“…… I saw the murderer...... Has ghoul traits...... Duke Habs appeared...... He desecrated the corpse...... All the bodies, including Lady Mary......"

"Gross-"

Inspector Pyne, who was watching his dreams, suddenly opened his eyes and rushed out of the lobby, and as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he couldn't help but hold on to the threshold, pulled off the bird's beak mask and vomited.

A sheriff walked over, took out a bottle of potion and handed it over.

Pine took it and sniffed, the pungent smell softened the urge to vomit, and his face was still extremely pale.

"What do you see?"

Habs...... Entered a state of necrosity! Pine whispered.

The visitor was silent.

The state of corpse eating, that is, the act of eating a corpse.

This is the evil desire of the abominable ghouls, and once the human behavior is in this way, it is basically a sign of falling into the path of perdition, becoming a companion of those abominable and stenching things.

This evidence was enough to sentence the Duke of Habs to death.

In Ingleson, the Nautical Church forbade inlays from interfering in the way of merchants, and at most allowed them to train agents to participate in the trade in mysterious objects.

In nautical terms, money corrupts the mosaic.

Therefore, even if the mosaic had absolute violence in Ingson's hands, he could not dispose of the nobles and factory owners who wielded wealth at will.

Now there is crucial evidence that the Duke of Habs is doomed.

Now the only minor trouble is how to arrange the charges?

"It's hard work, let's go back and rest early!"

A sheriff walked over and patted Pine on the shoulder.

Pine nodded, no excuse.

He left the lobby in a trance, and somehow left the farmstead and returned to his home on Listter Street.

He drove away all the servants and sat down in his chair in a long silence.

……

……

After burning the underground chamber of Duke Habs's farm, Li Shenzhi's mission was completed.

He got into the Sheriff's carriage and returned to Tudor.

Li Shenzhi specially told the groom to go back to No. 22 Lister Avenue first.

For no other reason, he felt that he was no longer clean after entering and exiting the underground secret room, and the foul smell that lingered on the tip of his nose made him decide not to wear this clothes.

So he's got to go back and take a hot shower!

The kind that uses up a whole soap.

"Mr. Langdon, your destination has arrived."

Under the sound of the groom's reminder, Li Shenzhi pushed the car door, breathed in the industrial exhaust fumes unique to Tudor air, and suddenly found that the air full of coke and dust was not unbearable.

Xie Bemfu, he stepped up the stairs to the house, his eyes subconsciously glancing at the Pine apartment across the door, countless thoughts crossed his mind.

"Jingle Bell ......"

A crisp and pleasant wind chime came from the opposite door, interrupting Li Shenzhi's thoughts.

He withdrew his gaze, reached into his pocket, pulled out the key, and prepared to open the door and enter the house.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a hallucination that had not appeared for a long time suddenly came.

No!

To be precise, he walked into the "hallucination", just like when he first walked to Langdon.

……

……

In the apartment at 23 Lister Street, Pine sat in a chair in a daze.

He didn't understand why Duke Habs would still participate in cults and even desecrate corpses, even if he had already enjoyed all the wealth in the world?

That's his own cousin!

His mind began to diverge, and he remembered the cases he had worked on over the years.

aristocratic night songs;

The poor eat bran vegetables.

Their vigilantes roam the brink of darkness and death, patrolling the pastures, serving the kingdom of Ingleson and its subjects, and finally in exchange for this pickled and dirty land?

"Hee-hee, poor human beings, always use false moral laws to cover up the truth of cannibalism."

Pyne burst out laughing sharply, his voice a little foxy, and a faint layer of a charming banshee's face appeared on his face.

"No, no, partial decay does not represent the glory of the whole, it is my devil."

Pine said with a grim face.

"Hee-hee, when it comes to the splendor of the Ingleson Empire, even the beggars on the streets of Tudor will raise their heads proudly! But where is the glory of the empire? In that splendid palace? Or the millions of workers struggling in the slums? Or even an acre of land with a net income of only £1 a year, and it has to be handed over to the aristocratic farmers? ”

The coquettish woman's voice is coquettish and flirtatious.

"The poor worm who indulges in the glory of the collective, the collective achievement of you, is also destroying you, this world is a dream, why care about a nightmare? Or is it a dream? ”

"Yes, life doesn't bring it, death doesn't bring it, how different is this from a dream......"

"Human life is too hard, let's go to the dream realm! The inhabitants there will live forever and enjoy wealth and freedom forever! ”

"yes, I'm a Nightmare Banshee...... No, I'm human, I'm Pyne! ”

Pine, muttering to himself, suddenly widened his eyes.

What did he seem to realize?

However, the mind was completely confused at this moment.

It's like waking up from a night's sleep, and I can't tell for a while, which is a dream? Is the reality over there?

Instinctive instinct told him that he had a long nightmare.

Look at the contents of this nightmare.

Hunger, plunder, murder, desecration, terror and evil...... How can reality be so terrifying?

Yes, I'm Nightmare Banshee...... No, no, no...... I'm Pine!

Pyne's body became transparent, and the male features of the human and the female form of the banshee overlapped and blended, waiting for the final choice of the soul.

In the battlefield where the body is used as a cage, the souls of the twin babies are like conjoined babies, expanding their wounds in tearing and blending with each other in healing!

Suddenly, the sound of hard prayers came from the struggle.

"Under the Stars, Above the Sea ......"

"Creator of all natural disasters and storms......"

"The God of Navigation Who Guides the Way in Visions and Storms......"

"Thy pious and humble servant, pray for thy favor......

……

"Hee-hee, lowly servant, how can you attract the attention of your master? It's just a nightmare, wake up! Ashley! ”

Chaotic logic, in the torn soul.

The prayer froze, and then it continued to be chanted, over and over again, until finally there was silence.

"Nightmares will be gone, Ashley!"

A cheerful voice came from Pyne's mouth, and his body was already close to transparency.

Even if it's just a nightmare, I'm not willing to go away! ’

A spark of thought, beating faintly in the soul: 'Unfortunately, I'm just a nightmare...... Suffering is false, happiness is false, even faith is false......

The spark of thought was beating with so much fear and unwillingness.

Even illusory nightmares fear death.

Then he saw the whirlpools of the deep sea, the eyes of the ocean, and the black sun that he had seen in the "false nightmare......

He is so big!

Suffocate the limits of his senses...... Obscuring all the distractions of his mind, leaving only endless fear and joy.

'Can vanity be so real?' ’

He thought in amazement.