In the City of Silver, in a cramped room.

"The Sun" Derrick Berg sat on the bed, quietly thinking back to the information about the Seven Gods he had obtained this time.

The names of gods he had never heard of and the seemingly plausible ancient myths were all showing him a new world that was completely different from the area where the City of Silver was located.

"Is that a land that has not been abandoned by the gods? Or, a land that is blessed by the new gods?" Derrick sat in the darkness without making any extra movements. Lightning flashed outside the window from time to time, bringing strong light.

He slowly focused his thoughts on the powers held by the seven gods, and compared them with the ancient gods such as Angerwede, the "Dragon of Imagination":

"The so-called 'God of War' is very similar to the Giant King Ormir, the 'Lord of Storms' has authority similar to the Elf King Soniatholem, and the 'Goddess of Night' seems to be a combination of Wolf King Flegra and Vampire Ancestor Lilith. The Eternal Blazing Sun, Mother Goddess of the Earth, God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and God of Steam and Machinery are all unsimilar..."

"Regarding myths and legends, I didn't listen carefully enough in class and missed a lot of things..."

"Huh, since there is no patrol mission during this time, let's go to the spire library and look up some information."

Derrick stood up suddenly and did what he thought.

His problem was also the problem of the vast majority of Silver City residents. When they received liberal arts education, their focus was on practical courses such as "Demonology", "Monster Taxonomy", "Talismanology", and "Basics of the Supernatural", all of which were knowledge that could be used to deal with monsters in the depths of darkness and increase the yield of edible plants. When they listened to auxiliary subjects such as "Mythology", they were often not focused enough.

If it weren't for the fact that the history of the City of Silver could unite the residents and enhance their sense of honor and mission, and the "Six-Man Council" was very strict in this regard, Derrick believed that he could only remember things that happened in the last twenty or thirty years at most.

Picking up the Hurricane Axe, Derrick walked out of the house and walked along the clean, simple but ancient and mottled cobblestone road to the outside of the twin towers in the north of the city.

The spires of the twin towers were the library, merit exchange point, and daily necessities distribution center of Silver City. The dome belonged to the "Six-Man Council", a magical item that was rumored to have supported Silver City for more than two thousand years, and was a warehouse for formulas and materials.

After entering the spire, Derrick went straight to the third floor and found the bookshelf where mythological materials and corresponding ancient books were placed based on his memory.

He had just set his eyes on a book about the creation myth and was about to take it out, but he found that a hand with slender fingers, fair skin and beautiful shape had taken the book away first.

Derrick looked along the arm, only took a glance, then lowered his head, put his hand on his chest, and greeted in a deep voice:

"Hello, Elder Lovia."

The person who took the book was the member of the "Six-member Council", "Shepherd" Lovia.

Lovia was wearing a black robe embroidered with many mysterious purple patterns, and her silver-gray hair was draped in a thick but slightly curly pattern.

Her face was smooth and fair, her eyebrows and eyes were majestic and beautiful, and she looked to be in her early thirties. Her pair of light grey eyes seemed to be able to see through the soul.

"Yeah." Facing Derrick's greeting, Lovia nodded slightly without saying anything else. She silently took the book and left between the two rows of bookshelves.

Elder Lovia seemed to have become normal again. Unlike before, she would switch between different states irregularly, sometimes crying, sometimes sneering, sometimes snorting, and sometimes being indifferent... This thought flashed through Derrick's mind subconsciously.

Suddenly, he felt inexplicably scared.

Because Elder Lovia is back to normal...

It's normal...

…………

After looking through all the files, Klein did not find any records about animals.

It is obvious that this issue was overlooked in the original survey.

“Well, I have to remember my previous thoughts. I can’t rashly investigate on my own. Not to mention whether I have enough special abilities to avoid the ‘devil’ and have a good grasp of danger, the possibility of running into the responsible night watchman is a very troublesome matter. My goal has always been to assist, analyze the case, make guesses, and judge the authenticity of clues…” Klein thought about what he should do.

After understanding the abilities of the "devil", he temporarily did not dare to hand over the task of investigating whether the previous suspects had pets to Stuart, as this might very well kill the other party.

"This is just a preliminary investigation without any direction. Stuart shouldn't encounter any problems. The 'devil' is not a group of lunatics from the Aurora Society and will not expose himself on his own initiative. Stuart will definitely be able to submit a report tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Maybe there are clues hidden in it that others can't detect." Klein stood up and paced back and forth in the living room with his hands in his pockets.

The difficult problem he is facing now is how to get the main investigators of the case to take animals into consideration as well.

It would definitely not work if I mentioned it directly, as that would arouse suspicion. The same would be true if I guided it too obviously... Alas, I'm not an "audience" and I don't have extraordinary abilities in this area... Klein thought carefully and deliberated carefully, and finally decided on a plan.

He took out a piece of letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote quickly:

"Dear Mr. Stanton:"

"I thought of a question. When the detectives discussed it before, they all thought that the murderer's killing action was very skillful, with no signs of awkwardness. He was very experienced. They believed that this could not be innate, and must have been based on rich experience, such as surgical students in medical school or butchers in a butcher shop."

"I used this to speculate that he might have done similar cases before. This is one direction of investigation and is also my current focus."

"But after thinking about it over and over again over the past two days, I think this is incomplete. Maybe he doesn't gain experience by killing people."

"Is it possible that he practiced on poor animals? Living animals of different species?"

"It's impossible to count the number of animals that die in Backlund every day, and no one knows about the number that disappears deep in the sewers. These are great training subjects."

"The above is my immature opinion. I hope to communicate with you."

"Sherlock Moriarty."

Klein did not directly mention that the murderer might be a demonized animal. He found another reason to practice, hoping that Isengard Stanton would use this to pay attention to the neglected "animal world" and alert the official Beyonder in charge.

As he wrote, he suddenly felt that this was also a direction.

The reason why the "devil" has not been caught is that it spends most of its time hunting animals.

And animals killing animals is not something to be concerned about.

That's all. I hope it can inspire them... Klein folded the letter, dressed neatly, and went to the mailbox at the end of the street to post it.

Fifteen minutes later, Lawyer Jurgen looked at Detective Sherlock passing by the oriel window one after another, and finally couldn't help but open the door and asked politely:

"Mr. Moriarty, did you forget your keys?"

“Uh, I guess so.” Klein forced a smile.

"Why don't you come to my house? After dinner, you can go back after dark. I know that you private detectives are very good at climbing." Jurgen invited with a serious expression.

Is this possible? Klein was stunned for a second, then smiled sincerely:

"It's my pleasure."

Lawyer Jurgen’s grandmother is a great chef!

And you can pet a cat at the same time!

…………

After it was completely dark, Klein, who had eaten and drunk his fill, rested at home for a while, then left Minsk Street with his cane.

He planned to go to Rose Street in the South District of the Bridge again to ask Bishop Utravsky about the origin of the "Master Key".

With the help of the "divination staff method", he successfully arrived at the Harvest Church in the dead of night and sneaked in along the same route as last time.

However, Bishop Utravsky did not confess in the church hall tonight. There were only rows of seats in the silence and darkness.

"Rest?" Klein walked towards the living area behind the hall with a puzzled look.

As soon as he turned the corner, he suddenly found Bishop Utravsky, who was as tall as a giant, walking up the stairs of the basement, and the heavy stone door there was slammed with a bang.

Who did he imprison in the basement? Klein instantly thought of a series of unhealthy news.

Bishop Utravsky looked up and saw Klein in the same disguise as before. He was also quite surprised. After a pause, he asked:

"You haven't found your way home yet?"

...Do I look like someone who has been lost for so long? Klein forced a smile and said:

"Father, I am not lost."

“You think that formula is fake? That’s impossible…” Bishop Utravsky frowned and stopped halfway up the stairs.

This way, he would be as tall as Klein.

“No, that’s true,” Klein answered honestly.

At this moment, the stone door of the basement was knocked again, becoming more and more intense, accompanied by a male voice saying "Let me out".

"What is this?" Klein couldn't help but ask.

Bishop Utravsky smiled gently and said:

"A vampire."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the basement shouted:

"What's wrong with vampires? Should vampires be locked up here by you? Should they listen to your nagging and chanting scriptures every day? Bah, I am a noble blood clan, don't describe me with such a vulgar name!"

"I tell you, I worship the moon and will never convert to Mother Earth! Give it up, you damned priest!"

This was the first time Klein had met a real vampire, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Father, where did you catch him?"

Bishop Utravsky looked at Klein with a rather strange expression and said:

"He is the original owner of the 'Master Key'."

"One day, he got lost and walked into this church."

…Klein seriously considered whether or not he should carry the “Master Key” with him in the future.

Fortunately, I know how to tell fortunes... he thought thankfully.

“It just so happened that he was craving for blood, and I discovered the abnormality.” Bishop Utravsky added with a smile.

"Bah, don't mention blood to me! What I need is the blood of a beautiful girl, not the blood of a dirty old man like you!" The vampire in the basement suddenly became angry.

Bishop Utravsky explained without any anger:

"When he craves blood, I'll give him some of mine."

Klein nodded and looked carefully again. He found that the heavy stone door of the basement was engraved with the "Holy Emblem of Life" and many mysterious symbols, forming a complete seal.

During the day, when more people are praying, even the sound might not be heard... Klein made a preliminary judgment.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Bishop Utravsky asked.

Klein answered calmly:

"I wonder where the 'skeleton key' originally came from."

“Then you have to ask him.” Bishop Utravsky pointed to the basement.

The vampire inside suddenly became quiet, and then smiled leisurely:

"Friend, I can answer your question."

"But the prerequisite is that you rescue me first."

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