The Modern Age of the Mysterious

After the sudden intrusion of the black deer and the warning from the raven, the workers in the brewery have basically disappeared.

He was a little duller, his eyes widened as he saw a group of explorers striding into the winery, so he quickly accelerated his escape.

Behind him, the siren of the officer's vehicle rang out, and the officers, who were wearing double-breasted black uniforms and almost had a uniform belly, were pretentious and roaring at the people who were evacuating and fleeing.

They saw some of the inquirers who entered the winery glance back from a distance, so they stopped half a step into the winery and raised a cordon outside the gate - this is the rule after a mysterious out-of-control incident, and it is up to the inquirers to start Solve it, and the duty of the Jiaojiaohua officer is to maintain the order on the scene...

The undead agent walking in the middle of the team turned around and moved on. There is a mysterious incident in the brewery, which has already attracted attention, but the rescuer belonging to Tarot has not yet arrived.

At the moment, the Donald Brewery is like a small uninhabited city, with tall workshops connected to each other, the chimneys standing abruptly, and the smoke is still emitting. There was a faint sour odor throughout the winery.

As the top three beer and beverage companies in New Zealand, Donald Distillery is quite large, and it is rumored that Donald, the owner of the distillery, has certain contacts with the officials of the Holy Court. Taro set up the sanctuary here, naturally she has her own considerations.

The explorers quickly passed through the outermost office building, followed the trail of the raven, and entered the huge brewing workshop. The huge metal cans blocked the sunlight, making the workshop appear dark and oppressive, and the air fumigated with an intoxicating aroma of malt...

The brewery became quiet, like a river where the tide has passed. At this moment, only the monotonous ding ding ding sound can be heard in the distance. It's reminiscent of a familiar afternoon in the lower city, where the smell of melted tar mixed with the odor of stagnant water in the streets. But the explorers knew in their hearts that this place was not a street in Xiacheng. This place was extremely dangerous, hiding a wandering **** who was in desperate need of recovery and was going to fight to the death.

The agent of the undead suddenly frowned: "The owner of the winery is still here."

The owner of the winery? Smiley and Bill both turned their heads.

The owner of the winery, Mr. Donald? The man who took good care of his friend's widow after Mr. Tarot's death?

"Should have escaped the reception and went straight back to the winery..." Bill murmured, turning his head suddenly, "Let's stop him! Maybe he knows where Taro is hiding!"

The undead agent nodded: "I have blocked him."

The team quickly picked up pace following the agent. They walked through the entire brewery, and at the end they walked up an iron staircase and entered an office built inside the brewery.

Pushing the door open, you can see the huge raven spreading its wings like a courting bird, and the strange rune belonging to Helota faintly appears in the air above its head...

Donald seemed to want to run away before, but the raven stunned him with the power of a ghost.

The man who didn't know anything about the mystery was obviously frightened by the wickedness displayed by the raven. He held his head and shivered in the corner.

Donald felt a group of people coming in and raised his pale face. At this moment, his face was covered in sweat, the oil head that had been finely divided was completely messy, and the monocle swayed randomly in front of his chest, as if to coincide with his turbulent heartbeat. He seemed to be melting, the sweat on his face a little too much.

His eyes widened, obviously, everything in front of him completely broke him.

"Finally...Finally! It's time for reckoning?!" Donald seemed to have fallen into some kind of nightmare. He saw the crow turned into an inexplicable totem, saw many masks revolving around him, and saw that his body seemed to be affected by some kind of The alienated master of Long Island...

"Everything that happened here... has nothing to do with me!" Donald waved his hand suddenly, sweat dripping from his hair, completely different from the calm and refined gentleman before, "It's all done by that woman, it has nothing to do with me! That woman ...she's not human at all!"

"Calm down, Donald." Bill mixed his breathing, his breath was like some kind of weird duet, "You are also the one who was persecuted by her, and we are here to help you."

Donald stared at Bill's face with a puzzled look, as if he didn't understand Bill's meaning, and as if he was trying to identify who was in front of him.

After a long while, the winery owner suddenly laughed nervously. His laughter was hoarse and entertaining at first, then became more and more high-pitched and weird, gradually evolving into a string of old voices, fingers curled up like dry bird claws, "Quack...quack...quack... …”

Not like human laughter.

"Help me?!" Donald's eyes were full of madness, "Gentlemen, they're all here—you can do it, help yourself!"

He lowered his voice and said with a gloomy smile, "You don't even know what she did..."

The winery owner's movements stopped abruptly, as if he was afraid that something would find him, and suddenly he remained motionless, staring out the window with a pair of eyes that could only belong to a madman.

After confirming that there was no sound, he continued: "My friend, Mr. Tarot, didn't die of illness at all...

Donald's voice was very soft and low, but everyone present could hear: "She killed it, she killed it."

"I dare not say...

"I dare not! If I say it out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will die too! I can only follow her request and surround her like a dog to please her...

"She is like a good person in front of others - only I know what she is and what she is! ..."

"Enough." The smiling man's voice sounded. Sean didn't think there was time now to continue listening to Donald's overly broken expressions.

"Where is she? What secrets are there in this winery?"

As if to mention what frightened him the most, the man sitting on the ground shrank into a ball: "She...she raised something in my winery...

"She raised something! In her little world! No one can pass, and no one is allowed to pass!

Donald raised his eyes and roared, as if he was yelling at his workers: "No one is allowed to enter the third brewery, no one is allowed to enter!"

"What? What did she keep there?" Because of the soul connection, Sean felt a series of speculations from Evan Burns. It may be some kind of fierce vengeful spirit, or it may be a legendary monster that has long since disappeared... It uses the entire factory as its lair—that is the watchdog of her shelter...

Donald raised his head, like a sleepwalker, with a blank expression on his face.

Then a pair of eyes searched for the faint light, as if he had experienced something that could not be digested by reason, and he was praying with his eyes that the peculiar people present could give him some reason. He licked his dry lips, and instead of speaking, it was more like a sigh: "God.

"She raised a **** in the winery."

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