Who hid my body?

"Is that so?" Bai Wei paused and said, "But you can't remember anything anymore."

"Yes, I can't remember anything." While answering Bai Wei, Gerard's hands did not slow down. He refurbished and sorted out these things that were once equipment and now relics, obviously wanting to turn them into equipment again. "With my current status, there is no way for me to get new equipment, so I can only make do with these."

"It seems like you already have an idea." Bai Wei said, "Tell me, what are you going to do today?"

"Let's investigate further." Gerard replied calmly, "Ocott is the assistant for District 4, but his body has been contaminated like that. If he is not an isolated case, then... the entire upper level of District 4 should be full of contamination, which should be easy to verify."

"So your verification method is to rush to the office in District 4 with this pile of scrap metal to see which one lights up?" Bai Wei understood Gerard's plan, and then couldn't help but sighed, "It's really simple and crude."

"Simple, but useful." Gerard said, "The traces of pollution are not so easy to eliminate. As long as he really existed, we can always find traces."

Gerard pointed to the watch with the name "Herme" engraved on it and said, "This pocket watch is called the Clock of Desolate Time. It can detect nearby pollution."

Then there was a folding knife with the name "Eric" engraved on it: "This knife, called Cyril's Blunt Knife, can cause the greatest critical damage to the pollutants."

Next is Ian's monocle: "This... has no special name. Through it, you can see the 'pollution' more directly."

Gerard introduced all the scrap metal, knowing them like the back of his hand.

After listening to this, Bai Wei suddenly asked, "I don't care which of these guys can be used..."

He paused, then said with a smile.

"Why don't you just tell me which ones are used against me?"

Gerard fell silent immediately, and after a while, he picked up the monocle he had just mentioned.

"This lens is not Tianqin's creation. It came from outside. It can not only see through pollution, but also has a certain sealing ability."

Bai Wei smiled: "So you are planning to use this to seal me? Do you still think I am a pollutant?"

"It's just a necessary measure." Gerald replied, "Whether you are a pollutant or not, I have to take adequate precautions."

"So, you're not planning to use all the things with sealing properties in your hands against me, right?"

“That’s exactly what I was prepared for.”

"It's no use even if I tell you this."

"Yes," Gerard said, "This is something I want to do on my own, and it is not part of our deal."

"Of course, our deal is that you can't hide anything from me." Bai Wei said leisurely, "What you are going to do is your business... But when you really want to do something to me, will you notify me?"

"If you ask."

"Haha, interesting." Bai Wei smiled nonchalantly, "I believe it will be very interesting if this day really comes. But before that...just do your own thing first."

"Look at what has become of the Bishop of the Fourth District whom you are familiar with."

……

A few hours later, Gerard arrived at the District 4 office - a branch tower that was only one-fifth the height of the Tower of Babel.

The population of District Four was also among the highest in Lyra City, so when Gerard arrived here, there were already quite a few people doing business here.

After entering the branch tower, Jellal did not hesitate and directly found the receptionist of the branch tower under the identity of the Skeleton Troops. Since it was not the main tower, the receptionist here was a real person, not a clerk like the one in the Tower of Babel. So after hearing that Jellal came to "investigate a case", the receptionist was a little surprised. Of course, it might also be because of Jellal's dress. At this moment, Jellal not only had a bunch of strange, tattered objects hanging on his body, but also had his left eye wrapped in thick gauze, like a seriously ill patient who had just escaped from the hospital.

Although the receptionist was surprised, she politely asked Gerard to wait while she contacted her superior.

As Gerard waited, Bai Wei's voice rang in his mind: "Do you think you can see the archbishop directly?"

"Not likely." Gerard answered in his mind, "Bishop Holman hasn't shown up in more than ten years."

"236 years later?"

"No, earlier."

"A regional bishop has not shown up for more than ten years. Don't you think there is anything unusual?"

"This is not a strange thing in Tianqin." Gerald said, "The five archbishops have not shown up for more than ten years. They have their own responsibilities."

Bai Wei smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he asked, "Have your detectors responded?"

Gerard kept looking at the pocket watch in his hand, but the hands of the watch did not change at all.

"At least not here," Gerard replied.

Soon, the sound of footsteps was heard.

Jellal turned his head and saw an old man with white hair walking towards him.

"Hello, Sir Gerard." The white-haired old man introduced himself with a smile on his face, "My name is Terrell, and I am the assistant for District 4."

Gerald looked at Terrel and suddenly asked, "Same as Orcot?"

"If you're talking about the position..." Terrell remained calm and smiled, "It's the same thing."

……

"I've heard about Mr. Ocott's situation. The Skeleton Force came to us last night to ask for information. To be honest, I'm shocked by your accusations against him. In my opinion, your accusations are somewhat... ridiculous. Ah, here we are. This is Mr. Ocott's office."

After leading Gerard to Ocot's office, Trel was also quietly observing this "Knight of the Evening Star".

Lord Yongxin was right. Gerard had come to us in such a short time, and he made no secret of his purpose - because he was wearing those pollution monitoring equipment that should have been outdated, as if he was about to step into a contaminated area.

The old "Clock of Wasteland" was in his hand, but the hands did not move at all.

"Mr. Gerard." Terrill reminded Gerard calmly, "You are too fanciful. This is not a contaminated area."

Gerard walked around Ocott's office and indeed did not detect any contamination, but his expression did not change much: "I want to see Bishop Holman."

Terrell had guessed that Gerard would make this request: "I'm sorry, Mr. Gerard. Bishop Holman is very busy. He doesn't have time to meet outsiders."

"Even if something as big as this happened?"

"The great event you mentioned is just your one-sided statement." Terrell said, "Moreover, even if what you said is true, your rank is not enough for you to face Bishop Holman directly... You are no longer the 'Knight of the Evening Star' from ten years ago, right?"

After hearing what Terrell said, Gerard asked, "Is this what you meant, or what Bishop Holman meant? Does Bishop Holman know what has happened in the past ten years?"

"Of course, this is just my opinion." Terrell replied, "As for your next question...Excuse me, Mr. Gerard, nothing has happened in the past ten years. Everything is normal. Only you think it is abnormal."

Gerard did not refute Trel. After all, he had heard such words countless times in the past ten years.

He didn't think he would be able to see Holman today, but his goal had been achieved.

Gerard was sure that this office was not where Ocot worked. Terry just took a random room to deal with him. As for where Ocot's real office was... that was not important. He knew that the office Terry brought him to was a fake one, and that was enough.

Then there is no need to waste time here.

"It seems that I should look for answers elsewhere." Gerald said.

"You won't find the answer you want, Mr. Gerard." Terrell said lightly, "Because it doesn't exist at all. But of course, I will try my best to cooperate with you before that. Now, let me take you out. There is still a lot of work to do today. Mr. Ocot is gone, so I need to take on more responsibilities. I hope you can understand."

Gerard nodded and walked out of the room, and Terrell followed him, reaching his hand slowly towards the inside pocket of his coat.

Now that Gerard's probing was over, it was now his turn.

Trel did not act immediately because he knew what kind of person he was facing and he should not arouse Gerard's further vigilance at this time.

So, he waited until he sent Gerard to the lobby of the branch tower. In this crowded and noisy environment, he grabbed the pocket watch in his pocket while thinking about his next move in his mind.

As long as he took out the pocket watch and "flicked" it behind Jellal, it would be detected without attracting his attention. Even if it accidentally attracted Jellal's attention, he could explain that this was just an ordinary "Clock of Desolate Time" and he was just detecting the contamination on Jellal.

Although this is a bit impolite, it makes sense. After all, this pocket watch won't...

The moment he held the pocket watch, Tiller suddenly froze.

Because he felt that the pocket watch in his hand... was shaking wildly.

He subconsciously took out his pocket watch and was shocked to find out.

The clock that Lord Yongxin could only count to "two" was now spinning madly at an incredible speed, making this ten-year-old old object look like it would fall apart in the next second.

how so? !

Before Trel could react, Gerard, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and said, "Just send it here, Mr. Trel..."

Then Gerard also noticed the pocket watch in Trel's hand, and then took a look at it.

Just with this one glance, the pocket watch, which was already at its limit, collapsed instantly.

The ancient hour hand popped out of the glass and cut all five of Turrell's fingers.

By the time the pocket watch broke into pieces and scattered on the ground, Terry's hands were already covered in blood.

Trel stared at Gerald blankly, and a sense of unspeakable fear suddenly surged in his heart.

But he still held it in, pretending to be calm and saying, "It seems that this watch has reached its retirement age," while bending down to pick up the parts.

Gerard frowned slightly. He felt that the broken pocket watch looked familiar. When he was thinking about what excuse he could use to check it, he heard Bai Wei's calm but unquestionable words in his heart.

"Jeral."

"Kill him."

"Now."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 88: This is your last chance

Terrell was very nervous, even more nervous than when he saw Lord Yongxin in that state last night.

His hands couldn't stop shaking, and beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead and kept dripping down, mixing with the blood that had flowed out from his fingers that had been cut by the clock hand earlier, making him look particularly embarrassed.

Apart from the pounding of his own heartbeat, Trill could no longer hear any other sound. He didn't even feel any pain from the wound on his finger that was bleeding. The only emotion he could truly feel was fear.

And all of this was naturally brought about by Gerard.

Trel still couldn't forget the scene just now. The "Clock of Desolate Time" that even Master Yongxin could only press "two" collapsed the moment it approached Jellal... What does this mean? Has Jellal found the power that he failed to bring out of the contaminated area? And the concentration of that power... is far beyond Master Yongxin!

But according to Lord Yongxin, they had tested Jellal a month ago, and there was nothing on Jellal's body at that time.

Has there been such a big change in just one month?

Or...has he always been like this, and has he been pretending for the past ten years? !

Thoughts and doubts popped up in Trill's mind one after another, pricking his nerves like needles. He didn't dare to think about them any further. He just wanted to report to Lord Yongxin immediately.

But, Gerard was right beside him and never left!

When Trill pretended to be nonchalant and bent over to pick up the parts of the "Clock of Desolation", Jellal stood quietly beside him, motionless. Trill could clearly see Jellal's straight thighs that were like stone pillars, which also brought great pressure to Trill.

Trel felt that his current posture was exactly like a prisoner waiting to be killed, and Gerard was the beheader who was about to be executed.

With the ability of this "Knight of the Evening Star", Trel believed that if Gerard really wanted to kill him, he would not even have time to look up and call for help.

So, will he do it?

Has he realized what he has done before?

Terrell was very nervous, and the nervousness reached its climax when he heard the "dong dong" sound of footsteps.

Jellal was walking towards him, and it seemed that his heavy leather boots were not stepping on the floor of the hall, but on his heart... Yes, he felt that Jellal's footsteps and his own heartbeat were in sync.

Then, the footsteps disappeared and Gerard stopped beside him.

At this moment, Trill seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and he tried several times to grab a small part but failed.

He didn't dare to look up, so naturally he couldn't see Jellal's face, but he could feel Jellal's gaze.

That gaze on him was like a butcher's knife on his neck.

...Are you really going to take action?

If Gerard really wants to kill him, he must tell Lord Yongxin the news before he dies!

This was the only thought that Terrell could find in his confused mind.

So, when he saw Gerard slowly bending down and preparing to "take action", he could no longer suppress the pressure in his heart and almost shouted for help.

But at this moment, he heard Gerard calmly say: "Let me help you."

The moment these words were spoken, Terrell felt that the incomparable sense of pressure disappeared in an instant.

The world that was originally so quiet that only the sound of one's own heartbeat and Jellal's footsteps could be heard disappeared. The noise of people coming and going in the fourth district tower returned, and the wound that was still bleeding began to hurt.

At this moment, Terrell felt as if he had come alive.

When Jellal bent down and started to help Trel pick up the parts, the fear and tension in Trel's heart had completely disappeared, and all that remained was a trace of... doubt.

It’s strange, why was I so scared just now?

Terrell was puzzled.

He looked around. There were hundreds of people coming and going on the first floor of the four-district tower. The noise he had just made also attracted the attention of many people, who were now looking over here.