The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3166 Detective is dying (7)

Chapter 3166: The Detective is about to die (Seventeen)

"Why are there so many dogs?" Schiller shook the blood off his hands and said with some confusion as he looked at three or four strong hounds rushing out of the door.

"These dogs are fat and strong, which proves that there must be someone guarding the lighthouse. I just don't know if they are still alive now," Schiller said after a sigh.

"What to do? Kill or run?"

"Kill them all. They'll be used as reserve food in case we don't find any food." Schiller waved at Greed, and Greed blinked.

"Give me the knife," said Schiller.

"You want to fight melee?" Greedy hesitated. He said, "External injuries may be treatable, but rabies cannot be cured."

"There are only two bullets left in the gun." Schiller said, and then he didn't say much and let Greedy throw the knife to him, but he didn't put down the shotgun. If he was facing a person, he might be afraid that someone would take the gun away, but he didn't have such concerns when facing a dog.

Schiller, who was holding a knife in his hand, turned the gun around and grabbed the gun handle again. The moment the leading dog pounced on him, he dodged sideways, grabbed the gun handle and stabbed it hard to the side. The slender shotgun tip went straight into the dog's neck, and blood splattered all over the ground.

But this seemed to stimulate the dogs even more. They no longer rushed forward one by one, but three dogs came together.

The light was dim, and Schiller couldn't see the exact breed of the dog, but it was definitely a large fighting dog with sharp teeth, a fat body, and very obvious muscles in its front and rear limbs.

This kind of dog, which is specially used for beast fighting, is very ferocious. It will not let go of anything it bites, and even if it is hit slightly, it will lose a piece of meat.

Three dogs pounced on him at the same time. Schiller rolled to the side and jumped into the front desk by rubbing the edge of the carpet. The moment the dog jumped onto the front desk, he stabbed it with a knife and then pulled it out. Seeing some eyeball mucus on the knife, he knew that the leading dog had lost one eye.

There were two chairs inside the desk at the front desk. Schiller grabbed one of them and swept it across the countertop, knocking a dog that had just jumped up off the table.

The second dog that tried to get in from the side of the front desk was slashed on the front leg by Schiller, but its ferocity did not diminish at all. Its fangs flashed a terrifying cold light under the moonlight, and its saliva kept dripping onto the ground.

Schiller pretended to step back, then raised the chair again and knocked down the two dogs that were attacking him from the front. The dog on the side thought it had a chance, so it stepped back a little and suddenly rushed forward. At the moment of jumping, Schiller held the kitchen knife horizontally with both hands and slashed it hard on the dog's lower abdomen.

Wow!

Blood and internal organs were splattered all over the ground again. The dog jumped up and even opened its mouth to bite people while dragging its intestines. Schiller ended its life with a knife.

However, another hound had already jumped in at this moment. Schiller grabbed the chair next to him and forced the dog back into the narrow space. He inserted the barrel of the shotgun through the gap between the chairs.

The hound was fooled and bit the barrel of the shotgun and wouldn't let go, shaking its head as it bit. Schiller threw the chair aside, grabbed the gun and threw the hound far away.

Another hound just jumped onto the table at the front desk, but Schiller did not hit it down. Instead, he jumped out of the front desk himself, and when the dog turned around, he hit it on the waist with the barrel of his gun, and when it lost balance and fell inward, he stabbed it in the stomach with a knife.

The hound that was thrown away quickly stood up and rushed towards this side again. Schiller dodged to the side again, but not too far. When the dog turned to the side, he turned the shotgun, grabbed the gun barrel, swung it and smashed it, and its brains splattered immediately.

There were five vicious hounds in total, all lying on the floor of the hall.

Schiller exhaled, held the shotgun in front of his body, and recovered some strength. Greedy, who had already reached the stairs, leaned on the railing and gave him a thumbs up.

Schiller smiled at him, shook his bloody hands, and said, "Want to go up and take a look?"

Greed nodded and walked upstairs. Schiller also walked upstairs. The stairwell was a little dark. Schiller was covered in blood and the strong smell of blood lingered.

Before he reached the second floor, Schiller heard breathing.

He used his psychic vision again, but didn't see anything in front of him. Greedy seemed to be completely fearless. He strode up to the second floor, found the room where the breathing sound came from, and opened the door directly.

A man with a gray beard was slumped in the corner. There was an obvious tear on his leg. With the light from the window next to him, it could be seen that a piece of flesh was bitten off by sharp teeth.

The man saw them as if he had seen a ghost, and yelled at them: "Don't come over! You monsters!!!"

"We are not monsters..."

As soon as Greedy opened his mouth, the man started cursing. Greedy held his breath and stepped aside, revealing Schiller, who was holding a knife and covered in blood, behind him. Then he stared at the man and said.

"We are monsters, what do you want?"

The man was choked. "What do you mean by what I want? Isn't it what you want?"

"We don't want to do anything to you." Schiller said, "You raised the dog downstairs, right? Those little guys caused us a lot of trouble. We happen to have an elite lawyer in our team. Are you sure you can accept the amount on the compensation slip?"

The man ignored the rest of his nonsense and asked, "You killed those dogs? How did you do that?"

"As you can see," Schiller replied.

"Are you...are you a priest?" the man was surprised and suspicious.

"I am a clergyman, but not a priest. Have you heard of the Requiem?" Schiller walked into the room.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, the man opened his mouth, but after a while he said dryly: "Are you sure you are a requiem?"

"I promise your dog is at peace now," Schiller said, nodding.

The man's Adam's apple moved noticeably.

“Well, I’m going to die anyway, so you might as well just give me a quick death.” The man tilted his head back, but his body was still shaking a little. It was obvious that he was not as tough as he appeared.

"Did your dog bite your leg?" Greedy walked up to check the wound on his leg and said, "There is a doctor in our team. If you have medicine or bandages, maybe we can save your life."

The man said in a dry voice: "It's not necessary. Even if the bleeding is stopped now, I won't live long."

"why?"

"Since you are from outside, you should know that strange events have broken out here. The legendary monster Prowler has invaded the village. No one here can survive."

“Is everyone in the village dead?”

"I don't know, but the lighthouse hasn't been lit for a few days, and no one has come to look for it. Maybe they are all dead."

"So you were suddenly attacked by your dog, and then you were trapped in the lighthouse by them?"

The man seemed to be surprised that they could guess it, but he nodded and said, "Yes, the door of the dog room is not locked. I dare not go down. Although I will die sooner or later, being eaten by my own dog is still a bit too..."

"Okay, I totally understand." Schiller said, "Those dogs are really fierce. You will definitely be eaten if you go down there. But one of our friends is injured and needs medicine and first aid supplies. If you can provide them to us, we don't mind taking you away."

"You...are you from the church?" The man seemed a little hesitant. He said, "How many of you are here? Are there any judges? Are there any helicopters or anything like that?"

"Don't worry about that. No matter how many people we have or how much supplies we have, the worst outcome is that you'll be killed by the monster. If you come with us, you might have a chance of surviving."

The man showed a surprised expression, shook his head and said, "Aren't you a member of the church? Don't you know that if you leave the area where the strange incidents broke out without making sure that they will not spread, you will be executed by the Inquisition even if you survive?"

Schiller and Greedy looked at each other. They really didn't know this, but Schiller understood the reason for the emergence of this rule after a little thought. Many strange events can spread, just like viruses. Once a survivor escapes, it may at best drag down a few people, or at worst infect the entire city.

"I was right." The man said sarcastically, "Your army must have surrounded the village. Anyone who dares to run out will be killed. This is how you always solve problems. You took me out just to show your kindness. In the end, I still can't survive."

Greed decided not to waste time talking to him, and he said directly: "There is a huge cave under the village, and there is a hidden river full of fish. We came from there. Do you think the army outside can find it?"

Speaking of the underground cave, the man's eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at Greed and said, "Have you seen Harold? He must be dead, right? I went to find him and asked him to take us away from here, but he refused. Now he's dead too! He deserves it!"

Schiller's eyes narrowed, and he immediately thought of the owner of the diary who once mentioned that when the strangeness first broke out, someone in the village went to look for him. Could it be the man in front of him?

"What's your name?" Schiller asked.

"You can just call me Jeff." Jeff's face quickly turned pale again. He said, "So it seems that his detective friend who was very capable must be dead too. And that Madeline, who pretended to know more than anyone else, died when she encountered a real monster, didn't she?"

"Yes, they are all dead." Schiller nodded and said, "And they all died in that remote cabin."

Jeff was about to say something when he suddenly remembered something. He showed a horrified expression and said, "Did you go to that cabin and see their bodies?!"

"Yes, we set it on fire."

"Idiots! You idiots! Don't you know that fire can't kill monsters?! After you burn the bodies, the monsters will only attach themselves to you! Get out! Stay away from me!!"

Greed smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Jeff paused, a flash of panic in his eyes, and said, "You don't understand, you don't understand... being killed by a monster is the most painful thing."

He closed his eyes tightly and breathed rapidly, as if he had thought of something, but when Greed asked him, he said nothing.

Greedy thought that he could roll the dice to make a judgment here, but his appearance and luck were not high enough. He thought that as a lawyer, the Pale Knight should have skills such as persuasion, so he would probably have to ask him to come up later.

"Okay, you can lie here, but you have to tell us where we can find medical supplies," Greed continued.

"Maybe... on the third floor." Jeff avoided his eyes.