Resident Evil Redemption

Shrine sat down on the driver's seat of the police car in shock, and immediately closed the door.After a pause, she grabbed the water glass next to her and took a few sips for herself.She really never thought that she could run so fast in her lifetime.

Two shots, although not aimed, but I think it should be dead. Shrine thought.Come back to your senses and look at yourself now.Trousers and shoes were full of mud, and the dark blue uniform behind the tactical vest was full of sweat and dust.She was a little helpless, sighed, and felt that even her timidity was not worthy of this uniform.But even so, she had to go home before returning to the police station.

Go home and change into another police uniform.

It has to be said that her deception successfully deceived her captain.Well, he found nothing.It's just that Anna, who is watching TV at home, wants to wash Shrine's dirty clothes...

Shrine sat in the office, looked at the newspaper on the opposite table, and started to be dazed again.She also began to doubt the correctness of her actions.If a series of cases were really caused by that mad dog, would it be considered not reporting if he did so?But how can a madman alone justify a mutilated corpse with human teeth and saliva?

She didn't want to witness any more deaths.She just... just hates that feeling.She still has a lot of clues that she hasn't figured out, which makes her very upset.She just suspected from the bottom of her heart that it was not artificial.She always felt that the involvement of the "ogre" was just a coincidence.But she still found nothing except the mad dog...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.A week later, she decided to start again.She was going to do the last survey at the villa in the western suburbs.Even if she couldn't get a search warrant, she still had to bring something back.She hoped she hadn't wasted a week learning lockpicking with Jill.

She returned to the gloomy villa with trepidation.When she passed the back door, she deliberately looked for the body of the mad dog she had killed a week ago, but found that there was nothing there except weeds.

"Shit!! What the hell!" Shrine couldn't stop sweating while holding the gun.She walked around the backyard again. "Someone got rid of it?" The thought made her suddenly shudder.

Shivering, she immediately left the backyard.Walked into the villa again.

Hmm...it's still the same as a week ago...

She walked to the writing desk on the side of the hall and took a look.Those few letters were still where she placed them before leaving.She unhurriedly pulled out a letter with a very distinctive handwriting from the middle, and flipped through it.

"Mr. Clemens,

As a young and promising director, you should be proud of everything you have done.But I'm looking forward to seeing more.Don't worry about the problem of broken funds, I will find a way to fill the gap as soon as possible.You just have to focus on research.I believe you will achieve more outstanding achievements than Birkin.

Oswell E. Spencer (96.6.30)”

The name struck Shrine as very familiar.Wait, is he one of the legendary founders of Umbrella?If this is the case, then it is basically certain that the current Mr. John Clemens is working for Umbrella.Well, seems to be working with William Birkin who wrote to him earlier.Maybe she's changed her mind now.She always felt that she should look farther.For example... If you have time, go to "that research institute", maybe you can find John.But where is it?Wait, Shrine once thought he was crazy.How could she go there just to find the owner of a mad dog?If you offend the biggest sponsor above your head, you will lose your job...

Shrine pondered for a few more minutes at the desk now, and she still felt that she must be crazy.But she still stuffed the letter into her pants pocket and went to the second floor.