A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village
Ch. 132

Isolde managed to evade Warewolf's first attack. Running and dodging, Isolde had absolutely no thoughts of resisting, she was still weak to resist the Warwolf herd.

"Huf ... Huf ... Huft ...."

Compared to hearing, the sense of oddity and freshness brought about by the smell was actually much stronger.

There were many flavors, which he smelled for the first time.

It's 11:47 at night.

At this time, some of the city streets were still very crowded, and Isolde ran deeper into the forest just to make sure some of the forest edge roads were barely visible.

"This smell of blood, what do I really think?"

[This kid has a sense of justice.]

"Isn't it more unique, than man is full of bad ideas."

Akbar suddenly stopped, and stopped to look at the corner of the forest to the east. He saw Isolde originally intended to go there. The quieter and darker the place, the more sensitive the senses will be.

True smell of human blood ....

Akbar and Isolde seemed to have the same thought, but they hesitated, because he smelled a scent - it was blood, and it was most likely human blood.

"Please or not, oh, I'm not a holy-hearted saint. I'm just a human being, ah, no longer a human being but a cold-hearted being"

Akbar held back a laugh.

Isolde also thought like this, she walked two steps in the opposite direction but after two seconds, she sighed and rushed towards the suspected blood.

He knew that with his personality, if he did not go there to check it out today, what was happening there, this mystery would always be entangled in his mind, she said, and it may not be possible to get rid of them for months or years.

The place where the smell of blood was expelled was less than 30 meters away from the two of them.

Akbar was still on guard and Isolde picked up the phone about to call number 110, while paying attention to the situation around him, he slowly approached the man who had fallen on the ground.

After making that call, he just left.

There was still a residual smell on the scene, but he was unable to distinguish from the various scents, or there were too many options, there was no way to be sure. After the police arrived, there were more people on the scene, which naturally made it difficult to trace.

Roaarr!!

The spiritual voice echoed again, it was the Warewolf chasing after Isolde. He is also not discouraged, however, he does not consider capturing the offender as his own duty or responsibility, he is simply trying to practice olfactory tracking abilities.

Just helping while running away of course.

Every time Isolde reached the intersection, she almost unconsciously chose to move.

Several times dodging the attacks with great difficulty, Isolde almost gave up tracking down, suddenly a very light aroma, "familiar" mixed with various thick and mixed smells.

He did not take two steps, but suddenly he smelled a rather familiar smell from the many complex scents of—Warewolf.

"Gggrrrrr—" A faint Warewolf voice sounded.

During this period of time, although he focused on training his sense of smell and hearing, his vision did not let go, especially as he always walked at night, thus his ability to see things at night has also greatly improved, coupled with targeted training, his dynamic vision has also been improved to some extent.