"Okay, I won't tease you"

Jobbuterrand smiled and said to his subordinates,

"Boys, clean up the scene and go back to writing a report."

"Jobutron, I've already sent someone to ask the mortuary to come, you go back and wait for the report." Blanton said.

Jobuterron waved his hand without looking back, and rode back first; He needs some time to gather his thoughts and prepare for the tricky cases that lie ahead.

Tristhene first helped Verus bandage the wounds on his hands and was responsible for the deployment of the on-site team.

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Jobuterrand sat in his office, taking some time to digest the recent flurry of events.

His instincts reminded him that the city of Ulm was no longer safe, and that there seemed to be a big hand behind him manipulating these events.

He even thinks that he is a pawn.

He shook his head, shaking off the unrealistic and illogical thoughts, and he thought to himself,

"That's not what a detective should think. I have to be calm and rational and analyze from the most objective point of view. ”

He then picked up two reports from the undertaker and the watchman about Sallyta's death.

The mortuary's report, as Jobbutran had predicted, does not provide any clues to Sallyta's death from the point of view of modern science;

But the report of the Guardian is very intriguing, and it is only a short paragraph,

"The soul is mutilated, and the deceased dies without noticing any vision.

The dead don't lie, but the living do.

- Silas the Guardian"

"The dead don't lie, but the living do?"

Jobuterrand whispered this sentence again, and the corners of his mouth mentioned,

"Looks like I'm going to meet the Guardian for a while."

Guardians, a profession that is often considered by ordinary people to be the caretaker of cemeteries, but every true Guardian will have the support of the Mysterious Investigation Bureau behind them.

In this world, not everyone is qualified to be a guardian.

Every watchman had to dedicate half of his life and soul to Anubis, the janitor of hell, as a sacrifice, and only after entering a state of half-life and half-death could he obtain the approval of the janitor of hell.

The Guardian gains the power to appease the undead from the power bestowed by Anubis, the Gatekeeper of Hell, which is possessed only by some mysterious Eastern monks, and is almost the only remaining method of direct communication with the undead in modern times.

With a hint of anticipation in Jobbutron's heart,

"You might be able to get some useful information out of this strange watchman."

Chobuterrand got on his horse and went to the cemetery in the suburbs, where the Watchmen were stationed.

Even though it was noon in the scorching sun, this desolate cemetery still made people feel the slightest discomfort, and even the well-behaved horse did not want to get too close. Jobuterrand patted the horse's long face, comforted his foal, and tethered it to a tree with a crooked neck, where grass grew on the ground, just enough for the horse to eat.

Next to the cemetery, there was a dilapidated log cabin, which was the residence of Silas, the Guardian.

As Jobtrand was about to knock on the door, the wooden door with many nails squeaked open from the inside.

Jobuterron disagreed, tidied up his appearance and walked through the door.

"Hello, Mr. Silas, I'm Chobuterrand of the Sixth Security Team."

Jo Butron said in a loud voice.

The furnishings were very simple, but the walls were covered with scripture copied in holy script, and there were no windows in the house, so that no sunlight could penetrate the house. ①

A candle glowed green on the table, and on the old single couch was an elegant black cat staring curiously at Jobron.

Strangely, the house was empty.