In other words, Thompson was indeed not Shirley's true killer, just as Claire had instinctively felt, but he was not as innocent as he had claimed.
After another second of stunned silence, Martin and the others finally reacted.
They all swung their guns around and aimed them at the Shapeshifter.
The Shapeshifter shot Geralt a venomous look, then charged into the crowd.
The police feared accidentally injuring innocent civilians and did not dare open fire.
The scene descended into utter chaos, and the Shapeshifter took the opportunity to flee, quickly disappearing into the woods.
"What the hell happened?"
Martin turned toward Geralt, only to find that the spot where Geralt had been standing was empty.
"As you can see, that's what happened."
Nancy answered Martin. "The monster turned into one of your subordinates, so naturally it could turn into Thompson as well. Though Thompson being the monster's accomplice was unexpected."
"Who are you?" Martin asked.
"An amateur detective driven by interest," Nancy said. "I suggest leaving the monster hunt to professionals."
"Thompson!" Martin suddenly remembered.
But Thompson was gone too.
Thompson had chased after the Shapeshifter into the forest, but his stamina was poor. Before long, he had to brace himself against a tree, gasping for breath.
"Claire?"
Thompson saw someone standing ahead of him, staring at him with icy eyes.
"Why? Why did you treat Shirley like this?" Claire was furious and heartbroken. "She was so young, so adorable..."
"I didn't want to either, but she was chosen by God..."
"God?!" Claire snapped. "You mean that shit-colored lizard monster?!"
"You don't understand. She is God's incarnation, which is why she can transform into anyone. Isn't that what mythology says? That God can be anyone?"
"God descends upon the world, bringing light and holiness to a filthy, dark world. I'm