Mermaid Reef

The blizzard was raging, and cracks appeared one after another on the frozen ground.

Everyone hid in the dug snow nest, covering their ears in pain.

A sharp, strange sound echoed in the air.

"...Skira is here."

Hans' face was very ugly. He found the metal sheath from his pocket and opened it to reveal a folded silver needle with a hook.

In the process of dealing with mystery, there will always be some dilemmas, such as now.

The needle can break the eardrum.

Compared with life, hearing is not particularly important.

"No!" Tom wanted to stop Hans.

In order to escape from this ice field, they killed six of the evil god's family one after another. Both the ammunition and the rune crystals were exhausted, and all of them were injured. Only Hans was left with fighting power.Unexpectedly, the third encounter was not the giant dog, but the evil god himself.

Hans was holding the silver needle, his breathing was short, and his gaze was firm.

"Snapped."

The strange sound suddenly disappeared.

The world returned to silence, so quiet that people suspected that they were deaf.

Tom looked at Hans in horror, almost thinking that Hans had given him a needle.

Hans shook his head gravely at him.

Tom's breathing stopped suddenly.

That's right, apart from the evil god leaving, there is another possibility that the evil god discovered these ants.

The outside of Xuewozi was eerily quiet, even the howling north wind disappeared.

Hans subconsciously pricked his finger to confirm that he was not hallucinating.

As time passed by, Hans slowly changed from being alert to being puzzled.

He gestured for Tom not to move.

The others were already unconscious, lying on their backs in the snow nest.

Hans stepped on the gap among the crowd, and moved to the door with difficulty. The waterproof cloth used to block the wind and snow was cut from the tent.

Hans clearly saw a figure reflected on the canvas.

A shadow that cannot appear on the ice field, without heavy clothes, without a hat.

Tom's eyeballs were about to pop out. Sciarra's legendary incarnation was half human and half monster.

This shadow is a man, not a woman, and it is only thinly clothed, not naked.

And there are legs, but the style of the shoes in the silhouette is very familiar.

Tom suddenly woke up, and Hans took off his glasses and stared at the shadow.

"Mr. Johnson?"

Hans breathed a sigh of relief after confirming, but before he had time to say more, the howling wind came again.

The canvas was hardened by the ice and snow, and the light from the flashlight made people's faces pale.

The shadow disappears.

"He's gone," panted Tom, looking at Hans and saying, "Do you think Sciarra's gone?"

Hans: "..."

He picked up the flashlight and climbed out of the snow nest.

The wind and snow covered his sight, but he didn't see those green eyes of the giant dog, and the terrifying chill that made people shudder disappeared.

Tom also crawled out. He was silent for a few minutes, and then suddenly said, "Jason doesn't seem to be wearing that nineteenth-century suit?"

That top hat is still quite obvious.

Cthulhu personally proved that the clothes of the British have been changed, only the shoes have not changed.

"Also, how did Schira leave? Was he kicked out?"

Tom asked in embarrassment, "In this situation, do we have to pay a life-saving fee? After all, Jason gives you commission money every time."

Hans stared at Tom, as if he wanted to gag Tom's mouth with a snowball.

***

Jason certainly didn't think about asking the investigator for a reward.

What can humans give him?

He would be satisfied if these investigators didn't die too early.

Humanity has a short lifespan, and it's good to not run out of slots until he finds new investigators to fill his collection.

If such an unfortunate thing really happens, they will probably sink to the bottom of the sea to sleep, and then try their luck in a human city after waking up.

But the problem is, Jason doesn't want to sleep.

"...Juan is too timid, Cindy is not physically strong, as for Hans, oh, Hans's brain is working better now."

The fault-finding Cthulhu had no idea how harsh his own standards were.

Juan's courage ranks first in the entire archaeological team, and Cindy can find the lighthouse in the mist behind her grandmother's back.

It's all John's fault!

It’s not that Detective John is so good that no one can compare, but that the few mysterious incidents that John encountered when he was young were not big, and most of them were related to Jason and Gemil. Impressed.

Hans is also very important.

The kid in the attic was a part of Jason, and it was normal for him to pay more attention to Hans.

Jason felt that he had arrived just in time, and if it was a little later, Schira would destroy the entire snow field——Scilar was not interested in slowly looking for ants under the snow.

Sensing Jason's intention, Schira glanced at Jason and left without saying anything.

This is also a kind of social communication between evil gods. If they don't want to fight, they avoid each other.

Jason smiled wryly and thought, did he and Schira know each other, or not?

Say they don’t know each other, but they participated in the Blood Moon Battle together, say they know each other... Do they know the combination form of Typhon, or the fusion form of the shadow vine ball?

That's weird.

In particular, their strength attributes still mysteriously overlap.

Ice, wind and snow...

Jensen suspected that Sciera didn't leave because of the friendship of the Blood Moon War, but was scared away by the terrifying hostility emanating from Gemil who suddenly appeared.

After all, the killing of the family member is not a big deal, or a small thing.

Most evil gods regard their dependents as slaves and food, and better as servants and pets. Schira seems to be the latter. After he found a group of giant dogs missing a few, his roar made countless deep holes in the ice sheet. There will be a hundred more icebergs in the sea near Greenland next year.

In short, Hans and the others thought it was Jensen who drove away Schira, and Jensen thought it was Gemil's credit.

"How is the little white whale?" Jason asked one more time, he couldn't locate the location of the white whale through "contact", after all, it wasn't him who was connected.

Gemil came from the sea, and he scared Schira away, and the breath on his body was still terrifying.

Jason suspected that the little white whale was fine, and seeing Gemil like this was also fine.

"Hiding at the bottom of the sea, screaming when you see me." Gemil didn't want to recall at all.

Little Beluga Whale’s bad habit of recording in his brain when something happens, and then playing it automatically... The feeling is really hard to describe.

Jason wanted to laugh, but now was not the time to laugh.

"Let's go."

Jensen drew a circuit diagram for the remaining three points.

Across the Atlantic, the next stop is England.

***

The city remained the same, but thick smoke rose from some places.

The shop windows were broken, and several trampled bloody corpses lay on the ground.

Merchandise was mixed with broken glass, and the walls were covered in scribbled symbols, some frantic slogans, others unintelligible letters.

The sun shining on these traces is even more shocking.

Police cars cordoned off several blocks that undoubtedly housed the wealthy, as well as important government buildings.

In the city, the sounds of wooden warehouses can still be heard sporadically, flames can be seen burning, and people are screaming frantically.

A piece of newspaper was blown up by the wind and landed in a puddle of strange black mud.

Titles are complete.

A New Economic Crisis Triggers Urban Riots Around the World.

Jason looked down, and then set his eyes on the mud flowing out of the alley.

"Monsters! Monsters everywhere!"

The homeless man was huddled in the trash can. When he saw Jason, he immediately stuck his head out, waved his arms and shouted, "We are already dead, this is hell! Hell awaiting trial!"

Jason walked through the alley and saw a lot of corpses, none of which had mutated.

Their pockets were stuffed with valuables, some were carrying knives, others clutching wooden bins.

The dead bodies were horrific, some had their heads broken, and some were split in half.

Two twisted and deformed mutant monsters are chewing on the corpse.

"Snapped."

A bullet from the second floor hit a monster in the forehead.

The monster's skin was very thick, and it didn't die. It roared and raised its head, directly climbing up the water pipe.

Jason walked calmly through the chaos.

A gray-blue pinstripe suit jacket, a light gray shirt, and two sapphire cuff buttons.

The jet-black hair was combed along one side, softly attached to the back of the neck, only the front of the forehead was slightly messy.

He stepped over the rotting corpses, as if walking on flat ground, without hindrance.

There was no trace of blood on the patent leather upper.

Cindy, lying on the window sill on the second floor and aiming at the monster: "..."

The bodies of the mutated monsters twisted. They seemed to be about to run, but when their heads turned around, their bodies didn't listen. This was the ridiculous scene where they almost twisted their heads off.

Two dull howls.

Several black and red icicles emerged from the monster's body.

Like an absurd art piece strung on a glass pillar, the monster is held aloft.

Soon the icicle broke, and the monster's body turned into mud.

Cindy's expression was stiff, she squeezed out a smile, and quickly put away the wooden warehouse, but she didn't know how to greet the devil... oh no, the evil god in this situation.

Jason subconsciously tried to raise the brim of his hat, only to realize that people in this era don't wear hats at all.

"Beautiful clothes, sir, on the cover of Paris Fashion Magazine in September." Cindy blurted out with a twitch.

Jason was not surprised at all, he just imitated the photo, the difference is that he changed the cufflinks and the tie for a bow tie.

Thinking of Hans deliberately taking off his glasses to stare at him, Jason doubts that human beings can't recognize people after changing clothes.

After all, there are many incarnations of evil gods, changing "clothes" may even change the form.

Just a piece of clothing should not be enough.

"Is the disaster over?" Cindy asked eagerly.

"That depends on your definition of disaster," Jason replied.

The blood moon battle is over, Tonatiu escapes, Anubis regains his true form, and the endless night that covers the earth disappears.

But there are still many evil gods on the earth.

The evil god awakened by Typhon and Blood Moon.

They didn't show up, and they should continue to sleep, but no one knows if they want to turn over and yawn.

"The disaster never ends, sorry, I should go."

Jason turned and left.