Chapter 104 Small Town

The man is holding a very good gun, at least as a shotgun, it has powerful firepower and can cause fatal damage to large animals in one blow. It's just that the hands of the man holding the gun are shaking uncontrollably, and the voice of shouting is also shaking.

And unfortunately for him, he pointed the gun at the wrong person.

Without a word, Helena pressed down the barrel of the gun, kicked the opponent's calf with her left foot, and pulled out the gun body when the opponent involuntarily knelt down, turning the muzzle against the man's chin. The man was so frightened that his face turned ashes, he knelt on the ground with his hands raised, and stammered with a tongue that was almost knotted: "Forgive...forgive me..."

Sisko looked sympathetic, shook his head and said, "Why, man? Pointing a shotgun at her might be one of the dumbest things you've ever done in your life."

Helena rolled his eyes at him, then looked up and down the man he restrained. This is a cleanly dressed man, middle-aged, slightly fat, with a dark red bow tie on a white shirt. Helena analyzed a lot of information from him in just two seconds, and quickly extracted the useful parts.

Her face suddenly softened, and she put down the shotgun, turned it over, and returned it to the man. She smiled and said, "Sorry for scaring you. Are you the manager here?"

The man stupidly took the gun and nodded.

"Relax, what I just did was in self-defense, I didn't mean to hurt you, sir," Helena said politely. "We just came to find a friend. We lost contact, but I knew he was staying at the hostel. ."

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The man looked at Helena cautiously and calmed down a little. Just now, he was completely frightened by the girl's icy cold expression and sharp skills. When she smiled, he realized that the girl was quite beautiful, and she revealed some kind of involuntary intimacy.

"If you can, can you help me check if he's here?"

The man nodded: "Okay, let me take a look for you."

He turned to the back of the counter in the lobby, took out the large booklet from below, and asked, "Your friend, what's his name?"

"Ray Isaac," Helena leaned on the counter and poked her head over, "also an American, in his fifties."

"Ray Isaac, let me see... ah, there it is." The manager picked up the large booklet, turned it around, pointed to one of the registration messages and handed it to Helena, "Room 204 , it's on the second floor, you can go up the stairs on your left."

"Okay, thank you." Helena said, paused, and asked again, "Oh, by the way, mind telling us what's going on here? Why isn't there a shadow everywhere? I see every door and window closed. Shut up, is there something coming?"

The manager took a deep breath and turned pale as if thinking of something terrifying. He lowered his voice and whispered: "Since you don't know at all, you may have only arrived on the island today. Cortrun Island is not usually like this."

He walked out of the counter, hunched over with some obscene movements, and came to the door of the hall, carefully closing the door.

"You don't know." He whispered, "This town is haunted by evil spirits."

"I knew it!" Sisko exclaimed, and closed his mouth honestly after attracting Helena's impatient eyes.

Seeing that Helena didn't seem to believe it, the manager said anxiously: "What I said is true! At first, it was just a rumor, saying that after nightfall, there are creatures from hell walking in the woods, they look for all living animals and bite them into pieces. Later, people really began to disappear, and some daring tourists entered the woods over there, and did not come out again for several days. There was even a strange howl like a wolf in the woods in the middle of the night two days ago - and the locals Everyone knows that there are no wolves on this island at all, it may be a pet brought by the devil.

There have been all kinds of ghosts roaming the streets outside late at night these two days. Some people saw some terrible silhouettes through the windows. They all said that they were definitely not human beings. This place has undoubtedly been cursed. People were terrified, everyone wanted to leave the island, but no one dared to go through the jungle. "

"We just came from the woods over there." Helena frowned and said, "There is nothing in there."

The manager's face changed suddenly, he subconsciously took a half step back, and looked at her for a moment with a look between the sympathy and fear of looking at a dying person. He hesitated, then said, "It's best if there's nothing. But you'd better be careful, outlanders. Because you... may have been targeted."

Helena didn't take the manager's words seriously, but Sisko was obviously a little frightened. As the two walked up the stairs, he couldn't help whispering in her ear, "Hey, do you think what he said is true?"

"I think? It should be." Helena replied casually.

Sisko's face turned pale: "Please don't joke, I think my heart can't take it anymore."

"I'm serious." Helena returned to her expressionless expression after leaving the manager outside. "You can also see what's going on outside, and he said that someone was missing, so this shouldn't be fake." After a while, she said again: "But about the part about gods, demons, and monsters, you know I never believed."

"So you mean that someone is making trouble behind?" Sisko felt a little relieved.

"I didn't say 'people'." Helena's words made him face ashes again, "Although I don't believe in ghosts and ghosts, I have seen a lot of superhuman, alien and even related magic incidents. Not sure which part of it will be involved."

While talking, the two had stepped on the simple floor and walked into the corridor on the second floor, and the soft carpet creaked with their footsteps. The two came to the door of No. 204, Helena reached out and knocked on the door, but no one responded for a long time.

"Maybe he went out." Sisko said.

"Maybe."

Helena took out a simple lock-picking device from her belt and opened the door. The door was pushed open, and a scent of air freshener rushed out from the dark room. The curtains in the room were only half closed, and the bright moonlight shone on the white bed and the dark red carpet from the half of the window. .

A standard single suite with only basic appliances such as TV, armchair and single bed. The room looked spotless, with not a single fold on the white sheets, as if no one had slept in at all.

"Maybe the information is wrong, and Dr. Isaac didn't come here at all?" Sisko said, with a bitter face, "We don't have to go to the woods on the other side to find him, right? Seriously, we have to Can't we enter that forest?"

"Be quiet."

As Helena spoke, she had roughly surveyed the entire room, and when she opened the desk drawer, she found an ultra-thin notebook. She laid the computer flat on the desk, lifted the screen and pressed the start button.

"That's Dr.'s computer?" Sisko asked, looking at the screen with her.

"should be."

The startup interface appears on the screen, and after a few seconds, a dialog box for entering the user password pops up. Helena frowned, and pulled out a data cable from her waist to connect the computer to the mobile terminal on her wrist.

She used five fingers to operate on the floating screen of the wrist computer, and data and codes scrolled across her interface like a swipe. The input frequency of her five fingers is getting faster and faster, and the massive data scrolls through the screen, but her expression becomes more and more solemn.

"I can try." Sisko reminded, "I should be able to help with hacking."

Helena shook her head and unplugged the data cable: "The risk is too great. The hard drive of this computer is like a fortress with a loaded gun, and any hard cracking attempt may lead to its direct destruction. If I can contact the headquarters, Borrowing the support of the technical department should be able to do it relatively safely... But now no signal can fly to this damn island, we can only rely on ourselves."

She frowned, staring at the white dialog box on the computer screen and lost in thought: "There must be some other way..."

"Uh... huntress?"

"Wait, be quiet first."

"No, this . . . maybe you should take a look."

Sisko's voice was trembling and almost deformed, and it sounded like he had seen a ghost. Helena turned her head back to the sound, and her breathing almost stopped for a moment.

It was hard to tell what was standing in the doorway—it had a dark shell, dark red eyes, and looked like a standing quadruped. It was hunched over, and some unknown liquid dripped from its mouth, dripping all the way to the carpet in the room. Its body blocked most of the door, and the light in the corridor penetrated through the gap, and through the only light, one could vaguely see the red blood on its sharp claws.

Sisko swallowed: "...Do you still think there is no demon?"