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Chapter 661 - Chapter 661 Chapter 490 Shock at the Fishing Harbor_1

Chapter 661: Chapter 490: Shock at the Fishing Harbor_1 Chapter 661: Chapter 490: Shock at the Fishing Harbor_1 “Rumble, rumble, rumble!!!”

With the low rumble of thunder, a downpour began, shrouding the entire Innsmouth in heavy rain. Inside this storm, several figures clad in ragged raincoats and cloaks, carrying torches, long pitchforks, and fishing nets, were slowly walking the streets of Innsmouth.

Through the intermittent flash of lightning and the dim light of their torches, the skin under their cloaks looked extremely slimy. Their necks were grotesquely swollen and what seemed like gills pulsed rhythmically beneath.

These people were the cultists of Innsmouth. Presently, they were lingering on the streets, not for anything else but for hunting – capturing the foolish tourists who dared to be out alone, offering them as sacrifices to Dagon.

However, it seemed unlikely that there would be any catch today.

The leading cultist sighed. It was unlikely for anyone to be foolish enough to venture out on such a night. He was indeed feeling a bit tired.

With this in mind, the cultist turned to look behind him, contemplating whether it was time to call it a day.

However……..

Where were the others?

Seeing the empty street behind him, the cultist was momentarily surprised. He clearly remembered the others being right behind him only a moment ago. Where could they have gone so suddenly?

Did they all find it too hard and had decided to leave, not even bothering to inform him?

“———!!!”

As the cultist stood dumbfounded, suddenly a black shadow, like a venomous snake, shot out from the alley behind him. It wrapped itself around the cultist’s neck before he could react, dragged him into the alley, leaving no trace behind.

The storm continued unabated, and Innsmouth remained as quiet as ever.

Until daybreak.

“What did you say?”

Seated behind his desk, a meticulously dressed middle-aged man frowned heavily, glaring at his underling standing timidly in front of him. As head of the Flint family, he had hoped to start the day in a good mood. However, his mood didn’t last long as the bad news brought by his underling thoroughly ruined it.

According to his underling, numerous bodies of townspeople were found this morning on the streets of Innsmouth. And those deceased were members of the Flint family’s slave-capturing squadron!

“They’re dead? All of them? Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, their bodies were found on the streets this morning…”

“Damn it, what happened?! Immediately suppress this news! I will personally go… Damn it, where are their bodies?”

“They have already been taken to the police station…”

Without waiting for his underling to finish, the head of the Flint family rose angrily and hurriedly walked out of the study, soon ordering to be driven to the police station.

Throughout the journey, the Flints’ head remained deeply troubled. He couldn’t fathom who would do such a thing. His first suspicion fell on the other three families, trying to undermine his sacrifices to Dagon, but it didn’t make sense. There were no significant sacrificial ceremonies taking place recently. But apart from them, who else would do such a thing?

This mystery perplexed the head of the Flint family even as he arrived at the police station, but for now, he placed it at the back of his mind.

Naturally, the police chief knew the head of the Flint family. In fact, everyone up and down the police station was under their control. That was why every time a foreigner disappeared in town, the investigations inevitably ended inconclusively.

The police chief led the head of the Flint family to the morgue and showed him the bodies.

“These were discovered this morning. Old man Pete found them, you know how those men like to head out to sea early. But as soon as he opened his door, he saw these bodies sprawled haphazardly on the street in front of his house. You can’t imagine how loudly that old man can scream, he almost woke up the whole neighborhood.”

While talking, the police chief pulled back the white cloth covering the bodies. Even the head of the Flints shuddered at the sight of the dead.

Beneath the white cloth lay a member of the slave-capturing squadron, his eyes wide and mouth open in a twisted expression of horror resembling the doomed sacrifices in their rituals. A long opening was visible on his neck that made the Flint chief frowned, and looked towards the police chief, hoping for an answer.

“That’s the fatal wound.”

Normally, smoking isn’t allowed in the morgue, but the police chief didn’t care. He lit a cigarette and pointed at the neck of the body.

“As you can see, we suspect that something pierced through his neck, like a hook or something, and then dragged him off like a hanged slab of pork. That’s how he died. Poor guy, we don’t know what he saw before he died. But I think it must have been something beyond his imagination.”

“………………”

The head of the Flints remained silent, listening to the police chief’s explanation without uttering a word. He raised an eyebrow.

“Who else knows about this?”

“Mostly locals, the tourists are more concerned about the beach and the booze. However, I would advise keeping an eye on those so-called backpackers. This place is too open, and they may hide anywhere like rats.”

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