Crimson Blood Coffin

"Cultists' sacrifice?!"

After the police on duty received the notification from the operator, the whole police station was in an uproar.

There were cultists in their town? It was easy to think that any news related to cultists had never been able to settle down.

Not to mention that it was the high school football team in their town that attracted much attention. If something happened to them, not only would the top leaders of this town criticize the police station's security, but even the attention of the entire state would be focused on them.

"Send the police! Send the police quickly!"

In just a few minutes, all the staff on duty and those who had just got off work were urged to come by a phone call. The madness of the cultists was enough for them to take seriously.

On the other side, the two patrol police who arrived at the alarm address first had secretly turned over and entered the backyard of this family. By chance, they saw the cruel scene inside from the window on one side.

The two pairs of hands that broke silently were held high by the standing young man. Looking at the familiar appearance, it was indeed one of the members they had seen in the campus football competition. Opposite this man, a couple knelt on the ground with their heads down, their eyes looking straight ahead.

"Cultists!"

In anger, Jessica raised her gun and aimed at the Olive team member: "Don't move! Get down immediately!"

The Olive team member, who was still immersed in his prey, turned his head in surprise. Police? Why are there police?

At this time, Jessica's partner also broke the back door and rushed in.

The team member's skin-colored eyes stared at the two of them, and a chill came from behind: "He may not be human!"

With a gunshot, Jessica's shaking hand accidentally shot the rugby player's thigh. With the gunshot, all the nearby residents were awakened, turned on the lights, picked up their weapons and looked out the window.

The entire residential area looked at the family where the police car was parked.

The team member who fell to the ground in the house did not stand up to resist, but turned over and lay on the ground with a twisted smile on his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and the ups and downs of his palms completely turned into skin color and he was motionless.

"Hello? Police station? I saw my neighbor's hand was chopped off?! No. 11 Wall Street."

"Hello! Someone come quickly, the football player is going to kill his parents?! No. 105 Duncan District."

"Hello! My brother chopped off my mom's hands! No. 44 Ivy Street."

In just a few minutes of police dispatch, Youge reported all the families of football players he had found out about in a fast-moving manner. It didn't matter whether the words were true or false, as long as the address was correct, he would say anything.

Interestingly, the seriousness of the matter was also completely raised by Youge's spoof words.

Children, the elderly, neighbors, pregnant women, and other names of people who are valued by society were added. The police station operators would take the initiative to talk at the end: "Is it the home of the football players again?"

"Yes!"

"We have sent people to support all the football players' homes."

When everyone was caught, half of the people in the town almost came to watch, and the netizens on the Internet had already exploded.

"What happened, Justin was caught?"

"Justin? Watt was also caught."

"No way, I am here too, are all of them caught?"

Of course, information The truth can't be hidden for long in society. Someone with guts took some photos.

"I heard it was a cult. These football players have joined the cult. They are doing some kind of sacrifice at home. Look at the photos!"

Then there was a close-up photo taken from the air. A football player who had just been caught outside the door had a palm-like bulge on his cheek.

"Cult!"

"Devil!"

"They should be burned to death!"

The weird photos instantly triggered the emotions of the online crowd, especially the following few pictures were clips of individual football players sacrificing with their relatives at home with their hands cut off.

Leaving everyone without any room to endure such cruel means.

Just when everyone was angry about this "cult" incident, in a dark corner.

"Hall, what a talent, this is much more interesting than the Slanders. Hahahaha!", Thatcher, the real cultist, looked at the good situation on the Internet at this time, which made her heart surge.

It would be good if this typical antisocial personality did not actively add fuel to the flames when encountering such a thing. Unfortunately, for Thatcher, this thing was not done by her own hands. The only sense of participation was to provide Youge with a few cameras.

And Thatcher, who was muttering about the Slander people, felt a chill behind her and dared not say anything in an instant. If you look back, you will find a thin shadow behind Thatcher.

"It's coming soon, it's coming soon, this is just a warm-up, and Hall will let the people here know your name soon!"

After feeling the warmth restored behind her, Thatcher was relieved: "Send a message to Hall tomorrow, the warm-up is like this, I wonder what level it will reach next?!"

And the behind-the-scenes promoter of all this, Youge returned to his home after the call. He kept posting a few secretly filmed videos and pictures on the community network with a small account he bought, and silently watched the things unfold.

"It's really interesting. I guess the school will be thoroughly investigated tomorrow." Youge thought of the Auburn principal he had met before. According to his personality, any stain on the school would make him crazy.

Compared to the excitement of the town tonight, Youge became calmer. This matter of life and death did not attract too much attention.

Police Station Prison

All the arrested football players were silent. The same weird eyes made everyone unable to look directly at them.

"Chief! Burn them to death."

"Yes! Chief, look at these weird eyes! Burn the pagans to death!"

The chief, who still had a trace of rationality, looked at the two most active subordinates, the fanatics of Christianity in the bureau. Although it was the first time for him to encounter such a situation, how could he burn them easily.

Now the online comments must have been discovered by those people in the investigation bureau. If he really listened to these idiots, he would just step down tomorrow.

"You go to see the parents of these people. After they wake up and understand the specific situation, make plans."

It's really hard to be the chief. This is his only thought at this time.

"Chief, should we investigate the coaches of these people? It seems that they are well prepared!" The chief looked back and saw that there were still a few key members who could be of great use. Joseph himself promoted them from many police officers. At this time, he could still think of some suspicious people.

"Well, take a few people with you. Be careful not to shoot directly when encountering resistance!"

At this time, the chief could not care about anything. The best way was to control the danger as soon as possible!

The sirens sounded again, and four large police cars drove to where Coach Cooper lived.