The hanging lamp above his head kept spinning. A man with short black hair and standard black eyes stared dumbly at the lamp. "Hmm? Where am I?" He rubbed his chin and muttered to himself. Looking around, he realized he seemed to be in a small room surrounded by iron railings. This type of room, this type of room is called a cell. "Oh, a cell," he remembered, he was in a cell. But besides this question, he had another serious problem: what was his name? He continued to rub his chin and realized it was a bit prickly. There was a cracked mirror nearby, and in the mirror, he looked scruffy with a lot of stubble, resembling a forty-year-old. The man in the mirror was wearing a light brown overcoat and a white shirt underneath. There was also an exquisite tie. Overall, he looked like a detective, but he was missing a pipe and a deerstalker hat. Right, he remembered his name, he was called Tende, a very powerful detective. As for why he felt he was powerful, he couldn't remember. And he wasn't a forty-year-old uncle. He was only twenty-eight this year, very young. So why was the great detective Tende in this place, and why was it clearly a cell with no one outside? The clever Tende chose to give up thinking and kicked open the door of the cell. The door that he thought couldn't be kicked open was kicked open by Tende in one go, and rusty iron shavings flew everywhere. With a "clang," the door spun in mid-air before landing on the ground. Tende finally withdrew his gaze from the hanging lamp and looked ahead. Despite the presence of light, it still felt gloomy here, probably the middle of the night. How frightening, he wanted to sleep. Just as he had this thought, the wall of the detention center was broken, and a loud noise reverberated. With a "crash," a small piece of debris hit the iron railing in front of Tende, startling him. If he hadn't stood still, he would probably have been hit by the debris. "Ah, my head is buzzing." Tende wore a weary expression as he muttered to himself. Tende's voice sounded phlegmy and hoarse, lacking the vigor that a young person should have. But honestly, does anyone really think twenty-eight is young? Of course, Tende did. "I need someone to explain things to me." What's going on with everything? It's just like being half-asleep but not completely asleep. As he muttered to himself, the lamp in the room suddenly flickered. The already dim lamp, now flickering, gave an even worse feeling. Since the wall was broken, it naturally meant something had crashed into it. Then a "whoosh" broke the silence. With the sudden sound, a powerful arm appeared in Tende's sight, smashing the iron railing and the wall that had confined him. The sound of the metal railing being forcefully torn apart made a metallic, raspy noise. Tende leaned back, dodging the debris and iron chunks. If he didn't dodge in time, these things would have directly hit his face. Being hit in the face was not a simple matter of getting dizzy. Sometimes you need to be absent-minded, sometimes you need to be agile, or otherwise, things will go wrong. Overall, luck is important. When Tende saw the owner of the arm clearly, he squinted his eyes. Despite his empty mind, he was very clear that in his twenty-eight years, he had never seen anything like this before. This feeling was just like not remembering his name and then remembering it again. "Roar!!!" A simple yet wild roar erupted. The monster's head was similar to that of a sheep, but sheep don't have canine teeth, nor can they emit growls like "gurgle gurgle." This guy could only roar indiscriminately. Its head was proportionate to its body, about two to three times the size of a regular person. The arm that swept away the wall was covered in tattered cloth, with five claws and long, slender fingers with distinct joints. Its whole body was draped in the same way as its arm, adorned with torn fabric that fluttered lightly in the wind like clothing.Underneath the torn fabric, there was a long white fleece that dragged on the ground.

Tende could tell that the ripped fabric belonged to some kind of religious attire.

As a great detective, he had to deal with various cases, so he knew a lot of miscellaneous things.

However, it seemed like the monster hadn't noticed Tende and was just unleashing its brute strength in the detention center.

Perhaps the pain from its wounds had caused it to go into a frenzy...

Tende could see that the monster had multiple injuries, and its fur was coated with dried blood.

With all the commotion, someone nearby should have been alerted, and there would probably be someone coming soon, but what should he do before that?

No one could guarantee that the monster wouldn't smash him in the next second.

No, maybe nobody would even come.

While Tende was pondering his next move, a black figure was grabbed by the monster and ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

Tende hadn't seen this person earlier because the monster had blocked his view.

The sudden appearance of this person, dressed in black with his face covered by a hood, seemed suspicious.

At the same time, a suspicious gun fell from this suspicious person.

It was a revolver.

The gun was stained with blood and rust, indicating that it had been used for a long time and not well maintained.

The monster growled at the person it had thrown, took a step forward, and kicked the gun away.

The gun spun on the ground and landed directly in front of Tende.

Tende crouched down in advance and caught the gun.

He finally had a weapon in his hands.

This gun was peculiar, or rather, antique, which was different from what Tende vaguely remembered.

He remembered it being more modern, while this gun looked more like a collectible.

Tende casually checked the gun, but his speed was quite fast, with no hiccups.

Then he discovered that there were only two bullets inside.

He looked at the person who was desperately dodging the monster's attacks, his expression filled with words he wanted to say—

Couldn't you have left a few more bullets?

"Bullets?" Tende said in a hoarse voice, sounding as if he was questioning the other person.

Unfortunately, the person was surprised when he heard Tende's voice.

And because of that moment of surprise, he was lifted up by the monster and thrown a distance away.

Tende gasped, knowing that it must have been painful.

"Two bullets..." the person took a deep breath and said, "Enough to kill it."

Tende was skeptical. "Are you sure?"

No matter how you looked at it, this colossal creature didn't seem like something that could be dealt with using just two bullets.

Two shotgun shells might have done the trick.

"I'm sure."

"I hope you're not lying to me," Tende said.