strictlysupreme Chapter 604 I discovered the true form of the [Moon]?
Chapter 604 I discovered the true form of the [Moon]?
Chapter 604 I discovered the true form of the [Moon]?
"Damn it, a bunch of vulgar people who don't understand how wonderful dolls are..."
Emlyn emerged from Baron Casimi's residence still seething with anger, muttering under his breath. The mocking laughter of those men seemed to still echo in his ears, an unbearable sound.
So what if they found their goal a little earlier than me? What's there to be proud of!
I'm going out to investigate tonight, hiring a detective, and communicating with "Justice" and Bishop Utravsky. I refuse to believe that with so many methods, I can't find a single target.
Oh right, and there's also the Magician's notebook... I might as well just borrow it from her. If I see a target, I'll act immediately, the faster the better!
Anger had clouded Emlyn's judgment. He no longer cared about the exorbitant rent, and instead rushed back to his lodgings, intending to pray to the Fool and borrow "Lynorman's Travel Notes" from the Magician!
However, his anger did not last long; he calmed down by the time he reached his doorstep.
Forget it, I'm short on money too... I can borrow it later when I actually find someone I like.
Emlyn thought to himself, "I should prioritize finding people..."
Thinking this, he reached out and grabbed the doorknob.
A gentle night breeze swept by.
"Who?!"
Emlyn suddenly froze, then turned around, looking around warily. He sensed someone watching him. But after looking left and right, he found nothing, and his spiritual instincts gave him no warning.
Is it just psychological... because I was in such a bad mood today that I'm being a bit sensitive?
Emlyn muttered to himself, opened the door, and went back into his own home.
St. Samuel Cathedral, underground.
On the table in front of Lu Ze, files were piled high, forming two small mountains. He held a thin on-site report in his hand, reading it intently.
[The activities of the Senior Deacon of Sylvester on that day:]
Between 8:00 and 10:00 a.m., the five captains of the Red Gloves in Backlund were summoned separately.
At 11:00 AM, I went to the library alone to look up information;
At 3 PM, a lecture on the classics of the Goddess was held, attended by several nobles, including Earl Hall and Viscount Last...
At 6 PM, after dinner, I told the waiter I wanted to rest and pray, and someone arranged a prayer room in the basement...
At 10 p.m., because the scheduled time had passed, the waiter went to inform them, only to find that Sylvester was already dead.
On-site investigation:
The deceased was kneeling on the bed, his hands gripping his neck, appearing as if he had strangled himself. His spirit was released, and he appeared to be in a normal state.
There were no signs of a struggle in the room, but there were indications of a struggle on the deceased's body. He seemed to have attempted to transform into an incomplete mythical creature, but for some reason, stopped early in the transformation process...
"Um?"
Upon reading this, Lu Ze frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something amiss.
As a Sequence 4 being whose divinity is insufficient, activating the incomplete mythical creature state is essentially a gamble with one's life, and recovery is extremely difficult. However, under the circumstances, facing a life-or-death crisis, it was a reasonable choice... But Deacon Sylvester did not proceed.
Was it a voluntary ending or a forced abandonment?
Considering the bizarre method by which the other party killed themselves, Lu Ze couldn't help but think of an extraordinary method: the audience. They possess the ability to manipulate the human mind, hypnotizing their targets and making them act according to their will.
But for a Sequence 4 to kill you without resistance, you'd have to be at least a Sequence 3 "Dream Weaver"... Psychological Alchemy? Is the killer that damned "King of the Black Sea," Baros Hopkins?
Lu Ze felt this might be a breakthrough in the case, so he wrote the information down on a piece of paper.
He looked at the file again, focusing on the other party's whereabouts that day.
If there truly was a mole, then he was very likely among the people he came into contact with that day. Was he one of the five captains of the Red Gloves, or the servant responsible for looking after him, or some handyman... or perhaps not a mole at all, but someone among those nobles...?
Lu Ze thought to himself, trying to find some clues in the case file.
It was obvious that he wasn't cut out to be a detective; no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find any clues and had to give up in the end.
If the cause of death and the killer don't lead to a conclusion, then try other directions, such as the motive for the crime.
Why did the murderer break into the dangerous Night Church and kill a high-ranking deacon of the church?
"Thump thump thump!"
Just as Lu Ze was lost in thought, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and someone ran to his office door. Soon, there were three knocks.
"Come in."
Lu Ze tossed the file aside and said in a cold tone.
The door was then pushed open, and walking in was none other than his former colleague, Leonard Mitchell.
"Your Excellency Ishmael."
Facing the outwardly cold Lu Ze beneath his disguise, the usually carefree poet became unusually serious. "We spoke with the vampire's contact, and the result..."
"In the end, they didn't offer any help, right?"
Lu Ze asked, as if he had anticipated this.
"Yes, they brushed it off, saying they found no relevant incidents."
"How is that possible?"
Lu Ze smiled. "The Primal Moon" is the enemy of the vampires, its beliefs clashing with theirs. Because it's a struggle on a matter of faith, they would be most sensitive to the enemy's presence. "So, this is all the news you've brought back for me?"
"Of course not."
Leonard quickly added, "Captain Soster is still negotiating over there and plans to arrange for people to track the movements of those vampires behaving abnormally..."
As he spoke, he handed over a document.
"This contains a list of vampires in Backlund, as discovered by the Church..."
Compared to demons, vampires have relatively good control over their race, achieving a degree of symbiosis with human society. The Church also cautiously maintains continuous observation of them, not intending to take any coercive measures until they exhibit any outrageous behavior. However, even so, they try to investigate relevant personnel to ensure they are not completely unprepared in the event of hostility.
Lu Ze took the stack of files and flipped through them casually. Suddenly, a somewhat familiar face caught his eye.
Emlyn White.
No. 48, Hewan Avenue, South District of Daqiao.
A Sequence 7 vampire, whose parents are both doctors.
Hmm? This guy, isn't he the vampire who visited Klein back then?
Why do I feel like I've seen this aura of his before?
Lu Ze recalled for a moment, and suddenly, he connected the young, handsome, and slightly arrogant face in the photo with the blurry presence behind the gray fog.
Could it be that this thing is... the moon?
That seems possible!
He knows Klein, and it's possible that he was brought into the Tarot Club by him. Moreover... it seems that during the last transaction, he was looking for extraordinary individuals who believed in the "Primordial Moon"!