The wind and rain outside are endless, and the sparse trees in the forest are also swaying in the cold rain. A thick cold mist outside the house is slowly rising from the ground, touching the land with wet and cold hands, taking away the deep feeling.

The temperature hidden inside.

The heavy rainwater smashed against the window lattice, turning into mist and flooding the vast scene in front of me. Between the blur and haziness, I stared at a twisted white face in astonishment and was speechless.

A bolt of lightning flew past, my pupils were shaking, my eyes were still searching for the indescribable expression on this strange face, and the strange face opposite was like an illusion suddenly pierced through the edge of my sleep, in a big dream

The moment of surprise suddenly disappeared into the air of reality...

I immediately realized that a scene like this seemed to have happened just two days ago, and these difficult guys were being stored in the mirror of death, continuing their difficult situation of neither life nor death.

So I subconsciously looked at the huge old-fashioned mirror, but the next moment, in the extremely noisy ambient sound, there was an even more harsh knock on the door - not so much a knock on the door, but a knock on the door.

It was the sound of someone scratching with their fingernails and banging their head hastily on the wooden door.

Imagine that you are in an empty dark room, with the overwhelming natural force outside. As an ordinary person, you can only hide and shiver under the protection of the wind and rain. At this time, an unknown force suddenly comes quietly.

Strength, trying to open the door of the hiding place...

Will it be the death messenger of the night? A funeral procession in the cold rain? Or is it a shadow that has been circulating in the dark and unknown fearful memory forever and never left?

I only know that such a terrifying sound is definitely not a distinguished guest who comes with good intentions and warm wine. It will only try to visit the unsuspecting dreamers on rainy nights and pull them out of the uneasy darkness.

Towards the gloomy forest and cold tombs...

When the knock on the door suddenly disappeared, I looked through the window again and saw a pale and twisted strange face. But the blood on this face was even fainter, and the white color swayed miserably in the dark night, like a light floating in the sky.

The lanterns reminded me of the paper figures of the forgotten Fu fans tied on the funeral procession.

If you were an ordinary person, you would probably have fainted from the scene outside by this time, and you would not have the courage to move heavy objects to block the door, and hide your inner fear with the loaded gun in your hand.

But my subconscious reaction not only did not dodge, but I saw clearly the direction of things outside the window. The Oliha Gang glove in my right hand smashed the fragile painted window without mercy, and the explosive power spanned the gap in my soul.

Then he pinched the neck of the creature outside the window with great precision.

The next second, I saw that pale and indifferent strange face. After I pinched it, it looked like a rooster with its neck pinched. The head seemed to be tilted to one side. It looked funny like he was following Tang Bohu to sell himself to bury his family.

Talent...

"Marcus... Sheriff..."

When I heard this voice, I felt that the neck on my hand was the same as the countless people I had pinched, and the feel was slightly better. At first glance, I could see that it still retains the weakness that only a pampered person would have.

Even though this sound was strange and weak mixed in with the sound of rain, it made me follow a trace of memory left during the day to find the source of the sound...

"Stuart?!"

Damn it, you guy, why did you stay at the door pretending to be a ghost and scare me in the middle of the night?! You're lucky I didn't punch you to death!

Stuart, who was outside the door, felt the pressure on his neck relax, and then his hoarse drake voice changed back to its original deep tone, and he waved his hands to exercise French military power, showing his harmlessness.

"Chief... please let go first, I have something to come to you..."

After confirming the identity of the other party, I quickly let go. While looking at the broken window distressedly, the wind and rain were pouring into the house through the gap without any hindrance. On the other hand, I quickly moved the dormant chamber that blocked the door and opened a way for Stuart to enter.

Door crack.

This damn foreigner was now covered in rain and mud. He was as dirty as Peppa Pig fished out of a mud pond. His hair, which had been carefully taken care of, was now lying limply on his head, carelessly.

It exposed the unsustainability of the hair on the top of the skull.

Perhaps he had been wandering in the wind and rain for too long, and the cold wind and heavy rain had sucked away the warmth from his body. As a result, Stewart's face was pale and weak, and his profound facial features and tall figure highlighted his exhaustion and shaky state.

So the strange face I saw was just that this guy was frozen stupid, resulting in a bloodless face and a stiff expression. This is understandable. Anyone who has been soaked in cold water for so long cannot control his expression accurately, so

It looks twisted and stiff.

"Then why are you scaring me outside the window in the dark?"

I helped him into the house and continued to ask angrily.

Stuart was trembling with muddy water dripping from his body, polluting my floor with every step he took.

"Chief...how did I know that you didn't turn on the lights in the middle of the night and would look at me from the window without blinking...I was the one who was frightened!"

Stuart curled up in grievance, relying on shaking to restore his body that was on the verge of stiffness.

Hearing what he said, I felt a little embarrassed. Thinking about it, compared to someone looking at you at the door in the middle of the night, it is indeed more scary to stay in a dark room and look at others like me...

But I didn’t want to show weakness and continued to ask: “Then why did you suddenly disappear just now and go scratching the door to scare me?”

Stuart felt even more aggrieved upon hearing this. He pointed tremblingly outside the window and said, "Did I suddenly disappear? I was so frightened that I backed away and fell into the mud! I guess you are in the house, Sheriff."

I'm here, so I knocked on the door and shouted impatiently, but you didn't even respond to me..."

Impossible! I only heard you scratching the door, but I didn’t hear anyone shouting at all...

Eh... In this windy and rainy environment, it seems that the sound really can't come in. Only with the help of entities can the noise be caused? So before breaking the window, I could only hear the banging on the door, and his shouting was completely drowned out

In the heavy rain.

"What you said seems to make sense..."

I scratched my head in embarrassment, then handed him a dry towel and asked him to dry the rain on his hair and body.

But Stuart seemed particularly irritated and rejected my kindness. He grabbed my arm and said anxiously: "Chief, it's my turn to tell you what happened! This matter is very urgent. I came here overnight as a last resort."

I’m looking for you here!”

He stood up suddenly, half as high as my head, showing a pitiful and helpless look.

"I woke up in the middle of the night and found that Elliot was missing! God bless someone as slender as her, where would she go on a rainy night like this? How could she withstand the cold rain!"

Stuart's lake-blue eyes were full of worry, "Even I can't fight against this kind of weather. She will definitely prick her hand in the thorn bushes, fall into a ditch and break her leg, and break her head under the roof tiles." Yes! I can’t even imagine such a scene. My fiancée may be wailing my name in some unknown mountain stream at this moment, hoping that someone can save her from the situation where she cannot cry. Come out—and there's nothing I can do for her!"

I stopped his surging emotions and continued to ask: "Wait a minute, when exactly did you find out that she was missing?"

"When I woke up just now, the window in the room was open and she had disappeared!"

I touched my chin and asked, "Then have you asked Boss Dart? It's impossible for the boss to know nothing..."

Stuart scratched his hair in annoyance: "I asked! I asked! The boss said that the strong man from the dock came in the middle of the night and had been drinking downstairs. He stayed with him all night and never saw anyone coming from the dock. Get out the door!"

...Although I have heard about it for a long time, could this be the kind of rainy night that Boss Dart said made Zack's ocean phobia completely break out?

I took a look at the quiet and warm environment in the room, grabbed the coat beside the bed with one hand, and formally bid farewell to this unfinished sleep.

"Let's go back to the tavern with me. This matter requires further investigation!"

"Great, Sheriff, are you really willing to help me?"

I sighed secretly.
Chapter completed!