Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 110 Request
Backlund, Harvest Church.

Several volunteers of the vampires, as well as Altaïr and Vinata, were huddled together at this time, waiting for the latest progress in exterminating the demons, next to Sister Vespe, who was communicating with the garrison personnel of other churches via a radio transmitter.

Finally, the old radio machine spit out a piece of white paper with the following words engraved on it with warm ink.

It has been confirmed that the source of the demon incident is the Buffett Factory. Currently, Archbishop Saint Anthony of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of Evernight is in charge of the eradication operation. The estimated number of casualties is also attached.

Below is a long list of numbers that make people feel particularly heavy when reading it, as well as a partial list of deaths that can be counted.

Everyone in the room couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, however, their mood did not feel much better.

The Buffett Factory was indeed the core of the problem... Altaïr sighed. To be honest, after confirming the authenticity of the intelligence, he had reported the problem there as quickly as possible. However, the reason why the report was shelved was the same as he imagined.

I hope Ms. Sophie and Ms. Marisol are safe...

Altaïr silently tapped his chest four times. Considering that he was surrounded by followers of the Earth Mother, he did not pray aloud, but only prayed to the goddess in his heart. However, in reality, even if the goddess really would bless the followers, it would not be the turn of the followers of Storm and Machine. Altaïr did this just for psychological comfort.

He looked at Venata and found that she also closed her eyes and prayed devoutly to the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Thus, the day passed slowly in the depressing atmosphere.

In the evening, a short level 1 all-clear signal was heard in the East District, and some brave residents began to go home one after another, thinking about their own affairs at home or their relatives working in other places. After helping the vampire volunteers prepare dinner for the residents, Altaïr and Venata said goodbye to Sister Vespe.

The street was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur. The deformed demon body and the corpse of the poor woman had been disposed of, and a thick layer of lime powder was sprinkled on the ground to suppress the smell of blood and organs.

There were few people on the street, and Altaïr and his companion walked towards their home in silence. However, when they arrived at the door, they found someone waiting at the door.

Mr. Statham.

However, he looked very different from yesterday. Just one day later, Mr. Statham, who originally looked smart and capable, now looked like he had suffered a great blow. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard seemed to have lost their luster immediately, and he looked nearly ten years older.

"Mr. Statham?!!"

Altaïr walked quickly forward, and only then did he see a figure sitting on the steps at the door, looking a little tired. Judging from her body shape, it seemed to be Marisol. She was sitting quietly by the door, almost exactly the same as those who had experienced the disaster, if there was any difference.

Altaïr did not hear her breathing.

If you look closely, you can see that her face is so pale that she doesn't look like a living person, and there are dark blood stains on her tattered clothes that cannot be concealed.

Mr. Statham turned around, opened his mouth and then closed it, as if he wanted to greet Altaïr, but his throat was blocked by a stronger emotion, making a horrible clicking sound. Then he bent over and coughed violently, almost coughing up blood.

Altaïr quickly stepped forward to support Mr. Statham and opened the door. Venata also picked up Ms. Marisol's body without hesitation and placed it on the sofa in the room.

Artair picked up the thermos and prepared to pour a cup of hot water for Mr. Statham, but halfway through, he seemed to remember something, poured the cup of hot water into the sink, found a bottle of Blackland in the cabinet, poured it into the cup, and handed it to the distraught Mr. Statham.

"Drink this, and you might feel better."

Altaïr comforted him softly and asked him to drink the glass of strong liquor.

Sure enough, after a glass of strong wine, Mr. Statham's face had some color, although it was more like an unhealthy flush, but it looked much better than before.

"Thank you, Altaïr."

Mr. Statham took a breath, "Without this drink, I feel like I might pass out at any moment."

"Even though I don't like drinking, it doesn't stop me from having some in stock to deal with similar situations."

Altaïr nodded. "If you still feel unwell, you can drink more."

"Please accept my condolences for Mary's matter. Although this kind of pain often takes a long time to heal, after all, I see that you seem to have other things to do. Otherwise, I'm afraid you wouldn't come to me at this time."

Altaïr sat down across from Mr. Statham.

"That's right..."

Mr. Statham paused for a moment, as if encouraged by these words.

"I didn't go to the shelter immediately when the disaster started. Instead, I ran to the Buffett Garment Factory as fast as I could."

He took a breath and continued, "However, there were still many monsters along the way, and it took me a long time to get around them. So when I arrived at the factory, it was already destroyed, and there were dead demons everywhere. They didn't suffer any external injuries, and it seemed that they died of great shock."

The telegram just now said that Archbishop Saint Anthony was in charge of the suppression of the Buffett Factory. These should be the abilities of the High Sequence of the Night Pathway...Altaïr's eyes flickered, and he did not respond.

"The people handling the scene were very surprised to see me, but they seemed to be overwhelmed. They told me to evacuate quickly and they didn't have time to take care of me. I sneaked into the rescue center they set up nearby, where I saw Mary for the last time. Mary said..."

At this point, his emotions seemed to be out of control again, and Altaïr hurriedly handed him a glass of wine. Mr. Statham took a big gulp of Black Rand, and even as a Storm believer, he was choked and tears flowed.

"Mary said that Sophie might still be alive. The first thing that rushed out after the door was opened was not a monster, but Secretary Smith... He took advantage of the chaos in the crowd to capture Sophie."

Mr. Statham's voice was choked up.

"After all, you know, in such a chaotic situation, the textile workers who didn't know each other well wouldn't pay attention to who was killed or who was missing. The only one who could do that was Marisol... She was an excellent mother."

(End of this chapter)