Frick followed the security officer up to the cordoned off building, where the house where the crime occurred seemed to be at the end of the corner of the third floor. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Compared to the early morning sun, the corridors are rather dark, and the garbage made in the lives of residents is scattered everywhere, and the debris piled up in the corridors makes the building look even more dirty. I don't know if it was because of the case, the residents of the building were hiding in their homes, and the dead building seemed to have no movement of any living creatures except for the security officers who were busy with the investigation.

Even Frick could recognize the murder in that room, not because the door to the room where the crime occurred was guarded by two burly security officers, but because the door to the room had been unreasonably broken. It was like a gate that had been smashed open with a battering ram, and the hollow double-decked wooden gate was shattered by the tremendous force coming from the outside, and even the door frame was torn down by the attackers.

The security officer with Flick - he was called Lester by his colleagues - nodded at the two guards at the scene, and after briefly introducing Frick's identity, the two burly security officers stepped aside and let them enter the room where the crime had occurred.

"It's crazy......"

Why is it that every time I actually see something, I exceed my original expectations, and refresh my perception of the concept in a worse direction? If this is the case that the security officers have to deal with on a daily basis, then the city may have been in a frenzy.

Frick thinks he's seen a lot of depictions of murder scenes in various books, and he's actually seen the dead bodies of creatures many times because of his recent encounters. But it was only when he was confronted with the scene that unfolded behind the room that he could finally understand the reason for Lester's terrible face.

The murder did take place in this small room, and the body of the victim ...... Perhaps the remnants of the corpse fell on the wooden floor. It may not have been as vandalized as the two men in the bookstore, but it was more violent.

If the victim in the bookstore was blown apart from the inside out by an explosion of some kind of magic that penetrated deep into his body, then the fragments in front of him were obviously forcibly shattered by a huge force from the outside, just like the door of the room. Undoubtedly, like the last time the shards were found in the bookstore, no head was found, although it is possible that it was broken, but Frick prefers to believe that the killer took it.

In fact, in addition to the destroyed door behind him, there were many pieces of furniture crushed by weight in the room, and the murderer didn't care how much movement he would cause, but was still deliberately showing his presence. Not long ago, Frick had teased that the guards would not be free to manipulate corpses, but he did not expect that a mad murderer with an interest in playing with corpses would appear so soon.

The small room is painted a large area of red, and at first glance it looks like a mad artist has created a huge painting here. Vivid red soaked the worn plaid carpet, leaving scribbled lines of varying thicknesses on the cheap-looking wallpaper.

It is no exaggeration to say that the tragic scene in front of us is a "work of art" made by the murderer using the fragments of the victim, which is really indescribably interesting. And as if sucked into the madness in front of him, Flick stared blankly at the miserable painting, unable to utter a word.

There was also magic from the murderer in the fragments of the corpse, which had accumulated in the flesh and blood residues that had almost turned into shreds, and vaguely exuded some kind of caring power. It was precisely because of the influence of this power that the fragments of the deceased's spirit would be shattered to the point where they could be perceived from thousands of meters away.

This doesn't look like a spillover effect caused by too much destructive power, but rather like some kind of mark left by the murderer, showing off his destructive power. Even now, countless black debris spilled out of the ruined corpses, slowly decomposing in the sunlight.

Driven by an unknown force within his body, Frick's eyes couldn't help but search for the scattered fragments, looking at the fragments of corpses scattered throughout the room. The victim was like a fish, pressed to a chopping board by the butcher and cooked with various tools.

And in the wreckage, which can almost be seen as "minced meat", there are obviously many fine black fragments slowly overflowing, but the security officer stationed here has not noticed it. These remains, which were supposed to be fragments of thought and memory, were decomposed into dust in the sunlight and then settled in the earth.

According to Frick's recent Theosophical theories, these are the things that are often thought of as "souls" that carry the thoughts and memories that are meant to be living beings. When an individual dies, the thoughts and memories stored in the spirit will slowly overflow and settle in the material world, while the pure spirit, which is the essence of the soul, will pour back to the bottom of the water through the channel where it originally came.

These fragments are the basis of necromancy and necromancy, and they do not control the real soul, or even have nothing to do with the pure spirit of Theosophy research. The use of these fragments to access the remnants of past experience and knowledge, or to create spirits that resemble the dead, is the technique used in these disciplines.

Frick, however, noticed that the black fragments emanating from the corpse were subtly different from the "remnants of the soul" described in Theosophical theory. Although they slowly decompose in the sunlight and shatter into invisible dust, they are still floating in some wonderful way.

He has the common sense to capture the accumulation and dispersion of these "dusts", but it is difficult to fully grasp their overall trajectory. Even if you force your unreliable intuition to touch the scattered debris, they will cause a dull pain in the eyes because their total volume is so large.

"What's wrong with you...... Mr. Sierra Leone?"

In just an instant, it seemed like dozens or even hundreds of years had passed, and if Lester hadn't noticed that Flick's behavior was not quite right and stopped him, he would have been stunned for a while. But that strange feeling did not dissipate, he vaguely felt that these scattered "dust" had not completely disappeared, but were operating in a specific way, vaguely forming a wonderful technique.

Perhaps worried about Flick's physical condition, Lester took a step in his direction and stared at him with serious eyes. Even a battle-hardened garrison would have to turn pale when faced with such disgusting corpses again and again, let alone a scribe who didn't have to fight the enemy very much.

In fact, Frick is only a little stunned, and he is good enough, and he can even be said to have harder nerves than ordinary people. After all, even some of his security officers turned pale the moment they saw the tragic situation in the house, and they asked him to "go out to breathe".

"No, nothing, just some strange magical ways of working, but I can't decipher them for what they really are. ”

Frick shook his head, no longer forcibly chasing the trail of scattered dust: "After all, my major is books and ancient writing, and the rest is just a little bit of contact out of interest, so the theory of magic is only slightly better than that of a layman." Even if you can detect something unusual through your magical perception, you can't tell you what is going on. Still, I think this room should allow a careful investigation by the wizards of the garrison, and maybe find something that the average person wouldn't be able to detect. ”

With that, he got down on one knee and examined everything but the corpse, trying to find something else in the lacerations that covered the floor. There was apparently a mezzanine in the basement of the room, and the contents hidden in it had been looted, not even a single piece of paper remained.

According to Flick's idea, the real purpose of the attackers should have been to store the contents of the mezzanine, and it was only his interest to kill the owner of the house and manipulate it in the style of this grotesque art. Perhaps the victim's head also had some indescribable value to the group to which the killer belonged, so after destroying everything he could see in the room, he took the thing with him.

"I won't say the specific information about the victim, after all, you helped me investigate once before. The helpless security officer whispered to Frick, "We have checked before you came, and like the victims of those past cases, his head was taken by the killers." ”

In fact, he could put it in another way - there was no good news to tell Flick that the folk booksellers who appeared on the list were either reduced to cold corpses or were about to become cold corpses...... Perhaps many of them will become corpses like no other.

There is no doubt that these slain Shushan have something to do with the "sandalwood bookcase", and in addition to dealing in these high-priced private books, they also have some special books in their own collection. If this series of murders is a follow-up to the William Coulter affair, then their collection of books is undoubtedly the work of Dr. Coulter.

Even if the upper echelons of the garrison wanted to be able to hide the incident, it did not mean that they would be indifferent to the premeditated killing of the citizens of the Empire. There is no doubt that in addition to ordinary security officers like Lester, some special people belonging to the garrison should also start the operation.

But as it stands, even though they have tried their best to pursue the group that is wreaking havoc in the Gate of the North, they have not succeeded in preventing the other party from continuing their operations. If Lester is aware of the danger of his enemies but still wants to seek the truth, he may need to prepare for the worst.

Frick had a vague feeling that the group was not afraid of the strength of the garrison, and that they might even do something more exaggerated in the near future to let their opponents know how powerful they were.