SWDnovel Chapter 108 Breaking into the Crime Scene
Chapter 108 Breaking into the Crime Scene
Chapter 108 Breaking into the Crime Scene
In the confessional, Sirion bowed respectfully to Father Larry, the Philosopher:
"Thank you for your guidance. I think I know what to do now."
Not only was this a source of his frustration, but he also gained some inspiration from Father Larry on how to digest the "astrologer's" potion.
Father Larry nodded slightly, tapped his chest three times, and said:
"The steam above is not a sign that I have enlightened you, but rather that you have come to understand the truth of life."
"Steam above!"
Cyril also reached out and tapped his chest three times in response, returning a common gesture of the Steam Church.
After bidding farewell to Father Larry and leaving the Lever Church, Sirion went straight to the park two streets away and stopped by an artificial lake.
He looked around, and after confirming that no one was nearby, he whispered in ancient Hermes:
"The embodiment of good fortune, the monster that foresees the future, the scourge that spreads calamity, the witness to all the fates of Backlund, the guardian of chaos and madness."
I recited it three times in a row and waited in place for a quarter of an hour. Apart from the ripples on the lake caused by the wind, there was no other movement. "It doesn't want to see me at all :.:"
"Ah~"
His sighing whisper was interrupted by a low, melodious, panting, and emotional groan behind him.
Cyril's expression froze for a moment, then he turned around and activated his spiritual vision.
In his line of sight, two overlapping humanoid spiritual lights appeared in the bushes less than ten meters behind him.
The two humanoid figures did not possess a strong spirituality; their astral bodies were almost entirely covered in red, representing excitement, with small amounts of yellow and blue.
This suggests that the two people in the bushes are ordinary people, in a state of little rationality, vigilance, and great excitement.
The neither naive nor childlike Xireen instantly understood what was going on, a momentary awkwardness flashing across his face, his lips twitching slightly.
"You city folks really know how to have fun. I almost thought I'd smuggled myself into Intis...:"
While he was complaining, he snapped his fingers.
Boom!
A gas explosion-like sound rang out in mid-air, startling a flock of birds, interspersed with a rapid panting and a piercing scream.
Cyril glanced at the celestial beings in the bushes whose colors had changed from red to dark purple, a slight smile playing on his lips. With the intention of doing good deeds anonymously, he quickly left the park.
After a brief interlude, Cyril moved to a quiet, secluded spot and began chanting the name of another "Mercury Serpent":
"The lingering spirits of heroes, the servants of the true Creator, eyes that gaze upon destiny."
Repeat this three times, then wait for 15 minutes.
Cyril looked around and sighed silently, seeing that nothing had happened.
"It seems I only have one option left, but I can't find the church of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' in Runk, while there are people in Backlund who seem to be believers. But should I go and meet that real, famous detective?"
As he pondered, a thunderous roar interrupted his thoughts.
Then, in less than half a minute, the smog that had been hanging over the sky turned into dark clouds, and then warm rain began to fall.
Forced to stand in the corner to avoid the rain, Cyril's face darkened. He had every reason to suspect that he had just been cursed by some "mercury serpent".
Because of the sudden downpour, it got dark earlier today. The gas streetlights on both sides of the street had not yet been turned on, and only a little light shone from the surrounding houses, making Backlund seem much more desolate than usual.
Seeing that no carriages were stopping, Cyril had no choice but to use his extraordinary abilities to get home.
"Fortunately, after being promoted to 'astrologer,' my intuition has become much stronger, and I've even gained the ability to divine. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to worry about bumping into the homeowner when I open the door."
After repeatedly opening and closing doors and going through them, Cyril realized he seemed to be lost.
...(°一°)...
::.No, does this make sense? A lost "astrologer"?
When did the negative effects of getting lost on the "Apprentice" path start spreading from magical items to people?
What stingy "mercury snakes"...
While secretly cursing, Sirion, who was passing through another "door", suddenly stopped. He smelled a very strong and fresh smell of blood.
After a brief silence, he chose to take a curious look rather than turn around and leave.
Then he saw, in the dimly lit restaurant, on a long table covered with a bright red tablecloth, a female corpse with wide, resentful eyes staring at him.
On top of her lay a large black dog, with half of its intestines hanging from its mouth, its hindquarters throbbing rhythmically.
goo~
Cyril's throat bobbed; he felt a shock to his young heart.
The stench of blood, the pungent smell of sulfur, and the putrid odor of fermenting food scraps gradually wafted out of the restaurant, lingering near Sirion's nose and making his stomach churn.
The black dog, writhing on the corpse, glanced at him, its magma-red eyes blazing with undisguised malice, but made no move.
It chews the intestines in its mouth while thrashing its body, and at the same time pulls out new internal organs from the torn abdominal cavity.
...go to church.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when, in the next second, several pale blue fireballs emitting a strong sulfurous smell appeared out of thin air in front of the large black dog and shot towards him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With a burst of heat, the cabinet that served as a wall between the dining room and living room was ignited and shattered by the "sulfur fireball".
After dodging the "sulfur fireball" attack by relying on his speed and sense of danger, Cyril instinctively reached for his waist, only to find nothing.
Only then did he belatedly realize that when he transferred the commission earlier, in order to increase the probability that Klein would encounter wild beasts roaming in the sewers, he had temporarily lent the "Peacekeeper" to the other party.
"Depend on!"
He swore, then suddenly stopped, and kicked his legs hard, pulling himself back a distance.
! !
A pale blue fireball, emitting a strong sulfurous smell, crashed onto the floor, sending up a burst of crimson sparks and acrid black smoke.
Then, eerie green flames, infused with deadly poison, surged around him, completely enveloping him.
Cyril frowned and bent over, maintaining a half-squatting posture, with one hand outstretched across his chest and the other hand pressed on the floor.
The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then burst out with a blinding white light.
"Chirp~"
A blinding white light suddenly flashed, and the huge black dog, lying on the female corpse, painfully closed its eyes, shedding two streams of physiological tears. At the same time, its lips parted slightly, uttering demonic words from the abyss, words filled with filth and depravity:
"Degradation!"
Without a sound, the restaurant began to turn into an abyss, with a slightly viscous black liquid covering the floor, walls, ceiling, and even the chairs and gas lamps.
Once the large black dog adjusted to the sudden surge of light and reopened its eyes, Cyril's figure had vanished from the restaurant, leaving only the lingering, corrupt black mist in the air.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
The huge black dog emitted a low growl from its throat, then quickened its pace of devouring the woman's internal organs.
In less than ten seconds, it devoured all the female corpse's internal organs, then stood up from the corpse, turned its head to look out the window, and grinned.
Whoosh!
The restaurant's glass windows, corrupted by the power of the abyss, shattered and fell to the ground, while the demonic hound transformed into a swift black shadow and raced away into the distance.
It was going to hunt down the intruder who had just appeared, to prevent him from revealing his situation to the church.
Although it doesn't possess the ability to take over or have strong spiritual intuition, when faced with a target that clearly harbors malice, the "demon" is undoubtedly the most terrifying hunter.
On Narcissus Street in the southern part of the bridge, a faint blue light, like a curtain of water, suddenly shone on the glass window of a house on the side of the street.
The next second, Cyril leaped out from the other side of the "water curtain".
He then raised his hand and conjured a shimmering, illusory crystal ball. The crystal ball shattered with a snap, turning into countless fragments of shimmering starlight that merged into the void.
After completing the anti-divination and anti-tracking interference, he glanced back and then ran towards the Harvest Church without hesitation.
The "astrologer's" interference could only prevent the demon hound from accurately locking onto him, but with the buffer period beforehand, it would definitely be able to catch up here.
"The 'demon's' 'malicious perception' cannot know the specific details of the danger, and with my interference, it should be able to allow Father Utravsky to lay an ambush."
"If it doesn't back down..."