It happened so fast that Victor didn't have time to clearly see the appearance and characteristics of the person who shot at the door. He only remembered a flash of red.
Now, cold sweat has broken out on his forehead, and he realizes that he has overlooked something.
"Inspection Bureau agent's undershirt!"
Bang bang bang!
Someone knocked on the door again.
He was startled, and before he could stand up from the bathtub, Mark's voice came from outside the door.
"Victor Damon, have you finished washing? I have something to say to you."
After being reminded of the shooting incident, Victor subconsciously became vigilant. He did not respond. He stepped out of the bathtub lightly, simply put on his pants, and quickly leaned against the wall that was flush with the door.
At this time, there was a sound like a gun holster being opened outside the door!
Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of this door was not good. Victor immediately realized that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped aside. Then two bullets broke through the wooden door and shot into the house.
"It's really you!"
Victor cursed secretly and hid in the blind spot where the opponent was shooting, holding his breath and feeling extremely nervous.
The person who shot himself and killed the male prostitute last night was indeed an investigator from the Inspection Bureau. The red color was impressive because it was the shirt their agent was wearing.
"But why did he do this? If he wanted me to die, there would have been plenty of opportunities while I was in coma..."
His mind was full of doubts, but was interrupted by the bombardment of two bullets. The warhead hit the bed and stirred up a pile of goose feathers. Victor was unscathed because he was in the blind spot of the shooting outside the door.
The fierce gunfire woke up Henry who was waiting downstairs. He took out a revolver and saw Mark at the entrance of the stairs shooting at Victor's room.
"Mark! Are you crazy?!"
Henry shouted twice, but Mark turned the gun and shot him.
Henry hid around the corner, exposed the muzzle of his gun and fired back at Mark.
Hearing Henry's voice and gunfire, Victor knew that Henry was already exchanging fire with Mark. He took this opportunity to rush to the door, opened the door violently, and knocked Mark upside down.
The other party was pushed away and staggered. Victor grabbed his wrist and pressed down hard, and then the two began to fight desperately for the pistol.
Mark's eyes were about to burst out. His pupils and the whites of his eyes were indistinguishable. They were all dark red, as if they were possessed. When Victor's eyes came into contact with him, he instantly shuddered, and a chill came straight to his forehead. p>
Moreover, he felt that Mark was surprisingly strong, completely regardless of the consequences, and was not afraid that he would dislocate the pistol as hard as he could.
Seeing that Victor could no longer hold on, Henry stretched out his pistol from the corner and shot Mark in the back.
Suddenly there was a bullet hole in the opponent's shirt, and he was bleeding profusely.
But he still seemed to have been drugged, raising the muzzle of the gun and aiming it at Victor's eyes!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Henry pulled the trigger first, emptying all the bullets in the revolver.
After being hit, Mark collapsed like a deflated rubber ball.
He gasped for air on the ground. The passage of life finally made him become a little normal, and the dark red in his eyes gradually receded.
He looked at Victor's face, kept raising his head and lowering it, his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to say something.
Victor dragged the back of his head and stared at him closely.
"I heard... hum~~! I heard... hum~! I heard him... calling my... my name... name... calling my..."
With only these words left, Mark no longer had any breath.
He died, inexplicably and quite strangely. It was as if some evil spirit had possessed his body and done some terrible things, and his body was the evil spirit's ruthless mockery of the living. "Are you okay? Have you been shot?" Henry pressed down the muzzle of the gun and walked to Victor. The latter slowly put down Mark's head, but his nervousness was not relieved.
He looked up at Henry blankly: "He..."
Without saying anything, Henry began to search Mark's body.
"Very normal personal belongings, no letters of secret collusion, preliminarily ruling out the speculation that Mark is a spy in the Inspection Bureau, just wait..."
Henry ignored Victor's confused expression and first opened Mark's room next door, and then began to search his house.
Ten minutes later.
"No, Mark is normal. So if he attacks you suddenly, it can only mean that he is affected by the 'invisible art'. Did you see or hear anything just now?" Henry asked Victor seriously.
Victor didn't think much and told the other party Mark's eyes and expression just now.
Henry held his chin, hesitated for a moment and said: "It should be some kind of invisible technique to control the mind. Damn it...even Mark was affected? When did it happen..."
Henry was talking to himself as he began to reminisce in his mind.
Victor could tell that the other party connected Mark with the previous group of rioting townspeople.
However, Victor didn't think so. He analyzed it in his mind and found out the differences between the two parties.
The townspeople at noon were still conscious to a certain extent. They were driven by the resentment in their hearts and intensified trivial conflicts into big conflicts, so they attacked the security station.
But Mark was different. Victor had just been in close contact with Mark, and he clearly felt that he was not himself. It was as if he had been given a forced order, but he could not disobey it, and his soul seemed to be enslaved.
"Mark has worked in the Intelligence Bureau for five years. He is a senior agent and my senior. Neither of us had ever set foot in the eastern states before receiving the order to investigate, so it was impossible for us to have come into contact with anything in advance.
People."
"The only possible place is the town riot at noon, but why did the other party only use the invisible technique on Mark and not me?"
Henry really connected the two.
Victor coughed and told Henry about Mark's attack on him yesterday.
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Henry's eyes suddenly widened: "Why are you saying it now? Don't you remember?"
"It happened too fast. I didn't see it clearly. It's not that I forgot. At that time, I saw the red shirt that the man was wearing." As he said that, Victor pointed to the shirt in Henry's coat.
Investigating the abuse of invisible techniques is one of the tasks of the Inspection Bureau, but only the Anti-Suppression Department to which Father Sang belongs is the only one who can really handle such strange cases.
It is impossible to fight against the rumored "seer" by relying solely on ordinary investigators.
However, Father Sang is not in Walding town now, Mark was killed again, and Henry can only handle the remaining work.
He frowned and carefully recalled what happened recently: "On July 20, at 3:51 pm, the Pursuit Bureau received a commission from Cornwall Energy Company, and a team led by Chief Inspector Josh went to Missouri.
Lezhou arrests the gangster Augusta."
"At 2:32 pm on August 14, investigators from the Inspection Bureau arrived in Dandelion, Missouri. We then divided into groups and acted separately. Mark and I were in the same group, and Father Sang accompanied us as a consultant." "On the night of August 15, at 7:21, Mark and I met the Wallendan Aboriginal people outside the wilderness. There was no conflict. The leader of the other party was a mute."
"During the day on August 16th..."
"At three o'clock in the afternoon on the 17th..."
"At 5:27 pm on the 18th, we learned that a fire broke out in the Dimon family..."
"At 1:35 noon on the 19th, we found the unconscious Victor Damon. At 4:08, all the remains of the deceased members of the Damon family were found..."
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Henry didn't read a page of notes, so he just relied on his memory and memorized all the events they had recently encountered.
Victor marveled at the other person's memory, but Henry immediately asked him in turn: "Do you want to talk to me about Vincent?"
Only then did Victor remember the important point on his side. He calmly informed Henry of the relationship between the male prostitute and Vincent, as well as Vincent's identity in the world.
Henry's expression became more and more confused.
"You said... the Cornwall Company's ironworks was destroyed and closed due to the attack by the Cornall Gang? The butler in your dream was actually a miner?"
"That's right!"
"Strange..." Henry stared at Victor's face, "Mr. Thomas did not provide us with information about this case."