Overlap, like the roar of pain from the deepest hell, turns into a diffuse cold current, and the water and drizzle condense into ice.


    Hatred and malice towards the living are like needles that pierce into the soul.


    Fear the momentum and supernatural power of evil spirits.


    Vera stepped back involuntarily.


    The body trembled.


    Swallowing saliva, he held the knife grace gave her tightly in his right hand, hesitated, covered up his fear with a hysterical voice, and shouted, "everyone has a lover! Evil spirit! Your resentment and unwillingness are not the reason why you kill the living here!"


    later.


    The woman suddenly disappeared in the rain.


    A very short moment, without warning, appeared in front of Vera.


    The evil spirit''s scarred hands tightly grasped the young intern''s shoulder. The smell of fishy and cold filled her swollen and ugly face.


    Dead eyes stared straight at Vera''s pupils.


    Roared, "loved ones... Loved ones?! no one deserves love, no one! You''re lying! Lying!"


    Face to face killing of evil spirits.


    Vela''s face was colorless, and her rapid breathing almost stopped because of fear and great psychological pressure.


    The hood of the poncho fell off.


    The bitter cold rain and broken ice poured on her head.


    Open your mouth.


    Shocked, he took a step back, his legs softened and almost fell.


    Now.


    She thought about how to deal with this kind of thing a hundred times in her mind, and turned into an empty white paper. There was only one thought wandering in her heart: Escape!


    Desperate to stay away from this terrible evil spirit that is extremely deadly to the living!


    Out of control of the body, stiff as a doll.


    In the brown pupil reflection, the ferocious face of the evil spirit enlarged continuously, and the torn jaw formed a big mouth enough to swallow her head.


    Trying to invade her body and occupy the soul room.


    A moment of life and death.


    Vera''s eyes crossed the evil spirit''s shoulder and caught a little scarlet light.


    Cole walker.


    Her boss, the captain of the black snake brigade, is one of the many powerful demon hunters in the demon hunting regiment.


    Standing not far away.


    With a cigarette in his mouth and a gun in one hand, he looked coldly at being controlled by evil spirits and gradually invaded her.


    It''s like an electric current passing through the body.


    It''s like waking up in a nightmare.


    Vera, who regained control of her body, breathed heavily, cold sweat and rain, sliding down her delicate white face.


    Looking straight into the eyes of the evil spirit, he shouted hysterically, "you''re wrong!"


    See this condition.


    Cole, who was going to shoot and failed the assessment of Vera, couldn''t help looking at the young demon hunter intern differently.


    For a real newcomer.


    When facing the evil spirit, relying on her own will to get rid of the intrusion is enough for her to touch the threshold of becoming a member of the black snake brigade.


    "Wrong?!"


    Perhaps, women in the rain are also the first time to encounter human intrusion, interrupted or even shielded.


    Scream.


    Let go of the hands that grabbed Vera''s shoulder and took several steps back.


    Squat on the ground, curl up and hold your head.


    Like the most common mental illness and madman in a lunatic asylum, they whisper incomprehensible grotesque words.


    For the first time, he defeated a first-class evil spirit in the confrontation of souls. Villa pursued the victory and asked, "who are you?! why kill them?!


    Tell me! "


    "No... No."


    The evil spirit shook his head, and the changing action was like a frame falling animation, strange and penetrating.


    Suddenly.


    The woman disappeared in the rain.


    When it appears again.


    Trying to invade Cole and occupy his soul by the same means.


    However.


    This time.


    Her dead eyes saw only Cole''s ruthless eyes and the dark muzzle of the gun at noon.


    "You..."


    No questions yet.


    Bang!


    The roaring gunfire and the escaping spiritual power, like a gust of wind, scattered the rain near the wharf.


    The left wheel hammer is hot and red.


    Only half of the body of the evil spirit is left, like weathered rock, dissipated in the air.


    Vera opened her mouth, her organized language stuck in her throat and was stunned.


    It was noon. He spun twice in Cole''s hand, collected the gun in a particularly cool fancy and disappeared into the air.


    Throw away the cigarette butts.


    Cole''s expressionless face as he walked past the girl.


    It was as if he had just killed a mouse crossing the street instead of an evil spirit.


    "Go back, it''s too cold here."


    Looking at the man''s far away back.


    Vera stood in place for a long time, then stepped forward to catch up with him, and doubted in unbelievable language, "Captain, do you always deal with evil spirits like this


    For Vera, whose cognition still stays in textbooks and books, Cole''s means are completely inconsistent with the normal process.


    There is no preparation ceremony for using sequence arcane.


    There is no analysis and investigation of homicide and evil spirit identity.


    press the trigger.


    Gunfire.


    Closing the case is so simple.


    Chase after Cole and see that he doesn''t respond.


    Vera took a deep breath. The clerk''s working habits made her reluctantly shake her head and said, "Okay, but... How should I write the task report? Will it be too perfunctory if I don''t get enough 100 words..."


    The cold rain didn''t stop all night.


    The next morning.


    After a mission baptism, villa''s mentality seems to have grown a lot.


    While having breakfast on the first floor of the hotel, he handed the task report written overnight to Cole and said, "I''ve sent the one from the local police station. This is for the demon hunting regiment.


    Captain, can you help me see if there is anything that needs to be modified? "


    Cole''s desk was full of dishes. He glanced over two thin pages of paper and said, "you''re good at writing reports."


    Referring to what she was good at, the girl smiled and said, "of course! My time in the intelligence analysis department is not for nothing."


    "I never write reports. Since you like them, you will be responsible for the reports of the team in the future."


    The smile froze on Vera''s face.


    Ten in the morning.


    According to the original plan.


    Vera returned to the capital one step ahead of him.


    As a result, when they took a bus to the train platform.


    The car driver put it under the windshield. The radio playing music heard a man''s voice familiar to the people all over the country.


    "You''re serious... Cough! Now there''s an emergency news."


    The newscaster on the radio breathed out a long foul breath.


    "At 9:53 this morning, Her Majesty was assassinated on her way to the imperial square to watch the public hanging of nicius Franco.


    Fortunately, his majesty is fine, but Prince Albert was shot in the shoulder and is being rescued in the hospital.


    All the imperial people who are listening to this news, if you have any news about the assassination or the Nord order, please call the prime minister''s office or the magic hunting group switchboard. The number is... "


    The car driver had complained about how the music channel suddenly became news.


    As a result, after listening to the news, I felt frightened.


    Step on the brake.


    He turned around, stared at Cole and Vera and said, "God! Did you hear that just now?"