Five minutes later, there was a sharp knock in front of Zhang Luo's house.

"Xiao Zhang, it's me, I forgot to bring the key, open the door quickly!"

Hearing the landlord's anxious voice, Zhang Luo smiled and walked over to open the security door.

――A middle-aged woman in a red dress with a bloated figure stood in front of the door panting and asked, "How's the wallpaper?" I'll take a look at ......."

"You seem to be in a hurry." Zhang Luo pretended to be concerned.

"Of course, Xiao Zhang, you don't know me, you have always been vigorous and resolute...... "The landlord with heavy makeup boasted to himself, looked at Lin Miao sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Girlfriend?" ”

"My sister is here."

Zhang Luo talked nonsense casually, and then led the landlord to the bedroom, pointed to the neatly scratched wallpaper on the wall, and said with an apologetic taste: "I accidentally scratched the ......"

While asking the question, he turned sideways to look at the landlord's expression, only to see that when he saw the symbols on the wall, the landlord's face suddenly turned pale, and the loose fat on his cheeks was trembling slightly.

- She remembered something bad.

Realizing this, the corners of Zhang Luo's mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"Ah, this is the ...... that my son painted" The landlord's voice was a little flustered, his hands clasped together and crossed his fingers: "Xiao Zhang, you don't have to worry about it, I'll contact the decorator." ”

Just when Zhang Luo was about to continue the talk, Lin Miao, who had just walked over next to him, said something that broke the sky: "But it looks like blood." ”

“……”

Hearing her words, the landlord's body suddenly trembled, and he said with a wry smile: "Little girl, you can't talk nonsense......"

Although the landlord was still arguing, Zhang Luo had already stood next to the coat of arms on the wall and sniffed, nodding and saying, "There is indeed a smell of blood." ”

Even though it had long since dried, the symbol was indeed drawn in blood. Scrape off some powder and put it under your nose, and you can still smell the faint smell of blood.

After finding that he could no longer hide it, the landlord hung his head in frustration, but his mouth was still quibbling: "My son painted the ...... with blood"

Seeing that the landlord had understood the current situation, Zhang Luo smiled and said in a calm tone: "That, you seem to have made a mistake, I didn't mean to question you." Even if the pattern on this wall is left over from the murder two years ago, I don't blame you. ”

Hearing the word "homicide", the landlord's eyebrows twitched.

"Can you tell me what this wall looked like?" Zhang Luo continued to ask: "Let's be honest, I'm a private detective, and I'm very interested in the original situation here, otherwise, I wouldn't have rented this house on purpose." ”

As soon as these words came out, the landlord's gray face seemed to rise with a trace of "light of hope", and he was silent for a moment before slowly asking: "Xiao Zhang, are you serious?" ”

- Zhang Luo never told the landlord about his occupation, so much so that the landlord thought he was a vagrant for a while. And now, he finally has a chance to talk nonsense.

"Really, I'm a detective and I'm interested in the homicide that happened here two years ago." Zhang Luo nodded solemnly, stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Miao next to him: "My sister can testify." ”

Looking at the two young people in front of him who were full of energy and didn't look like a bad guy at all, the landlord was also a little hesitant for a while, and after thinking for a while, he finally said slowly:

"Well, if you guys want to know ......"

The landlord's home is in Building 1 of the Paradise Community, not far from Building 3, and the three of them walked for less than ten minutes to arrive at the landlord's home.

Under the gaze of Zhang Luo and Lin Miao, the landlord took out an envelope pressed under the kitchen cabinet from under the cabinet, then opened the envelope, took out a thin stack of photos from it, and said in a low voice: "During that time, I went to urge the rent, and there was always no one in the house, and then I opened the door myself to see where everyone went, and I saw ...... when I took it."

Until now, when talking about the bloody murder two years ago, the landlord's voice is still trembling: "There are a lot of photos on the bedroom desk, I don't know who took them, they are all washed...... When I called the police, the ghost sent me to the gods in my handbag. Later, when the police came, I was afraid that they would be suspicious, so I didn't say anything about it......"

"Oh, yes, I see."

Zhang Luo said and took the photos from the middle-aged woman's hand, only to see that the pictures on those photos were the walls of the bedroom and living room.

In the photo, you can see that the walls of the bedroom are covered with all kinds of incomprehensible words in addition to the summoning array. Zhang Luo immediately discovered that the text was the same as the text on the note he found in the underground hall of the mental hospital.

- Even the eyes of the executioner could not translate such strange words. However, there may be someone in the Strange Talk Study Group who can translate this kind of thing.

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo asked politely, "Can I borrow it?" ”

"Take it, don't give it back to me......," the landlord waved his hand in disgust, and then reached out to cover his forehead: "I've wanted to throw these photos away for a long time, and I often have nightmares when I think of having this kind of thing at home......"

"Ha, then you're welcome, thank you." Zhang Luo said as he took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, stuffed them into the landlord's hand, and said with a smile: "Let's go first, as a reward for providing you with clues, this is considered a hard work." ”

Realizing that Zhang Luo was not angry because he was hiding the truth, but gave more money, the landlord stared at the money in his hand and froze in place, and at this time, Zhang Luo and Lin Miao had already left the landlord's house and returned to the garden below the "Paradise Community".

"Are you going to investigate the murder?" Lin Miao asked curiously.

"Didn't I kill those two cultists?"

Zhang Luo stretched out his hand and knocked on Lin Miao's head, then opened the dialog box of the Executioner's Eye, and sent the photo he had just saved to Frankenstein:

"Do you know anyone who can read this kind of thing?" He asked.

- Although the triangular head in the crew must be able to read the meaning of the words, the guy can't speak at all, and he is still in a state of indistinguishable friend and foe, so it is possible that he is an undercover agent sent by the Lord of Paradise.

So this time, Zhang Luo did not seek the help of the triangle head, but first asked Frankenstein to try to find a breakthrough.

If it's the mad scientist who has a great reputation among heretic creatures, he might know a monster who can read such words.

It's a pity that just after thinking of this, Zhang Luo was ruthlessly slapped in the face by Frankenstein's response:

"I don't understand. It's kind of like a demon language. ”

"No, it's not like that." Recalling the demonic words he had read on the walls of the catacombs in Paris, Zhang Luo shook his head decisively.

Demon language is also within the range of languages that cannot be automatically translated by the Eye of the Executioner, but this kind of text and ordinary demon language are two different things, and Zhang Luo knows this very well.

"No one in the workshop can read it." Frankenstein replied, "Lucas has been, but he hasn't found anything." ”

"Ha, that scrap firewood ......" Zhang Luo smiled, looked down at the photo in his hand, and then suddenly thought of something:

Frankenstein is right, the text on the photo does resemble demonic language in some places, although most of the content is completely different. But......

-- Just like kanji, which has a variety of writing styles and fonts, if the Demon Language has been handed down from ancient times, there may be many ways to write it.

For some foreigners who don't know Chinese characters, cursive and regular script seem to be two languages, if this kind of writing is also another way of writing demon language......

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo waved his fist excitedly and said with a smile: "Maybe there is a way." ”

"What's the solution?" Lin Miao turned his head to look at him.

"A 'person' I know may be able to decipher this kind of writing." Zhang Luo said.

……

At the same moment, a woman in a gray robe stood in the underground hall of the mental hospital, looking at a small piece of writing inscribed on the wall.

The text is made up of diamonds and intricate curved arcs, and is supposed to be the secret language used by the Saint Boy cultists. Even Zhao Meng couldn't understand the meaning of the words at all, but ......

As a high-ranking member of the Monster Authority, a world-class heretical organization for the management of heretical creatures, she has an astonishing amount of information at her disposal. Perhaps these materials are not as qualitatively as Frankenstein's database, but in terms of quantity, they are not at all comparable to the "small organization" of the Strange Talk Society!

Opening the laptop computer and connecting to the database of the Monster Administration, Zhao Meng immediately began to search in the database, and it only took less than two minutes to find a spell that was exactly the same as the text on the wall.

Judging from the photographs, the text should have been carved on a stone slab, and both the content and the order of the text were exactly the same as the text on the walls of the mental hospital. In contrast, the words carved by the disciples of the Holy Child Sect were almost as if they had been copied!

The photograph in this document is a stone tablet found in France in the fifteenth century, which, in addition to the text, has a pattern of a demon drawn next to it, as for the name of the demon:

"Ba Fengte ......," Zhao Meng narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself.

- BAPHOMET, ALSO KNOWN AS "BAPHOMET", IS A SHEEP-HEADED DEMON RECORDED IN ANCIENT LEGENDS. According to records, the demon had the head of an antelope, the body of a human, the legs of a deer, the hooves of a goat, and the tail of a scorpion. It's like a combination of all kinds of demons from mythology.

Bafont is known as a propagator of medieval black magic and a spokesperson for demonic summoning rituals. The demon's most famous "deeds" were used by King Philip IV of France to suppress the Templar Order in the early 14th century, when the Templars were forced to confess their worship of the demon Bafant, who were forced to confess to worship the demon Bafont and were executed en masse, and the group has since disappeared.

According to Zhao Meng's investigation, there is no indication that there is any connection between the sheep-headed demon Bafengte and the Lord of Paradise in Silent Hill, and most people in the Monster Management Bureau believe that the relationship between the two is that cannot be fought by eight poles, and they cannot be linked together at all. But now......

"They're worshipping this demon?" Zhao Meng frowned.

-- The words on the stone tablets are supposed to be incantations for worshipping Bafengte, and the cultists of the Holy Child Sect will not be idle and inscribe such obscure words on the walls.

Thinking of this, Zhao Meng began to continue to search for Bafengte's information in modern times. Then I immediately found the clue:

"In the eighteenth century, some branches of the Indians worshipped the 'chieftain' with the head of a sheep and a human body."

Although the Monster Authority had never come into contact with Bafengte, the trait of the sheep's head and the appearance of the demon had a great similarity.

If this demon was once worshipped by the Indians, it must have been in the United States! In this way, a small town in the United States may have been affected by it......

"Isn't that what the 'Lord of Paradise' is?" Zhao Meng said in a low voice.

After losing her undercover subordinates, she was originally just a routine business, and finally made up her mind to kill the Lord of Paradise hidden in the city, and now, naturally, she has to do everything possible to find various clues to determine the identity of the Lord of Paradise.

Of course, it is impossible to determine that the Lord of Paradise is Bafant, but it is certain that there must be some connection between the Lord of Paradise and the demon with the sheep-headed human body.

So, it's already obvious what to do next.

"This is the ritual spell of the demon Bafant."

Villeff, who was called by Zhang Luo from the crew, had just arrived at Zhang Luo's house, and when he saw the photo in his hand, he made a categorical judgment.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Luo looked at this guy who was once a colonel in the Conqueror's army, her usual gentle appearance didn't look like a demon at all.

"Of course." Vilf shook her blonde hair tied into a single ponytail, and she was still wearing the dirty overalls of the crew: "I've seen this kind of spell more than once, and I've encountered it ...... Bafont himself."

"Oh? Where is this demon hiding now? Zhang Luo asked with interest.

As a lover of strange stories, he had naturally heard of the name of the sheep-headed demon Bafengte, but there are not many records of this guy in humans, and only a few poems and paintings have seen its existence. The most famous story of this demon is that it served as a "backstabber" in France, and became an excuse for the French king to purge the Templar Order......

"You said Bafengte, he shouldn't be in the world now." Welff's tone was a little uncertain: "He hasn't been seen in a long time, I haven't seen him in hundreds of years......"

Hearing this, Lin Miao, who had not spoken, asked in surprise, "How long have you lived?" ”

"Demons have a long lifespan...... "Velve casually turned to Zhang Luo and asked, "I don't know where Bafont is, but if you need it, I might be able to summon him." ”

"Then please, I have something I want to ask him." Zhang Luo said immediately. (To be continued.) )