New Gods of North America.

Chapter 374 The house was stolen!

Regardless of the specific results, at least this wave of enemies was eliminated tonight.

The battle itself didn't last particularly long.

But cleaning up the battlefield took a lot of work.

The guy who was shot dead was easier to deal with. The extraordinary material was a small metal gadget that weighed heavily on the hand.
The overall condition was still intact and it was quickly towed onto the carriage.

When I get back to the detective agency, I'll confirm whether I should send it in to claim the reward or report the crime.

The ones that can turn into thick black fog are a little more troublesome. Extraordinary materials are a bit like pitch-black "mercury". They are scattered all over the ground nearby, but they will not soak into the soil. Instead, they will turn into small "water drops".
These small "water droplets" blended into each other. Wayne drove the simple-lined vision camera and picked them up in the grass for a long time before he finished picking up a small bottle.

There is also an extraordinary material that feels like bone marrow or brain matter, gray and jelly-like, and a bit sticky.

The two guys were already scattered all over the ground, and the agents couldn't tell which was which, so they could only pack them up roughly.

For example, if the meat is "boneless" and clean, I would guess that it comes from the "bone frame", otherwise it probably belongs to the "black fog".
As for those that cannot be distinguished, put them in another sack.

There is probably no chance to exchange these three bags for bounties.

However, according to Wayne's blind guess and his stereotypes about the "dark" and "death" realms, he always felt that these two guys might be suspected of "dying uncleanly".

So it is better to be cautious and take it home to see if it needs to be disposed of harmlessly.

Otherwise, he would end up like that “Grey Wolf” Freddy, who would come out and cause trouble for no reason.

When I was about to return to the detective agency, it was already dawn.

Fortunately, the lottery sales have come to a temporary halt, otherwise I would have to put my things down and run back to Richmond.

Thanks to the other party's kindness, Wayne and his friends avoided the tragedy of not even getting any sleep and working for the state's public welfare funds in vain.

According to the previous announcement, the first batch of lottery tickets will only be sold until the night of the challenge countdown.

However, the first batch of prizes will have to wait at least half a month before they can be redeemed.

This is mainly because the spread of information in this era is not timely enough, so the time for the other party to respond in the newspaper will be one day later than the deadline. If you respond by letter, the postmark time will be the basis.

Currently, there are several fixed prize numbers corresponding to "Will Malcolm Baker accept the challenge?", "Who will win or lose or tie?", and the more special "How many games can Wayne win?" - the prize numbers are prefixed with letters from "zero" to "eight", and the maximum number is seven games, which is considered the same prize.
In any case, at most only 70% of the total sales will be classified as "bonus". For each batch of prizes, the winners of the same prize will share the prize equally according to a certain sales ratio. The remaining prize will be rolled over to the next batch of "special prize pool", and the remaining prize will be returned to the state.

The state government will not lose money no matter what, and it doesn't matter if all lottery buyers buy the same ticket.
The detective agency contributes manpower and effort, mainly because it has more opportunities to communicate directly with some citizens, thereby increasing their sense of participation and enthusiasm, and saving advertising fees for "propaganda" and "whitewashing".

Therefore, the detective agency's work in the next few days is to calculate the total sales of this batch, publish an announcement in the newspaper, and then wait for follow-up.

By the way, continue to find ways to tease the other party and see how many extraordinary materials the other party can give.

In fact, you don’t even have to bother counting the total sales. There are staff members supervising every day, and the sales for the day are certain, so you just need to add them up.

As soon as we arrived at the detective agency's courtyard, everyone noticed something unusual.
In a small woods nearby, a large number of trees had fallen down, almost carving out a "basketball court".

On the fallen or still-fallen trees, you can still vaguely see sparse "ketchup", "tofu brain" and "small meat cubes"...

Damn it? !
The other side also arranged to steal the house last night? !
The carriages all sped up tacitly, and Doug quickly asked Sanders, the coachman, to help release the parrot and fly in to check the situation.

Several agents climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard without waiting for the gate to open.
Finally, when Wayne's head popped out from the wall, he saw Damon MacCready standing in the yard, playing "lift high" with Emma with one hand.

Well……

Although being fine is a good thing, aren't you a little too relaxed?
Damon MacCready also greeted Wayne, "'Boss' you are back? There are two more captives in the cellar, and Liam is interrogating the one with two legs, Peter."

Wayne's ability to accept things was already very strong at this time;

After climbing over the wall and entering the yard, he chose to ignore the insignificant details and asked about the general situation first, "The detective agency was attacked again last night? Was there any damage?"

"I don't think there will be any major damage... But Miss Inessa said she needed to rest for a while and has gone back to her room, so I'll stay here to guard."

"What happened?" Wayne asked. Inissa was the type who would not say a word when she was injured, so it felt wrong that she took the initiative to say that she wanted to "rest".

Damon MacCready ran his good hand through his hair:

"Last night, there was a group of attackers who seemed to be from the School of Life. They seemed to be worried that there was a trap in the detective agency, so they retreated quickly. One of them was able to make a mimicking 'doll', and he imitated Emma in the chaos.

"After dealing with the stalker, Miss Inissa and I split up and pursued him. Then she seemed to have been ambushed by the enemy."

So you still have the mood to play "Lift High" here? !

"Is Inesa injured?"

"I'm not really sure... Miss Inissa doesn't look very well, but she just asked me not to let anyone disturb her for now."

Damon MacCready pointed in the direction of the "crime scene" outside the courtyard, seeming to be a little frightened. "When I went there, there were no living enemies there... Although some may have managed to escape, I don't think they will come back to attack again in the short term."

Wayne thought about it for a moment.
Then he patted Damon MacCready on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I think I know what's going on."

Some people may look easy to bully, but you can't really bully them...

If given the chance, those "ketchups" outside would probably have something in common with the Wendigo in Blackrock Town.

Wayne thought that the fresh extraordinary materials from last night might be useful, so he took the materials and knocked gently on the door of Inissa's cabin.

"Inesha, are you okay?"

Good guy,
The spiritual intuition "clicked" for a moment, and then subsided.

Inesa's voice came softly from the cabin:

"I'm fine, but I need to rest for a while."

"I remember the extraordinary material in the field of 'Death', which seems to be helpful for the bondage of the Exorcist Association. Do you need it now?"

There was a faint sound of water, and then I could feel Inesa's footsteps approaching.

This is really not a good sign - a good hunter usually controls the sound of his footsteps.

The door was opened. Although Inissa was wearing a casual dress, her hair was dripping with water, as if she had just climbed out of a bathtub.
Judging from the color of the water droplets, it is not ordinary clear water.

Her lips turned pale, and her eyes had turned scarlet, making people feel as if they were facing the pressure of a ferocious beast.

Wayne showed off some extraordinary materials.

Inissa looked down, her eyes resting on the gray "jelly", "I might need this."

Wayne handed the item over.

Then when Inesa stretched out her hand, Wayne noticed that the "pattern" on her thin arm had almost "embedded" into her arm, like a discolored branding iron, tightly clamped on it with high temperature.

The areas not covered by the "pattern" were all bruised or purple, and the blood vessels on the back of the hands and fingers were all knotted.

"Are you really okay?" Wayne asked again.

"My extraordinary ability has a side effect. It will absorb the spiritual power of the enemy when causing damage."

Inissa slowly closed the door and forced a smile. "Although one of the enemies is not too strong, the original source of his extraordinary power is of high status. As a result, the church's restraints have been fully activated."

"Can you recover?"

"I'll give it a try...it should be able to temporarily restore it to its previous state, or at least try to alleviate it a little."

(End of this chapter)