Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 180 - Identity

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Identity

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Identity

Roger looked up, and the speaker was none other than Carl.

“We have learned about the place you mentioned from Wolff,”

“Beech and I specially went there to check, and there are four drainage pipes inside the factory, but these pipes can only be opened one way.”

“In fact, after the second incident, Wolff had people close all four drainage pipes.”

“The energy fluctuations around the pipes are within the normal range, which means no spiritual bodies have gone through there, and this aligns with our initial inference.”

“These aren’t the doings of specters, and with the drainage pipes also sealed, even if there truly is a monster, it couldn’t possibly enter the factory through these closed channels.”

“There won’t be a third incident either.”

Carl clearly did not agree with Roger’s conjecture.

Roger frowned.

This clashed with his deduction. Through Hunter Vision, he had indeed found traces around two of the pipes.

These traces couldn’t be faked and absolutely couldn’t have been left by humans. Then, he proceeded to tell the others about his findings near the pipes.

At first, Carl was skeptical. After all, both he and Beech had investigated the area, but then Roger led everyone to the vicinity of the pipes.

Some subtle traces were pointed out one by one.

“According to my guess, this creature probably doesn’t walk on all fours on the ground.”

Roger pointed to some faint marks at the top of the drainage pipe.

“And here and here.”

With every additional trace discovered, the expressions on everyone’s faces changed a bit. The reasons given by Carl and his companion were very convincing, but the traces Roger mentioned couldn’t be faked either.

“Could it be that this creature doesn’t have a normal form and can enter here through the gaps in the drainage pipes?”

Tangde posited a hypothesis.

“That’s hard to say. After all, there are just too many types of monsters in this world. Every day new ones appear and then get killed.”

Someone answered.

Just as the investigation was at a standstill, Roger keenly caught a faint noise coming from inside the drainage pipe.

The sound was light, yet it seemed like something was hitting the pipes.

“Listen!”

Everyone ceased their discussions and slowly approached the drainage pipe.

“Bang!”

This time the sound suddenly grew louder.

“What is that?!”

Carl, who was closest, was startled. Tangde gave a look, “Everyone be careful, prepare your weapons, and then open it!”

Lawrence and Michelle drew their guns, and the Demon Hunter named Beech also took out his weapon, two gleaming hand axes.

Tangde’s expression turned serious, holding something in his hand as if ready to attack at any moment.

Seeing everyone ready, Carl opened the drainage pipe.

A pungent smell emanated from the pipe, and the churning liquid inside obscured the view.

Thump! Thump!

Thump!

Having opened the channel, the noise that came through became clearer. It was drawing closer from afar, becoming more and more urgent, as if something was striking the inner walls and speeding toward them.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the exit.

Bang!

A loud crash echoed, water splashed, but then the swirling waters gradually calmed down, and all fell silent.

“What the…”

Before Carl could finish, a surge of water suddenly sprang from the mouth of the pipe, and a green figure leaped out from it.

Tangde’s pupils contracted, he had a clear view of the figure emerging from the water and his face changed slightly, he called out in a cold voice, “Attack!”

The crackling sound of gunfire resounded through the space.

No sooner had the figure leaped from the water than it was interrupted by the barrage of bullets, its body flying sideways, but before it hit the ground, Beech’s sturdy form had already charged forward.

The hand axes in his hands swung through the air.

Roger also got a clear view of that figure at this time.

Gray-green skin, the surface of the skin wrinkled and covered with short hairs due to prolonged soaking in water, the figure was not particularly tall, only about 1.7 meters.

There were no human features discernible on the face; what stood out were its protruding sharp teeth.

This creature seemed somewhat similar to the Water Ghost Roger had once killed, but even more ferocious, its body reeking of a foul stench mixed with chemicals.

The creature, wounded by bullets, fell to the ground, and as it tried to rise, Beech’s axes whistled through the air, chopping down.

Beech did not choose the creature’s vital parts to strike, instead he targeted its lower limbs; they had the numerical advantage and there was no need for a head-on clash.

Crack!

The weapon in his hand struck the creature’s lower limbs, and after a successful strike, Beech did not try to push his advantage, rolling nimbly on the ground to evade the creature’s attack range.

Bang bang bang!

The gunshots rang out one after another.

Forehead, eyes, heart.

Blood blossomed from the body in bursts as the creature swayed and fell.

Roger, standing to the side, didn’t even get the chance to act, the whole process lasting only a few seconds before Tangde and the others ended the fight.

That was the importance of teamwork.

When Roger was on missions with Henrik alone, the significance was less apparent, but this time, with Tangde’s squad of five, once they established a suppressing fire, most creatures stood little chance of escape.

“Stay alert!”

Tangde shouted loudly.

Lawrence’s gun was aimed at the outlet of the drainage channel, while Michelle targeted the creature lying on the ground.

Beech, weapon in hand, slowly approached, and even Carl, who was standing at a distance, seemed to be sensing something.

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The whole team coordinated smoothly, maintaining their alertness even after the fight was over.

“This one’s dead.”

Beech kicked the corpse lying on the ground.

“Don’t let your guard down, watch out for a second one.”

Tangde said, walking over.

The body, after death, deflated like a punctured ball, oozing a thick gray-green fluid from the wounds.

The fluid emitted a pungent stench.

“Could this guy be the monster that has been roaming the factory?”

Carl shook his head.

“It doesn’t make sense, the channels are sealed; it couldn’t possibly get in!”

The decay of the corpse was severe, further exacerbated by prolonged soaking, the body lying on the ground like a melted scoop of ice cream.

“Eh?”

“What’s this?”

Beech, who was nearest, noticed something.

He reached over with his hand ax and pulled a tangled pendant from around the neck of the corpse.

Part of the pendant had cut into the skin, mixing with the rotting flesh; if not for the angle, it would have been difficult to find.

The pendant looked cheap, and after shaking off the filth, Beech opened it up.

In the photo, two young smiling faces appeared before the group.

Lawrence’s expression shifted, and while the pendant’s seal was good, some distortion was still apparent due to long-term exposure to water.

“Gale?!”

Recognizing the face, Lawrence said, “Michelle, take a look, is this not the first witness who spotted the creature?”

Michelle glanced at the photo inside the pendant and nodded without hesitation.

“Yes, that’s him!”

Everyone felt puzzled; the man had been missing for a long time now, could he really have been killed by Wolff?

Before they could recover from their confusion, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from outside the factory!