Chapter 665 Angel comes back from the dead?
Early Monday morning, in the basement of Saint Samuel Church in the northern district of Backlund.
Leonard Mitchell, with messy black hair and a windbreaker casually draped over his body, grabbed a file bag and sneaked into the office of the "Night Watcher" on duty.
His target, Daly Simone, was wearing a black robe that almost never changed. She hadn't had time to put on eye shadow and blush on her face. Her skin, which was so pale and somewhat sickly, looked a little haggard as she yawned constantly.
Seeing that the other night watchmen from the "Sleepless" path had already left and Daly was the only one left in the room, Leonard locked the door, sat on the soft sofa, and threw the file bag on the table.
"If unmarried men and women like us lock our doors and stay in the office secretly, it won't take long for the rumor to spread throughout Backlund."
Daly glanced at him and pointed out the inappropriateness of his behavior in a nonchalant tone.
"Never mind that, Ms. Daly, the letters from the Night Watchmen of Dixie County and Enmat Port have arrived."
He pointed to the file bag on the table, and without waiting for the other party to respond, he opened it and shook out the two sheets of drawing paper inside.
Seeing this, Dai Li didn't bother to tease him. She came forward and took a piece of paper. Her eyes quickly scanned the paper and her brows furrowed.
"This is the portrait of 'Irene Watson' in the mind of Sheriff Dule, who was transferred to Port Enmat. It was drawn by your former colleague, Bell Clement, in his dream. The other one was a reconstructed appearance by 'Red Gloves', who was on a business trip to Dixie Bay, and found Mrs. Wallis, who had seen Irene before, through psychic communication."
Leonard explained as he unfolded another portrait in his hand.
It depicts a young woman with long hair flowing down her shoulders, sculpted features, an elegant chin, and slightly thin lips. There are also notes about some features that the sketch cannot show:
She has long light blond hair, purple eyes, and is about 1.75 meters tall.
"She bears an 80% resemblance to the 'Eileen' from Chuck Hopper's memory... Considering the differences in their memories and the inevitable errors in transferring the portrait, it's almost certain that Hopper, Wallis, and Durer saw the fake 'Eileen Watson' before she transformed into a black-haired, round-faced figure... No, perhaps even the name is fake."
Putting down the two portraits, Daly leaned back and half leaned on the sofa in the duty room and said.
"Then how can you be sure this image is real? Since she can disguise her appearance, this image might as well be stolen!"
Leonard retorted subconsciously.
"This is just a simple inference. If Erin Watson could change her appearance at any time, then why did she choose to present herself in such a memorable image when she first arrived in Backlund?" Daly ignored the emotion in the other person's words and replied calmly, "The only possibility is that she didn't have the ability to disguise herself when she first arrived in Backlund. It wasn't until some time later that she truly possessed the ability to change her appearance. Only then did she step out from behind the scenes and step forward to become the 'Fortune Teller' Erin."
"Fortune teller..."
Leonard muttered repeatedly, his eyes fixed, and he exclaimed:
"You mean 'Faceless Man'?"
"Not necessarily. Other channels also have the ability to disguise themselves. As far as I know, the 'audience' channel allows one to disappear from the eyes of others, or to become another face, a face that is easily forgotten."
"But can the 'audience' completely transform into another person? Only the Faceless Man could achieve this, becoming like... like Angel Granger who died in Tingen City..."
Leonard stared at the two portraits on the table, his lips pursed tightly until they turned almost white.
He suddenly reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker and pulled out a wrinkled notebook. He unfolded one of the pages, which was covered with densely written words, connected by different lines and arrows.
Daly stood up curiously and walked over to him, looking at the notes.
"The 'Aurora Order's Death' case in Hillston, the 'Kapin Assassination' case in Cherwood, and the tarot cards at the crime scene... Lanevus? His body was also covered in tarot cards, and his death was bizarre. It was as if someone had copied the scars of all the Nighthawks who died in the Tingen Massacre onto him..."
She read the key words in the notes, followed the arrows to the center of these events, and frowned.
"Fool?"
"Yes, you reminded me of this," Leonard pointed at the word with his red-gloved finger, then turned to a specific page. "You once said that many people were searching for an organization that believed in the Fool. And the murderers who killed Lanevus, Capin, Ms. D, and assassinated Duke Negan's Apostle of Desire all left tarot cards at the scene as identification... This made me connect the two organizations."
This statement was a bit far-fetched, but Leonard couldn't possibly claim that the source of this inspiration came from the "old man" parasitic in his body. Fortunately, Daly didn't delve too deeply into it, but instead looked at another term in the notes that recorded "The Fool" and His honorific name:
"Sherlock Moriarty, who is he?"
"I'm tracking another target with a questionable identity. He's also involved in multiple Tarot card cases and even appeared in the Backlund smog incident. He had contact with Prince Edessak, who colluded with a cult and committed suicide out of fear of punishment... I think, I think..."
Having said that, Leonard looked at Daly, his green eyes filled with deep doubt.
"...He looks a bit like Klein Mo, who also died in Tingen City..."
At this moment, there was a noise outside the duty room, followed by the sound of continuous footsteps running deeper into St. Samuel's Church.
Knock, knock! There was a knock on the door. The person turned the doorknob without waiting for a response. After finding that it was locked, a translucent spirit passed through the door directly, opened the lock with his hand, and pulled the door open.
"You are in there, Daly...and Leonard?"
The one who scored the goal violently was Soster, the newly minted "Spirit Wizard" captain of the Red Gloves. He glanced oddly at Daley and Leonard, who were sitting together, as if he wanted to say something. But his expression quickly turned serious, and he waved his hand hastily.
"Everyone get to Chanis Gate, it's been invaded!"
What? The Chanis Gate of Saint Samuel's Church, the most heavily guarded and most powerfully sealed place in the entire Loen Kingdom, was invaded?
Leonard's face paled. He instantly recalled the heartbreaking battle in Tingen, the conspiracy orchestrated by Ince Zangwill to obtain the ashes of the Saint sealed within the Chanis Gate, and the captain, Klein, who had died that day and whom he had buried personally, and who had appeared in his dreams from time to time. And...
...Angel Granger.
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"Long time no see, Sylvia Langdon. Perhaps I should call you Mrs. Soren now?"
Angel, who once again used the "hypocrisy" ring to disguise himself as Irene Watson, emerged from the mirror world and stood in the luxuriously decorated bedroom that almost occupied half of the third floor of the villa. He chuckled and said.
Sylvia, wearing a silk nightgown and with her black hair draped behind her, looked a little pale, though her face had changed a little, but she still looked about 70% the same as she did during her Backlund period. She subconsciously wanted to communicate with the various mirrors scattered throughout the villa and leave immediately.
But after a moment, her tense expression relaxed, she smiled a little, and said in a soft tone:
"I didn't expect to see you again in Trier, my dear niece."
She had discovered that except for the magic mirror that she kept close to her body as a last resort, all the mirrors nearby had lost contact with her.
This meant that less than a year after she first met this Erin Watson in Backlund, she had been promoted from a "witch" to the Witch of Despair.
A demigod two levels higher than himself!
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