Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 467 Lost Things

Rebecca led the law enforcement team to "see off" the black goat calves as they rampaged away from the city.

They tried shooting at the bizarre creatures from a distance, but the bullets couldn't leave any mark on their skin.

So the law enforcement team turned into a rescue team.

They could only do their best to evacuate residents along the path of the black goat calves in order to minimize casualties, while rescuing the wounded who were buried under the rubble in the rear.

……

Although the movements of the black goat calves appear very heavy and slow, they actually move at a speed no slower than that of horses.

After the last black goat calf ran out of the city.

Rebecca glanced back at the group of law enforcement officers behind her and saw expressions of horror and unease on their faces.

...

“SAN value…”

The concepts that Milo had "explained" to her earlier came to mind.

To her surprise, none of the law enforcement officers, whose minds and bodies were shrouded in fear, showed any intention of backing down. They waited intently for Rebecca to give the order, even the wounded who had been injured in the previous operation.

...

"We should chase after them and find out what's going on, right, boss?"

Enid's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Her tricorn hat had been lost in the previous operation.

Like everyone else, her condition was not stable at the moment, and her pupils were trembling slightly.

But Rebecca hesitated.

She saw the horrific scene of the road collapsing and crumbling after being trampled by those creatures, and she also saw the human remains that had been churned up and spat out along the way.

Perhaps a few days ago, Rebecca would have given the order without hesitation to lead the enforcement team to catch up with those terrifying creatures, just like when she gritted her teeth and fought the Shroud-bound zombies to the death.

But for Rebecca now, her identity, mindset, and self-perception have all changed to some extent.

She knew that if these few hundred people chased after them out of the city today, there was a very high chance that none of them would come back alive, because those creatures were simply beyond the capabilities of the firearms they had.

"I……"

Rebecca paused for a moment.

The order was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to say it.

The most rational and calm choice would be to keep everyone inside the city and prevent anyone from going out. However, this would violate the oath they took when they officially joined the force and faced the scythe of judgment, as well as the inner will of every member of the entire law enforcement team.

Those creatures that appeared out of nowhere didn't even glance at the law enforcement team once on their way through the city, yet even so, three of their colleagues still lost their lives during the operation, and most of them were injured.

Perhaps it was those bloody images that woke Rebecca up.

She quickly issued the order:

"The city is under lockdown. No one is allowed to leave. Your primary task is to rescue and protect the city's residents."

...

Rebecca had expected her orders to be met with opposition from her subordinates.

Because she clearly saw the desire to pursue in the eyes of these people.

However, after the order was given, the law enforcement team remained silent.

……

Rebecca frowned.

She suddenly realized that everyone else's eyes, except for hers, no longer held the fear they had shown before, nor did they tremble. Instead, they were filled with an unnatural calm, or even... emptiness.

Even Enid is like that.

She nodded blankly at Rebecca, then followed the group back towards the city.

...

Not only the law enforcement team, but the city was filled with all sorts of terrifying wails and cries of pain. But in Rebecca's daze, all those disturbing noises stopped.

Those buried under the rubble, those who lost loved ones, and those who were lucky enough to escape the clutches of the black goat—regardless of age, gender, or even infants in swaddling clothes—were all in a strange state of peace.

They seemed to have forgotten the horrific ordeal they had just witnessed, forgotten the enormous creature that had wielded its grotesque tentacles and crushed their houses, and even when faced with the mangled remains of their loved ones, they couldn't shed a tear. It was as if even the capacity for grief had been forgotten.

……

Rebecca stood alone in the middle of the broken street, facing the silent city before her. She felt an unprecedented unease, as if the scene of everyone pretending nothing had happened was more chilling than the wailing that had filled the city before.

Her face turned deathly pale; she couldn't understand what had happened.

...

……

On the cemetery.

The 96 black goat calves had stopped mating. They circled the open area, bending their hooves into a strange kneeling position, facing the grave of the old cemetery keeper.

...

At this moment, Milo and Yan had left the hillside where they were originally and arrived at the highest point in the cemetery, next to the old man's hut.

"The first generation of contract scholars..."

Milo stood before the pit the old man had dug himself, looking at the ashes lying at the bottom. The white flames had died down, and the outline of a human was no longer visible on the ashes.

He fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Yan, on the other hand, pulled out two bottles of strong liquor from the old man's cabin: "Look what good stuff I found."

That was given to the old man by Milo. He had killed a group of heretics and their kin at the edge of the cemetery and had the old man use those two bottles of wine to start a fire and burn their remains.

But it was clear that the old man possessed a far more powerful flame, a white flame that even the Night Demon feared, so he rightfully saved the two bottles of wine.

...

Yan pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp, making an "Ah~" sound.

Milo, however, stared silently at the old man's ashes.

At this moment, many unfamiliar figures appeared on the hillside where the two of them had been.

Among them were family members, believers, and possibly members of the Monsieur school.

The darkness blurred their figures, but this did not hinder Milo's vision; in his field of vision, those figures were semi-transparent.

"Is this the purpose of the star stones?"

Milo's brow furrowed.

He recalled that he had previously used fishing to hunt down vampire spirit seers, but the reason he hadn't managed to capture the spirit seer was because the latter had used a special substance called starstone.

It is conceivable that the religious followers and pagan believers came prepared tonight.

They knew what they were about to face, that this graveyard harbored a shadowy figure who had participated in the killing of a god, and a terrifying night demon.

Even so, they still came.

No one knows what beliefs they held, but those beliefs definitely went beyond the level of valuing life itself.

……

Soon, another group of people, all black, appeared on the other side of the hillside. Their bodies were completely materialized, and they carried various weapons.

They are hunters.

The atmosphere instantly became tense as soon as they appeared.

It wasn't exactly a tense standoff, since they were essentially both part of the Monsieur school of thought.

But what exactly the hidden entanglements are, is probably only known to the core members of both sides.

...

The imagined bloody battle did not immediately unfold.

What first drew everyone's attention was the group of black goat calves surrounding one side of the cemetery.

They remained in a kneeling posture, their huge mouths wide open, and sounds that were inaudible to ordinary people came from their ferocious fangs.

But Milo heard it.

It seemed to be some kind of folk song, or perhaps some kind of collective prayer.

Each syllable is different; some are drawn out very long, while others are extremely short.

As a creature of a different species, a different civilization, and even a different sequence, Milo simply could not understand what those musical notes represented, nor could he touch even a fraction of the emotions contained within them.

……

Then, one of the black goat's young, with heavy steps, dragged its hooves to the depression below the cemetery.

It used its tentacles to "dig" a strange thing out of its own body.

The thing looked like fresh flesh and blood, stained with bright red blood. Compared to the thick tentacles of the black goat calf, it appeared extremely small, yet it seemed to possess some kind of life, as if it were still twitching and trembling.

The black goat calf gently placed the lump of flesh on the ground, then slowly turned back along the long road.

At this moment, what lingers between the mountains are their calls and prayers.

Meanwhile, Milo's face at the gravesite was incredibly somber.

Because he recognized what the lump of flesh and blood that the black goat's calf had taken out was.

Rebecca and Rick had previously discovered this clue in the underground morgue, and the young psychic Marty had also confirmed it...

Now, even from a distance of over a hundred meters, Milo can clearly recognize the owner of that mass of flesh and blood.

That was part of Grasso's body.

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(End of this chapter)