I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 88 87. Don't need my help?

After gossiping, the fox-faced hunter returned to his normal voice, pointed to the direction where Lloyd had just left, and continued:

"After the record is completed, let the boy go, and don't let him participate in the follow-up. If something happens, we will be in trouble."

"Huh? Is he special?"

The pastor next to him asked curiously.

"Not just ordinary special, guess how long it took him to go from an ordinary college graduate to an executioner of the Holy Court?"

The fox-faced hunter said, raising a finger as a hint.

"One year?"

"One month."

"Isn't it amazing? Our boss also thinks it's amazing and is very angry... Have you heard about the big man in the Holy Inquisition? Just a few days ago, at the gathering of the high-level members of the cult, the big man used this kid as a gimmick and snatched the largest share of the talent training budget. That money was supposed to be for us to build a team..."

"This... we shouldn't discuss these things, right?"

"Of course, I'm just talking casually, you just listen casually."

"This amazing talent... No wonder he acts a little recklessly... Alas, I hope he can listen to my advice."

"No wonder he can ignore [Painful Gaze] and easily destroy the rituals here. The Holy Inquisition must focus on training and caring for such young people."

"Anyway, when I look at such young people, I always feel that the gap between people is really bigger than that of dogs. Haha, this damn era."

After chatting for a while, the three of them shook their heads, and then continued to be busy and began to investigate further.

Although the rituals here have been destroyed, the mastermind has not been caught yet, and this is the part that really requires time and effort.

After the fox-faced hunter searched the room carefully, he couldn't help but raise a question:

"Before I came up, I asked several people who had just fainted here. They all said that they had a big dream and didn't want to wake up."

The subordinates beside him asked suspiciously:

"Huh? This is wrong, right? As far as I know, [Painful Gaze] can indeed affect other people nearby in addition to targeting a single person, making people fall into a state of coma and headache, so it is a particularly dangerous and vicious ability. How could it be a dream?"

The priest Malos on the side thought about it and tried to speculate:

"Isn't it possible that the scene was not More than one criminal? Or more than one set of rituals? "

The fox-faced hunter shook his head and said his own opinion:

"I think it is more likely to be the power of the [Distortion] system. The guy codenamed 'Phantom Pain' may have actually been involved in that extremely dangerous system... In short, everyone should be careful, and it is best to hurry up..."

"Once he truly masters the power of [Distortion], he will become extremely dangerous until he dies suddenly!"

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On Lloyd's side, after answering a few questions briefly, the hunter in charge of recording signaled that he could leave.

Lloyd took the initiative to ask:

"Is there anything I can help with?"

He really didn't want to leave...

On the one hand, this is after all the place where my sister will work in the future, so naturally he has to pay more attention to ensure safety;

On the other hand, it is because he didn't get anything on this trip, and only got two skill fragments when destroying the ritual, and the rest didn't even have a bit of madness.

So he wanted to follow up on this matter to see where the bold maniac came from, and dared to destroy my sister's working environment?

Unfortunately, the hunter on the other side waved his hand to express his refusal:

"You should know that this kind of thing is the responsibility of our Sheng'en Court."

But Lloyd still said unwillingly:

"Of course I know this, but you see, I also said before that my sister works here, and I care about her safety, so I have to at least find out who would suddenly kill a craftsman?"

"This is not something that can be explained in two or three sentences. Maybe the victim has a vested interest in the murderer; it may also be that the victim has something the murderer wants; or even simply randomly injures people... You should know that those criminals are crazy and can do anything."

The other party's words made Lloyd difficult for a while. To refute, he had to change the question:

"Can I ask about something that has nothing to do with this case? It's just about your Saint Grace Court."

"Please go ahead."

Lloyd then asked a question that had been bothering him for a while:

"You must have received a lot of anonymous reports, right? How do you usually deal with them?"

Although the hunter didn't know why Lloyd asked this, he still gave a standard answer:

"I will read it, but I won't deal with every one of them. Some will be ignored, and some will be handed over to the local police station."

"I see, I thought every one of them would be taken seriously."

This answer made Lloyd feel disappointed. Maybe the anonymous letters he wrote were the ones that were ignored and handed over.

The hunter explained with a smile:

"You probably can't imagine how many anonymous letters we receive every day, and how many of them are meaningless."

"For example?"

"For example, an infertile husband finds out that his wife is suddenly pregnant and reports it to the 90-year-old neighbor next door; or a student does not do well in an exam and reports that the teacher teaches taboo knowledge; there are even writers who cannot continue to create serial works. , just report the readers for not tipping him...

If you want to hear this, I won’t be able to finish it for three days and three nights... Of course, if it is an anonymous letter of real value, we will take it seriously. "

Lloyd was relieved when he heard this.

The anonymous letter I sent was written very seriously, and the cause and effect, time and place were all included. It was not a waste of public resources.

Since the other party has said that he will take such valuable anonymous letters seriously, it means that anonymous letters are still a powerful weapon for him to punish evil, and the few letters he wrote before are also meaningful.

It's just that the cases handled by the Holy Grace Court will not be made public, which ultimately makes people feel less accomplished...

I hope those guys I reported to can be brought to justice!

Lloyd said something in his mind.

Since he didn't need to intervene in the remaining matters, Lloyd left the small building and crossed the cordon again.

Then I saw my sister running towards me, hugging me hard, looking up at her anxious little face, and asked with concern:

"Xiaoyi, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a small scene... By the way, is your editor okay?"

"Well, they're fine too. They're discussing the dream they just had in the nearby cafe..."

As Everol spoke, a look of envy actually appeared on her face:

"Speaking of which, everyone who fell asleep in the building just now seemed to have dreamed of wonderful things?"

"No matter how beautiful it is, it is just a dream after all. When you wake up, you still have to face the cruel reality..."

Lloyd sighed inexplicably, not caring about such a trivial matter at all, as long as no one got into trouble and no one went crazy.

He then turned to ask:

"Sister, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, how about we go home first?"

"Um...I'm sorry, Xiaoyi, the first issue is about to be published, and I really can't leave..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Sister, please do your work first. I'll buy some ingredients and go home. I'll prepare dinner for you when you come back."

"Yeah, I like Xiao Yi's cooking the best!"

When Everol said this, her big emerald green eyes looked elsewhere, not daring to look at Lloyd, looking a little guilty.

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Ten minutes after Lloyd left, on the street on the other side of the small building where the incident occurred, an injured patient was walking slowly with a cane, while glancing at the third floor of the small building from time to time.

He was dressed like an ordinary worker. His right eye was covered with gauze, and a patch of red blood oozed from it. His face was pale, and he was a little staggering when he walked. It seemed that he had just suffered a work-related injury and had just returned from work. Walking out of the hospital.

Some kind-hearted passers-by saw that he didn't even have a helper, so they kindly came over to ask if they needed help, but he politely refused, saying that they would go home on their own.

After walking half a circle around the small building, he slowly turned into a secluded alley, then put his free hand into his pocket and took out a handful of silver coins. Table knife.

The blade and handle of the knife were engraved with circles of exquisite and gorgeous patterns, which did not match his appearance of an ordinary worker.

He held the table knife, pulled hard on the back of his hand on crutches, made a cut, and wiped the gushing blood with the blade.

The pattern on the table knife immediately showed circles of strange dark red patterns, becoming like an unknown murder weapon.

"There was a change in our plan. Based on the divination conclusion, I killed the craftsman, but it also attracted the attention of the hounds. Before they noticed me, I had to escape outside the city as soon as possible..."

"But compared to this, what I just saw really frightened me, and I paid the price of one eye for it..."

"That is an existence that is difficult for me to describe to you, and I can't even imagine any words to describe it..."

"Anyway, let's talk about it when we meet. Arrange accommodation, food, wine, and women for me..."

The one-eyed worker murmured in a low voice, as if he was leaving a message to someone.

Then, he put the knife back into his arms, walked out of the alley, boarded a passing tram, and rushed out of the city.

During the process, he repeatedly adjusted and changed routes and tried a variety of means of transportation. After spending several hours, he finally arrived outside a luxurious manor on the outskirts of the city.

His mood suddenly became very relaxed, and he began to hum a pleasant tune.

"Since I haven't been caught up here yet, it means that I successfully escaped from the nose of the hound, haha ​​~ Holy Grace Hunter? But that's it..."

As he spoke, he stepped into the gate of the manor.

Then suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my body.

A series of gunshots rang out in his ears, causing blood to bloom on his body.

The sight in front of him immediately experienced a series of distortions.

The luxurious manor that was originally used to hide has gradually turned into a heavily guarded military camp with numerous guard towers?

The surroundings were already surrounded by Crusaders armed with new rifles.

"I...how the hell did I end up on the territory of the Holy Inquisition?"

Two chapters to update first, maybe another chapter later?