Hearing that person call his na, a trace of surprise flashed in Vincent's eyes.
But imdiately after was ecstasy!
He saw the other party in a black robe.
This outfit was exactly what Vincent had been thinking about—a priest!
Greed appeared in his eyes.
He didn't expect the prey to co to the door by itself!
At first, he thought it was so outsider who strayed into the town trying to seek help.
This happened often.
Of course, the final result was without exception—their arrival replenished Vincent's "material library."
Just as Vincent was planning a hunting operation, he suddenly glimpsed a figure at the other party's feet.
"Lester?"
Vincent frowned.
"Hands bound, bloodstains on his body..."
He muttered to himself and quickly deduced a possibility—his brother was discovered while luring people outside.
This also led to another possibility: is the other party very strong?
Thinking of this, Vincent looked at the priest carefully.
When obtaining sacrifice intelligence earlier, he had researched the Church.
He learned that clerics of so large cathedrals would wear unique tokens.
Such as copper crucifixes, bishop's amulets...
But Vincent didn't see any signs on that priest.
At the sa ti, Lester also appeared in the town.
Vincent knew this was his brother asking for help.
Before starting this business, the three brothers had agreed on rules in advance.
If Lester was discovered by soone and his actions were restricted.
Then he could give false information first to lure the other party into the town.
Vincent would then appear as a "victim" and find a chance to commit murder.
If only outsiders entered the town without Lester.
This ant the latter's deception was successful.
Vincent could gain their trust as a "helper."
This process was flexible and changeable, and had never failed over the years.
Now the other party left Lester alive and was so flamboyant...
Vincent was thoughtful.
Combined with previous signs, he guessed that this priest might be a reckless novice.
Even if he had so status in the Church, he must be one of those "guys born with a silver spoon in their mouths."
To guard against the possibility that the priest inherited so powerful holy artifact, Vincent didn't plan to confront him head-on.
"But why did Lester tell him my real na?" Vincent narrowed his eyes.
In this way, he could only borrow his brother "Bo's" na first.
Fortunately, Lester didn't have photos of the three brothers.
Vincent could still act according to the first situation.
As long as he could get close to the "prey," he was confident he could subdue him instantly.
William shouted for a long ti but got no response.
"Did they go on a long trip?"
But he imdiately denied this guess.
Vincent might leave the town, but the other one, Bo, wouldn't.
The latter was disfigured and lived in the basent of the wax museum all year round.
Just as William planned to shout a few more tis, a figure suddenly appeared on the street.
"Sir! Help !"
Vincent's clothes were ssy, running on the street.
While running, he looked back in horror, as if sothing was chasing him.
Smack.
Vincent "tripped" and his whole face hit the ground.
When he got up, blood flowed from his nose.
Anyone seeing this scene would think this man was in danger.
"Sir! Were you also tricked into coming here? This town is not right; the people here..."
Vincent's voice stopped abruptly; he looked at William's feet "in shock."
At this ti, Lester was lying on his side on the ground.
Besides being bound hand and foot, his mouth was stuffed, and even his eyes were covered with a black cloth.
Terror appeared in Vincent's eyes.
His feet retreated backward "unconsciously," seeming to just "realize" that he had asked the wrong person for help.
Seeing this, the corner of William's mouth twitched.
"That guy Seymour learned from you too, right?" He complained inwardly.
At this ti, not far from the gas station.
Three figures were crouching behind cover.
Sadie, Carly, and Wade had been waiting here for a while.
Seeing Vincent's miserable state, Carly turned to look at Sadie.
"Ms. Cooper, maybe that gentleman knows sothing; let's go ask him!"
Wade also echoed from the side: "Maybe there are others in danger in the town."
Sadie shook her head upon hearing this: "No rush."
If it were before, she might have had the sa thought.
But after staying with William for a long ti, she beca more and more vigilant about things happening around her.
Carly had to look at the gas station again upon hearing this.
On the other side, William was also facing a choice.
Vincent hadn't fully entered his trap yet.
If William directly exposed the other party's identity at this ti, it would likely arouse the latter's vigilance.
This would create other variables instead.
Moreover, Vincent seed to have concerns too.
William looked at Lester beside him; the latter was present when the holy artifacts were arranged just now.
So he gagged Lester with a cloth to prevent him from spilling the beans.
Therefore, after seeing Vincent's performance, William made a choice imdiately.
He also showed so "doubt," looked Vincent up and down, and said:
"Who are you!"
"You... you are also with them!"
Vincent didn't answer but pointed at William's feet emotionally instead.
"Good guy, quite an actor..." William thought to himself.
But he was not a newcor and knew Vincent's intentions well.
William also showed an "anxious" look, waved his hand hurriedly to explain:
"You misunderstood; this person suddenly attacked in the dense forest just now..."
William spoke very fast, telling a story of an "innocent missionary suddenly attacked in a car."
His eyes were sincere, looking like "wishing to dig out his heart to prove his innocence."
Aside, Lester listened to their conversation and shook his body desperately.
He knew his brother ca to save him and was certainly moved... but this priest is lying to you!!!
Lester whimpered in his mouth, trying his best to convey the ssage.
This exasperated look, combined with William's story, gave people a feeling of "trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice" (failed attempt causing loss).
Instead, it made the forr's credibility higher.
And from Vincent's perspective.
His brother's actions invisibly gave him an out, allowing Vincent to take the opportunity to "let down his guard."
So William and Vincent both praised in their hearts—good cooperation!
"So... so that's it."
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.
"Do you have a way to contact the outside world? We must call the police."
As he spoke, he moved slowly toward the priest, seemingly about to enter the trap set by William.
At this ti, Lester's movents beca bigger and bigger.
William narrowed his eyes and shouted suddenly:
"Wait! Do you have any weapons on you?"
Vincent might not have noticed it just now because of the distance.
But as the distance between the two shortened, Lester's behavior might arouse Vincent's suspicion.
Therefore, William chose to retreat in order to advance.
Hearing the priest's questioning, Vincent also paused slightly.
At this ti, there was still so distance between him and the other party. After thinking about it, Vincent decided to be more patient.
"Yes... a knife; I just picked it up for self-defense."
When actually fighting later, Vincent wouldn't need any weapons at all, so he didn't hide it.
"Slowly take out the knife and throw it on the ground."
William's tone allowed no doubt.
"This is also just in case."
Vincent nodded after listening: "Okay..."
"This guy is really cautious, but that's all," he thought to himself.
Clang.
A small knife was thrown on the ground.
Then Vincent kicked it aside.
"Is it... okay now?"
He looked helpless, probing the priest opposite with his eyes.
"Co here."
Only then did William's brows relax, and the expression on his face relaxed a lot.
Seeing his brother about to fall into the devil's claws, Lester's voice already carried so crying tone.
He didn't expect his usually cold and alert brother to jump into the trap so eagerly at this ti.
"My poor brother, endure a little longer and you will be free."
Seeing his brother like this, Vincent couldn't imagine what torture the forr had suffered.
He lowered his head, pretending not to dare look directly at the priest.
But actually, it was to hide the killing intent in his eyes.
He could no longer suppress his desire for blood.
And at this distance, that priest was already a dead man in Vincent's heart.
At the sa ti, William also narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Finally took the bait."
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