Chapter 282: Bloody Road (3)

　　 "Bounty increased?"
　　 A man with a black hat leaned over, his face blurred by the dim light, but John Reed still recognized him.
　　 Razor Joe, a gunman who is well-known in Essex.
　　Originally like this dangerous person, John Reed did not want to appear in the town under his jurisdiction, but recently the situation is not the same, people began to become nervous.
"Well."
　　 put down the cup in his hand, John nodded.
　　 "It is now 10 pounds of gold."
　　After John Reid finished, he took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and threw it into the sky. At the same time, he quickly grabbed the dagger on the table and threw it at the paper.
　　 Dong!
　　The dagger glanced over the screaming head and nailed the paper to the most prominent board in the tavern.
　　 "10 pounds of gold!"
A startling cry first detonated the atmosphere in the tavern. Everyone gathered like a piece of iron attracted by a magnet to the wooden board. There was a bounty order with no image, only a few lines of simple text description, but this It’s not the key, the key is the figure in the last line
　　 "It's that killer again!"
　　 "Buzz Butcher? What the hell's name?"
　　 "I heard that two foreign gangs came here a few days ago for its sake, and there is no news till now."
　　 "Dude! Let's get a vote together!"
　　 The boiling crowd did not affect John Reid. He was still taking a sip of the cup, and the interest of Jos on the side seemed to be greater than the reward.
　　 "Sheriff, why don't you go after it? That monster."
　　 "I'm busy. I have to turn into a garbage dump when this place is gone."
　　 "Really? Isn't it because of fear?"
　　John Reed stopped the glass, took off his hat, put it on the table, and had his own pistol and badge.
　　He was not prepared to refute the other party's words, but his thoughts were pulled back into the terrible memory again.
　　 It was a week ago.
The first to be found was the farmer Duncan’s family. The hunters found the burned-out house with some residues from human incineration. It is possible to piece together two large, two small and four corpses. John Reed rushed to this distance first. On the farm twenty miles away from the town, and inspected the remains of the corpse, he found that the traces left on the burnt black skeleton appeared to be left by a saw or chain saw.
　　Originally, this was identified as another cult attack, but John Reid did not find any mark of the Wendigo church here, and this mode of action is not like them.
The second victim was the lumberjack Idira and the Fascists. The logging yard they guarded was still burned, but their bodies were not caught in the fire this time, but their heads were shown in a more horrible form. , Limbs and heart were removed, these injuries are terrible.
　　 Then came the teacher Edison's farm, he and his wife were killed together, the body was hung on a dead tree.
In the most recent period, it was an unnamed tramp. No one knew his name. His body was found by the creek, and the bones of his body were shattered. It seemed that he was repeatedly crushed by something huge. People used a shovel. His body was disposed of.
　　 This series of cases was identified as the same killer, and such vicious cases have not been seen for some time.
　　 There is a lot of discussion. Most of the spearheads are directed at the Church of Wendigo. After all, such crazy and irrational behavior, no one can do it except those cultists.
　　 But John Reed didn’t agree with him. He hadn’t dealt with those cultists for a day or two. Maybe they were very evil, but the purpose of doing things was very strong, and these crimes seemed a bit casual.
He has carefully studied the identities of these victims, and has not found any common points or doubts at all. There is no connection between the places where the case occurred, and there is nothing special. The only thing worth noting is that the place of occurrence is getting more and more away from the town. Nearly, the creek where the tramp died was only five miles away.
　　 There are some scattered farms near the place where the tramp died. According to the farmers, the buzzing sound similar to flies could be heard from a distance that day, and the name of the buzzing butcher came to this.
After the second case occurred, the State Security Agency issued a reward, but the amount was not high at the time, and did not attract people's attention. Until the third case, Edison was the nephew of a state legislator. The death made things worse, and the amount of rewards was constantly stacked, and finally reached the horrible figure of 10 pounds.
　　To know that a very fierce death row prisoner, the reward usually does not exceed 5 pounds.
　　The bounty hunters are moving, but no one has found the killer so far. Maybe someone has found it, but John Reed believes that they should have shut their mouths forever.
　　 This uncompromising monster, John Reid also had the urge to go out and chase him, just like when he was young, he had been sleepless three days in a row, just to hunt down a serious offender.
　　 But he was worried that once he left, the killer would come to town.
　　 "Afraid you are brave to say so?"
　　John Reid laughed and asked the boss to refill himself with wine glasses.
　　 "I came here from a few hundred kilometers, just for it. I have lost interest in bank robbers. This is a good prey."
　　Qiao Si also buckled his pistol on the table. John Reed glanced at it. This is a hand-made silver pistol. The workmanship is quite good. The maintenance is also very good. There is also a holy emblem of Kaimon on the handle.
A motivated young man, John Reid saw that he couldn’t help but think of his young past, but he never left any religious sign on the gun, because it’s impossible for people like them to get any blessing, only those who can bless themselves Bullets in the barrel.
　　 "I hope you are with me~EbookFREE.me~ I am not familiar with this, and we will split the rewards by half."
　　Qiao Si's words made John Reid almost laugh out loud. He was already the fifth bounty hunter who invited him to join.
　　 "You are so sure that I can find him?"
"I’ve heard that you once caught a mad cow alone, and a hundred hunters chased him for half a year without catching up. You spent a month catching him. I think your tracking technique is better than your marksmanship. Worth relying on."
　　John Reid shook his head.
　　 "That was a long time ago, I was old."
"you are lying."
　　 "Say that, lad."
　　 took the wine bottle from the boss and filled the other party’s glass, John Reed whispered:
　　 "Do you know what to face?"
"tell me the story."
　　 "A monster."
　　 "Farmers' rumors."
　　 "Not gossip, I have seen it with my own eyes."
　　 "Have you seen him?"
　　 "No, what I have seen"
　　 Boom! ! !
　　 Suddenly, a weird roar came from a distance, and gradually became a metallic buzz in the process of spreading.
　　John Reed's face changed, immediately grabbed the belt and hat on the table and ran out of the door.
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