Mage Joan

"These two perverted murderers are not like humans in terms of external appearance or acting style, should they not be demons from the bottomless abyss?"

Thomas wiped his cold sweat and muttered to himself.

"Jack "Spring Legs" and "Jack the Ripper", these two perverted crazy behaviors of killing innocent people are really like demons."

"However, according to the information we collected, the brothers were able to use human language to intimidate the victims, but when they talked between the two, they always used "Mu language"."

"It is inferred from common sense that the Mu ethnic language used in private is mostly the Jack Brothers' mother tongue."

"It is conceivable from this that the Jack Brothers are more likely to be evil spirit creatures from the "Goblin Wilderness"!"

Xiao Miao drank a beer and moistened her throat, and then said:

"The elves have mostly natural ability to cast spells. The Jack brothers often resort to magic when they are surrounded by police. The police records and witness testimonies have also verified this."

"Unfortunately, so far, we have no idea how strong their spell-casting abilities are and what spells they are good at."

"Sister Meow, Achi, Teacher Benny, are you going to the Wild Boar Island this time, are you going to take the opportunity to track down the whereabouts of the Brothers Jack?" Qiao An asked.

Xiao Miao nodded and lowered her voice, saying: "As early as last year's hunting competition, more than one hunting team was attacked in the green area on the map, and even the hunter and the hound were not spared."

"The murder scene was extremely bloody. The wounds and missing internal organs of the corpses were consistent with the murder style of the Jack Brothers. Unfortunately, they did not attract the attention of the organizers at the time. They insisted that the wild boars committed the murder. "

"It is not surprising that the organizers of the tournament pushed the cause of death to the wild boar."

A cheeky sneered.

"All the hunters participating in the competition have been psychologically prepared for the wild boar attack. Anyone who kills the wild boar can only admit that they are unlucky. The organizer of the competition does not need to be responsible for this."

"On the contrary, if the organizer admits that there are still killers on the island that are more wild and poisonous than wild boars, they must bear responsibility for this. Secondly, if the news spreads, it will definitely hit people’s interest in hunting on the island."

"As a result, the tourism companies that provide funding to the organizers of the hunting competition will also lose a lot of income due to the sharp decline in tourists."

"So say, even if we put hard evidence in front of the profiteers, they will not admit it."

"Then what do you plan to do next?" Jo An looked at Xiao Miao, A Chi and Teacher Benny.

"Whether or not the organizer provides support, we must pursue this matter to the end!"

Little Meow waved the lobster claws and tapped on the map.

"We came to the Wild Boar Island on the appointment of Sister Miranda this time. The nominal mission is to report the hunting competition. In fact, this is just a guise. The real purpose is to trace the traces of the Jack brothers and the herders!"

"According to reliable information, the Jack's lair is likely to be in the green area on the map. For security reasons, we will try to avoid conflicts with each other and use secret investigation as the main purpose."

"If this trip can find tangible evidence, we will publish it in the newspaper as soon as possible, as for what to do next, ha ha..."

Xiao Miao flicked her hairy tail, with a hint of gloating in her smile.

"Some of our little reporters have limited abilities, and they have revealed their truth to the public, even if they have done their duty. As for the aftermath of arresting murderers and cultists, it is still the colonial companies and the government that have the money and power Don’t worry about the big guys!"

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As the night grew darker, a bright crescent moon hung in the middle of the clear night sky.

The fire on the southern beach of Wild Boar Island stretches, and countless campfires brighten the beach like daylight.

More than 2,000 tourists from the Port of Leiden were drinking wine and singing and laughing around the campfire all night.

The noisy waves on the beach even overshadowed the tidal waves.

The night breeze blows people's laughter to the inland of the island, and the frightened birds fly away from the nest, wandering in clusters above the forest tops for a long time, like a long dark cloud.

In the north of the island, a wooden house is located deep in the jungle. The door is closed, but the south-facing window is still open, and the pale curtains swing with the wind.

Moonlight shines through the treetops, and the curtains are thin and almost transparent, with densely visible withered blood vessels.

This curtain is clearly a human skin carefully peeled off and dried!

The night wind lifted this human leather curtain, melting the moonlight into the wooden house, and the human skull hanging on the inside wall of the house as an ornament, glowing pale phosphorescent.

A breath of mildew, corpse odor, and blood that has been deposited for many years floated through the window. The odor was mixed with the smell of sweetness, and it was strong and disgusting.

The window suddenly protruded a deformed palm, and with three claws with sharp serrations and barbs, lifted up the human leather curtains, and then protruded a head.

In the dimly-lit dense forest, the vague outlines of the five senses at first glance looked rather peculiar, like a elf hiding in the forest.

However, when the moonlight illuminates his face, the monster shows a terrifying true look: the rough brown-green skin emerges from the wood texture, and the mouth and eyes are like the sharp edges of the razor blades.

This monster stared at the southern campfire beach for a long time, and the dark hole deep in the eye sockets started to be cold, and whispered a murmuring curse in the wood language.

"Noisy!"

"Nasty man, come back!"

There was a sharp snicker from the roof.

"Brother, this is a good thing!"

A short figure, I do not know when to climb into the wooden house, sitting on the roof with his muscular legs backed against the chimney.

His dark complexion made him blend into the night, holding a twisted and extremely sharp dagger, and trimming his beard with ease.

"The stupid people who live in the city across the strait will take a cruise to the island at this time every year, and they will go deep into the jungle to hunt wild boars. It is said that a hunting game has been held for this purpose? I have to admit that humans are having fun Things are really imaginative, and we deserve to follow suit."

"Imitate humans? Do you want to chase wild boars too?"

"No, brother, you misunderstood my intention!" The weirdo on the roof shook his head with a smile, and said sharply: "What is the point of killing wild boars? What really deserves us to follow is the game rule of'hunting game' ."

"Little guy, I don't understand what you are talking about." Big Jack's face showed an impatient look.

"It's very simple. Isn't that group of human races on the island to see who hunts more wild boars? Let's also come to a competition to see who kills more people. Brother, what do you think of this idea?" Little Jack A cruel smile appeared on the corners of lips.

"It sounds interesting, I like the idea." Jack's voice was low, as if he was dreaming, and the blood deep in his eye sockets was excited with excitement.

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