"True Creator?" After hearing Klein's description, Dunn's expression suddenly became solemn.
He released his hands that were supporting Klein, put his right hand into his pocket, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice:
"A huge cross, black nails, a naked and bloody man hanging upside down?"
Klein, who still felt a throbbing pain in his forehead and whose vision was blurred, held his head and shook slightly:
"I didn't see it clearly. When I asked Hood Eugen what he had done to help Lanlevus, his body instantly collapsed into a pool of shadows, a pool of upside-down shadows."
Dunn, who was examining Klein, nodded as if thinking, but still put his right hand in his pocket and said softly:
"This may also be the reason why you were not seriously harmed. What Lanervus and Hood Eugen planned is related to the 'True Creator'? Did you get any details?"
Klein shook his exhausted brain, frowned, and repeated the information he learned when channeling Hood Ogen's spirit exactly as it was, emphasizing:
"The help Lanerwuss asked Hood Eugen to provide should be a more important node in his plan. Hood Eugen was the one who lost control when I asked this question, and it also involved the so-called
'Divinity'."
Dunn, who originally focused most of his attention on Klein, heard these seemingly unreasonable contents. His slightly frowned brows suddenly became tighter, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself:
"Hood Eugen was responsible for the more important parts?"
"A 'psychiatrist' was responsible for the more important parts?" As Dunn thought, he paced back and forth unconsciously.
Judging from the ability, the "psychiatrist" should be best at abilities in the spiritual field, such as "hypnosis"? Klein thought about the question he asked Zhang, and after thinking about it, he thought:
"Captain, do you still remember the letter found on the body of the Aurora Society member who was shot?"
"The letter to be sent to Mr. Z!"
"The letter said that when the time is right, all the lambs in Tingen City will be dedicated to the so-called Lord. Could this be an allusion to a larger terrorist attack?"
Dunn, who was pacing, suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Klein, with a slight flicker of light in his deep gray eyes.
"Terrorist attacks? There has been no sudden increase in extraordinary events recently. All vicious events in the Aurora Society are generally accompanied by a large number of bloody events."
"But this time it's different. Lanerwus's actions are not like those of a member of the Aurora Society. Whether it is defrauding money or setting up scams, he may just use the Aurora Society to achieve his own goals, such as obtaining the so-called '
Divinity'." Klein braced himself and explained to Dunn.
Dunn took out his right hand that had been in his pocket, looked at Klein and considered:
"Is there any other way they could create a huge terrorist attack?"
There are many methods. The simplest is to find a few fanatics or ordinary people who have been brainwashed to detonate bombs in crowded places in Tingen City. This is much faster than using extraordinary rituals to kill people... Klein
He breathed a long sigh of relief and tentatively reminded:
"What if controlled arms are used? High-yield high explosives?"
This... Dunn, who was facing Klein, was stunned on the spot. He was stunned for several seconds before he slowly said:
"If they really use this method, there is probably nothing we can do. Monitoring the direction of arms control is not within the scope of the Nighthawks' responsibilities. This is the work of MI9, and this is just a conjecture. I am afraid it will not drive them.
Take the trouble to investigate thoroughly..."
"We can only report the clues related to Lanerwus to the Holy Church first, and then intervene in the Lanluwus fraud case handled by the Tingen Police Department and the 'Punisher', and concentrate all the forces of Tingen City to investigate carefully.
, which is the best method at present.”
Klein, who had been quietly listening to Dunn's analysis, paused and said in a muffled voice:
"What if there is a spy case involved?"
"What!" Dunn's voice rose slightly, and there was a hint of questioning in his deep gray eyes.
"Didn't Dust say before that Hood Organ had a mental problem and always claimed to be an Intis noble?"
"During this channeling, I took the opportunity to ask this question. He admitted that he was a noble of Intis, but the family's strength has long declined. We can report this matter to MI9 through the temple, which can highlight the
Hood Eugen's identity as an Intis nobleman induced them to investigate Lanrevus-related cases."
This is called using incomplete truth to rely on external forces. Anyway, as long as there are indeed problems with the Lanerwus-related cases, MI9's attention will be transferred to the more dangerous Aurora Society. By then, Hood
·No one cares whether Eugen is a spy.
Dunn closed and released his black-gloved hands several times, then let out a long sigh, seeming to have made a great determination, and said in a low voice:
"This is indeed a way. It will indeed be much more convenient to use the military's channels to investigate. I will report this idea to the Holy Church, and leave the rest to the Holy Church to decide. As for us, we will first unite with the 'Punisher' according to the plan
and the 'Machine Heart', to increase the intensity of inspections of suspicious phenomena in Tingen City."
Seeing Klein nodding, Dunn turned his head and glanced at the wall next to the corridor, and said in silence for a while:
"You go back and rest first. Many things will not start until tomorrow. I will be responsible for handling the aftermath today."
"Okay." Klein obeyed the captain's decision without any burden in his heart. After all, he is not a 'sleepless person' who only needs two or three hours of sleep a day to stay active. He nodded and put away the things he knew well.
There were ritual magic related supplies scattered everywhere.
When he lifted the spiritual wall, Dunn, who was handling Hood Organ's body, suddenly said:
"By the way, go to the police station first when you go home. I need to stay in the lunatic asylum and there is no way to notify the police."
Klein nodded without surprise and said:
"no problem."
Immediately, he checked whether there was anything missing in the room. After confirming that everything was correct, he said goodbye to the captain and left. He walked out of Hood Ogen's ward on the top floor and went downstairs along the dark corridor.
He clicked his teeth lightly and turned on his spiritual vision to help him see the obstacles in the dark, carefully avoiding the asylum staff who were dragged into the dream by Dunn.
I hope these staff members will not be frightened when they get up tomorrow morning. After all, the patient they are responsible for suddenly died suddenly, the corpse mutated, and was involved in a shocking conspiracy. No matter how you think about it, it can only appear in novels.
, and it’s also the kind related to Cthulhu...
Klein walked out of the lunatic asylum through the normal exit and returned along the path to the place where the hired carriage was waiting. He looked at the shivering carriage driver, sighed helplessly, and took out a soule from his formal pocket.
The banknotes were handed to the coachman.
If he hadn't been told in advance that he would be paid extra, the coachman wouldn't have been so frightened and still stayed near the asylum. Although coming to the asylum in the middle of the night was a scary enough thing... Klein pressed his black silk top hat
,,entered the carriage and said to the driver in front:
"Go to the police station."
Snapped!
There was a sound of whips, and the streets in the early morning were deserted. The carriages ran quickly, sometimes going straight, sometimes turning, and soon entered the urban area of Tingen.
Twenty minutes later, the speeding carriage gradually slowed down and stopped at a fork in the road not far from the police station. Just as Klein was about to get out of the car, he found a face with no eyebrows and only an illusory mouth that was out of proportion.
The spirit with the face struggled to squeeze out from under the car, seemingly still breathing heavily. His palm-sized body sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted. He opened his mouth, and a five-fingered hand stretched out from it.
He dropped a rolled-up letter and quickly disappeared.
Ms. Daly's letter? Klein picked up the envelope that fell on the ground with doubts. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the coachman tentatively lifting the door curtain with a look of fear on his face.
Ordinary people cannot see spirits...
Klein immediately froze on the spot, coughed lightly, then casually stuffed the envelope in his coat pocket, stepped out of the carriage as if nothing had happened, turned around and said to the coachman:
"Wait for me ten minutes."
As he walked towards the slightly shining door of the police station, Klein couldn't help but cursed in his mind:
"If similar things happen in the future, it's best to use our nighthawks' own carriage, otherwise it will be too inconvenient. Of course, this is also related to the fact that two people went to the lunatic asylum and only one came out."
He walked up the steps in front of the police station and knocked on the door lightly, making a clanging sound.
After a while, a messy footsteps came from behind the door of the police station from far to near. The thumping footsteps gradually became louder. A middle-aged policeman with a red nose shook his body and opened the door, with a look in his cloudy eyes.
With questions in mind, he took a few glances at Klein's black formal suit and silver-encrusted black cane, and cast an inquiring look at him.
Klein immediately took out the certificate symbolizing supervision and the badge of the Seventh Team of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department from the pocket of his formal suit, and said seriously to the policeman on duty who smelled of alcohol:
"A vicious incident occurred at Greenhull Lunatic Asylum on the outskirts of the city, and the police department's help is needed."
The policeman, who was slightly confused due to drinking, shook his head suddenly, his eyes regained a trace of clarity, and he said with a slightly trembling voice:
"But, there are no people in the police station now, I'm afraid..."
Klein smiled reassuringly and said in as relaxed a tone as possible:
"We have dealt with the criminal. What we need now is to seal off the scene. I still have my companions on duty there."
"That's good, that's good..." The middle-aged police officer standing inside the door breathed an unabashed sigh of relief, then straightened his clothes and wiped his face, "I'll notify the remaining few immediately.
Those who are on duty will rush over immediately."
After explaining a few more words, Klein returned to the carriage parked at the intersection and said softly:
"To Daffodil Road."
After saying that, the carriage bumped again. Klein, who was sitting inside the carriage, leaned on the backrest and sighed deeply. His whole body showed a downward trend, and obvious fatigue appeared on his face.