Shadow Apostle

"Slow down, slow down."

"Set it here."

"An old bedding, three glass wine bottles, and a polished piece of iron."

"Two slices, no, two and a half slices of moldy black bread."

Under the dim gas light, a large number of items were spread out and placed one by one on the warehouse floor.

The plainclothes policeman was pinching his nose to record the items involved in the case. There were quite a few items, and a large pile was already piled in front of Monica and Horst.

"How is the situation over there at the Star family?"

"Still digging, there are no valuable clues at the moment."

"I heard the newsboy shout, two are dead and seven are missing?"

"Well, the ones who died were the guests' entourage, and the ones who disappeared were all the servants of the Star family, except Viscount Star himself."

"Why do you sound so full of regret? You look like not many nobles died."

"I'm not, I didn't. If you talk nonsense, I will give you special training now." Monica glared at him, "It has been determined that the cultists caused disasters and intended to murder the nobles of the kingdom. The Hall of Justice responded in time and crushed the evil. The conspiracy of the believers, but unfortunately Viscount Star died for his country. The title and property will be inherited by the eldest son, second son, and three daughters who have not been found yet. "

"Huh? What about primogeniture?"

Monica sneered: "It is said that officials from several city governments argued over the characterization, while the succession issue was ultimately decided by the Marquis of Wien."

"Hiss, His Excellency the Marquis looks ordinary, but his methods are quite ruthless. This family is basically finished. It is more ruthless than Viscount Dingsta's crime against humanity in colluding with the cult."

Monica showed a look of disgust: "What if the kingdom's nobles colluded with the cult? Half of the aristocratic circle almost went completely crazy overnight? I guess no regular newspaper dares to..."

"Sir, Chief Veronica, there is something discovered here."

Monica and Horst looked at each other and followed quickly.

In the corner of the wall blocked by those debris, Horst saw a very familiar big hole.

This was the cave where the three priests escaped.

"It looks like it was dug in by a human-faced rat." Horst poked at the edge of the hole, "I saw it yesterday."

"Well, it seems that this is probably the place where they store the victims' relics." Monica raised her voice, "Have you guys found out who is using this place?"

"Sir, I just found out that it is a company called Nordland Minsheng Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Products Company, which specializes in trading agricultural and animal husbandry products. They have rented this warehouse for more than four months."

"I know, let them continue to investigate this company." Monica frowned, shook her head, and whispered, "With such a big hole, it is difficult to tell whether this company is related, but let them investigate first. Bar."

"Actually, I don't quite understand. Why would the murderer keep these things? Even if the serial killer collects trophies, it is impossible to move all the relics away."

"serial killer?"

"No, it's nothing. I just made it up casually. That's not important."

"If it's an ordinary murder, the relics really don't matter." Monica didn't care and explained, "But if the murder is related to mystery..."

"Like a sacrificial ceremony?"

"Well, that kind of relic will be related to the mysterious ritual and become a mysterious related item. Although the correlation is very weak, sometimes it will also reveal his own information. It is best to deal with it together, otherwise it will be easily exposed."

"But what's going on in the Twilight Zone? Does it have to be flown away?"

"Such small warehouses are only found in the Twilight Zone. The train station in the Cross District and the port in the Twin Towers District are both large cargo warehouses, and the personnel are very chaotic, making it difficult to hide secrets. I was thinking... Hey, 伱."

Monica suddenly raised her eyebrows, strode to the entrance of the cave, and kicked over a young policeman who was about to crawl into the cave while holding a light.

"If you dare to dig into anything, get out of here. You are not allowed to participate in this mission. Go back and write a self-reflection and give it to your captain."

"Pfft..."

"You are really not afraid of death, and there are fools who actively want to get close to the mystery." After speaking, Monica glared at Horst with a pointed look, and then continued, "I hired a proficient person from the bureau. Colleagues of Mysterious Techniques, let’s see if we can trace the murderer’s traces from these things, you’ve seen them too, oh, he’s here.”

Horst looked back and saw a police station carriage stopped at the door and a man in formal attire jumped out.

"Monica, I see that all the idlers outside have removed their runes. Is this the end?"

"It was blocked directly. There is enough reason." Monica pointed at the relic, "Let's see, Bruno, if you can find the person behind it."

Horst discovered that he had indeed seen the green-haired man who used plants during the C-307 incident yesterday morning.

"Thank you for yesterday."

The green Bruno nodded to Horst, and then began to circle around the pile of relics, occasionally fidgeting with the items on the ground with the thick and long branches that replaced the canes.

Monica and Horst looked on nervously and said nothing.

"It is not meaningful."

After a few laps, Bruno stopped and sighed: "With these things, the most we can trace are their owners. I estimate that most of them point to Mingyue City Central Hospital. Then it is better to go directly. Even if you are lucky, you can only Several unknown corpses were found in corners of the city, and the chances of finding clues were so low that it was really unnecessary.”

"What about these two?" Looking at each other with Monica, Horst tapped Mr. William's suitcase and cane with his cane. "Their owner left home five days ago."

"Are you hoping that he is still alive?"

Horst nodded.

"It's theoretically possible to survive in five days. You can try it, but..." Bruno looked at the cane with some embarrassment, "I'm not sure about the effect."

"Um?"

Monica frowned.

"We call this technique mysterious guidance. The effect varies according to each person's own mystery. Well, most people have no effect at all. The effect is only a small probability event. For example, Monica, you are such a person. .We call it spell retardation, or retardation for short.”

Monica held the hilt of the sword, her gaze becoming dangerous.

"Okay, I admit that without this abbreviation, it means that spells are slow. This is determined by the characteristics of one's own soul and awakening characteristics. Some people can't even use any spells." Bruno pointed to himself and said, "I It does work, but being able to use it is one thing, and whether the effect is good is another. The effect of this kind of mysterious guidance is often affected by many factors. In addition to whether the mystery of one's own soul is strong enough, the biggest impact is The most important factor is the understanding of the goal.”

"What do you understand?" Horst was confused when he heard this, and looked at Monica with a confused look on her face.

"If I only know that he is a person, then I will basically get no guidance. If I also know that he is a Nordland national and a man, then the success rate and accuracy of guidance will be higher. The deeper the understanding, the more effective it will be. The better, so I said I’m not sure of the effect because I don’t know anything about the guy.”

"What should I tell you?" Horst asked, "He is my neighbor and I know something about it."

"It's not understanding, it's understanding. It's useless to just tell me. I need to spend a lot of time to understand this information mentally. It's difficult." Bruno suddenly took a step back and looked Horst up and down, "Aren't you also awakening? ? Why not try it yourself."

"I?"

Horst opened his mouth in a daze.

He has been awake for a few days and has seen several people using mysterious techniques, but he has never considered that one day these things can manifest themselves from his own hands?

"Why, are you also mentally retarded?"

"have no idea."

"Then try it. I'll tell you how to do it." Bruno said, "Some people will react. Even if it's the worst effect, based on your understanding of the target, the accuracy should be about the same as mine."

"May I?"

"It's a very common general skill, and it doesn't need to be kept secret. I also learned it from that magic salon before."

"Magic salon? Isn't that a place where boring ladies and ladies spend their time?"

"Occasionally there are real mysterious skills." Bruno said, "Would you like to try it?"

"Okay, I have no objection." Horst rubbed his hands and felt that his breathing was a little short, but he still instinctively said to Monica, "This should count as your Scarecrow hiring me to participate in this event again as an occultist. Case, this part of the retainer fee..."

"You robbed me of half a cup of coffee yesterday, drank a glass of beer from me the day before yesterday, and had a cookie yesterday, plus a steak and two months' rent..."

Why is this woman so good at keeping accounts, and why does she still remember what happened yesterday?

Horst immediately regained his seriousness and said humbly, "Ahem, Mr. Bruno, what should I do?"

The green-haired man's eyes moved around the two of them, and with a smile on his lips, he asked: "How is your drawing ability?"

"It's okay. My stick figures are pretty good."

"You seem to be confusing graffiti with painting, but forget it."

Bruno took out his notebook and drew several weird and twisted symbols on it.

"You try to draw them on the ground, drawing them around you."

Horst was about to take out his pencil.

"Not with a pen, but with your concentration, leaving your mystery on the ground to form patterns."

"Like those people writing signs?"

"right."

Horst nodded thoughtfully and leaned on his cane, lost in thought. After thinking for a moment, he looked up and saw Monica quickly looking away, then pretending to look back just now.

Horst smiled, didn't pick up the pencil anymore, just picked up the cane, took one last look at the demonstration drawing, and carefully sketched out the pattern on the paper stroke by stroke on the ground.

When the depiction was completed, it was already five minutes later, and Horst was sweating as if he had run another sprint.

"It's okay. You're very good at painting. Just don't say I taught you it in the future." Bruno sighed, "But it's already usable. It doesn't affect the effect. It just needs to be conceptually formed. We're not holding an art exhibition. No need to cut off your own ears like Mr. Vincent. Now you stand in the middle and choose a medium."

"what is that?"

"It's used to indicate the direction." Bruno took out two bent wires and held them in his hands, "This is my medium."

Horst showed a caring look.

"I know it's a bit silly, but I'm used to it. You can choose one yourself, as long as it can indicate the direction."

"Hmm..." After thinking about it, Horst took out a broken pocket watch that had been broken for several days, hooked his fingers on the chain and let it hang in the air, "How about this?"

"Well, it's totally fine, but the watch is too bad."

"Thank you, what next?"

"It's best to have physical contact with the items facing him, okay, and then keep building an image of this person in your mind."

Horst carried William's suitcase, closed his eyes, and kept recalling every detail of this neighbor in his mind.

The pocket watch was motionless, as if frozen.

"Don't rush, don't move, be patient."

Bruno tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible and guided in a low voice:

“Recall everything you remember about the other person, the more detailed the better, the clearer the better.”

Horst was motionless, and so was the pocket watch.

Monica, on the other hand, even stopped breathing, covered her mouth and her heart rate increased nervously.

However, the pocket watch still showed no response.

Just when she was almost disappointed, her pocket watch suddenly moved sideways. I wonder if it was an illusion.

Monica's eyes lit up, she looked at Bruno and asked with her eyes: "Did he move?"

Bruno shook his head. He knew that in this kind of ritual, even if he took the initiative to move the medium on his own initiative as a prank, this act itself was actually a manifestation of mysterious guidance, but it was just that those mortals trapped in common sense could not understand it.

But it doesn't work now, it stops once it moves.

What is needed is...

Just as the two of them looked nervously at each other, the pocket watch suddenly started moving like a pendulum again.

(This should be considered my third update today. I’m so awesome.)