Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 361 Freshmen
"Mr. Marquette, what should we do next?"

Outside the courtyard of the venue, the chief of the Sheriff's Department asked beside Marquette.

The Wordsworth Order raided the venue, with Lin Brown and his men holding them back, while Marquette hurried to the Sheriff's Office to call for help. He knew that his two moves were just mediocre, and it would be a burden if he stayed, so it would be better for him to use his strengths and call for help.

The Expo is such an important matter that the Security Bureau has already prepared with live ammunition, but it takes time to assemble, right?

After giving the notice, Marquette rushed ahead to clear the streets, trying his best to ensure that the reinforcements could arrive at the battlefield as soon as possible.

Although he was not on the front line, Marquette was more anxious than anyone else!
Ten minutes later, the people from the Security Bureau arrived outside the courtyard, opened the back door and joined the battlefield. At this time, the Green Decay in the Dreamland had not yet been defeated, and a small number of puppets had rushed into the lounge at the back of the venue.

The sheriffs deployed their troops and fired alternately in two rows. The courtyard was filled with smoke and the puppets were harvested in batches like wheat in a field.

But after two rounds of volleys, Marquette found that these hundreds of puppets suddenly fell down like toy soldiers that had run out of steam.

He guessed... Richie and his team must have dealt with the god who controlled the puppets in the venue.

"call……"

Hearing the sheriff's chief's question, Marquette lit a cigarette and let out a long breath.

"Divide the people into three groups. One group will clean up the bodies outside. They don't need to be detained deliberately, but they must not be allowed to revive."

Marquette made a cutting gesture. The pagans deserved to die. Marquette didn't want the people from the Sheriff's Department to cause any more trouble because of their soft-heartedness.

"The second group of people will be deployed to guard the various important roads in the venue. Do not let anyone leave unless I give the order."

Gods have the power to control people's hearts. I have suffered losses before, so I will maintain martial law before meeting Ricky.

"The third group of people follow me, keep a distance of 50 meters, and follow my instructions."

Special incidents involve taboo knowledge, which even the people in the Public Security Bureau cannot bear. Moreover, if this information is easily leaked, it will easily cause panic among the people.

"Also, notify the department responsible for garden maintenance, get the tools ready, and be ready to enter the site for maintenance at any time."

There are still three days left in the expo. When the merchants and citizens come to visit tomorrow, we can’t let them see bloodstains and broken fences on the ground.

"Ok."

Although Marquette is just an ordinary investigator, he has a special status in the Investigation Department. Marquette also had a personal relationship with the director before, so the person in charge standing behind Marquette also knows that he is a member of the Investigation Department's ace Shi Weitian team.

So everything was left to Marquette to win, and he had no complaints.

The drizzle stopped at some point. Marquette walked on the grass with a rapier in one hand and a pistol in the other. He kicked the puppets lying on the ground when he passed by them and then slashed them with the sword. The puppets were silent, as if they had been dead for a long time, and the air was filled with the disgusting stench of corpses.

But then Marquette discovered something unusual. There was a blood line buried under the bodies of many puppets. Blood flowed out of the puppets' bodies, along the steps into the door, and finally into the depths of the lounge.

"Stop here and aim at the windows and doors."

He threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and Marquette's eyelids twitched. Something might have happened in the lounge!

Stepping into the corridor, the battle inside was even more brutal. Corpses of investigators could be seen from time to time. Most of them were trapped by multiple puppets and their retreat routes were blocked, and then they were hacked to death.

Lin Brown, please don't get into any trouble.

Marquette prayed silently in his heart and approached a lounge. Dozens of blood lines gathered in front of the door of this lounge to form a palm-wide blood stream, which was still flowing blood into the room.

After kicking the door open, Marquette raised his pistol to be on guard, but the scene in front of him shocked him.

Licking his dry lips, Marquette hesitated for a few seconds and then walked into the room.

Before my eyes, two deformed bodies were entangled together. The monster on the left looked like a calcified soft-bodied insect. It still had human limbs and held a sacrificial knife in its hand, but its head was already...

The grayish-white calcified head had crushed the original human skull, and the half-broken skull rolled at the feet of the deformed monster, covered with complex spells engraved on the skin, densely packed, and chilling to look at. And now the neck was replaced by a snail head, as if it had been transformed by a sculptor with a bad taste, with an absurdly long neck and two upward eye stalks.

The snail's head is obviously also a weapon, gnawing on the branches of the monster opposite.

Marquette poked the snail-shaped monster with his rapier, making a "ding-ding" sound of metal rubbing against stone. It might have once been alive, but now it has turned into a sculpture.

The other monster was obviously not dead. It should be said that it was in an active state somewhere between plants and animals.

It was a blood-red dry little tree, with the highest branch touching the ceiling, and the whole tree had only one fruit in the middle. It had a leathery shell like an animal embryo, and was constantly rising and falling and shrinking.

The stream of blood that gathered under the feet gathered into the fruit.

The fruit was getting bigger and bigger. At first it was only slightly bigger than a baby, but in the blink of an eye it had reached the size of a lamb.

Marquette instinctively wanted to run away, but then he thought that the monster in front of him might be related to Lin Brown, so he stayed where he was.

Of course he had heard the story about Lin Brown, a poor man cursed by an evil god who could not die and was enslaved for eternity.

"Snapped."

Marquette lit a cigarette to give himself courage, and at the same time opened the door behind him as wide as possible to facilitate his escape later.

"Dong dong dong..."

A faint heartbeat gradually erupted from the embryo of the dead tree, echoing in the room like drumbeats.

The roots of the bloody dead tree had now spread and climbed up the surrounding walls, and the entire room seemed to have come alive.

Marquette couldn't help but retreat to the door and gestured to the sheriff outside the window, asking them to prepare to shoot.

Another minute passed, and the flesh sac of the fruit finally burst as if it could no longer bear the weight of the thing inside. Blood splattered on the ground three or four inches high, soaking Marquette's trouser legs.

A naked man covered in blood fell directly to the ground.

He had a muscular body and a cool and handsome face. Marquette felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

He raised his pistol and asked coldly:
"Be quiet! Who are you? Speak!"

"vomit!"

The man supported himself on the ground and vomited two mouthfuls of blood before wiping his eyes with his hands. He said weakly: "Marquette... Come on, have a cigarette..."

It was Lindbergh's voice.

Marquette was still alert, and threw the lighter and cigarettes on the table from a distance. Lin Brown stood up unsteadily, lit the cigarette tremblingly, took a puff, and then laughed miserably:
"It's really me. If you don't believe me, you can ask me a question. Ask it quickly. There is something very important that I need to tell Ricky. The evil god's side... is different from before."

"The wind is tight!"

"Crap!"

After Lin Brown answered Marquette, he breathed a sigh of relief and put the pistol back into his arms.

"Give me my windbreaker and pants. They're stuffed in the flowerpot in the corner of the corridor."

Marquette still stood there in a daze.

"Hmm? What are you looking at?"

"Well, it's a good thing you were still that awful look at the dance that day, otherwise the girls in New Newland would have gone crazy for you. It was so damn jealous."

(End of this chapter)