Chapter 030: University of Michigan Investigation Team
"I know how difficult those guys are."
He leaned down slightly and lowered his head to a very intimate distance. Rong Le's hands and feet were controlled. Fairlight looked thin, but he actually had considerable muscles. He pressed Rong Le on the bed and he could not move at all.
Anyone in this module can defeat him, no matter if it's the seemingly weak Kurosawa or Fairlight. The detective's character is a real drag on Rong Le.
He hadn't felt this suppressed for a long time.
This feeling was not pleasant. After being held down by Fairlight, Rong Le used a lot of effort to barely resist the urge to push him away. Even though he really wanted to jump up and beat them all up, reason still made him restrain the impulse.
"Neither the tavern owner, nor Harry and Kurosawa are the kind of people who would give in easily, but they are so indulgent towards you. This makes me very curious."
The oppressive body loomed over him. Fairlight whispered, "So, you're not going to give it a try? Maybe I'll show some mercy."
The live broadcast room now has a surge in barrages:
"Ahhh what did I see!"
"Too strong, too strong, the Bishop actually went straight to A!!"
"The bishop has started to sneak away, while the others are still standing there. You can't do this! You have to work harder!"
"I feel like I'm not watching a live stream of the City of Mist, but rather a game guide. I knew Rongrong would definitely have a bad day. Please don't pity me, just drive harder!"
"Please Shark, let me help them have fun!"
Rong Le forced a smile and said, "Your Excellency the Bishop, aren't you going to be more reserved? I'm curious what rumors you've heard that have led you to misunderstand me so much."
"Really?" Fairlight said calmly. He didn't explain, but changed the subject, "Then let's talk about why you were in my room."
“…”
Of course this cannot be discussed.
Whether it was the boss or Fairlight, their train of thought was very strange, which made Rong Le unable to understand, but since he made the request, it was no big deal to do it.
Rong Le reached out and gently buttoned his collar without Fairlight getting in the way.
The young man was lying on the bed, his hair a little messy due to his previous struggle, his slender figure was clearly visible under the tight vest. He was breathing slightly, his face was slightly flushed, and his long eyelashes were a little wet.
He raised his eyes and looked directly at Fairlight, his cold, bright dark green eyes meeting his gaze without any concealment.
Fairlight had a vague illusion that the young man lying on the bed was a nobleman he had captured. He was elegant and proud, and he could do whatever he wanted to him, and he wanted to break the cold mask.
He could control him, rein him in, make him degenerate, and make him sink and float in the mud with him.
His fingertips slid up and rested on his throat, keeping a dangerous distance.
Fairlight tensed suddenly.
He looked at him with dark eyes, which seemed to contain some intense emotions that would make other people feel afraid.
But Rong Le still raised her chin slightly and looked at his reaction with cold eyes.
Even though he was temporarily at a disadvantage, he still wanted to take the initiative.
Fairlight snorted lightly but said nothing. A silent tug-of-war ensued between the two.
Rong Le continued to please him tirelessly. His technique was very flexible, and his slender fingers slid slowly across her body. Wherever his fingertips passed, the muscles would uncontrollably tense slightly.
The young man's voice had an elegant and charming tone:
“You have beautiful muscles.”
Fairlight hissed softly, suddenly unable to bear it any longer.
He warned softly, "That's enough."
But he couldn't stop just because he wanted to; the initiative was in Rong Le's hands.
Rong Le raised her lips: "What are you talking about."
The young man looked straight at him, his beautiful green eyes filled with a hint of provocation. Although he had always been in a weak position, his courage was enough to give even Fairlight a headache.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t plan to stop.”
Fairlight felt as if there was a fire burning inside him, and his good self-control in the past vanished at this moment. He tightened his grip on Rong Le's wrist, and his heart was not at peace.
Rong Le raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling something was wrong.
He suddenly tried to get up and leave the situation, but Fairlight pinned him down and whispered, "What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?
Although his original purpose was indeed to observe whether the body under his clothes was what he imagined...
But this doesn't mean he has to sacrifice himself!
Fairlight suddenly attacked, turning the situation upside down again.
With that noble, abstinent face, he began to slowly take off his clothes. Rong Le quickly helped him hold the collar and softened his tone:
"Okay, don't go on."
The man stopped and stared at him. The young man seemed a little at a loss and a little embarrassed in the ambiguous atmosphere.
Fairlight seemed to have discovered something amusing. He chuckled softly, his chest shaking slightly. "You've been to church so many times, hasn't anyone ever told you that our doctrine... is about indulging desires?"
His last words were sticky and lingering.
Rong Le slowly opened her eyes, somewhat unable to believe it.
Fairlight's appearance was too deceptive, and it was easy for people to have preconceived notions about him. Although he wasn't abstinent, Fairlight's face definitely didn't resemble the one that showed indulgence in desires.
Fairlight possesses the body of a mature adult with a strong and compelling aura. After completely abandoning the alienation and pride of being a bishop, he shows an astonishing temptation.
His palms were large, strong, dry and warm. Rong Le's body temperature had always been low, so she shivered slightly when their skin touched, and then he completely grasped her waist.
This sense of danger made Rong Le feel something was wrong.
He gritted his teeth slightly, ready to bring him down even if it meant destroying his image.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
“Knock, knock.”
Both people in the room were stunned.
"Your Majesty Bishop."
Shijin's voice rang out: "I noticed something unusual on the top floor. Have you been attacked?"
Fairlight: “No.”
Rong Le seized this opportunity and tried hard to make some noise, but was quickly controlled by Fairlight.
"Hmm..." Rong Le looked at him coldly.
Fairlight's expression remained unchanged. He leaned forward slightly and whispered, "Don't move. I'll let you go."
Rong Le looked at him quietly until the sound of Shi Jin's footsteps faded away and Fairlight relaxed his grip.
After this interruption, the atmosphere in the room returned to normal. Rong Le pushed him away and turned over to sit up. Fairlight fell gently to the side under his force.
Fairlight: "How? What happened just now?"
"...I didn't expect you to have the nerve to ask me that."
"I thought our relationship would become closer after what happened."
Fairlight's long hair flowed down the bed. He tilted his head to look at Rong Le and spoke softly, "Besides, don't you want the information? If you ask me now, I can tell you anything."
Rong Le raised an eyebrow and repeated, "Anything is fine?"
Fairlight: "Of course, even if you want to see my body, that's fine."
In fact, Rong Le had already hesitated about this decision. Looking directly at the mutated part would cause his sanity to drop again. He also had a negative status, and the decrease in sanity might cause him to fall into temporary madness.
Rong Le: "I want to know what disaster will happen in Portland. As the bishop of the church, you wouldn't be unaware of this little information, right?"
Fairlight: "If you continue the investigation, it's not up to you to decide."
It seems that he really knows what will happen next. Although he is opposed to it, Rong Le also has reasons to investigate further.
Rong Le: "I will decide whether to continue. Your Excellency the Bishop only needs to tell me this little bit of information."
"This is a secret, a secret that concerns the fate of everyone in this town." Fairlight chose not to tell him. "I hope you can understand my advice soon and stay away from this town."
Rong Le: "Why?"
Fairlight raised his eyes and gazed deeply at him, his gray eyes like gemstones, and his voice was soft, as if telling some kind of prophecy:
"…because Christmas Eve will never come."
*
Rong Le left the church and just walked out of the door, she saw Bai Yue waiting outside.
He didn't say anything and walked to Baiyue. The two of them walked towards the hotel. Along the way, Rong Le was still thinking about the conversation just now.
The answers to some questions have already surfaced.
Why did the church interfere with Orianna's plan, and what role did Fairlight play in it? Even Harry didn't know the identity of that mysterious man, and only Fairlight could do these two things.
He and Orianna conspired to summon the son of the evil god and destroy Portland before Christmas Eve. This was the only truth after eliminating all options.
The crowds on the street were a bit sparse, but the closer you got to the central block, the denser the flow of people became. Rong Le had been in this small town for several days and had become accustomed to this somewhat deserted living environment.
He murmured, "Does this city know that it is about to end?"
Bai Yue glanced at him, turned his head and said calmly: "Who knows?"
After hearing his answer, Rong Le smiled, her eyes softening slightly. He stated calmly, "But I still want to give it a try, at least to avoid facing the worst possible outcome."
Rong Le was wearing a coat with a thin undershirt underneath. Her thin neck was exposed, looking pale and fragile in the bleak cold wind.
Bai Yue took a look and took out a gray scarf from somewhere. He asked Rong Le to stand still and carefully wrapped it around him, then tied a knot at the end.
Rong Le buried herself in the warm scarf and continued, "Sometimes I feel ridiculous. No one knows what you do, and even if they do, no one understands. People think differently. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop everything."
"Then I figured it out. I just need to do what I think is right."
Baiyue glanced at him and said, "Then do it."
"Anyway, I won't dictate your decision."
He spoke calmly, as if he was saying something very ordinary.
Rong Le has recently often had the illusion that she is being trusted.
This sense of security made him almost think that he owned the whole world, because no matter what he did, there would always be someone who would accept him wholeheartedly.
And in the life he could recall, his world was only Renault.
Although he couldn't remember many details, he still remembered the overwhelming emotions that he couldn't handle.
But he is no longer the same person he was back then, and Rong Le will no longer trust anyone.
As long as you don't open your heart, you will never get hurt.
This is his life principle.
…
When Rong Le returned to the hotel, she was immediately bombarded with many looks as soon as she opened the door.
Before he came in, they seemed to be discussing something heatedly. When Rong Le came in, the room became quiet in an instant.
Everyone was crowded in this small room, looking relaxed and unaware of what was about to happen.
Bai Tutu raised her hand and greeted cheerfully, "Rongrong, you're back!"
Rong Le: "Why are you all crowded in my room... Forget it, let me tell you about your story first."
Bai Yue closed the door behind him, and the people in the room quickly made room for the two to sit down. Bai Tutu then repeated what he had just told everyone.
"So, after I settled in Portland, I met Olivia at a flower shop through Roland's introduction. We were of similar age and had a lot to talk about, and our relationship quickly blossomed."
She smoothed the hair beside her ear a little nervously and continued:
"Until one day, Oli invited me to her home. I sat at the table and Oli poured me tea. When I turned around, a strange badge suddenly fell out of my clothes. My intuition told me that this thing was very wrong."
"I remembered what it looked like, picked it up and gave it back to her."
From then on, Bai Tutu fell in love with Orianna.
Orianna's schedule is relatively fixed. She works in a bakery during the day, buys daily necessities during her breaks, and occasionally goes shopping, but she is usually accompanied by someone, and most of the time it is Cohen who plays this role.
Bai Tutu never found those suspicious items again.
So she decided to use the excuse of being busy to postpone the rest of the date and decided to secretly follow Orianna.
Orianna's life seemed ordinary. She followed him for a few days and at one point wondered if what happened that day was just her illusion.
Until one day she secretly followed Orianna to a remote and unvisited place.
Then he caught her having an affair with Roland.
This combination seemed so strange, absurd and incongruous that Bai Tutu never expected that the two people he knew would have such a relationship.
After she hurriedly left that day, she returned to the hotel feeling uneasy. Until she was lured by Roland to a remote beach where he was about to kill someone and dispose of the body, she was still ready to test the hidden truth.
When Roland attacked her, Bai Tutu realized that she had been discovered long ago. They were taking advantage of her curiosity and luring her into a trap.
She struggled with Roland for a while, then pretended to be exhausted and fell to the bottom of the sea, then jumped into the sea to escape.
"After all, I'm not a force of will."
Bai Tutu laughed bitterly. "After I crawled out of the sea, I didn't dare go back to the hotel. By chance, I sneaked into the church and disguised myself as a believer. But once I entered the church, I realized I had fallen into a deeper pit."
"Because we're low-level believers, we're exposed to a lot of things, like those deformed creatures and the bishop. After work, we return to our rooms and aren't allowed to go out. Daily necessities are purchased by dedicated personnel. It's like living in confinement."
Bai Tutu's expression seemed to have dimmed because of that experience.
After she finished telling the truth of the matter, Rong Le also heard the system prompt sound in her mind.
bite!
[Role Mission: 6, Find out the truth behind the Bai Tutu incident and find the real murderer. Completed.]
After Bai Tutu finished telling the story, Rong Le also shared the information he had obtained with everyone.
"The exact timeline for Orianna and Fairlight's plan to destroy Polant has been determined. 'Christmas Eve will never come,' that's the hint the Bishop gave me."
Liu Guangye: "What Orianna wrote in her diary, 'The Mother Goddess's offspring will be born in my belly'... does it mean the offspring of God?"
"Judging from the direction of this sentence, it is very likely to be the case."
Rong Le: "Whether it's the offspring of the evil god or some other mythical creature, it's too difficult to deal with. It's best if we can nip it in the bud before Orianna gives birth."
Otherwise, if the situation really reaches an irreversible point, the investigator's life will be needed to fill the gap.
Rong Le looked at the still young faces of the investigation team members. The oldest one was in his early twenties and the youngest had just turned eighteen. They were the most outstanding students in the University of Michigan in recent years.
Although the investigator's fate is destined to be a bad one, he can't help but hope that the flame of hope can burn longer.
After all, they are indeed a group of sincere and enthusiastic people.
"There's one more thing I'd like everyone to note: our enemies aren't just the church and Orianna. According to the law of mystical attraction, there must be other cults and organizations here that haven't surfaced yet."
"They are not necessarily our friends, but they are not absolute enemies either."
Rong Le leaned her elbows on her knees, crossed her fingers and placed them on her chin, and stated calmly.
A figure suddenly flashed through his mind. His memory was a little fuzzy. It should be a passerby he rarely saw or not very important. For some reason, he suddenly thought of him at this moment.
That was when he had just arrived in Portland, and he and Baiyue had separated to look for Cohen. A kind gentleman told him the direction. He seemed to be wearing clothes similar to Harry's at the time.
"Actually, there's one thing I'm curious about." Rong Le pondered, "Why did Fairlight plan this disaster?"
What was the opportunity that led Fairlight to make this decision?
"It doesn't matter what the reason is." Bai Yue said calmly, "Now that we know the exact time and the suspect, what should we do next?"
Liu Guangye: "We can't attack Orianna directly. Cohen will never agree. We are outsiders. If we act rashly, we will only incur public wrath. We may not be able to disrupt the ceremony without anyone noticing, and those people may not listen to our explanation."
"Even if we can hide it from the military police, we alone can't handle the attacks from Fairlight and the Church."
After discussing for a while without coming up with any solution, Rong Le thought about it and felt that it all came down to lack of clues.
Rong Le lowered her eyes slightly, and her thick and long eyelashes hid the thoughts in her eyes.
After a while, he thought of something and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly: "Don't worry, I have a way."
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The abyss descends upon the tavern.
"You mean...working?"
The boss sat behind the bar with a look of slight surprise on his face.
Sitting opposite him was the protagonist who had occupied 80% of the recent gossip pages in Portland. The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dark green eyes were as cunning as a cat.
The commotion that night had no impact on the boss. Since he dared to watch and join in the fun, he should be prepared to be dragged into it out of anger and humiliation. At that time, the boss listened to all kinds of gossip, laughed disdainfully, and went back to his room to sleep.
It was not until he woke up the next day that he realized the power of the storm.
The boss flipped through the newly delivered information and discovered that most of it was rumors that had arisen after that night.
There were even some fearless people who came to him to buy information about whether his scandals were true or false, but he asked them to leave with a fake smile.
The romantic scandal surrounding the mysterious boss of the underground world was obviously eye-catching enough, and his old acquaintances would even tease him, and all this was thanks to Rong Le.
Rong Le clasped her hands together and said, "Please, I will work diligently and will not be lazy."
The two men sat opposite each other across a long table. There was no one else around. The dim lights in the pub shone on the table, making it difficult to discern their expressions. They looked more like opponents playing a game of chess with each other.
"It was a request that caught me off guard."
The boss blew out a smoke ring and tapped off the ash. "I thought we'd never see each other again after the first transaction, but then there was a second, and a third... Detective, are you really not afraid?"
Rong Le: "I think it's a very pleasant thing to do business with the boss."
"That's because I'm the one paying."
The boss smiled and did not comment on his behavior of trying to make the most of the money.
"Okay, then you can start working here. However, you are not allowed to cause trouble for me here. This is a warning."
Rong Le: "Of course."
In this way, the idle detective became a waiter in a tavern.
As a newcomer, the senior assigned to him by the boss was his acquaintance, Said.
Rong Le changed into the pub's uniform and just came out of the locker room. Said, who was waiting outside, took a breath and began to understand why this detective was always surrounded by bloody topics.
The uniform of a bar waiter is very simple, all black with a white shirt and bow tie, without any extra decorations or patterns, and it is supported entirely by the body's own figure. When Said wears this clothes, he looks ordinary. He didn't expect that someone could wear the uniform to such a good effect.
Rong Le came out of the locker room and casually tugged at his sleeves. The black clothes wrapped around him made him look abstinent yet full of mysterious temptation.
His long hair was still tied up with a dark green headband, with the ends hanging loosely on his shoulders. When he looked up, his eyes were filled with smiles.
"Why, are you surprised by me?"
Said was silent.
...He didn't expect that he would actually be seduced by this male vixen!
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