Li is known as the world's art capital by Europe. Its painting art is known together with Vienna. Western painters gather here to absorb and exchange painting techniques from various schools. You can meet down-and-out painters who want to become famous overnight in the streets and alleys of Paris. They hang their paintings by the roadside for people to appreciate and buy, hoping that one day there will be a noble person to appreciate and become one of the famous painters. Treville is one of these down-and-out painters.

Dreville comes from an inconspicuous fishing village town in Mellebay. His painting teacher is a church monk in the town. According to normal circumstances, he might be able to replace his father's position as a small town patrolman when he became an adult, but he was very confident in his painting skills since he was a child and believed that he could also become a world-famous painter. So he did not listen to advice and came to Paris without hesitation to find a chance to become famous. However, reality shattered his confidence. He found that there were thousands of painters not inferior to him here, and he could not stand out from the crowd. In the end, he put down his brush and, under the introduction of his father's friends, became an ordinary patrolman on the streets of Paris. This was quite ironic, as if he thought he had circled around the world, but finally found that he was always standing still.

Being a patrolman in Paris is completely different from being a patrolman in Mellebay. The most direct manifestation is power. In the small town of Mellebay, the patrolman can be said to be highly respected, and his rights are almost the same as those of the town councillors, but in Paris, the patrolman is an errand that is disliked by people and is often discredited. Ordinary night street police officers are even worse. They often meet some thugs who claim to be liberal revolutionaries. Dreville has been attacked seven times in just one year after taking office, and has been in the hospital bed almost half of his time. However, he also thanks the thugs. It is because of the thugs that he has been admitted to the hospital repeatedly that he can get to know the beautiful nurse Emily and experience the taste of love for the first time.

It was Dreville's turn to patrol at night today. He changed into police uniform early, stopped the baton from his waist, and hung the iron whistle on his chest, so he could use it at any time. After tidying up the equipment, he took out an exquisite red box from the table drawer, opened it and looked at the diamond ring inside, and then carefully put it in his pocket, patted it gently, and then walked out of the room with confidence. He had made a decision, and after tonight, he would propose to Emily to avoid any accidents, especially recently he had always seen the German doctor pestering Emily, which was a little bumpy and uneasy.

Although Paris during the day makes people feel colorful, Paris at night is completely different. The dark alleys, dim lights, and pedestrians of unknown origins equate danger with Paris at night. Compared with a year ago, Dreville is much smarter. When he patrols the streets, he will only walk on those lighted avenues. As for those street alleys, he will never approach them unless he has to, especially in this tense day now.

Recently, many strange things happened in Paris. First, some people died of blood sucking dry, and then some people placed more than a dozen magic circles around the city with human blood and some dead bones. In recent days, some people even claimed to see someone flying and fighting in the sky, and some even said they saw ridiculous things like angels and demons. The above have classified these things as political events, believing that some people wanted to subvert the existing French regime and deliberately created terror, which made the people of Paris panic. Due to the pressure from above, the police chief also ordered a thorough investigation of these things and asked all patrolmen to carefully find any suspicious person.

Regarding these strange things, Dreville and other front-line patrolmen have completely different views from those above. They believe that these things must be related to some unknown forces, so they are very careful in doing things and do not take the above order to solve the case seriously.

The area Dreville is going to inspect today is the streets around Bishop Vinsky Square, which is located on the edge of Paris and is a suburban area. Most of the people living are foreigners who come to Paris to make a living, and most of them are artists. He also lived here a few years ago.

There were three policemen who patrolled the street with him today. They agreed in advance to gather in the square and then act together. Although this would take a lot of time and low efficiency, it would be much safer than a person.

Because the square is far away in his residence, Dreville was very fast and finally dared to come to the square at the specified time. However, when he arrived at the square, he found that there was no one in the square. His colleagues seemed to have not arrived yet. However, as far as he knew, two of his colleagues lived nearby, so they would never be late. This strange situation made him feel confused and frowned. At the same time, his alertness, influenced by his father since childhood, also stirred up his body to make anti-counterfeiting actions, pulled out the baton, put the whistle in his mouth, and looked around with vigilance.

At this time, a sound suddenly came from behind a pile of messy wooden boxes on the edge of the square, as if some wild beast was chewing food, and it sounded particularly vulnerable on a quiet night.

"Who is behind? Come out immediately!" Dreville held the baton in his hand tightly, raising his courage and shouted loudly in the direction of the wooden box. At the same time, he also blew a police whistle and wanted to call on colleagues or citizens nearby.

As Dreville's shouting fell, the strange noise behind the wooden box immediately stopped. Then a huge black shadow rushed out from behind the box, jumping several feet high, and finally landed on the square.

"Ah!" When Dreville saw the huge figure falling in front of him, he immediately screamed in horror. His body became extremely soft and he collapsed on the ground. He was stunned. His mind was blank. He didn't know what to do.

Standing in front of him was a big dog with more than two meters high. The skin muscles of the big dog were cracked like rocks. The dim light of lava was emitted from the cracks. A stream of black mist spit out from the cracks and wrapped around it. In addition, the dog also had three ugly and huge heads, fists as big as bloody eyes. Each head was biting a head in his mouth. These heads belonged to the three colleagues of Dreville. At the same time, the hellhound appeared. Four or five heads had horns on the roof of the square, and a pair of bat wings fell behind it. It seemed as if watching a show that Dreville had completely lost resistance.

At this moment, a demon suddenly said seriously, "Stop playing with Kerrbolos! We still have some serious things to do!"
Chapter completed!