man pointed to Mrs. Donner. "Donna won't rush to disturb you like a crazy woman at this time, even if she is really worried like crazy now."

Mrs Downer.

Lan En suppressed his anger in front of this name.

In his heart, the person he has the least right to lose his temper in this world is Mrs. Donna.

The middle-aged woman slumped on the ground, her optimistic life appearance was no longer seen.

Even though the family had lost the mainstay and the main labor force, this woman was still carefree, optimistic and brave when Lan En first met her.

She satirized her lost husband wantonly, and then turned around to do work that a woman's body couldn't bear, to prop up their family again.

It seems that "life" can't beat her at all!

But now, the optimistic and brave smiling face has disappeared.

In its place was deep despair.

That expression made Lan En's heart twitch uncontrollably.

"clue."

After a while, Lan En's deep and cold voice sounded: "Give me the clue."

The witcher squatted halfway in front of Mrs. Donna, lowered his head, not daring to look into her eyes, and gently pulled away the small cloth bag she was clutching.

What catches the eye is the traces of fine stitches, which are exactly the same as the traces of needlework on the outer cover of Lan En's cotton armor.

This is a small bag that mothers prepare for their children.

grass!grass!
"Sir, thinking requires calmness."

Mentos' voice rang in his head.

In its induction, Lan En's current mood swings are about to explode!

"I know." But when Lan En responded to it, his tone was as cold as a piece of ice. "Of course I know."

The extraordinary perception of the demon hunter was used to the extreme on this small cloth bag.

The bag was pulled and White resisted.You can go to the scene to see if there are more traces left.

Gently sniffing, the scent of zinnia flowers hits the nostrils.

The amount of petals in this small cloth bag cannot be picked out in one morning.

White should have started picking herbs last night.

The kid really wanted to be worthy of the Oren coin that Lan En paid.

But amidst the rich fragrance of flowers, Lan En's nose suddenly found some ominous smells.

It was the smell that made him really want to vomit during the arrest operation a few days ago.

"Many and complicated." The demon hunter couldn't help frowning, looking at the cloth bag in his hand, "the smell of human flesh?!"

Cannibal sect.

The child kidnapping case that is raging in Waylon is actually the work of the cannibal sect?

No, not so sure.

The people who attacked Lane and Bernie were also cannibals, perhaps because Lane assisted those who captured them, and they came to Auriden to take revenge.

Thinking of this, the guilt in Lan En's heart added fuel to the anger.

"Fortunately." The young witcher got up from the ground and turned to the small boat that he drove back. "Isn't there a 'tongue'?"

With eyes as cold as a knife, he looked at Willis on the boat.

~~~~~~
When Willis woke up, the first thing he felt was a sharp pain erupting from his lumbar spine.

The lumbar spine was broken, and the sensation of the lower body disappeared.But the breaking point is painful.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhh-"

The scream was forced back into the chest cavity, and Willis, who had already lost half of his face, distorted his expression like an ugly monster.

A big hand wearing a studded leather glove directly covered his mouth, the huge force made him feel like his upper and lower jaws were deforming!
It's the witcher!

It was this glove that hung half of his face, and he still remembered the feeling of the touch.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you on the head this time."

A pair of cold cat eyes appeared in his field of vision.

"Someone taught me that hitting the head first in torture will make people dizzy and feel no pain. I will take it by heart."

The leather gloves rubbed against the skinless muscles, and the pain that spread inch by inch filled Willis' eyes with tears.

But under those cat eyes, he didn't even dare to cry out.

But the owner of Maoyan seems to have misunderstood something.

"Ah, still a tough guy. Good."

The witcher nodded expressionlessly, saying so.

Willis was eager to clarify, but the big hand on his mouth didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"Let a tough guy who treats torture as nothing, finally cry and confide all the secrets to me, the credibility of this kind of secret must be much higher than that of a soft guy who doesn't know the door."

"Congratulations, man. You've raised your worth."

Willis struggled with a "woo hoo hoo", but couldn't say a word.

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