The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

Chapter 164 Murderer

Annie has been in this business for a long time, and she thinks she has seen all kinds of people, but these two people who came today really made her confused.

The two of them had indeed come to chat with her. They asked her about her date of birth and today's schedule. Everything was detailed and illogical.

She shrugged and lit a low-quality cigarette. After all, people spent money and that was her god. She answered all questions with professional ethics.

"Then let me ask Miss Anne, if we didn't come to see you today, what are your plans for tonight?"

"There are no special arrangements. I haven't been feeling well lately, so I wanted to go to bed early tonight."

Xue Wuwei was asking questions, but Kong Qianyu couldn't help, so he started walking around the small attic.

This room is really small. A bed takes up a lot of space, leaving very limited space for people to move around. With windows on all sides, the view is quite vast.

Most of the old buildings in the slums only have two floors, so this loft is a bit conspicuous, but other than that, it has no other advantages.

Time passed by, and no one knew at what time Jack the Ripper would come in to kill, but the time of Anne's murder would definitely be tonight.

Xue Wuwei chatted with Anne all the time, from the weather to food, from politics to history. The conversation was a model of lack of nutrition. Anne was unable to answer most topics and could only remain slightly embarrassed. With a smile on his face, he became more and more confused as to what these two Orientals wanted to do.

Xue Wuwei wailed in his heart. He had never been so eager for the appearance of a murderer like now.

Kerosene was expensive, and when the sky darkened completely, the attic was pitch black. Since the guests didn't ask for it, she could save whatever she could.

When the surroundings became completely quiet, the dark clouds dispersed, and the full moon hung high, casting a few rays of light into the room, there was movement on the roof.

It seemed like someone was walking quickly on it, from far to near, and finally stopped above the attic.

There was the sound of heavy breathing, a furry paw quietly climbed up the edge of the window, and then, the whole furry face looked into the room.

Annie was holding her chin drowsily because of boredom. The moonlight reflected the monster's face impartially. The moment she saw it clearly, she wanted to scream.

Xue Wuwei quickly covered her mouth with quick eyes and hands, and stepped back. The two of them crowded together by the door farthest from the monster, leaving the battlefield to Kong Qianyu.

What the hell is this? Wolf?

The human-like and wolf-like creature that had reached into the room raised its head, let out a long howl at the moon, and jumped into the attic.

The two-meter-tall behemoth made the already small room even more crowded, making it difficult to turn around. Anne's body became weak and she collapsed on the ground.

Kong Qianyu looked at the half-man, half-wolf monster, comparing his size with the peach wood sword in his hand that looked like a fire stick, and felt a little unsure.

What is this stuff? Never seen it before.

"Werewolf! Werewolf! Help! Help!" Annie's small body could actually make such a harsh sound. Xue Wuwei was the closest and felt that his eardrums were about to be perforated.

However, the surrounding areas seemed as if no one lived there. There was no movement at all. No one came to save people, and no one even fled in a hurry.

Just kidding, what is a werewolf? Both the speed of movement and the sense of smell are ten thousand times more sensitive than humans. If you dare to run or come to watch when you encounter someone, is it because you think you are not dying fast enough? It's better to stay at home and pretend to be dead, and pray that it will leave on its own when it is full.

As for who died? Of course, whoever is unlucky will have his turn.

Werewolf?

Kong Qianyu was slightly startled. Isn't Nima a fabricated species from Western myths and legends? Moreover, she is someone who has read the book "Detective Sherlock Holmes". The whole book is based on reasoning and solving cases, and there is nothing related to fantasy at all. Such a serious book, now you tell me, the murderer of these fallen women is a werewolf? Isn't this book spirit's imagination a bit too big?

Who is so crooked as to read messy books to a little spirit?

It is said that werewolves are normal people most of the time. Only on the night of the full moon will they transform into wolves. They have no sense, are bloodthirsty and cruel, and make it their mission to kill and bite more people to spread the virus.

Yes, according to legend, werewolves are basically not born, but mutate after being scratched and bitten by infection.

They have no way to control their behavior, and will completely transform into a pure wolf a few nights a month, retaining only the nature of a wolf and unable to communicate.

At this moment, the werewolf in front of him had his eyes unfocused and tilted his head slightly, walking step by step towards where Annie was. The latter, even though Xue Wuwei covered her mouth, still couldn't cover up her sobs.

Kong Qianyu moved slightly to make room for the werewolf to pass. The wolf's head was so big and hard that her little fire stick couldn't cut it. The wolf's weak point was its waist. She saw the right moment and stabbed it hard. A sword.

"Ouch~~" After feeling the pain, the werewolf howled angrily and turned his head viciously to see who dared to hurt him.

After the first blow saw blood, Kong Qianyu was not idle. He struck out with three more swords, stabbing the wolf into a hornet's nest. Blood gushes out of his abdomen. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his steps began to stagger. He saw the breath coming out. If you take in too much air and don't have enough air, you won't be able to survive.

Kill him while he's sick! Just when he was about to kill him with a few more stabs, another huge thing appeared outside the window, another werewolf!

This one was obviously smaller than the first one. After barely squeezing into the attic, the wolf's eyes traced across the injured werewolf's belly, and there was a flash of distress, and then it glared viciously at the instigator.

Kong Qianyu was not afraid, and he no longer paid much attention to these two wolves. They were not as fast as him, and the peach wood sword in his hand could hurt them, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

In Western legends, such difficult monsters are nothing more than that, and those bird-men with wings are nothing special.

The smell of blood stimulated the ferocity of the two werewolves. The injured one took a few steps back and gave up the battlefield to his new companion, while he took the time to recover from his injuries.

You're not afraid of the big ones, but are you afraid of the smaller ones like you? Kong Qianyu tapped his toes on the ground, jumped up high, stepped on the wolf's head, and struck a sword at the neck.

In the face of absolute power, technique is not important.

When the new wolf fell suddenly, he never expected that he, who had always enjoyed killing people, would fall into the hands of a human being today.

He will not rest in peace.

When the injured wolf saw his companion suddenly fall to the ground and died, he rushed forward to avenge his companion.

Animals are animals. With this move, he directly exposed the softest and most vulnerable abdomen to Kong Qianyu. She held a sword flower and threw the mahogany sword in her hand. The force was so strong that the entire blade of the sword sank into the werewolf's belly, killing him. Nailed on the wall.

After struggling to exhale his last breath, he reluctantly followed in the footsteps of his companions, and the wolf's head hung weakly to one side.

After a werewolf dies, the wolf form will not remain until the white belly appears in the east, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on them, and they fade back to their human form in front of everyone's eyes.

They were two white men. The older one was in his early thirties, and the younger one was in his twenties. They looked quite British. Xue Wuwei didn't recognize them, and Annie had never seen them before.

The time came to September 1888, 9.

Anne is still alive, the murderer has been killed, and the plot of the original book has deviated.

Kong Qianyu and Xue Wuwei were waiting for this illusion to be shattered.

(End of this chapter)