The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 86 "Stage Play"

At this moment, Klein suddenly noticed that there was a hasty knock on the door from outside the dark and cramped room.

"Major Isaac, there is something new that needs to be reported to you!"

"come in."

The white-faced and beardless youth, or Major Isange, slowly restrained his "gentle" smile, turned his head and responded briefly.

A man in a black windbreaker and a wide-brimmed jazz hat quickly entered the room and whispered in his ear for a while.

Perhaps the news brought by his subordinates was too important. Klein, who was thinking about whether the title of major was related to a certain country's military, suddenly noticed that the fingers of Major Isange, who was not in a hurry, were visibly trembling while holding the vise for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly dropped the blood-stained tool, and asked in disbelief, "You mean... he's crazy?"

"Yes, Captain Brad was rummaging through a trash can for rotting food scraps when we found him!"

The subordinate nodded slightly and his voice was very low, but it was still clearly heard by Klein from the perspective of a bystander.

Afterwards, he noticed that Major Isaac left the room in a hurry, and the whole "performance" was like a giant curtain falling, completely covered by the surging gray-white mist.

On the long ancient and mottled bronze table, Klein slowly opened his eyes after the dream divination ended.

Stepping above the gray mist, he played the fool all the time, still maintaining a mysterious posture, and suddenly chuckled:
"It seems that some official forces have been involved, or they were one of the causes of the shooting at the dock warehouse in Tingen City, which was contaminated by unknown existence!"

"And if you want to continue the investigation, you will have two options:

First, Major Ethanch left in a hurry. He must be looking for Captain Brad, who may have gone crazy. During this period, he had two to three hours to look for the bloody Pete who was secretly detained by the other party, and figure out the matter. The ins and outs.

Second, continue to use dream divination, change the target to Major Isange, monitor what the other party does next, and who they meet, but because the duration of dream divination is too short, there is a high probability that only some fragmentary information can be obtained . "

While thinking about it, Klein habitually tapped the rusty desktop with his knuckles. After repeated weighing, he finally chose the second method to continue the investigation.

Because the first method seems to be able to take advantage of the gap when Major Isange led people away, but in fact Tingen City is not a sparsely populated town. There are tens of 10 people living in Guangdong District. difficulty.

On this point, he has recently been instructed by Mr. Azik to discover that there is something incongruous in his own destiny, and he followed the clues to find out that the murderer behind the scenes lived in a detached villa with a withered lawn and a dark red roof, but because he could not determine The specific location caused the search progress to fall into the embarrassing situation of finding a needle in a haystack.

From this, he quickly came to the conclusion that he alone could hardly achieve the goal within two or three hours.

After deciding on the direction of the investigation, Klein wrote a new divination statement on the paper with the round-bellied pen that appeared after a little thought:

"The current status of Major Ethanch."

Immediately closing his eyes, he fell back again as if falling into a deep sleep.

The "curtain" condensed by the gray-white mist slowly opened and then closed again, repeatedly showing the serious cheeks of the white-faced and beardless Major Isange.

In view of the danger behind the shooting case contaminated by unknown existence, Klein can't use dream divination to directly check Captain Brad, who is very likely to fall into madness.

He could only use this clumsy method to advance the progress of the investigation over and over again, until his spirituality was almost exhausted under repeated divination, and a needle-like tingling pain appeared in his mind.

On the stage shrouded in gray fog, the unchanging "plot" finally ushered in a turning point.

In a suspected wealthy residential area, at the corner of the street surrounded by flower gardens, Major Isange's rental carriage slowly stopped.

After the two got out of the car, there were no crazy or weird figures around.

After the crisp sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, the figure of the rental carriage disappeared into the far corner of the street, and then Isange's men led him through the alley between the two townhouses, and came to the corner of another villa. backyard.

Here, after the servants carefully select the food wasted in a large number of dinner parties, the remaining leftovers are poured into vats, waiting for the vendors in the slums to carry poles in the morning and sell them for two to three pence a barrel Discounted prices swept away.

After they add black bread mixed with sawdust, or a lot of bad potatoes, they sell it to the hungry poor for a half penny per meal, or a penny for all they can eat.

Of course, not all vendors in the slums are competent for such "oily" jobs as reselling leftovers from banquets in rich areas.

Looking at the large amount of wasted food on the "stage", Klein suddenly remembered that when he just crossed over, Benson was the only one working at home, and there were always bread sticks mixed with sawdust that could serve as murder weapons on the dining table.

However, once Benson had an accident, Melissa would inevitably face the tragic situation of dropping out of school and entering a factory, where she would suffer from various occupational diseases in an unprotected job.

The heavy reality made Klein couldn't help but secretly sighed. Major Isange, who performed hard "on the stage", finally climbed over the fence under the guidance of his subordinates, and found the figure he had been looking forward to for days.

"Brad?"

Looking at Captain Brad, who was lying next to the swill bucket, eating like a pig in a barn, his bloated body was covered with pungent oil stains and dirt.

Once upon a time, the other party carefully took care of the two curls, and the slightly raised mustache drooped on both sides, and the mouth made a bad sound of "bajibaji" from time to time.

Finally, Colonel Isange, who has always been known for his calmness, rushed forward out of control, grabbed the opponent's oily collar and lifted it up, roaring in a low voice towards his cheek:
"Captain Brad! What the hell are you doing?"

Maybe it was Isange's roar that played a role, and the chaos in Brad's eyes was gradually replaced by clusters of confusion.

In a trance, he carefully looked at the flushed young man in front of him for a while, and a heart-warming smile suddenly appeared on that cheek covered with swill residue.

Then, as if conditioned reflex, he raised his short and thick arms, straightened the other party's collar, and murmured nervously:
"Major Ethan, the Kingdom of God will descend from the stars, and everyone will be judged, including me and you!"

"Run away, run away, hahaha..."

After all, Brad broke free from Isange's tearing, laughed wildly and fell to the ground, his small eyes were once again occupied by chaos and madness.

"He... is really crazy!"

Looking at the guide who once led him into the extraordinary and climbed up to the position of major in MI[-] step by step, even if he only left a baron title in his family, he always demanded his teacher with the strictest aristocratic creed. The captain of MI[-], who has been loyal to the Loen royal family for generations, now looks like this.

Unable to accept the blow, Isange took a few trembling steps back, and when the quick-sighted subordinates beside him hurried forward to try to reach out to help them, they didn't want to be thrown away by them, and shouted loudly with red eyes:
"Go away, I'm not that vulnerable!"

Immediately afterwards, he took another deep breath, raised his finger and pointed to Brad who climbed to the side of the slop bucket to feast again, and said in a trembling voice:
"Lieutenant Martin, I order you to channel Captain Brad, and I will assist you."

As soon as the words fell, Martin, who was in a dilemma, immediately retorted hesitantly: "But... this will cause irreversible damage to Captain Brad's soul. After all, he is a living person."

"No but!"

However, what Martin did not expect was that Isange not only rejected his kind reminder, but also stepped forward to stare at him with eyes that were about to breathe fire, and said through gritted teeth:
"The royal family doesn't need lunatics who can't take care of themselves, and MI[-] doesn't need useless trash... This is a stain and a disgrace, Lieutenant Martin!"

"I...understood." Martin nodded heavily.

He knew what Isange wanted to express. MI[-] was not Backlund's private enterprise, and there was no situation where the boss was in a bad mood and made a jerk on the spot.

For people like them, they either have to leave enough pensions for their families, or they can only go to the dark and climb to a higher position.

In the end, with the assistance of Isange and another colleague who was in charge of tracking here, Martin took out the materials he carried and the items needed for the ceremony, and started a living psychic ceremony for Captain Brad who was unaware.

However, what everyone, including the bystander Klein, did not expect.

When Martin went deep into Captain Brad's chaotic subconscious world with the help of the ceremony.

In the next second, the crimson moon that was originally hidden in the sky suddenly emitted an astonishing blood-red light, looking down on everyone present like an indescribably ferocious giant eye.

At the same time, melodious bells floated from the extremely distorted void.

At some point in the dilapidated city hanging over the city of Tingen, a creepy and strange whisper came faintly:
"The night is full of blasphemous filth, filled with the stench of sin..."

"Curse them, these beasts!"

"Together with their offspring, go to destruction in the endless killing and hunting!"

(End of this chapter)