In the living room, the servants were taken away early, leaving only the Barthley family. The couple leaned together, and next to them was a man shrouded in a cloak.

"Zil, Fran will come back later. You have to leave to the Resuscitation Church in Maigu Town. My daughter's current situation is not cured, and the doctor must have the help of the church."

Mirina Barthre was holding a silk squid in her hand, with a few wet marks on it, and tears were hanging on the corners of her eyes, and I felt pity for her.

"I... why did I tell them that my daughter has become a monster, please help her? Humph, a girl actually did this kind of thing. Do you have to use this method if she likes that person? I told me that even if I spend money, I can still throw that kid to her side. What is that? You know that method means... Yes, you know what that method means, why don't you stop her earlier!"

Ziel Barthel, who was leaning against the sofa, turned red. The glasses in his hands and the bottles that were already empty on the table proved that he had drunk a lot.

"Zil! I discovered it later. Am I not remedy now? You father is sitting here to drink? You always say that as long as Audrey can come back, you are willing to give everything. Now that she is back, who else can you show you such a bad face? If you don't want to save Audrey, I'll go by myself!"

The woman sat on the other side, hugged the cloak man, accidentally sat on the cloak, and accidentally pulled it down half. The brown corners were exposed, which caused the people below to quickly pull off the cloak to cover it. After a while, another cry came out.

Ziel Barthley looked at the sad and painful appearance of their mother and daughter, and his hands holding the wine glass were too strong and turned white. Is he a slim person?

自己的女儿变成如今这副鬼样子,作为这个家的主人,心中同样不好受,他后悔了,后悔当初隐瞒那件事,如今反转过来又报应到自家女儿身上,他怎么就没发现那些东西被故意留下来了!

If I had been a little cruel at the beginning, how could I have done this today?

Those two gentlemen and Aldridge have three lives, how much does it cost to calm this time?

It’s a pity that there is no fruit in this world called “if”.

"I understand, I understand...When Franciszo comes back, Audrey and I go to Maigu Town, Mirina, you go upstairs to pack up the things. You should know where I put the valuable items. Let's leave here and go somewhere else."

What else can I do? I can't get my wife and daughter to the police station to defend myself. He can't do such a thing. He also has the responsibility to do the consequences of the last shelter.

Scream~

A sound came from the door, and the three people in the living room turned their heads involuntarily, and the crying under the cloak stopped.

The door was open inside, and three figures stood at the door, taking off their dripping coat, Donald with a goat horn on his waist, holding a cloth bag in his hand, looking at Sherlock on them and the old Hober who was carrying a double-barrel hunting rifle behind him, as steady as ever.

"Mr. Barthley, we have resolved the case, Miss Audrey... don't we help me find it?"

As a detective, Sherlock is now the most suitable person to speak. He walked into the living room and looked at the one beside Mrs. Barthley, covering up, and then he felt at ease.

"Well, indeed... it's true. Audrey has returned. Could it be Aldridge? He is such an ungrateful guy."

The drink was swallowing in his throat, Ziel Barthley responded to Sherlock's question with some difficulty, and his eyes turned to his wife. What's going on?

"Mr. Swift, have you seen my personal maid on your way back? I'll send her to greet you."

How could they come back alive...

How could they come back alive?

"I didn't see any maid, not one, Donald, did you see it?"

"No, we just caught up with Aldridge, who committed suicide in the woods for fear of guilt and left this one, I think it was a goat's horn? What a strange person."

Both sides are actually aware of the current situation, but they have not exposed the layer of window paper.

If the matter of this case is revealed, the Resuscitation Church in Maigu Town will inevitably intervene, and a taboo ceremony will appear in their own diocese, which will be extremely serious blasphemy and offense to the gods in their eyes. Those involved in this case will be investigated.

As the discoverers of clues and those who have direct contact with the two monsters, they are likely to be included in the list of special objects by the government and the church. It is very troublesome to think about the consequences of this situation.

Fortunately, Hober is the one who saves people, but Sherlock and Donald both have their own secrets and do not want to be exposed anyway.

Therefore, the three of them negotiated in advance, and the matter was left to Sherlock. He claimed that he had friends in the government department and could let them handle the matter privately. At that time, the three of them would be able to save a lot of trouble.

Donald couldn't help but think of the three apostles he met in the warehouse. In my memory, they should be people who are specifically responsible for this type of case. Sherlock has connections in this area?

This was somewhat beyond Donald's expectations. Sherlock did not lose his memory in the last case.

"Since that's the case... I'll pay the two of you. I think you want to go home early, right?"

Ziel Barthley misunderstood Donald and others. He felt that these three people should have seen something they shouldn't have seen, and wanted to turn big things into small things.

This is normal. After all, the other party is a private detective and is responsible for completing the employer's entrustment rather than digging out some indecent things, so he is ready to be "slaughtered".

"Mr. Barthley, I think the compensation between us may need to be discussed again."

Sherlock dragged a chair from the living room and sat down. If they only had money, their previous life-and-death battle would be too cheap:

"The maid didn't see it, but we saw two monsters. I don't know how they appeared, but... there are some interesting things."

Open the bag beside you, take out a hair accessories (Franciszzo's headdress) and a photo (found in Audrey's room), and the words here are so big.

"We are willing to pay the corresponding remuneration, please don't worry, we must satisfy all three."

Mirina Barthre, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but speak out when he saw these two things. It turned out that Fran didn't find them...

She was scared. She knew the situation of Fran Shazo best, that was her reliance on her all along!

Seeing the uneasiness and panic on the other person's face, Sherlock and Donald looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mirina Barthre is not a real alien, or her ability lies in her maid.

What they fear most at this time was that Fran Shazo was just a minion under the other party. The three of them had their guns and the horses were outside the door.

If the other party really has a backup plan, in their current state, they may have to run away.

"This is 100 pounds. Now all the cash I can take out at home. This is... the monster's summoning method, without reservation. If the other three have anything to see, as long as there is a Raffindo Farm, you can take it at will. I just hope that three of them can let my house go and don't report it to the police..."

There were two boxes on the table, the larger one was filled with coins, including banknotes and coins, and the smaller one had a folded piece of paper, and you could see the small black characters on it.

After knowing that things are irreversible, Ziel Barthel made a low gesture, 100 pounds. This money is not much for a capitalist, but for a farmer, it is a sum of funds that will affect business in the next few years. He said that only so much can be taken out at present, which is not a lie.

"Zil...nothing it, I..."

Mrs. Barthley's eyes wandered in a box containing the taboo ritual method, and she wanted to say something.

Does the ritual or magic of eternal youth exist after changing appearance? No one can say it well in this bizarre world.

But one thing to understand is that there is never a free lunch, and you want to do things that manpower can't do.

No cost? How is it possible!

"Mr. Barthley, I think you may have any misunderstandings. If you take these two things out, I don't want to use them to threaten you what you do, but in fact I want to threaten you. These things are not used at all. Miss Audrey's use of taboo rituals is enough to let the government go to investigate thoroughly. I just have a question that needs your help to answer... Is this lady involved in the case of the roof of the shed, or is it planned by her?"

Sherlock's face was unswerving. If he really wanted to threaten the family, he wanted to send him a message, 100 gold pounds and an evil ritual text?

"Of course it doesn't matter. My wife did make mistakes before, but she won't kill anyone. That's the bottom line. We will never kill anyone. Just like my daughter, even if she looks like this, she will only hurt cattle and sheep at most."

"I just want to ask the 10 dismembered dead, whether there are any other guys who killed them except the monster."

Donald's eyes turned to the Barthleys' faces, the number he knew from Goren's mouth and later told Sherlock.

"The police station has closed the case, right? The murderer has been brought to justice, and the 10 victims have already rested in peace... Do several people still believe in the government's verdict?"

"But the newspaper said that the police station only found 7 bodies at the scene of the murder. What should I do? Do you know where the other three dead are?"

This is a trap, and no one originally thought about this, but the appearance of Francissa is really fascinating.

Ziel Barthel was stunned. He had read the newspapers of the corpse-dispersed case on the roof, but he naturally didn't remember them deeply when he knew that 7 was a fake number.
Chapter completed!