"The body is missing?" Ikanser, who had no time to tidy up his appearance, repeated each word with a solemn expression.
He thought for a few seconds, then raised his head and asked:
"Are you sure? Are you sure that the Mr. Larry Byrne you found is the victim of the rotting male corpse case?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the documents spread out on the table and spoke quickly.
You know, yes and no, symbolize completely different meanings.
If it is just a misjudgment, then it is most likely just a copycat made using strong acid and chemicals. After all, as Ivens just said, there are many corrosion marks.
But if it is the real victim who has not found the rotten male corpse, then the scope defined by Evans will most likely help the mechanical heart to directly take down the murderer who has been creating the rotten male corpse.
He has been committing crimes with impunity for two months!
Facing Ikanser's question, Dunn nodded extremely calmly, with a calm voice.
"yes, I'm sure."
Deacon Ikanser, who had his hands on the table, suddenly fell silent, his eyes constantly moving on the desk where various documents were scattered on the table.
Finally, he remembered something, and quickly pulled out a case file wrapped in a brown paper bag from under a stack of documents.
This is a backup taken from Silveras Field.
He asked without raising his head as he unwrapped the white wool wrapped around the paper bag:
"Can you still restore the scene at that time?"
Dunn, who has extremely rich experience as an official Beyonder, did not hesitate and recalled it with a very familiar head.
He was silent for about a second or two, separated the dream from reality in his mind without much effort, and recalled the memory:
"There were many rats clinging to Mr. Larry's body at that time. At the same time, the spots on his body indicated that his death should have occurred within one day before I found it. This is inconsistent with the decomposition of the body. At the same time, there were many corrosive substances on his body.
The traces of trauma are also consistent with previous reports, and it can basically be determined to be a follow-up to the case of the rotting male corpse."
"And..." Dunn paused and looked at Deacon Ikanser with hesitation.
"I met an Extraordinary who was at least Sequence Six or above, or the other person possessed... a magical item of this level. He appeared near the corpse and neutralized my attack."
"But his condition seemed difficult to judge. After defusing my attack, he left quickly."
Dunn's brows furrowed. Just now, he almost used the term "sealed object" to describe extraordinary items because of his old habit. This is a common expression used by official extraordinary people.
Ikonser, who was not mentally healthy to begin with, rubbed his temples and felt a headache.
Evans himself is a scholar of criminal investigation, and his judgment should not be wrong. In addition, he met a mysterious extraordinary person, an extraordinary person who may be the murderer.
He himself is a "nightmare" of Sequence Seven, and he is not easy to suffer in frontal battles. It seems that the Extraordinary who is suspected of being the murderer should really be Sequence Six or higher.
Damn it, if there hadn't been a cult incident in the East District yesterday, and I could have been in the office yesterday, Ivens' information might have been handed over earlier... Ikanser felt a big headache, took a few steps back, and sat down.
Arriving at the seat behind the desk, his eyes narrowed slightly.
After relaxing for a while, he opened his eyes again and said slowly:
"I must report this matter to the Archbishop. At the same time, I will also try to apply to work with the Nighthawks to handle the case. Their 'psychics' and 'divinationers' are more professional than us in this regard."
"Evans, please don't go to the sewer alone recently. You must ensure your own safety."
He pressed his eyes tiredly and did not notice the change in the expression on Dunn's face.
After regaining his energy, Ikanser stood up straight, holding the document in his hand and said:
"But you can also participate in peripheral activities. If there is a 'Nightmare' to work with, our burden will be much less."
Whether it is from a personal point of view or overall consideration, he wants to win over Evans, a "nightmare" who can make up for the shortcomings of the Heart of Machine team.
Almost without thinking, Dunn gave a negative answer, shook his head and said:
"I will not participate in official operations. Although I am also a believer of the goddess, considering my own sequence, I am not suitable to meet the Nighthawks."
In this regard, Ikanser could only express regret and give up persuasion.
After all, if a wild "nightmare" directly reveals his identity, he will definitely be investigated and questioned by the Nighthawks.
Yi Kangser paused and couldn't help but add:
"Following your opinion, if the information is confirmed, I will take the initiative to apply to the Archbishop for a reward."
Dunn, who was unwilling to have too much contact with official organizations, nodded reluctantly, and immediately withdrew from Ikanser's office. Under the curious eyes of some Machinery Heart members, he walked out of "Backlund Machinery"
Research".
The black umbrella, which was large enough to accommodate two people, kept making a muffled sound under the heavy rain. Dunn walked on the slightly waterlogged road and had no intention of recruiting a hired carriage for the moment.
He stared blankly into the distance that was isolated by darkness and fog, with cold air coming from the corner of his mouth.
Ikanser's suggestion just now reminded him of the scene when he ran into Daly at the police station after examining the body found at Mr. Miller's house that day, which made him subconsciously want to retreat.
Am I still qualified to appear in front of her now?
Listening to the pounding rain, Dunn looked around the deserted streets, and an idea that had been suppressed slowly emerged from his mind.
"Maybe, even if I am like this, she will still just beat me up and then accept the reality."
As soon as this idea appeared, he trembled like an electric shock, shook his head violently, and subconsciously refused to believe it.
He hurried to the side of the road, using the black umbrella to separate the rain, looking into the distance, and said loudly:
"The carriage, here!"
.............
At Backlund Railway Station, a sudden heavy rain broke the original plan. Train 215 will be the last bus to arrive at Backlund tonight.
Clad in heavy iron armor, the steam train's outer shell became increasingly shiny under the wash of rain, rumbling against the platform.
The huge locomotive was spitting out soft white steam, and as soon as the residual warm gas floated out, it merged into the surrounding water mist and faded away in an instant.
After the flight attendants had cleared everything, the passengers who arrived at their destination moved together and stepped off the carriage one by one.
At the exit of the carriage towards the rear of the train, a mature gentleman with black hair and brown eyes, leaning on a cane, walked slowly down the steel-framed stairs.
He has uncommon bronze skin and soft facial features. It was Azik Eggers who went to track down Ince Zangwill after the Tingen incident.
After repeated misguided pursuits, Azik finally determined the approximate location. Ince Zangwill had hid in Backlund, a metropolis with a population of over five million.
Even if the great "Death Archon" has special means, once he gets close to 0-08, Azik will be unknowingly designed and encounter various accidents.
The reason why he did not directly use the spirit world to travel, but chose to take the steam train from East Chester County, was because several times before, due to the arrangements of 0-08, he encountered unknown obstacles in the spirit world.
"Is this also his arrangement?" Azik carried his luggage in his left hand and held a dark blue umbrella in his right hand. He did not choose to stay at the station like other passengers and walked out of the platform alone.
Under the cover of darkness and heavy rain, he didn't go far before he let go of his right hand. The umbrella that should have fallen to the ground floated steadily, as if an invisible hand was holding the handle.
A gloomy coldness surrounded him instead of the roaring cold wind, and the casually fluttering formal coat slowly calmed down and hung down on both sides of his calves.
............
"Prince Edsac hired Sherlock Moriarty, but he is still under the supervision of Hvin Rambis. This skilled, experienced, and elegant 'audience' will surely control the situation steadily.
There won’t be any plot that goes against his will.”
...
"Although the aura of 'devil' is getting stronger and stronger near the sewers, the stupid official Beyonders are still unable to detect the clues. They are still being restrained by the various activities created by the Aurora Society in the East District, and they have not even been able to discover the secrets hidden in the dock union.
The Lanerwus."
...
"Ah, what a misfortune. Lanervus was once again controlled by the will of the true creator. He failed to escape again this time. But who was the Mitchell who fought against him? He was not the great Al
The 'Midnight Poet' Suhod is familiar with?"
"No, I must find his true identity!"
(A line has been crossed out here, and the dark ink has soaked the notebook, making it impossible to see the original conclusion)
"Strange, the traces of Mitchell suddenly disappeared, but he was not dead. Could it be that he was involved in a greater danger?"
...
"It's really unlucky that Azik Eggers, who had been abandoned, came back again. The sudden heavy rain failed to stop him. It's really unlucky."
In the closed room, an ordinary black quill hung above the notebook, writing out of thin air.
Suddenly, a pale hand grasped it tightly, abruptly changing its trajectory.
"Although Azik Eggers came to Backlund, because the location of Ince Zangwill is extremely secretive, he could not directly discover the specific location. He was a little tired and would choose to live in the East District, and because it was extremely
With his obvious characteristics, it is reasonable that he would be targeted by the madmen of the Aurora Society."
With only one eye intact and his face as deep as a classical sculpture, Zangwill has a cold face and an extremely serious expression.
"It's writing its own plot again..."
Since coming to Backlund, 0-08's activity has risen to a higher level, and he seems to have become docile and more rational, but Zangwill always feels that there is always a greater danger waiting for him.
He took a deep look at the black quill in his hand, paid attention to the time, got up and left, and walked out of the room.
rustle.
After the door was closed, the quill flew up again, flew under the table, and barely wrote on the rough wooden board:
"It is reasonable for Ince Zangwill to have the idea of consulting Hvin Rambis because he cannot control the pen of Alzuhod."