As an investigator stationed in the "Abandoned City", he almost thought he was going to die there.
But before he met the evil spirit Auclair, he was frightened, and after undergoing a full set of examinations at the General Bureau of Investigation, he was declared to be fine and had merit, and was finally transferred from the death team of the 'Abandoned City' and promoted.
Got a salary increase and became a senior investigator.
At this time, his apparent identity is that of a senior inspector in the Momora Field.
"Boss, there's a case!"
A subordinate knocked on the door and handed a document to Lifton.
"This is a report from a noble lady. Regarding the 'Mormon Cult', according to the procedure, all cases related to the belief in evil gods will be forwarded to us."
This is why Lifton serves as a police officer.
Lifton took the document: "Solomon...Mormons...um...are you sure that the other party really believes in a certain hidden existence?"
If there is, his team will definitely not be able to handle it and will definitely report it to the General Bureau of Investigation first.
"No...Actually, we have been keeping an eye on this sect for a while and confirmed the identity of the leader of the other party. He is this Solomon, an ordinary person."
The subordinate answered honestly: "The person who reported the crime is outside."
"I'll go see you."
Lifton stood up and walked into a reception room, and was immediately attracted by the beauty of the girl sitting upright.
"Hello, I'm Lifton."
A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly recovered and bowed gracefully.
"I am Metana Jacques!" Metana was holding a white porcelain cup and took a sip of black tea: "I came to report the Mormons because I hope you can act as soon as possible!"
"Act as soon as possible? We should at least wait until their next gathering to catch all those believers." Lifton frowned.
"No!"
Metana put down the cup and said in a serious tone: "Do you know how I came into contact with this evil association? I was introduced by a lady from high society. Once this matter spreads, it will affect the reputation of many ladies.
How much turmoil will it cause in the upper class by causing irreversible damage? I am a member of the nobility, and I know the rules of the secret world... Anyway, Solomon is just an ordinary person. If you arrest him and some key members, the organization will be disbanded.
There aren’t any other mysterious hazards, are there?”
She leaned forward with a slight sense of oppression: "And if you make a big fuss, do you think those gentlemen who will lose their face afterwards will let you go? Even if you are from the Investigation Bureau, you will definitely be transferred to the highest position.
Go to a remote and dangerous place!"
Lifton's whole body trembled. He no longer wanted to defend the abandoned city.
After thinking for a while, he answered with difficulty: "Madam...if the situation is as you said, Solomon does not have extraordinary power, I think it is acceptable for the reputation of those ladies to handle the case in secret to minimize the impact."
"Very good." Metana stood up gracefully: "I will donate 1,000 pounds to your police department and buy a few more carriages. The police officers who protect us cannot still rely on their legs to handle cases."
She bowed and walked out of the police station.
The case should be handled secretly to minimize the impact, which is also the request of that adult!
At the same time, it also protects her.
Thinking of this, Metana couldn't help but have a hint of gloom on her face, and got into the carriage: "Go home!"
House of Baron Jacques.
This is a three-story mansion that is larger than the Stas family and is located in the Queens District. It is regarded as a symbol of status.
After entering the door, Metana saw a man with platinum curly hair smiling in the living room, and his face was suddenly full of gloom.
"Metana, are you back?"
The mother in the living room stood up and said, but the man continued to sit, filling his mouth with wine that Baron Jacques usually kept in the cellar and was reluctant to drink.
"Metana, I heard that you had a lot of fun outside... Why don't you say hello to the teacher when you see him?"
The man in the platinum wig raised his head and scanned Metana's body with wild eyes.
"Hello, teacher."
Metana lowered her head and whispered.
This is the private tutor 'Sander' hired by her father, who is actually a person sent by the 'Blood Club' to monitor their family.
Moreover, she has always had some dirty thoughts about her and made no secret of it. As a result, there were already rumors about her affair with her tutor in the aristocratic circles, and her reputation plummeted.
This behavior made Metana extremely disgusted. Before, she was unable to move due to the 'blood contract', but now she was simply afraid that she would not be able to help but kill him!
"I'm going to rest."
She pulled up her skirt, bowed, and ran into her room.
The moment she closed the door, Metana suddenly understood something: 'The Blood Club knows that I am an extraordinary person, so there is no problem in reporting and destroying the cult of an ordinary person at will... But if it involves extraordinary people, they will definitely investigate in depth... Therefore
...That adult pretended to be an ordinary person to reduce the impact and protect me?'
"What a wonderful youth."
Sander stared at Metana's back and licked his lips: "It's almost... as long as you endure it for another month... you don't have to worry about any damn influence plans, you can do whatever you want."
He glanced at Baroness Jacques next to him and snorted: "Madam...will you not pour me another drink?"
"OK."
With a gentle smile on her face, the Baroness picked up the wine bottle like a maid...
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at the same time.
Solomon's house.
"team leader!"
Several investigators were squatting nearby. When they saw Lifton approaching, they quickly saluted.
"The arrest warrant has been issued, prepare to act. Is there anything unusual about the target?"
Lifton held up a magical item specially requested to prevent accidents and asked carefully.
"Nothing unusual... but the target also deceived two female believers at home... Not only did he defraud money and sex, but they were a mother and daughter. It's so enviable... No, I'm angry!" an investigator answered loudly.
"Depend on!"
Even Lifton felt very unhappy when he heard this and waved his hand: "Action!"
The detective who complained just now took the lead, kicked open the door and rushed straight into the bedroom.
Bang!
The bedroom door was violently pushed open, and Lifton heard a woman's scream.
Immediately, he saw the chubby, middle-aged, bald Solomon being pulled out of the bed, subdued without the slightest resistance, and put on special shackles.
"Captain, I found these..."
A few team members searched around and found many magic props, money-making accounts, and several made-up copies of the Book of Mormon.
Lifton flipped through a few pages at random. There was no mental pollution, but it was a bit irritating to the eyes.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes and took out a fist-sized crystal ball, in which countless stars seemed to bloom.
At this time, the stars in the crystal ball were still moving regularly, and some light spots were larger than others.
"The 'Witch's Stellar' has no warning..."
Those big light spots represented Lifton and other extraordinary people from the Investigation Bureau, and there were no other extraordinary things around. This made him breathe a sigh of relief: "It's just an ordinary case, reported as a Category V incident!"
This was the lowest level of danger recorded by the Bureau of Investigation. All the investigators were relieved to encounter such a job.
