Chapter 160 Fire
'Everyone will die', the logic of this sentence is impeccable.
The words were written in blood and appeared in an attic filled with a weird atmosphere, which is intriguing.
The originally black and red handwriting suddenly turned deep red, and the coagulated blood seemed to become fresh, with drops of blood flowing downwards.
Jason used his weapon to cut open the dummy's skin, revealing a cylindrical wooden frame woven from willow branches.
"These should be the people who disappeared recently," Del said.
The clothes on these leather men were bitten to pieces by something, but one could vaguely tell that some of them were wearing patrol uniforms.
"The perpetrator hiding behind the scenes has announced to us that we may have to stay here for a while," Nick said in a deep voice.
In his opinion, this behavior is like a beast urinating in its territory to declare its sovereignty, which is extremely bestial.
"There is still an evil spirit that has not appeared. I don't know if it has left or is hiding." Jason frowned slightly, "This house can only be purified after the perpetrator is caught."
Torres asked, "Why not burn down this building where the evil spirit resides?"
Jason responded coldly: "You should learn more about the basics of the extraordinary world instead of asking such common sense questions."
Del turned his body to his teammates and whispered, "Flames can harm evil spirits, but only if the evil spirits stand still in the fire. If a human is possessed by an evil spirit, of course they can be burned to death, but if the evil spirits do not choose to possess a person, burning a house is meaningless. They can just dive underground and leave."
"The clues are gone. We only killed a few of the murderer's henchmen. We can only look for other clues in the town," Nick said with a headache. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go out and notify the patrolman to come and identify who these people are."
The combat manual stipulates that when entering a dangerous area to perform a mission, one must not be alone, so several people must advance and retreat together and walk out.
Nick walked in front, and when he walked down the stairs to the first floor, he reached out and took down the portrait: "This portrait was once inhabited by an evil spirit. Take it out and destroy it."
He casually handed the painting to Del behind him.
Crown asked for the painting and saw that the man's face in the portrait had become blurred and his eyes seemed to have been gouged out, revealing two creepy black holes the size of eggs.
If an evil spirit stays in an object for a long time, the object will undergo some evil changes, making it more likely to attract other evil spirits.
At this moment, the oil painting looks eerie and one can tell at a glance that it is not a good idea.
When they walked out of the house, they immediately discovered a cluster of leaves in the courtyard.
Jason laughed grimly, "Is this a hint to eat us? Unfortunately, the man-eating evil creature was too weak and broke its teeth."
On the street, James was walking back and forth restlessly, looking up at the door of the house from time to time.
Just now he heard the howling of wild beasts coming from the house outside, and now he was praying anxiously that the group of extraordinary people from the city were safe and sound.
If anything happens to these big shots again, we might not be able to stay in this small town anymore.
But as a police officer, if he deserts without receiving the order to retreat, he will face very severe punishment and will most likely be executed directly.
When he looked up again, he saw the investigators coming out and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was ready to stand at the gate and try to call those people to see if he could get a response.
If not, he would leave quickly and report the situation to his uncle, the sheriff.
James ran to the gate, and then he also saw the strange leaf pattern on the ground: "Officers, did you find anything in there?"
"There are some things that require your cooperation," Del waved his hand and said, "Come in and go upstairs with us."
"This," James hesitated and subconsciously wanted to refuse.
Torres had already strode over, opened the iron gate and grabbed his shoulder: "Let's go, this is your job. Don't worry, we will protect you and won't let you get hurt."
James was dragged inside with a bitter face, and said resignedly: "Let go, I'll follow."
He thought: "Those beasts howling must have been attacked by something. These people were able to walk out safely, so they must have some skills."
Thinking of this, the fear in his heart was reduced a lot.
Crown took out a bottle of holy water and sprinkled it evenly on the painting.
Wisps of blue smoke emerged from the painting. The oil painting was like paper corroded by sulfuric acid and immediately turned black.
He shook it gently, and the black ash was thrown out.
"Come on, let's go in again," Nick turned and walked into the house.
James was protected in the middle and everyone came to the attic again.
"Oh, good Lord, what have those bastards done?" the patrolman cried out in sorrow: "Rolf, Malakai"
He called out the names of those who were sitting there, stretched out his hand and then retracted it, not knowing where to put his hand.
Torres patted him on the shoulder and said, "Write down the names of these people and find out if there are any intersections in their social relationships. It will be up to your patrol team to find follow-up clues."
The Investigation Bureau is named as an investigation department, but it is actually a combat department that handles supernatural events.
They would be very good at dealing with evil spirits or monsters. For example, in the battle they just encountered, they easily defeated their opponents.
But it is a bit difficult for these people to be in charge of criminal investigation. After all, everyone has their own expertise, and "investigation" is not their strong point.
"I understand," James reached for his pocket with a shaky hand, trying several times before he could get his hand in.
He pulled out a small notebook and pen and scribbled something.
"Commanders, there are a few people here that I don't recognize. They should be the outsiders."
"Then take these human beings away?" Torres asked uncertainly.
Jason refused directly: "You can't take it away. The perpetrators haven't been caught yet. Who knows what hidden tricks might be left on these things."
"Let me draw the people you don't know," Crown motioned to the officer to hand him a pen and paper.
After continuous practice of drawing talismans, his painting skills have improved significantly, and he can now draw portraits that are 70% to 80% similar.
In fact, he didn't have much hope that the patrol team would find any clues. There were many suspicious points here. The clothes of these human skins were bitten to pieces, but there were no scars on their skin. He quickly drew out several people that the police officers could not recognize, and everyone began to retreat, and the house became quiet again.
The light in the room grew dimmer and dimmer, and an invisible hand grabbed the open door of the attic and gently closed it.
. . . .
Patrol Team, Elijah's office.
After Nick recounted the situation he encountered in the afternoon, he asked, "The problem with the house has been almost resolved, but the danger has not been eliminated. Judging from the appearance of the evil flesh and blood spell, there are still villains lurking in the dark behind the scenes.
How many extraordinary people are there in this town? Can we get useful information from them?"
Extraordinary people have keener insights and may notice some clues of abnormality.
Elijah answered without hesitation: "There are currently three extraordinary people, me, Father Peter, and Doctor Acrylic."
"doctor?"
"Yes, Acrylic is a dentist. We were childhood playmates. He has wizard talent and wandered around for many years. He returned to his hometown three years ago to retire.
His wizard talent is just as ordinary as mine, and he is still a first-level extraordinary person after all these years. After the disappearance incident in the town, I asked my old friends, but I didn't get any valuable information.
He is a bit withdrawn now, doesn't like interacting with people, and rarely pays attention to the outside world. He is still obsessed with doing experiments, and may not give up on advancing to become a Level 2 Transcendent. "
Nick nodded imperceptibly: "You guys are responsible for gathering the intelligence. Tomorrow we will go to the abandoned house you mentioned and take a look."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Elijah stood up, "I have arranged accommodation and dinner for everyone at Old Jim's tavern. I have already notified the owner to clean the guest room inside and out."
. . . .
In the evening, at the Shade Tavern.
After dinner, the investigators sat around the table in Nick's room to discuss things.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"There is insufficient intelligence and the work cannot be carried out," Jason said, holding a cigar but not lighting it.
Nick asked, "Have the cases you encountered before been this difficult?"
“How could that be? The team I was in before was the elite among the elites, responsible for difficult cases that most teams couldn’t solve.
Other teams will provide the most comprehensive intelligence support, and we only need to reach the destination and eliminate the enemy."
His experience is equivalent to no experience and is of no reference value.
The priest looked away and glanced at the other teammates: "Do you have any other ideas?"
Torres complained: "We can't rely on the patrol team here for intelligence. They have been aware of the disappearances for more than half a month, and the incident really started a long time ago. They have been investigating for such a long time and still have no clues. I think we can only rely on ourselves."
"Go on, how can you rely on yourself?"
"After curfew, we patrolled the town ourselves. I read the files carefully and found that most of the cases occurred at night."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Jason.
"I won't join the night patrol. If I have to fight evil creatures and cultists, I will do it. But I refuse to join the hard patrol.
This is not our job. If we can't find any clues, we will ask the bureau to dispatch a tracking and investigation team to assist us."
Torres smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything else.
"Jason, we are here to complete the mission, not to let you vent your temper," Nick said coldly.
The scarred warrior spread his hands and said, "I'm straightforward and I say what I mean. Captain, there is a problem with the personnel configuration of our team. We can only be responsible for attacking. If we have talents in exploration, it won't be so difficult to obtain intelligence, right? Liya's team has cooperated with us before. Everyone has seen their team configuration, right?! Long-range attack, close combat attack, elemental attack, and a spirit master who can reproduce the scene."
Clown came out to smooth things over and said, "Well, if we really can't investigate, we'll ask the bureau for help."
He knew that what Jason said was true. If he didn't have some long-range attack methods, their team would be composed entirely of melee ruffians, and the configuration would be extremely unreasonable.
He later joined Torres because of his plea, which was inconsiderate of him, and now he bears a great responsibility for causing trouble to the priest.
Nick stood up and put his hands on the table. "This is indeed the objective situation of our team. It won't change in the short term. But if I make a decision, I hope everyone will cooperate seriously."
"Understood," Crown and the others responded loudly.
The priest knocked on the table and said, "Everyone go back and rest. We will make plans tomorrow after we finish exploring the abandoned house."
Jason stood up and left without saying a word. Crown winked at Del and the other man, and they left together.
Torres closed the door of the room gently.
"Don't be angry. Torres's matter made things difficult for you. I didn't think too much about it at the time," Crown said somewhat embarrassedly.
When Del mentioned it at that time, he agreed without thinking much. In his past and present lives, he had always been a simple person without any scheming, so he was the one who lacked consideration.
Now that I think about it, the reason why the priest agreed to accept Torres was entirely because of his face.
He secretly warned himself that no matter what decision he made in the future, he must think twice before making it. The team's current situation had many shortcomings and he had to bear some responsibility.
If a ruler is not discreet, he will lose his ministers; if a minister is not discreet, he will lose himself; if a few matters are not discreet, harm will occur. He knew these principles, but only superficially.
"Nothing, I made the decision, and I considered all the possibilities. I'm not angry, Jason is actually a good person to get along with, he lays everything out in the open, I can handle it."
Nick waved his hand and continued, "As for you, I was surprised when you developed the ability to melt metal."
Crown smiled faintly and did not answer immediately.
The fact that he is also a spirit controller will eventually be exposed one day.
He planned to find a suitable opportunity to mention this to the priests and the higher-ups of the church. He would also tell them that he had the means to eliminate the influence of evil spirits, so that the church could also train controllable spirit masters.
This method can bring him huge benefits. If the Warlock Brotherhood knew about it, they would definitely be very jealous.
Now that he thinks about it, it was also very unwise for him to sell the Golden Talisman to Geralt.
"Hehe, I know a lot of tricks. When I become a third-level extraordinary person, I will talk to you about my abilities."
Clown decided to wait until he became a third-level transcendent before explaining the situation to the church's higher-ups. By then, his words would carry enough weight, and he would not be treated as a machine for making talisman water just because of his low status and light words.
After all, the current highest combat power of the Holy Fire Cathedral is only level three.
"Oh, that will probably take a long time," Nick raised his lips slightly, "When I become a level three expert, I will take time out every day to practice with you and help you improve faster."
"Then you need to hurry up. If I advance before you, I will only be a guest at your wedding, not a cook."
"Boom, boom!"
Outside the house, a heavy and rapid bell rang.
When the two heard the noise, they immediately rushed out.
Generally speaking, in a place like York, bells are only found in churches.
When this rhythm rings the bell, something big must have happened.
They ran out of the tavern and saw red light rising from the sky west of the town, and the gray fog rolling and dancing due to the impact of hot steam.
There's a fire. (End of this chapter)
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