The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 2 Secret Room Interrogation
"Can he see us?"

Outside the thick glass window, Old Dirk was startled, and turned to look at Captain Dick beside him.

"Hard to say!"

Dick, who was also frowning tightly, pondered for a while before slowly saying:
"Witnesses to extraordinary events will have some strange abilities."

"Besides, after investigation, he may have come into contact with the extraordinary characteristics left by the Sequence 9 literati. The fact that he didn't lose control on the spot is enough to explain his uniqueness."

"You mean..." Old Dirk seemed to remember something, raised his hand and pointed to the next door: "The fragment of the ancient dagger that was carried by him before and lost its spirituality?"

"Yes!" Dick nodded and said, "It used to be a magical item made of Extraordinary properties."

After speaking, he raised his hand and knocked on the glass, reminded Mrs. Salier who was in the room, and pulled down the handle beside him again.

Amidst the strange roar of gear friction, the machinery behind Aiwen started to rotate crazily again.

The last stop of his sight was the slender silver pipe in the woman's hand across the long table, and a clear smile appeared on his face.

"Alvin, Alvin!"

It was still that classroom, and there were still loud shouts in my ears.

However, new content appeared in the notebook on the desk:
"I'm Alvin Stimson, if you see this sentence, it means I'm dead!"

"I had some arguments with the boys next to me and they wanted me to go..."

"Hehe, to be honest, I don't like guessing riddles!" Ivan smiled, tore off the page with the words written on it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Before the blurred figures in the classroom became distorted again, he reached out his hand familiarly, and took the rotten knife from the neighbor.

While gently scrubbing the pitted surface of the knife between his fingers, he wriggled the corners of his mouth and repeatedly chewed the tasteless paper ball in his mouth.

The playful expression began to look forward to new changes in the "plot".

And following his "submissive" movements, the impatient Si shouted in the classroom finally calmed down. Rows of figures with unclear faces stood up from their seats, walked to the door of the classroom stiffly, and turned their heads to look at him. .

Seeing this, he stopped probing, what would happen if he insisted on staying, got up and followed closely.

Walking out of the classroom, the mottled walls were riddled with potholes, exuding a rancid and unpleasant smell, and the gray mist outside the window seemed to have invaded the entire building, making the end of the corridor obscure.

At the end of the neatly lined up team, Aiwen moved his steps slowly, his eyes sweeping back and forth on the rotten walls on both sides.

When he saw a bathroom with an open door, an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on his face, he stepped forward, grabbed a boy's "feathered" arm, and said enthusiastically:
"I don't like guessing riddles, so I'm going to ask directly!"

After all, regardless of the opponent's struggle, before the other figures in the corridor could react, he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door with a "bang".

Immediately afterwards, there was an angry roar from the corridor, and a loud bang when the door was hit.

But no one knows what happened in the bathroom.

If you have to guess, you may only be able to see a hint of hidden danger from those white and tender hands that suddenly gripped the slender silver pipe tightly, with veins bulging from too much force, on the opposite side of the long rusty table illuminated by the chandelier in the secret room. end.

Time passed slowly, the outside was hit and sawdust scattered, and the wooden door of the bathroom, which was already crumbling, was finally reopened.

At the door, Aiwen wiped the scarlet liquid on his face, and towards the completely manic figure in the corridor, he shook his head regretfully and said:
"There is bad news, and good news!"

"The bad news is..."

While speaking, he suddenly raised his leg, kicked the most fierce "classmate" closest to him, stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of him, and the boy sitting next to him who had handed him the copper knife threw him into the bathroom.

Then, amidst the violent impact outside the door and the frenzied biting behind him, he closed the door with all his strength.

Using the sundries behind the door to withstand the broken lock, Ivan glanced at the hideous wound on his shoulder unconsciously.

He took a breath, turned his head to face the "boy" who was still biting wildly with his elbow against the wall of the bathroom, and said seriously:
"The bad news is, unfortunately, I wasn't the murderer."

"And the good news is, you're going to be the next lead."

"Don't worry, though! I'll help you put on the funniest clown makeup, so you don't have to work so hard to crack your mouth to the back of your head."

Talking to himself, he pressed it to the ground, then pinched the small wings covered with fine scales behind the opponent, dragged it to the toilet cubicle, and said with a low smile:

"So, please let me be very honored to show you the most exquisite technique of the Tribunal in dealing with aliens and defilers!"

"They have a long history, and can be traced back to the Haemonculus who took pleasure in it..."

Under the chandelier, the light and darkness are completely separated into a secret room that is opposite to each other. The lady whose face is hidden in the darkness lit the pipe in her hand with trembling fingers.

Opposite the smoky long table, with his limbs fixed on an iron seat, his eyes closed, and his face soft, the ordinary-looking Evan Stimson, with a weird smile on his face, suddenly opened his mouth, as if muttering Self-talking exclamation:
"What a tenacious spirit..."

"However, I probably know the context of the story!"

Almost at the same time, in the bathroom, Ivan glanced at the broken wooden door, came to the window, and jumped from the window a second before the wooden door of the bathroom was completely smashed.

But just as he was about to land, he suddenly opened his eyes in the secret room.

"Falling will free me from hallucinations... um, dreams?"

Just as Ivan was thinking secretly, the chandelier above his head suddenly went out.

At the same time, with the sound of the door lock turning, a ray of dim light shone on his face through the crack of the open door.

Looking along the dim light, he saw a tall man in a brown robe, but the oncoming light blurred his face.

However, when he looked deep into the gap between the other party and the door, he saw a dim gas lamp.

As well as the gray-black cast iron pipes connected to the gas lamps, a strange mechanical device is inlaid on the wall below.

Through the iron grille of the mechanical device, many old gears and rusty connecting rods can be vaguely seen.

Just as Ivan was looking at the weird machinery on the wall outside the crack of the door, there was a burst of crisp footsteps in the darkness, and it extended to the dimly lit doorway.

It was a lady wearing a black classic veiled dress, her hair was coiled up, a small bonnet hat, and a slender silver pipe in her hand. She had a pretty face, but her face was extremely pale at the moment.

She walked out of the room quickly, and closed the door behind her, completely plunging the secret room into darkness.

"What a foolish story!"

In the secret room, Aiwen, who was fixed on a chair and could not move freely, looked up at the boundless darkness, and murmured calmly:

"But I don't have the right to choose..."

As soon as the words fell, the complex machinery connected to the seat behind him began to rotate slowly without anyone operating it.

On the other side, at the location of the Mechanic Heart Squad in Tingen City, at the entrance of the underground corridor not far from the interrogation room, in the spacious lounge, all the members of the Mechanic Heart Squad gathered at this moment.

Among them, apart from Captain Dick and the gray-haired old Dick, there was also a young man in a formal suit and a top hat, and a young boy with disheveled hair and an immature face who sat upright like a primary school student.

Sitting around the long table together, they cast their eyes on Mrs. Salier, who was rubbing the sides of her forehead and her cheeks were bloodless.

After a long time, Salier opened her mouth and said slowly:
"Through the dream instrument and the observation of Ivan Stimson's dream, I learned that the participants in this extraordinary event are all students of Tingen City Technical College, and there are eleven in total."

Hearing the sound, Captain Dick, who rested his elbows on the table and folded his hands in front of his eyes, nodded silently:
"This is in line with the current number of missing ten students apart from Evan Stimson."

"please continue!"

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Summer lowered her head and tried to remember, her face paler.

"It should be noted that the following information is not the result of the normal development of the dream." She said slowly.

(End of this chapter)