Chapter 312 Bait Plan
"You've discussed the reward so quickly. It seems you're very confident about this commission."
The Eye of Wisdom chuckled, and then continued:
"That's a good thing. What we lack most right now is confidence. Many of the detectives who received the threatening letters have become pessimistic and hopeless. Although most of them are not Beyonders, they have been in the detective world for a long time and have some understanding of supernatural powers. The revenge of Beyonders is a terrifying thing for them."
"So, they haven't called the police yet and tried to accept official Beyonder protection? Is maintaining their independence and protecting their privacy more important than their lives?"
Angel asked curiously.
"Of course, they've already called the police and even tried to band together and live together to scare off the person behind the scenes. However, the official Beyonder—um, I mean the Mechanical Heart—hasn't contacted them. They're just secretly monitoring and protecting them."
"In secret... using them as bait?"
"Indeed, the man behind this threat mentioned in the letter that he would retaliate and kill all detectives on November 30th, but he definitely wouldn't keep his promise. That would be like walking into a trap," Wisdom Eye stroked his chin, which was covered with a faint white beard, analyzing the man like a detective. "He might launch the attack earlier. The date of the threat letter is just a pretext, or even a deliberate misdirection."
"So the official Beyonders also came to a similar conclusion. Therefore, they didn't directly contact the detectives, but instead hid in the dark, luring him out and arresting him?"
"Heh, that's the biggest problem. The Mechanical Hearts' primary goal is to capture the 'Apostle of Desire', solve the case once and for all, and bring the entire serial murder case to a close. However, the detectives who were unknowingly used as bait are clearly dissatisfied with their role, so they have commissioned me to find a powerful Beyonder to protect them in secret."
"You came to me?"
"You killed the 'Demon Dog'. Your strength is unquestionable. Moreover, you possess the means to interfere with the 'Demon's' ability to foresee danger. Being able to evade its predictions of danger is the most important thing. Our goal is to lure out the person behind this and kill or capture him, not to wait for the days to pass under protection. Official Beyonders can't maintain surveillance for long periods of time, but a vengeful person can look for opportunities every day."
Angel understood that this was caused by him selling the Beyonder characteristic of the "Demon Dog". The Eye of Wisdom, or the official Beyonder behind him, hoped that such a wild Beyonder who could kill Sequence 6 could contribute to this incident and even achieve a certain degree of cooperation.
But what if the Mechanical Heart takes me away as well after solving the incident?
"Before this gathering, I communicated with the 'Mechanical Heart'. They promised not to deal with the unofficial Beyonders who participated in the capture of the 'Apostle of Desire'. In exchange, all the things left behind by the Apostle of Desire will be handed over to them for disposal. Of course, a portion will be distributed as a reward afterwards, which should be no less than the bounty offered by the 'Devil Dog'.
"Believe me, compared to the Tyrant's Storm Church, the Steam Church has always had a good reputation in this regard. I can vouch for it with my reputation from hosting gatherings for so many years."
Seeing the reason for Angel's hesitation, the Eye of Wisdom added.
Tyrant... well, that description isn't wrong. Compared to the Mechanical Heart and the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers' ruthless and cruel methods against wild Beyonders have long been known. If the Eye of Wisdom had said that the Mandated Punishers would be in charge this time, I definitely wouldn't have participated... Of course, the Mechanical Heart also demands to take away all gains from the battle, such as Beyonder traits or possible magical items, and only pay out some money as a reward. This is the usual method of official Beyonders. They are not short of money, but they will not allow any Beyonder items to fall into the hands of outsiders.
Angel thought about it and nodded.
"How do they plan to 'lure' the Apostle of Desire to appear?"
She asked the most important question.
"This is the key to the whole plan..."
The Eye of Wisdom bent down slightly, moved closer to Angel, and spoke in a low voice.
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In the Hillston area, there is a three-story detached house with a good location but little sunlight.
Klein picked up an armchair and pulled it next to the fireplace. He placed it in a position where he could enjoy the warmth of the flames but not be too hot, and sat down.
In the living room, most of the other chairs were lying on the ground in a mess. A coffee table was overturned, and the coffee cups on it fell to the ground. Fortunately, the coffee in most of the cups had been drunk, so it did not stain the delicate carpet.
Isengard Stanton, with his thin, sharp features and sullen expression, gazed with his blue eyes at his assistant, a young man with brown hair and gold-rimmed glasses, who was tidying up the messy living room. He usually did clerical work, so this kind of task, which should have been handled by a maid, left him feeling a bit flustered.
"You should take this young man with you to the police station for protection, Mr. Stanton."
Kaslana, a woman with black hair, blue eyes, and slightly sagging cheek muscles, said that she was in her thirties and was a detective who seemed difficult to get along with.
"Didn't your assistant stay here too?"
Isengard pointed to a young woman next to Kaslana and said, the red-haired girl named Lydia smiled slightly and touched the large revolver on her waist, the meaning was obvious: I am capable of fighting.
Klein felt the still somewhat oppressive atmosphere and sighed quietly. His eyes glanced at the roaring flames in the fireplace, and his thoughts went back to half an hour ago.
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"It's been two days. How long will this matter last? My daughter and wife are still at home. Will that man do anything to them?"
A middle-aged detective with messy hair muttered. The coffee cup in front of him was almost empty, but he didn't pay any attention. Instead, he picked it up and brought it to his mouth, licking the last few drops of coffee. He pursed his dry lips and looked at the other people in the living room.
All those sitting here were detectives who had participated in the case of tracking down serial killers, made a lot of contributions, and received bounties. There were both men and women, young and old, and they were all like him, depressed and with sallow faces. It was obvious that they could not eat or sleep well and were on the verge of collapse.
"Two days? There are still more than ten days until the predicted time. What if he thinks it's hard to attack us together and continues to lie low? Do we have to stay like this forever?"
The young detective Stuart took over the conversation and glanced around until he finally landed on a detective with a thick beard and calm eyes.
"Sherlock, how long do you think it will take the police to catch that guy?"
Sherlock Moriarty sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a copy of yesterday's Tussock Gazette on his knees, but his eyes were not on the newspaper, but looking unfocused ahead.
After he reported the case this morning, he came to Eisinger Stanton's residence under the arrangement of the police. He learned that the police had gathered all the detectives who had received threatening letters here and protected them together.
Just one morning and noon of "house arrest" made him a little absent-minded and a little bored. As a mid-sequence Beyonder, if he felt this way, how could ordinary people who had been there for two days or even longer possibly endure it?
The nerves in the brains of these freedom-loving detectives have long been stretched to their limits. Perhaps in a day or two, or perhaps some news that makes them emotionally unstable, these nerves will snap, causing them to truly "break down"...
"I think we might not have a conclusion until November 30th, our scheduled 'death date'."
He answered casually, his voice low so that only Stuart beside him could hear it, so as not to irritate others.
But he obviously underestimated the pressure caused by the negative emotions shrouding the living room. Stuart heard this and shouted sharply:
"What? Until the end of the month? That's almost two weeks away!"
The words instantly reached the ears of all the detectives in the room.
"I definitely can't hold on any longer. I want to go home! Let him kill me!"
"No, I want to hide alone. You can kill me, but don't touch my family..."
"No, I don't want this!"
Shouts filled with anger and despair came one after another, making Sherlock, who had just arrived here, a little confused.
Were they really the ones who had been at peace for two days? Why did they suddenly have an emotional breakdown?
Isengard Stanton, the owner of this house, who had been sitting by the fireplace, frowned and looked at everyone. He stood up from his chair, his lips moving, and was about to speak to comfort them.
Swish——
A detective, whose lips had been pursed until they were pale, had already pulled out a revolver, pointed it at the moving Isengard, and cocked the hammer.
"Don't move! I want to go home. I'll kill anyone who stops me!"
The slight sound of the hammer being cocked was extremely harsh to the detectives in the room, and it also aroused their desire to protect themselves. The sound of guns being drawn rang out continuously, and in an instant, most of the detectives took out their own weapons and pointed them at the people they thought posed the greatest threat.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was tense.
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