Chapter 27 The ceremony is over!

Ron sensed the energy of the red light, as if he had returned to his strongest time, and his strength seemed to have increased a lot, but he would rather not have these changes, because it was exchanged for the girl's life, and his conscience could not bear it.

"These people should be killed by thousands of knives." He cursed secretly.

At the end of the ceremony, several people in black hurriedly cleaned up the altar and quickly left with the leading host. The crowd talked excitedly for a while, and finally gradually dispersed. Ron resisted his disgust and walked out of the warehouse and headed for the small town.

"Milith, believe me." Ron sat at the house of an agent at the local police station, his good friend Millis, and roared at him.

Miris frowned and said, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that the evidence you said doesn't exist at all. There is only a blank video that can explain anything."

In front of them was a computer. The screen was black, and only a faint strange sound came out. Ron originally wanted Millis to see the image he took, but as soon as he opened it, he found that it was blank, but the paragraph after leaving the warehouse was extremely clear. Obviously, it was not his operation problem.

"Milith, I don't know how to explain it to you, but I did film the whole process there. I believe they must have blocked the camera with some force, but you have been my friend for many years. You should know who I am. If it weren't my own experience, would I dare to talk nonsense? Every time they hold a ceremony, they have to kill one person. Can you tolerate such behavior? These people are crazy. They will continue to work in order to prolong their lives.

"But there has been no missing girl recently, which is obviously inconsistent with what you said." Millis said awkwardly.

"Why are you so rigid? Isn't there anything nearby? They are not ordinary people at all. Maybe they can hide it. Human life is at risk. Can't you be reckless once? Ron pleaded. He saw someone brutally killed in front of him twice in a row. The first time was that he was powerless, and the second time was because of his unprovoked suspicion, which made him unable to bear the harsh rebuke of his conscience.

"But I really can't believe that this kind of thing exists. Why don't I go with you next time? I must see it with my own eyes to believe it." When Millis heard Ron's narration, he didn't believe it, because the facts he told were too outrageous.

"Okay, remember, because of your stubbornness, another innocent girl soon died." Ron mocked and walked out without looking back. He decided to find someone else.

Millis quickly grabbed him and said, "Okay, you take me to the scene to see it once. Now, as long as you find a trace of the ceremony you said, I will believe you."

Ron stopped: "This is the Miris I know. Let's go right away."

The two quietly came to the factory outside the city and opened the door of the warehouse, but they couldn't find the light switch, so they had to search with a flashlight. The two looked for the position of the altar for a long time, but they did not find any traces of blood or temporary platform, and there were no holes in the wall. There was a smile on his face and patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Well, the game should be over. It turns out that either you are dreaming or you want to play tricks on. Me. To be honest, which one is true?

Ron said urgently, "You must believe me. I won't make such a joke with you at all. I believe someone must have cleaned it up. Let's look for it again. I don't believe that the light here is so bad that they can clean up without leaving any trace.

Milith smiled and looked at Ron looking around in the warehouse. He didn't believe him at all. He held a flashlight and shone casually to see what the warehouse was originally used for. Something suddenly stepped on his feet. He lowered his head and lit a flashlight and found that it was a dark object close to a sphere. He bent down to look carefully, touched it carefully, and found that the thing seemed to be fleshy. His eyes slowly changed, because the thing gradually shrank and became smaller and smaller in front of his eyes.

Ron looked for a long time and didn't find anything before he noticed that Millis hadn't spoken for a long time. He looked at Millis, his eyes suddenly contracted, and he quickly walked to him and squatted down.

"What is this?" Millis' face turned pale and he was a little uneasy.

"This is the heart I said." Ron's eyes were sad and his tone was low, as if he had suddenly lost his energy. The heart became more and more shrinking and dry, and finally completely disappeared in front of their eyes. This is obviously the reason why they didn't take it away.

On the way back to the city, the two were silent for a while. Millis said, "Ron, I should trust you."

"No, you don't have to apologize to me. It's natural that you don't believe it without experiencing this kind of thing." Ron said, "We must find a way to stop them. You remit it to the police immediately, and we will arrest them all when the next full moon.

"Ron, I didn't hit you. Do you really think you can deal with them with the ability of our police?" Millis was silent for a moment and said.

Ron was also silent, and he was not without doubt in his heart. He saw a series of strange events with his own eyes, which showed that these people had a mysterious power. Maybe this power could not be dealt with by ordinary people. But what else can he do? He is just an ordinary detective. Even if he is an elite, he can't change the fact that he is an ordinary person.

The two were speechless again. Millis lowered his head and thought about something, and suddenly said to Ron, "Maybe there is someone who can help us."

A month later, on a gloomy night, there was no moon, and the road was dark and hard to see clearly. Although it was possible to drive on the mountain, everyone stopped at a considerable distance from the top of the mountain and walked to the mountain. The road was very quiet and no one spoke. The crowd marched towards their holy mountain like devout pilgrims. Ron and Mice were also among them, but they did not walk in the first place, but separated by a few meters. The crowd walked into the open warehouse door in an orderly manner, and the door creaked and closed behind them. The dim yellow lights lit up, the crowd made a buzzing sound, and the atmosphere in the warehouse was very depressing.

After about 20 minutes, seven or eight people came in from the back door of the warehouse. The middle was the person who presided over the sacrificial ceremony last time. He was still wearing the last suit, with a black robe and a black hood, with empty hands. The back was dressed in black, holding props for the ceremony, and one person was holding a coma. Girl.