The atmosphere in the cabin was eerie, and Joyce's mind was in turmoil.

Seeing that the blue-veined butterfly was submerged in the silver mirror, Joyce showed a look of wanting to know what had happened, and stared closely at the changes in the silver mirror, but in fact, he couldn't help but be nervous.

For Joyce, the things in front of him were more strange than he knew, and they were likely to threaten his already poor survival situation.

"Wow!"

The ripples of the silver mirror began to show mottled rust marks, and the emerald green luster was affected, as if it had been gradually solidified by pollution.

"Come out. ”

Seeing the silver mirror turn old and rusty at a speed visible to the naked eye, Meghan, the woman in the cape, hurriedly read Old Austrian French into the mirror.

The blue-striped butterfly, which had not been in the mirror before, struggled to emerge from the mottled mirror little by little, but the butterfly body seemed to be stained with rust and losing its vitality.

In the end, the rusty blue-veined butterfly did not move, and the butterfly body only came out of the mirror halfway, looking as if it was glued to the mottled silver mirror.

As the three candles of the ceremony dimmed, Joyce took two steps back as if he was frightened, but there was not much space in the cabin, and a few more people were standing, and he quickly sat down on the bed.

"Rust marks!"

Joyce thought of the blood-colored glint in his eyes from last night's dream of the metal man who had stared at old Rupert in agony.

The silver mirror showed no sight, and Joyce was both secretly glad and regretted that he had not been able to see the man who had entered the house rummaging through things.

Joyce realizes that the more he knows in his current perilous situation, the faster he is likely to die, and if the silver mirror shows a man at the Traveler's Bar, it will be difficult for him to deal with it.

I don't know if it's pretended, but after the ceremony failed, the lean man Carl and the old man in the felt hat who entered the room together glanced at each other, both with a little surprise.

At the angle of Joyce sitting on the bed, you can clearly see the holster of the old man's canvas tasseled pants hanging from the waistband of his pants.

"Take what you think is important and go to the Sok District Police Station to identify the body. The lean man seemed to think that it would be difficult to find anything important, and spoke to Joyce, who was sitting on the bed.

Whether the lean man's statement meant to put Frank Lampard and the woman in the cape in a fit at bay, Joyce was unsure.

In the flat box of iron sugar, there was also the deed with the seal of the city government of Rensu and an old photograph, which Joyce took out and rolled up and put into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Where's Elena?"

Joyce seemed to just remember, and looked at the four people in the room.

"Elena has been notified and told to go to the Sock police station first. Frank Lampard looked solemn, his mind not on the matter.

Instead of letting Elena go home, she was told that she had gone to the police station, and Joyce felt that the law enforcer's suspicion should not be her.

Joyce could only follow the lean man out the door, and if he didn't stand on the side of the Traveler's Bar, he was afraid that something would happen to him soon.

Not long after leaving the alley and getting into the carriage, the carriage arrived in a large iron-fenced courtyard.

The police station at night is not quiet, and there are many caught thieves, troublesome drunkards, and homeless people.

Led by the detectives who had been waiting early, Joyce followed the lean man Carl into the underground morgue of the police station, where he saw Elena and another young law enforcer.

"Joyce, old Rupert ......"

Elena, whose eyes were red, couldn't bear it anymore when she saw Joyce, and stepped forward to hug his waist.

Joyce didn't say anything, except to pat Elena on the back.

After letting Elena vent for a while, her emotions stabilized a little, Joyce gently pushed her away a little to identify the body.

"Don't open it!"

Elena suddenly shouted, causing Joyce, who was in the cold morgue, to tremble.

Although Joyce was mentally prepared for the corpse of old Rupert, the fear of being shouted by Elena still rose in his heart.

"Old Rupert died a terrible death, are you sure you want to see it?"

The young enforcer with pale golden eyes reminded Joyce.

Joyce thought that he and Elena had been raised by old Rupert and could not let the old man die so inexplicably, his expression gradually became firm, and he followed the gaze of the young enforcer and Elena to a morgue bed silently.

The white cloth covering the corpse seemed to be stained with filthy blood, spreading out circles of blood rust marks.

Joyce reached out and lifted the corner of the white cloth and saw the dark and dilapidated face of old Rupert.

I don't know if it was the pain of death, but old Rupert's rusty eyes looked extremely hideous, as if he was staring at Joyce.

Joyce only felt his hairs stand on end, but he resisted the panic and retreated, and lifted the covering cloth a little bit.

When he saw the tattered wound on the abdomen that had been pulled out of the internal organs of the old Rupert, Joyce finally covered the old man's body again, turned around and walked a few quick steps towards the morgue aisle.

The discomfort in his stomach was hard to suppress, and Joyce didn't want to endure it, so she held on to the wall and vomited continuously, which was more in line with the previous him.

"How could he be like that?"

It took a while for Joyce to recover and gasp for breath at the morgue.

"Disemboweled, the internal organs have been removed, and the corpse has a rust-like substance!" the pale golden-eyed young enforcer could clearly hear what Joyce was referring to.

"Who killed old Rupert?"

Joyce couldn't stand the body's reaction again, but he had vomited all the things he ate in the afternoon.

"He was dead when he was seen in the dead leaf forest of the cemetery, and we arrived at the scene and couldn't find any clues that could have led to the killer. The young man with pale golden eyes explained to Joyce.

"Rupert Sr. is dead, what's next?"

Joyce muttered distractedly, showing a state of bewilderment.

For Elena, Joyce has hidden apologies, but at the moment her situation is not good, and some things can only be borne by her.

The church said that it would also examine Rupert Sr.'s body and help bury him after making sure that there was nothing unusual. Elena hesitated to discuss with Joyce, and glanced vaguely at Carl, a lean man.

From Elena's gaze, Joyce realized that the Goddess of Life Church had been in consultation with her.

"Is a corpse also in the interest of the Church and the Ministry of Military Intelligence?" Joyce sighed in his heart, and both sides of the intervention wanted to find some clues through Rupert Sr.'s corpse.

In Joyce's mind, autopsies in this world must be different, and what is difficult to see on the surface is likely to be answered through esotericism.

"I only have one silver on me. ”

Joyce signaled that he had no money, which was quite selfish, and asked Elena to watch it.

Carl, who was on Joyce's side, opened his mouth and finally did not speak.

"Old Rupert's body, the church will definitely be able to dispose of it properly and arrange a good cemetery for him. The young enforcer assured.

"Burying old Rupert is one thing, I hope you can catch the murderer. Joyce said this, but she didn't know whether to hope for it or not.

It's not that Joyce thinks the church can't find out anything, but even if there are any clues, if there is a benefit, he and Elena may not be informed.

In the matter of the murder of old Rupert, regardless of whether the Church of the Goddess of Life can find the real culprit, when the time comes, I am afraid that I will just prevaricate a reason and make a substitute for the dead, so I will send Joyce and Elena away.

Leaving the police station, Joyce simply noted down the anomalies that Rupert Sr. could see from his body, without a chance to examine them in detail.

"Joyce, I'm going back to church!"

Elena looked at Joyce with a sense of uncontrollable concern.

"I didn't dare go back to my home in Miner's Street. ”

In front of Carl, a lean man, Joyce looked scared and deliberately asked for help, as if he wanted Elena to take him to church.

"You can stay at the Traveler's Bar and we'll protect you. The lean man hurriedly took the words, showing a calm confidence, not knowing whether to appease Joyce, or to show the young enforcer and Elena.

"Elena, if Joyce is protected by the Traveler's Bar, and I believe he is not in danger, I must stay and take the body of old Rupert away. The young enforcer with pale golden eyes arranged for Elena, who wanted to say something.

Watching the young enforcer put Elena in the carriage, Carl didn't give Joyce a chance, and also took him into the carriage and left.

In the silent carriage, Joyce had a hard time imagining Elena's situation in the church, after all, he didn't know much about the situation inside the church.

However, Joyce knew that staying at the Traveler's Bar was the only option he could fight for at this stage.

Joyce couldn't identify the killer of Rupert Sr., and he didn't have much ability to protect himself, he was really afraid that he would be killed if he returned to live in the alleys of the ghetto.

The atmosphere in the carriage was dreary, and Carl didn't ask any more about what stimulated Joyce.

Rupert Sr.'s death was indeed a big shock to Joyce, and before that, in his nightmare, the subtle situation actually corresponded to reality.

Back at the Traveler's Bar, Joyce went up to the second floor and was taken to the lounge by Angela, where she collapsed on the bed.

Joyce, who collapsed on the bed, had her eyes open, not at all like she was too tired to fall asleep.

"If I hadn't taken the initiative to find the Traveler's Bar, I guess I would have been pulled into the Church of the Goddess of Life!" Joyce, who looked blank with her eyes open, sighed inwardly.

Thinking that Rupert Sr. might leave at any time, Joyce wanted to find a way out for himself, at least with a salary to live on, but he didn't expect Rupert Sr. to die.

"28-57, these two sets of numbers appeared in my mind, accompanied by a sharp pain in the head, and it did not seem to be the after-effects of the psychic ritual, was old Rupert in danger at that time, or was he killed?" Joyce only felt foggy.

What the two sets of numbers represent, Joyce is not clear now, but it should be important.

"It may be that Rupert Sr. sent me a message, but if he was in distress or killed, how did he convey it, and how did he explain the dream he had last night?" Joyce thought of this, and he thought that Rupert Sr. should have premonited and prepared for danger beforehand.

"Could it be that the hint was left in my mind in advance, and it was triggered under certain conditions?, and the trigger that emerged from those two sets of numbers was the death of old Rupert?" Joyce thought of strange occults, but he knew almost no about them.