Chapter 66: Serial Killing Gang Suffers Serial Killings (1) Werewolf…
Unlike previous missions, which had fixed destinations, this time the target was a "gang," but the members mostly communicated online and didn't live together. Only two of them lived in the UK's capital, with one or two others in the suburbs, and several more in cities further afield.
Therefore, Lucifer had no way to set up the barrier, and could only divide the students participating in the task into groups, with each group having a member who could set up the barrier.
Each group must first complete the target assigned to them. After completing their own target, the Ghost Academy's practice of encouraging competition will be triggered, and the group that completes the task can go and grab other people's targets.
The Porcelain Nation's men naturally formed a team, tasked with taking out a target within the capital. Given Si Ling's personality, she naturally wanted a quick victory, but upon arriving at the target's home, they discovered he was gone. Ah Zhui sighed with a complex emotion, "Ah... even a perverted murderer can't escape the fate of being a slave!"
——Yes, their target Mike only acts at night. He is an ordinary maintenance worker during the day and sometimes works night shifts.
This job, which involved extensive customer contact and naturally provided access to their addresses, didn't pay well, but it perfectly complemented Mike's perverted needs. Over the past few years, he'd used this job to find single women and murdered seven of them, making him a low-key yet prominent figure in this murder ring.
No one knows when Mike's night shift will end, but according to the basic information provided by Lucifer, whether the night shift ends early or not, there will be a full day off the next day.
Si Ling was debating whether to wait here or find something else to do when Ah Zhui rubbed his hands together and said, "Friends, do you want to go see my true form?"
"Ah? What true form?" Li Qi looked at Ah Zhui. "Oh, you are a demon... What is your true form?"
Si Ling smiled and said, "It's a jade pendant from the Ming Dynasty. It's a cultural relic that was lost overseas and is now in the Dafu Museum."
"That's right." Ah Zhui sneered, "It's been a long time since we last met, and you're missing me. Hahaha, do you want to go together? If you don't go, I'll go take a look by myself, and I promise to be back before dawn!"
"Let's go together." Si Ling shrugged. "I'm free anyway. I haven't been to the Museum of Big Fu."
The group of one demon, two immortals, and three ghosts left the target's residence and drifted towards the Great Fu Museum. It was a bit of a black humor: the average age of this group was several thousand years old, but apart from Ah Zhui, the "collection", the only one who had been to the Great Fu Museum was Bai Ma, who was not very old and whose ghost life was even younger.
Bai Ma was also very self-aware. As soon as she entered the main entrance of the Dafu Museum, she automatically switched to the role of a local guide and told everyone: "Azhu's real body should be in the Porcelain Pavilion in the main building, I think it's in the 30th exhibition hall. The museum's treasure, the Rosetta Stone, is in Hall 4. Shall we take a look around?"
The few people nodded and dispersed easily. After all, the ghosts were invisible to mortals, so they could freely explore not only the open exhibition halls, but even the museum's storerooms, which were off-limits to tourists.
Ah Zhui then headed straight for his main body. Li Qi and Zhu Mengwei had never been here before, but having heard that the collections here mainly focused on ancient Egyptian artifacts, they decided to visit several Egyptian pavilions first. Bai Ma went with them. Si Ling and Xuan Chi had also never been here before, but they were more interested in the artifacts from the Porcelain Kingdom, so they also headed to the Porcelain Kingdom Pavilion.
But this does not mean that they will travel with Azhu, because the history of the Porcelain Kingdom is too long. Azhu went to the area where Ming Dynasty collections were concentrated. They were interested in older artifacts. Although they belonged to the same exhibition hall No. 33, they were actually in completely different areas.
Si Ling, a master of history, felt a pang of sadness when faced with these ancient artifacts. Thirty thousand years had instilled in her a sense of indifference, yet it had also intensified her sense of cultural belonging. Her advanced age also brought with it a protectiveness akin to that of a child. Looking at these artifacts, she felt a subtle sadness, as if she had witnessed her own child having their favorite toy snatched away, unable to help retrieve it.
Compared with her mood, Hyun Chi, who had limited knowledge of the human world, seemed much happier.
He admired with great interest the Shang Dynasty's Shuangyangzun, the Western Zhou Dynasty's Xinghou Gui, and the Bojuli. Then, with a kind face, he asked Si Ling a question: "Did the Porcelain Kingdom once conquer this place? Why did it lose this territory?"
"..." Si Ling, who was immersed in sadness, was silenced by him. She hesitated for a long time, not having the heart to personally shatter the beautiful fantasy of the ancient mythical beast. She raised her hand and patted his shoulder, "It's a long story. I'll find historical materials to show you when I get back."
"Okay, thank you." Xuan Chi was very happy.
Si Ling turned silently, his spirit passed through the wall and floated into the warehouse behind it. Looking up, Si Ling held his breath.
The rumored 63 bronze artifacts that cannot be exhibited to the public due to their "sensitive origins" happen to be stored in this warehouse. In addition to the well-known Gu Bo Gui and Ling Fang Yi, there are also a large number of collections that have never been heard of by the outside world. They are stored one by one in special wooden boxes, and the boxes are coldly printed with the cultural relic number starting with "CA" and the words "Unknown Provenance".
Si Ling went in and out of the wooden boxes, carefully examining each artifact. When she saw a goblet with a bird pattern, her thoughts froze.
A "gong" is a vessel for holding wine, similar to an ancient wine pot. She thought the "bird-patterned gong" in front of her wasn't quite the right name, as it wasn't just an ordinary pot with bird patterns carved into it, but rather shaped entirely like a bird. A "bird-shaped gong" would be more descriptive.
Thanks to the cultural relic records attached to the wooden box, she knew that this bird-patterned goblet was an aristocratic artifact from the early Shang Dynasty and had nothing to do with her.
But for some reason, its shape looked very familiar to her.
...Is it because the two backward-bending feathers on the bird's head look a bit like Hyun Chi?
But it doesn't seem to be the entire reason.
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In the exhibition hall separated by a wall, Xuan Chi stopped in front of an independent glass display case.
There was only one artifact in the display case, an upside-down bronze hook, about thirty to forty centimeters in size, which looked like a big question mark without the point at the bottom.
In fact, this thing is called "Yue". The starting point of the question mark arc part is cast into a slightly abstract dragon head shape, so it is called "Dragon Pattern Yue".
This was originally a weapon. Before it was sharpened by the years, it had a sharp outer blade and a long pole at the bottom for people to hold.
Xuan Chi squinted his eyes and stared at it. He felt that he had used such a weapon before, but his weapon was clearly a long spear.
The distant memory didn't form a picture, but it touched a nerve and gave him a headache. Xuan Chi held his forehead, frowned, closed his eyes, and once again tried hard to recall the past.
but……
The towering palace, the long white steps, and the distant bells were all he could think of.
Xuan Chi's eyebrows twitched, and he felt something was wrong.
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Late at night, in the western suburbs of the foggy city.
The three werewolf brothers climbed through the window into the garage on the west side of the villa.
This garage looks ordinary from the outside. Like other garages in the community, it is a small house standing alone in the yard with a metal rolling door.
But in fact, this garage has never been used for parking - of course, this is also normal. Many families park their cars in the yard or on the roadside, or in the public parking lot on the south side of the community. This garage can be used as a storage room to store some things that are not often used but cannot be placed outdoors.
Because of this, this garage has never aroused anyone's suspicion even when no car is parked, but the actual use of this garage even scares ghosts like the three werewolf brothers.
"It's really... perverted." The second oldest, Ulric, gasped and sighed.
——This is the “private collection room” of the target person Barnaby.
Barnaby is the one who killed Alice and the organizer of this gang. As Si Ling had guessed before, he never thought his behavior was sinful. On the contrary, he felt that the deceased was guilty - women's standards for choosing a spouse are too high!
They worship money! They are also greedy for beauty! They only like those so-called "strong men"! They won't even give these ordinary men a second glance!
This idea was deeply rooted in Barnaby's mind. However, when he had these thoughts, he completely ignored the fact that he was actually "successful in his career" in the secular sense. This was enough to prove that his failure in courtship had nothing to do with money. However, he still stubbornly believed that it was all the women's fault, and that he killed them just to uphold justice.
He killed the elderly among them, interpreting it as "good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished";
He killed the young men among them, regarding it as "revenge";
He killed the younger ones, telling himself it was a "preventative measure" to prevent the little boys from growing up to suffer the same torment he had endured.
He found very sufficient reasons for himself and did not forget to give "noble artistry" to all of this.
So this collection room came into being.
Here are the "souvenirs" he collected from the dead human beings, as well as souvenirs from non-human dead, such as various animal specimens.
The earliest of these was a stuffed black cat, his first "work" at the age of twelve. Because he didn't know much back then, and the craftsmanship wasn't sophisticated enough, the specimen had become somewhat rotten. Although it was later repaired and repaired, the rotten areas were irreparable. Now, half of the fur is damaged, and the smell is not very pleasant.
The third brother, Orrick, looked at the unrecognizable black cat, took a deep breath, and drew a cross on his chest: "Rest in peace, little cat."
"What time is it now?" asked the eldest brother, Fenric.
Ulrike said: "Twelve o'clock at midnight."
"...Do you have to choose such terrible words?" Fenric looked at him dissatisfied. Ulric grinned and said, "This is more lively!"
Fenric smacked his lips speechlessly, not bothering to pay attention to him.
He pulled the rotating music box from his pocket and carefully placed it in the shadow at the edge of the shelf. Alice's shadow floated out, looked up, and then returned to the music box after finding no objection to its placement.
The three werewolf brothers quickly found their positions - they transformed into wolves and stood or lay in the northwest corner of the garage.
They were surrounded by various animal specimens, including deer, cows, sheep, donkeys, beavers, red pandas and the like, all of which were large or small, but without exception they were relatively docile herbivores.
The wolves thought: This guy is really a bully.
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