Chapter 270 "Spring Legs" And "The Ripper"

"These two perverted killers don't look like humans in appearance or behavior. They shouldn't be demons from the bottomless abyss, right?"

Thomas wiped his cold sweat and muttered to himself.

"'Spring Heeled' Jack and 'Jack the Ripper', these two perverts who love to kill innocent people are indeed demon-like."

"However, according to the information we have collected, the brothers are proficient in using human language to intimidate victims, but when they talk to each other, they always use the 'wood language'."

"Based on common sense, most of the Mu language used in private is the mother tongue of Brother Jack."

"It is conceivable from this that Brother Jack is more likely to be an evil fey creature from the 'Fairy Wilderness'!"

Xiao Miao took a sip of beer to moisten her throat, and then said:

"Most of the goblins have the natural ability to cast spells. Brother Jack often uses magic to get out of trouble when they are rounded up by the police. The police records and eyewitness testimonies have also verified this."

"Unfortunately, so far, we still don't know how strong their spellcasting ability is, and which spells they are good at using."

"Sister Meow, Ah Chi, Teacher Benny, are you planning to take this opportunity to track down Brother Jack when you come to Wild Boar Island this time?" Joan asked.

Xiao Miao nodded, and said in a low voice: "As early as last year's hunting competition, more than one hunting team was attacked in the green area on the map, and even the hunters and hounds were not spared."

"The scene of the murder was extremely bloody. The wounds and missing internal organs on the corpse were in line with Jack Brothers' killing style. Unfortunately, the organizers of the competition did not pay attention at that time. They insisted that the murder was caused by wild boars. The deceased's body was also damaged by wild boars and refused to investigate further. "

"It's not surprising that the organizers of the tournament blamed wild boars on the cause of death."

Ah Zhi sneered.

"All the hunters participating in the competition are mentally prepared for encountering wild boar attacks. Anyone who dies in the mouth of a wild boar can only consider themselves unlucky, and the organizers of the competition do not need to be responsible for this."

"Conversely, if the organizer admits that there are killers more crazily and viciously than wild boars lurking on the island, firstly, they need to take responsibility for it, and secondly, if the news spreads, it will definitely greatly discourage people from coming to the island for vacation and hunting."

"In that case, the tourism companies that provide funding for the hunting contest organizers will also lose a lot of income due to the sharp drop in tourists."

"So, even if we put conclusive evidence in front of those profiteers, they won't admit it."

"Then what are your plans for the future?" Joan looked at Xiao Miao, Ah Zhi and Teacher Benny.

"Regardless of whether the event organizer provides support or not, we must investigate this matter to the end!"

Xiao Miao waved the lobster claws and tapped on the map.

"We came to Wild Boar Island this time under the assignment of Sister Miranda. The nominal mission is to report on the hunting contest. In fact, this is just a cover. The real purpose is to track down Brother Jack and the shepherd!"

"According to reliable information, Brother Jack's lair is likely to be in the green area on the map. For safety reasons, we will try our best to avoid conflicts with each other and focus on secret investigations."

"If we can find concrete evidence during this trip, we will publish it in the newspaper as soon as possible. As for what to do next, hehe..."

Xiao Miao flicked her fluffy tail, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in her smile.

"Our little reporters are limited in their ability to reveal the truth to the public, even if they have fulfilled their duties. As for the aftermath of arresting murderers and cultists, it is better to let the colonial company and the governor's office have money and power. The great people in the world worry about it!"

...

As the night darkened, a bright crescent moon hung in the center of the clear night sky.

On the southern beach of Wild Boar Island, the flames stretched, and countless piles of bonfires illuminated the beach like daylight.

More than 2,000 tourists from Leiden Harbor drank wine, sang and laughed around the bonfire all night.

The noisy waves on the beach even overwhelmed the sound of the tide for a while.

The night wind blows people's laughter to the inland of the island, and the frightened birds fly away from their nests and linger in clusters above the forest tops for a long time, like dark clouds that linger for a long time.

In the north of the island, a wooden house is located deep in the dense forest. The door of the house is closed, but the window facing south is still open, and the pale curtains sway with the wind.

The moonlight shone through the treetops, and the curtains were so thin that they were almost transparent, with densely packed withered blood vessels faintly visible.

This curtain is clearly a piece of human skin that has been carefully peeled off and air-dried!

The night wind lifted the human skin curtain, and the moonlight shone into the wooden house, and the human skulls hanging on the inner wall as decorations glowed with pale phosphorescence.

An aura made up of mold, corpse odor, and blood that has been deposited for many years drifts out through the window. The stench is mixed with fishy sweetness, so strong that it is disgusting.

A deformed hand suddenly protruded from the window, with three claws with sharp serrations and barbs, lifted the human skin curtain, and then poked out a head.

In the dimly lit dense forest, the blurred facial features look quite beautiful at first glance, like an elf living in seclusion in the forest.

However, when the moonlight illuminated his face, the monster showed its terrifying true face: the rough brown-green skin emerged with wooden textures, and the mouth and eyes were like cracks randomly carved by sharp knives on the face.

The monster stared at the southern campfire-filled beach for a long time, with a cold glow in the depths of its dark eye sockets, and whispered curses full of resentment in the wood language.

"It's so noisy!"

"The annoying humans are back!"

There was a thin titter from the roof.

"Brother, this is a good thing!"

A short figure climbed up to the wooden house at some point and sat on the roof with his muscular legs crossed and his back leaning against the chimney.

His dark complexion made him blend into the night, holding a twisted and extremely sharp dagger, and trimming his beard leisurely.

"Those idiots who live in the city on the other side of the strait, come to the island by cruise ship at this time of year, go deep into the jungle to hunt wild boars in groups, and it is said that a hunting competition is held for this purpose? I have to admit that human beings are looking for fun. It’s really imaginative, and it’s worth emulating.”

"Imitate humans? Do you also want to chase wild boars?"

"No, brother, you misunderstood my intention!" The weirdo on the roof shook his head with a smile, and said sharply: "What's the point of killing wild boars? What we really deserve to emulate are the rules of the game like 'hunting competition' .”

"Little guy, I don't understand what you're talking about." Big Jack showed an impatient look on his face.

"It's very simple. Isn't that group of humans competing on the island to see who can kill more wild boars? Let's also have a competition to see who can kill more people. Brother, what do you think of this idea?" Little Jack A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"This sounds very interesting, and I like the idea." Big Jack's voice was low, as if he was talking in his sleep, and the depths of his eye sockets were filled with bloodthirsty light from excitement.