Carmen Gable hired an open-top carriage early in the morning to rush to Fort Eagle.

Out of the East City, still far away from Eagle Castle, I saw a patrol officer blocking the intersection.

"Sir, there is no traffic ahead, and wherever you go, either go back the way you came, or take a detour. The patrol officer ordered coldly.

"Officer, I'm going to Fort Eagle. Carmen Gable was straight about his intentions.

"What are you doing? I've been instructed not to approach Fort Eagle without permission. "If you're a journalist, you don't have to show your identification, because it's you reporters who are guarding against you." ”

This directly blocked what Carmen Gable wanted to say, and there was no freedom of interview at this time.

Carmen Gable's mind was spinning so fast that he pulled out a library card from his pocket: "Officer, I'm a student at the University of Poitou, Viscount Sean Connelly is my headmaster, and I'm sent by Mr. Vice Chancellor to meet Viscount at Eagle Castle." ”

The patrolman looked at the library card handed over and said suspiciously, "Is Viscount Connelly in Eagle Castle, I haven't heard of it." ”

"Do you still need your approval for your actions, don't blame me for reminding you that the Viscount may not have the right to remove you from the position of deputy head of the regiment, but there is no problem in letting you lose this job. ”

Carmen Gable feigned anger.

Seeing this, the patrolman did not dare to stop him, but let Carmen Gable ride straight to the Eagle Castle in a carriage.

Sure enough, if the identity is different, the treatment is different, although he is a fox and a fake tiger.

In fact, many of his companions, most of whom had come from other country roads, had already arrived at Eagle Castle. On the outskirts of Fort Eagle, the patrolmen can only guard the main road, they can't take care of all the places at all, there are always loopholes to drill.

But all the reporters were stopped outside the iron fence of the Eagle Fort, because a large number of patrolmen with rifles surrounded the castle tightly and did not allow outsiders to enter.

Carmen Gable greeted his peers and exchanged messages, and it seemed that everyone had been notified in advance, and it was suspected that the official had deliberately leaked the news, and no one was ahead of anyone else.

But the news is so confusing that it's hard to believe.

It was said that several bodies had been found in the Eagle Castle, and that the new owner, Viscount Connelly, was frightened and called the police.

Some say it was a den of traitors, who secretly executed many people who refused to cooperate with them. The irony of all is that Viscount Lincoln, as a nobleman, and owner of this castle, is accused of being the leader of the traitorous party - what could be more exciting news?

Others say that it was actually a secret stronghold of wizards, who made a large number of human specimens as blood sacrifices for the living.

In short, something big is happening here.

Carmen Gable saw that the patrolmen did not chase them away, and allowed them to crane their necks and look through the iron fence. He noticed the figure of Professor Nolan of his university's medical school, as if walking past the open window on the second floor of Eagle Castle.

Carmen Gable then saw His Excellency the Governor disembark from a carriage and be greeted by the Chief of the Secret Police, Daley, standing at the door of the main hall of Fort Eagle. The faces of the two men were very different, Governor Byrne looked serious and slightly uneasy, and Director Daley was a little triumphant.

Surprisingly, in less than twenty minutes the Governor was back at the door of the main hall, and he and his retinue were all pale, some crouching among the flowers and vomiting, others with their legs limp and collapsed to the ground.

Immediately afterward, more than forty wagons were delivered, which were usually vans used by the post office to deliver packages.

A patrol officer walked up to the reporters and announced:

"Gentlemen, we have found a large number of dead bodies in this Eagle Castle behind us, the scene is very tragic and evil, if you need the truth, please come with me. But I warn you, if you are frightened, you do so at your own risk!"

This is probably the first time that the patrol police have taken the initiative to invite reporters for interviews.

Where can journalists be easily frightened by this statement, the more terrible it is described, the more it arouses their curiosity. They can make news without news.

They promise to write a story about the same event 100 times in a row, and never repeat it.

It's their professional instinct, and a press release with a headline change or a word or two can mean two very different things.

Journalists are good at it.

The front of Eagle Castle is full of flowers, and at a glance, it is purple and red, and the air exudes a refreshing fragrance of flowers, which does not become dim because of the gathering of a group of people here.

On a normal day, the beauty here would be a sight to behold, but Carmen Gable seemed to smell the smell of corpses in a hurry. This is, of course, his psychological effect.

In the tall and spacious main hall, the originally beautiful and expensive carpet has been lifted, and even every piece of marble underneath has been pried up.

Wolves everywhere.

Every piece of furniture was removed from its place, and patrolmen were slicing through the well-made sofas with daggers, some were uprooting beautifully trimmed plants in potted plants so that they could check for possible evil in the pots, and some were striking the walls with a wooden hammer to check for hidden passages and the like.

A lean man of medium size leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking a cigarette and swearing at the patrolmen to be careful.

Carmen Gable had met the man and knew him to be one of Viscount Connery's henchmen.

Carmen Gable followed her companions to the second floor, where a patrol officer led them into the study. A group of people are sorting out every book here, and there are special people registering them.

The huge bookshelf was moved to the center of the study, and behind it there was a secret door in the wall, and a narrow black staircase led to the bottom. The brick secret door was built so discreetly that if it was closed, it would not be visible from the outside.

Youzi rushed in first, but quickly rushed back, his face pale.

"Oh God, this is hell!" someone screamed in despair.

Carmen was the last to enter, and to his impressment was a strong potion mixed with the rancid smell that hit his face and made him sick to his stomach.

This staircase is just a narrow passage, but it is not small in length, leading to a chamber deep underground, with a vertical depth of at least eight meters. The chamber was built to be extremely spacious, almost the size of the Eagle Castle.

The first thing that catches your eye is a row of complete human skeletons, reflecting an eerie white light in the light of candlelight.

There were twenty of them, arranged in two rows, supported by brackets, like a small army of skeletons.

But this does not frighten Carmen, because there are them in the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Poitou, and just seeing so many of them at once, the faint of heart may have nightmares at night just by looking at them.

Behind the Forest of Skeletons was a large platform where corpses lay and appeared to have been embalmed.

But at least half of the corpses had been dissected, and the various organs of the human body were soaked in potions in glass jars. Others have been strangely skinned.

It's probably been a long time since anyone has taken care of it, and the corpses are all beginning to decompose to varying degrees, dripping with a brownish-yellow liquid and emitting a terrible smell.

Journalists are down by a large margin.

In the innermost part of the secret room, there are ten pairs of glass coffins. These glass coffins were probably pumped into a vacuum, and inside lay ten stunning beauties, all of them dressed in makeup, and still maintained their original appearance, as if they were just asleep.

Daly was standing in front of the glass coffins, flipping through a book. Professor Nolan and a few others were whispering around the glass coffins.

Hearing Carmen's rough panting, Daley glanced back at him and teased, "It turned out to be Mr. Gable, this time you have big news to write, at least for two months in a row." It's a pity it's not a scoop!"

"Mr. Director, if I were you, in such a terrible and evil place, I wouldn't laugh out loud. Carmen sneered.

"Take it easy, young man. "First, what happened here has nothing to do with me, and the last murder dates back to at least three years ago; second, I don't regret what has happened, because that won't change anything; third, this is a big case that has been solved in my hands, perhaps the most appalling case in the empire in a hundred years, and soon even the emperor will know my name, and I will only get rewards and praise." ”

"Then I wish you all the best. Frankly, I don't even want to see anyone rewarded or judged, because nothing happened. But evil things still happened. Carmen thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Director, can I ...... about such a major case?"

"You want the scoop?" Daley asked, seeing Carmen nod, "No problem, but your press release has to go through me." You know, you can't just write about such a terrible thing. This is also what His Excellency the Governor has emphasized, and the crimes committed by a certain person, nay, some evil creature, of course we must expose and criticize, and we cannot exaggerate in any negative terms. But that must not affect the judgment of the rest of the civilized world. ”

"Deal!" Carmen agreed, knowing what the governor or the official meant.

"Young man, you will become famous in one fell swoop. Daly patted Carmen on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Daley handed the booklet to Carmen:

"Look at it, Bieber Lincoln has a very special taste, and he describes every beautiful woman lying here in great detail, including their favorite snacks and special favorite positions. And the names of these unfortunate women have been included in the missing list, and they have become unsolved cases. ”

"It turned my perception of aristocracy upside down. Carmen said.

"No, you can't write that. A person's moral character, evil or not, has nothing to do with who he is in front of the world, and you journalists are born with a penchant for putting the same label on a certain group of people because of a certain person, absolutely and naïvely. "That's why you journalists have to be monitored." You can influence public opinion, but you must not allow it to be controlled. ”

Carmen accepted the criticism sincerely: "Mr. Director, I have always obeyed the law!"

"But you've been frantically testing my bottom line. Daley said.

"Never!"

Daly added, "Okay. Let me give you a piece of information first, the evidence that Bieber Lincoln was a bloodthirsty, have you heard of bloodthirsty?"

"I've heard of a terrible monster. Carmen nodded, the information Daly had revealed strangely made him feel better.

I'm afraid that any normal person can't accept such a crazy and evil crime from the same kind.

But except for the bloodthirsty.