The Divine Hunter Chapter 18: Investigation

Outside the city of Elland, on the Wigan River in the south, Roy squatted on a raised boulder, rubbing the pebbles in his palms, his eyes swept across the sparkling river, and towards the lush green and green river on the other side of the river. The wind scatters the green bamboo forest.

The Wigan River flows south through the swamp and joins the Ismina River, and to the north it passes through the Temple of Meritele and joins the Pontal River tributary. The entire river is less than twenty feet wide, because there are a lot of growths in the river. Plankton, aquatic plants, and algae make the river appear green in the sunlight, with very low visibility.

"How's it going, little brother?" Old Huck, who had changed into gray casual clothes, shook his hand holding a simple fishing rod and asked nervously, "Have you found any special clues? ”

"Why are you so anxious? Didn't I just come here a quarter of an hour ago? How can it be so easy?" The young man clapped his hands, stood up again and looked around, "Confirm again, in the past, Bashir fished on this rock. ?"

"That's right..." Old Huck nodded and replied, "I've been with him many times, but I've never seen him change places. Bashir is an honest and dull kid with no tricks. Once he has established something or a certain place, he will basically not change midway.”

"Then 'Emti' was also found on a stone?"

"Yes..." Old Huck inserted the fishing rod into a sunken hole under the boulder. This is a quite labor-saving fishing spot. "The fishing rod was stuck in this place at that time."

Roy could imagine the mood of lying on the boulder, blowing the river breeze, and fishing leisurely with his hands behind his head.

"Then let's search the river bank here first..."

"But yesterday I and a few old guys searched the river bank from top to bottom and found nothing!" Old Huck shook his head and said, "The search was in vain!"

"If you want to find your son, then follow my instructions and search again," Roy muttered. "Remember, if you find anything similar to fish scales, bring it to me immediately!"

"Fish scales?" Old Huck wondered, "Master, I asked you to help find my son, not to catch some fish? If you want to eat fish, tell me, I will give you one for free, roasted or stewed Anything is fine, can it be paired with my bread?!"

"What do you know?" The young man shook his head. He didn't want to scare the father at first, but now he could only say truthfully, "The water ghost also has fish scales! But the scales of the water ghost are different from those of ordinary fish. They are thicker. , there is a small synapse in the center, and you can smell the smell of rotting corpses on it."

After hearing this, Old Huck's face turned pale. Wherever there is a river passing by, the nearby residents have basically heard of the name of the water ghost. And if you are attacked by this thing, the consequences are needless to say.

He seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and retorted loudly,

"But Basheer has been fishing in this waters for seven or eight years, and he has never seen a water ghost anywhere!"

"Everything is changing. Just because it didn't happen before, doesn't mean it doesn't exist now... If you keep talking nonsense for two seconds, maybe he will lose a finger!"

"I search!"

If someone disappears by the river, if it is not man-made, then it is most likely caused by water ghosts. If traces of their presence and scales can be found nearby, the matter will almost come to light.

He is no longer what he used to be. He is no longer the rookie who was beaten to pieces by a water ghost. The space is filled with dancing stars, dragon dreams, and almost continuous-fire hand crossbows. As long as he is not swarmed by several heads, he has the strength to fight.

But reality often runs counter to expectations, one hour later.

Roy looked helpless. The two of them searched nearly a mile of the river and found a few fish scales, but they were all from ordinary fish and had nothing to do with water ghosts. No rags of clothing or shoes were found on the water.

Everything he does will leave traces. He can almost conclude that there are no monsters in the nearby waters.

Old Huck, who was traveling with him, breathed a sigh of relief. If the water ghost was ruled out, his son still had hope of survival!

It's not a monster, so why is it missing?

"The fishing rod was still stuck on the stone at that time?" Roy thought, "So, Bashir should have had an accident while fishing..."

There is no cover by the river and it is too empty. It is not a good place to launch an attack.

Roy looked back at the dense boxwood and grass not far behind him. This watershed was in a remote location. If the murderer had made a sneak attack in the bushes, it would save time and effort to cover up many traces.

"Did you search the bushes yesterday?"

"I also searched..." Old Huck hesitated, "but I didn't have time to search carefully because I went to the bulletin board to post the commission this morning. I originally planned to come back in the afternoon..."

"That's not good!"

The two spent half an hour lifting up almost every bush and inspecting it carefully.

Thanks to his extraordinary perception, Roy actually smelled a faint smell of urine from a green boxwood tree. He was delighted and said, "Old Huck, there are often other things near this section of the river. Fisherman, washerwoman?"

"Not as far as I know," the baker shook his head. "The nearby families all live in the north, near the shore of Meriteli Temple. Further south is the swamp, and no one goes there! My Bashir, few people come."

In this way, the extremely weak smell of urine is probably left by the missing person. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is the person who helped Old Huck search yesterday.

Roy followed the bushes near the smell of urine for another easy search. This time, he didn't even miss the grass that was flooded up to his ankles. He separated them all with his hands and checked the parts that were close to the ground.

The hard work was not in vain. After working for an hour, the boy found a piece of dried blood on the grass... The blood stain was radial, not the natural shape formed by spraying on the wound, and it was obviously squeezed by something...

He has smelled evil ghosts, water ghosts, deer-headed spirits, and human blood. Although his sense of smell is not as sharp as that of a demon hunter, he is 50 to 60 percent sure that this is human blood.

No more than three days.

It is just at the moment when Bashir disappears, there is no doubt that it is related!

……

"Roy, did you find something?" Old Huck opened a row of tall elephant grass~IndoMTL.com~ and squatted down next to the boy...following the position where his palm pressed, he saw at a glance When he glanced at the blood stains, his bloodshot eyeballs were full of horror, and he was so nervous that he stuttered.

"Blood, blood? Has my poor child been killed?"

"Don't be too pessimistic..." Roy comforted without looking back, "I'm not sure whose blood it is..."

In fact, he could almost conclude that Bashir was attacked by something when he peed here. The thing was so fast and powerful that Bashir had no power to resist.

"Follow me." The two of them searched along the blood stains, and soon found a small ball of white floc the size of a fingernail, which did not smell any peculiar smell.

Pinch it together with **** and then pull it apart to form a white string, which is very sticky.

"Mixed with blood, what is this?" Roy had a strong hunch that this lump of floc should be able to identify the murderer.

Some kind of monster? But for a moment, he really couldn't think of the source.

The two men continued to search along the blood stains... Every time they walked a certain distance, they could find a few drops of dried blood on the grass tips, extending inland away from the Wigan River.

They tracked hard for half an hour, and the blood stains became smaller and lighter.

Until we came from the tangle of grass and shrubs in the wilderness to a few sparse and abandoned lands in the far east corner outside the city of Airland.

They stopped.

The ground was filled with lush, dense flowers and grasses, exuding a delicate fragrance, and mixed with some round turnips with green leaves and red skins. There was probably no one living nearby, so these mature turnips were not picked.

The two people's eyes moved forward, and they suddenly discovered that dozens of feet away, a deep black hole strangely appeared on the high field ridge.