One more tool person added to the list.
Willy felt as if he heard a notification sound in his ear, and he turned around with a sense of pleasure.
"You've come at the perfect time."
"Is there another place where I need to bleed them dry?"
"What?"
Vili blinked, her eyelashes fluttering, and it took her a second to realize that the other person was talking about what happened at the church that day.
He puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"No, that's not true."
Willie felt he couldn't quite understand Castin.
He is cautious in his actions and his plans are always very meticulous, yet he speaks very boldly.
Even though this was only their third meeting, he showed no wariness whatsoever towards Vili, the game boss, and could even joke around with him freely.
But this attitude can quickly shorten the distance between the two. Unlike when he was with Xie Liqi, he had to wear a mask. With Castin, Willie didn’t need to hide anything.
The other party seemed oblivious to all the unusual things he was doing.
Therefore, Vili generously shared his intelligence with him.
“There is indeed an artifact in this room that seals an evil god… but I’m not sure where it is, or if it has already been taken away.”
The detective nodded thoughtfully and suggested:
"Then let's look for it first."
"The three items on the list are the Holy Sword that slays the evil god, the Holy Bottle that seals the evil god, and the Holy Stone that protects the angel."
As he spoke, he paced around, observing his surroundings. When he reached the table, he casually stopped the printer's mournful wail—it was spewing out so many papers that it was almost flooding the examination room.
After pressing the power off button, the overheated machine finally quieted down.
He bent down, picked up one of the papers, dusted it off, and looked thoughtfully at the photo of a face printed on it.
“The Holy Sword can be ruled out for now,” Vili added.
He moved closer to Castin, but instead of looking at him, he focused his gaze on the brightly lit computer screen.
This was the first time he had ever seen such a strange-looking thing. It was encased in a white shell and was enormous. He had no idea what it was for.
This brings us to the realm of systems.
"Host, this is a computer! Its main function is to process and store information, but it has a wide range of uses!"
Willie returned a bewildered look, and the system inexplicably felt a heavy sense of responsibility being placed on its little bird's shoulders.
"It's okay, I'll handle it!"
After he finished speaking, the computer, which was in hibernation mode and displaying a blue screen, automatically lit up.
Willie approached with interest, only to find the screen replaced by another image.
It was a scanned paper document, and many parts were blurred due to ink saturation.
Name: ▇▇
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Medical History: This patient was admitted to our hospital on May 15, 2017. Despite the doctors' best efforts in resuscitation and treatment, the condition could not be controlled, and the patient unfortunately passed away on May 16, 2017.
Cause of death: After detailed diagnosis and evaluation, death was due to multiple organ failure caused by ▇▇▇.
Doctor's signature:
David Johnson
This is a death certificate on file.
It wouldn't normally have caught Willy's attention, but the detective beside him reached out and overlaid the photo he'd been looking at on the screen, superimposing it on the ID photo in the file.
*Smack*
Perhaps due to inactivity, the computer went into sleep mode again. In the darkness, the reflective screen revealed the face of the person in front of it.
Three identical faces strangely overlapped at this moment.
ah……
So this is my death certificate.
"This really scared me."
After a long pause, Castin spoke first, even patting his chest dramatically.
"Perhaps it would be better to have you play the ghost next time?"
Willie didn't respond to his joke; he stood quietly in the darkness, as if lost in his own world.
"Was the original owner already dead before the evil god's sacrifice?"
He had to admit that the original storyline, which he had never paid any attention to before, was gradually becoming interesting.
According to the original setting, the NPCs still existing in the town are all victims of that evil god's sacrifice. Their souls cannot find peace and linger in the town, turning it into a blood-stained forbidden land.
The original owner of this body should also be one of them.
The script was unfolded for Vili and the system to read together.
However, the entire story is narrated from the perspective of the protagonist, Xie Liqi, with many things only briefly mentioned. Furthermore, there is very little description of the original owner of the body.
He always appeared alongside the butcher, causing trouble for the protagonist. Although weak, he was extremely difficult to deal with. It wasn't until one night, when he was left alone on the farm, that the protagonist, who had come to search for items, seized the opportunity to kill him.
And this part of the story is nearing its end.
After his death, the remaining text was written hastily, as if on fast-forward, in just a few hundred words.
The protagonist obtained the item, performed the ritual, weakened the evil god's power, led the others in a duel against Him, ultimately won the battle, returned to the real world, and achieved a happy ending.
No matter how you look at it, the original owner was just an ordinary supporting character, with nothing special about him except for his late departure from the story.
Il slumped listlessly onto Vili's shoulder.
"Host, I don't understand..."
Vili stroked its drooping feathers and closed the file.
"Whether you understand or not, we'll find out when we finally summon that evil god and ask him."
"Speaking of which, I've never fought a god before."
The thought of this made Willy eager to get started.
In reality, he stretched his stiff body, glanced at Castin beside him, and asked curiously:
"Why are you still standing here? Weren't we supposed to be collecting props?"
It's a perfectly logical way to turn the tables and blame someone else.
The detective shrugged helplessly, but wisely steered the conversation away from the previous topic.
"Actually, I have some ideas."
It was already quite late. Willie yawned, then leaned back and lay down on the swivel chair behind the table.
This is a black leather semi-circular swivel chair, probably because its original owner was quite tall; Willie could even sit cross-legged inside with room to spare.
He rested his head on the back of the chair, his wet eyes looking at Castin, silently urging him to continue.
Castin's words abruptly stopped, and his previously rigorous logical thinking was suddenly thrown into disarray.
It took him a long time to finally find his voice.
He walked to the medical cabinet door that had been blown open by the wind, and for some reason, his steps became unsteady.
Castin carried Willie on his back, because the boy couldn't see his eyes, only hear his usual calm tone.
"Just change the order of these bottles..."
As if he had planned it all along, he rearranged the medicine bottles covered in dense black text in just a few seconds, but Vili couldn't tell that they were any different from before.
Just as all of this was completed, a familiar clicking sound came from the air.
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