"Oh, it looks like no one is here." Horace poked his head into the treehouse and realized that there was no one there.
However, he still led Xiao Tan in through the entrance and asked him to find a place to sit.
"It's still early. I think everyone will be here in the afternoon," Horace said as he walked to the table at the end of the treehouse and picked up a monster magazine. He showed the cover to Xiao Tan and said, "As long as you pass our 'monster test', you can join the club."
"Monster … test?" Xiao Tan looked around as he responded to Horace.
"You know …" Horace shrugged and continued, "It's to test your knowledge about monsters to see if you're qualified to join our club."
"For example?" Xiao Tan asked again.
"For example …" Horace thought about it. "Hmm … the way to kill a vampire."
"Oh …" Xiao Tan answered and then almost blurted out, "The most thorough way is to be exposed to the sun."
"Yes, yes." Horace nodded. "What else?"
"Hmm … the wooden stake through the heart is a classic method …" Xiao Tan thought about it and said, "In some worldviews, their heads have to be chopped off." He paused. "Of course … I have a friend who thinks it's not a bad idea to throw them into a hay cutter …"
"Wow! You know so much. "Horace exclaimed.
"Haha … It's nothing." Xiao Tan laughed drily. Actually, his knowledge was limited before this, but after playing Thriller Paradise for half a year, he knew all kinds of classic monsters like the back of his hand.
Creak!
While they were talking, the entrance to the treehouse was opened again, and a small head popped out from the floor (the entrance to the treehouse was usually on the floor).
"Hey, Horace, you're here." The chestnut-haired boy in a red T-shirt greeted Horace and then turned to Xiao Tan. "Who is this child?"
"He's Wang, the new kid who moved here." He then turned to Xiao Tan and said, "Wang, this is Xiao En. He's the founder of the club. His father helped us build the treehouse."
As he said this, Sean also climbed into the treehouse and closed the entrance.
"Nice to meet you." Xiao Tan greeted the person.
"Hey, hello," Sean replied politely.
"Shao En, I want Wang to join our club." Horace put on a weird "martial arts" pose and said excitedly, "He's super good. Today, he used Chinese Kung Fu to help me beat E.J. and Derek."
"But this is a monster club, not a kung fu seminar," Sean teased.
"Wang knows a lot about demons too. You can test him if you don't believe me," Horace immediately replied.
"It's okay …" Xiao Tan said, "… But I do know some things."
"Oh?" Sean was suddenly energized. "Then … Try our 'monster test'. If you can answer more than half of the questions correctly, we'll let you in."
…
On the other hand, in the city, in the reception hall of the police station.
As usual, this place was busy almost every day, every hour, and every moment.
Today, a strange man had come here ….
"Officer, please! Please lock me up! " He was wearing a green hooded jacket and jeans and looked to be in his thirties. He kept yelling at the police officers, "I'm a werewolf! A werewolf! "
The police officers who were being pestered by him were also very distressed. To be honest … They rarely heard of a request to go to jail, and they had never heard of a reason like "I'm a werewolf".
"Just one night, please, it's the full moon tonight!"
"Don't get excited, sir." "Please calm down."
"You don't understand! You have to handcuff me! Put me in a cage! "
At this point in the conversation, the man who claimed to be a werewolf had already grabbed the shoulders of one of the police officers with both hands. No matter how the other party struggled, he would not let go.
"Oh! Really, buddy? Since you want to be arrested so much, that's great! "The police officers were finally annoyed by him.
Two seconds later, two patrol officers and a detective came forward together. The three of them worked together to twist the man's hands and were ready to handcuff him.
"What's wrong with this guy?"
"Who knows … Let's contact the mental hospital."
After hearing the conversation between the police officers, the man became even more agitated. "Oh, my God! You still don't understand … You have to … "
His words came to an abrupt end because he suddenly had an idea.
The next second, the man took the opportunity and pulled out the gun on the waist of the nearest police officer. He then used a brute force that came from nowhere to push the three people around him away.
Bang bang — —
He raised his pistol and fired two shots at the ceiling without saying a word. Then he shouted, "Lock me up!"
Bang bang bang — —
Before he finished speaking, three more gunshots were heard.
But this time, it was not him who fired the gun. It was a patrol officer who came from next door after hearing the gunshots.
After the gunshots, the man who claimed to be a werewolf fell down in front of everyone's eyes …
In the eyes of the bystanders, this "mental patient who attacked a police officer and stole a gun" seemed to have been "killed" just like that …
…
At the same time, in a museum in the city center.
"Okay, I'll confirm it with you again …" A black police detective in a trench coat said in a helpless tone to a museum security guard who looked like he was nearing retirement age. "There … was a mummy here from the year 2000, right?"
"Yes, officer," the security guard replied.
"But he's gone now. He's gone. He's gone. He's history now," the police detective said in his own rap style.
"Yes, officer," the security guard confirmed with the same answer.
"And you …" the police detective said as he walked around the security guard, "… You said you didn't hear anyone come in … or leave here, right?"
"Uh-huh." The security guard nodded.
"Can you hear me now? Hello? "The police detective raised his voice in annoyance.
"Of course, I can hear you clearly, officer," the security guard responded calmly.
"So … you mean no one went in to steal the mummy?" the police detective asked.
"If there was, I definitely would have heard it, officer," the security guard replied.
"Hehe … Yes, of course you would have heard it. I really asked a stupid question," the detective shook his head and said. The detective shook his head and muttered. Then, he suddenly turned around and looked at the security guard. "Did you take it?"
"No, officer." The security guard's answer was calm and clear from beginning to end, but it didn't help the case at all. This made the detective very angry.
"Okay, I was just asking." The black detective raised his hands and turned to look at his white partner. "Okay, I tried my best. This case is too difficult, buddy. I think we should change careers and become firefighters. "
"I'm glad you're still in the mood to joke around, Richie," the white detective said with a sullen face. Then, he took two steps toward the exhibition hall where the stolen mummy was and said, "The problem is … a mummy that's been here for two thousand years won't stand up and walk away on its own."
…
"Ah!" After a groan, the homeless man who was knocked out by Feng Bujue woke up from his coma.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dilapidated room with a dirty mattress under him.
"You woke up pretty quickly," the child version of Feng Bujue's voice quickly reached the homeless man's ears.
"Hmm?" The homeless man suddenly turned his head and saw Brother Jue sitting on a small stool at the other end of the room, looking at him leisurely.
"You! You little bastard … "He cursed as he got up and tried to grab him.
Feng Bujue, on the other hand, merely sat where he was and uttered a strange word. "Taro."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the word left his mouth, the homeless man screamed and fell to the ground, his body convulsing for a few seconds.
"Oh! My back! " After the homeless man fell to the ground, he rolled and tried to reach for his back, but it seemed … this action was very difficult for him.
"Don't try. You can't take the chip out by yourself," Feng Bujue said.
"What … what chip?" The homeless man replied, "What are you talking about, you little …"
"Taro," Feng Bujue interrupted the homeless man before he could curse again.
"Ah!" The tramp screamed again, but the pain came and went quickly. Soon, he gasped for breath and asked, "You … What did you do to me?!"
"It's nothing. I just inserted a chip into your back with the help of a friend." Feng Bujue said, "The technology contained in this chip is far beyond your understanding and imagination. I won't introduce it in detail. What you need to know is that, from now on, as long as I say …" He paused, "you know … that word …" He was undoubtedly referring to the word "taro," … you will become like that just now. "
"Nonsense … how is that possible?" Of course, the homeless man did not believe this easily.
"You still don't believe me?" Feng Bujue said, "Then I'll say it again, taro …"
"No … Don't!" This time, the homeless man was terrified. "Don't … Don't say it again …"
"Ha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "You should be glad, Mr. Hill. Long-term alcoholism and all kinds of unhealthy living habits have dulled and numbed your nerves … Otherwise, you would feel more vivid pain. "
"Who … Who are you?" At this time, the homeless man, Hill, obviously no longer regarded Feng Bujue as an ordinary child. "How do you know my name?"
"In the pocket of your jacket … The only thing of value is your driver's license, Mr. Hill," Feng Bujue replied. "As for my identity, you don't have to know. You can call me … Mr. F. "
"Okay … Mr. F," Hill asked, "Why did you insert that … uh … chip into my body?"
"Isn't it obvious … Of course, it's to let you do something for me." Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "After all, I'm still a child. Many things are easier for adults to handle. At the very least, you can be my driver."
"But … Why did you choose me?" Hill asked.
"You came to me yourself, Mr. Hill," Feng Bujue replied. "You tried to rob me, remember?" He spread out his hands and said, "Your behavior eliminated all the guilt I felt toward you. With your character, I can talk to you all day."
"Ah —" Hill was inexplicably implicated again.
"Secondly, given your living condition, I think … even if you 'suddenly disappear permanently,' it won't have much impact on society." Feng Bujue's "disappear" in this sentence was obviously implying that Hill was "dead." Anyway, no one will find out in a short period of time. This is also a very suitable condition. "
"Thirdly …" Brother Jue paused for two seconds and added, "Similar to the second point, because you are a drunkard and homeless, your integrity will inevitably be questioned by the secular world. For example … No matter what illegal act I coerce you to do, or even if I get arrested with you in the process, I will still be safe. At that time, I just have to pretend to cry and everything will be fine. And you … You can try to tell the police that you were controlled by a child with a super-advanced chip and forced to commit a crime. See what the result will be. "
At this point, Hill was already sitting on the ground, stunned.
"Now, Mr. Hill. If you don't want to hear that word again, get up quickly and change your clothes. " Feng Bujue said and pointed to a set of clean clothes on the edge of the mattress. "I still have a lot of things to do before sunset …"
…
At the same time, on the edge of the city, on a mountain road that was not too rugged.
A very simple family two-box car slowly drove to the side of the road and stopped next to the fence.
Then, a pale face appeared in the side window of the driver's seat. Through the window glass and the light barrier … it looked at the city in the distance.
No one knew where Dracula got this car, and no one knew why he didn't die in the sun after he turned into a bat and left the plane.
No one knew … As a vampire who had left the human world for a hundred years, where did he learn to drive …
In short, in the world of Demon Subduing Squad, Dracula was a man full of mysteries.
"Let it all begin …"
After staring at the city outside the car window for a moment, Dracula muttered to himself in a very chuunibyou tone. Then … he showed an expression of relief after being constipated for a long time, mixed with a little bit of excitement.
After he was done, he restarted the car and drove down the mountain …
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