In the small room of the tavern, except for the sound of flesh and blood falling, there was deathly silence. The severed head of the corpse was open and hollow, and its throat was squirming. It was lying quietly at the corner of the table, next to its dissected body.
Intestines and organs were piled in mounds beneath the foul-smelling garbage tunnel.
Next to him, Yager looked at the parchment taken out from the corpse with an expressionless face, his brain running rapidly.
In just two lines, the word "report" is very spiritual, especially when it is followed by three major Backlund forces.
It's as if the person who wrote it was sure he didn't belong to any of them.
Plus the letter calling him over was signed Williams.
Which force kidnapped the East District gangster and wanted to make a fortune from him?
Probably.
Yager knocked on the table subconsciously and looked at the paper carefully.
In fact, after seeing the corpse on the ground and the extraordinary characteristics on the table, Backlund had very few categories of initiators that he could suspect.
Besides being a cult, it is still a cult.
If you had to guess, 99% of the time it would be between the Aurora Society, which he had reported to the Church of the Night, the Blood Worship Cult, which was responsible for the serial murders, and the Rose School, which he was suspected of being a member of.
The remaining possibility was a cult he had never heard of.
In the room, Yager fell into deep thought.
However, just at this moment, the noisy tavern outside the door suddenly became quiet, and there was no sound of people during the noon meal.
Behind the thin door panel, chaotic footsteps came from far and near, as if a small group of people were rushing here quickly.
A bad premonition suddenly occurred.
A squirming corpse, something he couldn't hand over.
Why is this story so familiar?
The young man whose boots were splattered with blood frowned little by little and stared at the words on the parchment, falling into a deep dilemma.
"boom!"
The flimsy tavern stall door was slammed open.
Due to the limited mass of the door panels and door locks, while obediently making way for the intruders, they also shattered into pieces of wood with uneven tips, making the boss who followed the crowd tremble.
However, a more trembling scene will soon appear.
The middle-aged man who had just opened the door walked into the cubicle, wearing a black robe. Behind him were a group of members of the Machinery Heart team.
The man had messy gray hair and looked as if he had been struck by lightning many times.
Holding in hand an ancient silver mirror.
He is none other than the humble "Conductor Officer" of Arrods, the team leader of the Heart of Machines, Ikanser Bernard, who had met Yager through a mirror.
"Don't move!" The moment he saw the situation in the house clearly, Ikanser took out his revolver as fast as lightning.
Behind him, other people who stuck their heads out took a deep breath.
The floor of the room was almost completely dyed red, and the interior was filled with the rich stench of rotting corpses.
A classic murder scene scene.
It happened that the Backlund serial murder case pursued by the Nighthawks had not yet been concluded. All the church members were nervous and stared seriously and sharply at the only living person.
"I am the informant of the Nighthawks. I did not kill the person."
The one who looked the most like a perverted murderer, the black-haired young man with an overly calm expression in the middle, slowly raised his hand, revealing the Holy Emblem of Night in his palm.
The Holy Symbol exudes the tranquility and comfort of an occult realm.
Obviously, it is not an imitation that can be made at will.
The tense atmosphere came to a standstill.
Ikanse's tense mood relaxed slightly, and the muzzle of the gun gradually moved downwards, but he did not completely let down his guard: "Did you bring the informant certificate of the Church of the Night? Show it."
On a notebook thousands of miles away.
"Ince Zangwill believes that Lanervus' plan will definitely fail because Yager Drest from the Minsk Office will become the scapegoat of his plan and be arrested and interrogated by the Church of Steam and Machinery.
"
"Oh! But how did stupid Zangwill know that a few weeks ago, this mysterious paralegal had become an informant for the Church of the Night? His blindness to intelligence put his plan on the verge of bankruptcy."
(large black smear marks)
"...However, despite paying attention to this matter, the Mechanical Heart still failed to connect it with the Aurora Society."
"The divinity of the Creator interfered with their ability to obtain information."
"The plan is still progressing as scheduled."
…
After a short check, the people from the Heart of Machinery were divided into two teams. One team invited the boss who was about to faint back to the office, while the other team formed a team of two and began patrolling the surrounding area.
Only the leader, Ikonser, squeezed in.
There were bloodstains almost all over the ground, and the space to stand was even smaller.
Ikanser stood by the wall, frowning, replicating Yager's entangled state a few minutes ago.
"You mean, you came here after receiving this letter?"
"That's right."
Handing over the red envelope, Yager nodded.
"You noticed someone was watching outside the window, so you felt something was wrong?"
"Yes."
"Was this parchment like this from the beginning?!" Ikonser raised his voice and wondered as he looked through the evidence around him.
The blood-stained parchment in his hand was less than a knuckle wide and looked like a student's cheat sheet.
There are ugly cracks underneath like a dog chewing mud.
There is only one line of writing.
"Yes." Yager replied calmly, "Who knows what those cultists think, maybe they are so poor that they don't even have room to buy paper."
Ikanser nodded doubtfully.
The paper only says the place where the crystals on the table need to be sent.
Maybe the cultists think the corpse is enough of a threat? Most of them are not normal anyway.
The team leader of Mechanical Heart managed to come back.
"By the way, what's going on with the blood spots at the corners of your mouth?"
"Huh? Oh, maybe it accidentally splashed on it when I opened the door, haha."
With a perfect smile, Yager wiped away the strange small scarlet mark on his face with his fingertips.
His facial features looked weird and evil in the gloomy weather, like a vampire who had just finished eating.
I just don’t know how the “meal” tastes.
"..."
Suspicious informant.
Opposite me, Ikanse looked at the dead eyes and concluded in his mind.
However, he did not doubt that the other party was the person who committed the crime. After all, the other party had complete documents and showed a emblem with the breath of night. In fact, many night watchers did not have such proof.
Those who didn’t know better thought that the young man was the one favored by the night.
The team leader then looked around and even went to the window to confirm that there was no other evidence at the scene.
The extraordinary person who was said to have been monitoring this place has also left.
There was only dark red blood still flowing in the room.
Finally, with an expression of despair, Ikanser sighed, took out the simple silver mirror in his hand and placed it on the table. The black robe of the Mechanicus he wore reflected gray light under the dim sky.
The mirror was none other than Arrods whom Yager had seen from a distance during a church inspection.
Its patterns always have a mysterious atmosphere.
Ikanse, who had messy hair, stretched out his hand and stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times.
"Dear Arrodes, my question is, who is the culprit responsible for this man's death?"
There was a deep reluctance in his voice.
The silver mirror emits a thin radiance, floats in the air, and trembles slowly...
A few seconds later——
But no picture was shown!
The update will be added tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but it will be updated normally today.
But I’m not sure whether it can be considered a major update...
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!