Colly bought large portions of cooked meat coated with spices and held them in a bamboo basket and recycled paper in his arms, weighing 10 pounds.

"It's a pity that eating in the secret realm is like eating air, there is no taste and feedback."

Ke Li gave up after a little attempt, observing the secret world with a high degree of simulation.

For example, there are things like steam engines in this world, but many decent people still like to travel in public carriages.

There are specialized green trees and carriage lanes in the middle of the town, which look both progressive and traditional.

The so-called horse-drawn bus is also like a type of wooden car, but it is larger and similar in size to a steam train car.

Many people stand in wooden carriages on the upper and lower levels, powered by pack animals in front of them, and the price of city buses is one pence per kilometre.

If you want to leave the city and cross the city walls to other fortresses, the cost will rise to 2~3 pence, which is much more expensive than the public carriage.

He wanted to go to many places to search for memories and relive old dreams, but he didn't want to waste 10 gems to do it.

"Take an independent carriage, the money in your dreams will not be spent in vain."

The driver stops and opens the curtain of the carport to show the hygiene and cleanliness index.

"Go to the south of the city, Hump Street, any way."

Horse-drawn carriages move slowly along the unfrozen Medon River, and the floating foam on the river may be closely related to the factories that produce paper.

The carriage is as smooth as a boat, the scenery moves along the way, the air is filled with mist and a faint sour smell, and the picture is as light as a veil.

There was an unusual slight throbbing in his heart, and a pair of demonic eyes looked towards the source of the strangeness.

Unlike Mammoth Horn, which is mixed with blood and cold, the docks, industrial areas, and shanty towns exude a grotesque atmosphere of wandering sorrow, numbness and despair, drunkenness and confusion. As food production is reduced by the increasingly bad weather, food prices are being pushed to the brink of danger, and many workers are displaced farmers struggling to survive in the cities on a meager weekly wage.

A feeling of disgust, irritability, and the desire to destroy it completely was born in the bottom of my heart, and a desire to pull everyone back to hell naturally came to my mind. It was a simple and uncontrollable wish, echoing in my ears with cries and mourning.

Colley then closed his eyes, and the whispers of negative consciousness dissipated as the demon's eye closed.

The carriage left the Modon River and traveled a few blocks to Hemp Street.

"Less than 2 soles? Then you don't have to look for it. "Take out 2 silver coins and give them to the coachman.

"Thank you, Lord White, sir." The coachman gratefully accepted the silver coin and rode away.

Looking back, the carriages and horses all have emblems and emblems, which should be the property of the wealthy.

Perhaps for ordinary families, that set of carriages and horses is more expensive than human life.

The location of 27 Homp Street is relatively remote, and the style of the Moonlight Church where citizens participate in prayer is very different.

Typical townhouse fabric. Fences are made of black-painted iron pointed-end fences, every household has its own lawn and small backyard, some trees are planted in front of the door, the fallen leaves of maple and birch trees are swept and piled up, and there are a few red and yellow leaves stuck to the road.

Ke Li stood still at the intersection, and the aroma of barbecue in his arms was diluted a lot by the wind.

Black harp-like street lamp pillars are scattered on both sides of the stone brick road, and the gas lampshades are covered with plaster, which seems to have not been lit up recently.

“…… No one here? ”

Ke Li stepped on the stone brick road, gradually went deeper into it, and found that the Hemp neighborhood was unexpectedly shady and secluded.

There are no pedestrians walking around, only traces of life, just like the big mansion where the rich family does not live often, and only hired servants to clean it occasionally.

"Here it is, 27 Hemp Street." The Brave Hunt Church is much simpler than the Moonlight Church in the city.

Colly came to the door, pushed it open, and entered.

Surprisingly, there are no sculptures or portraits of gods and demons in the church, nor are there any clergy waiting for them.

Completely different from the prayer benches commonly used in the Moonlight Church, the furnishings of the Brave Hunt Church are a bit unusual:

At the end of the hall is a podium for books, curtains and glass are obscured in red or yellow, and a blanket with yellow edges on a red background extends from the podium to the doorway. On both sides of the carpet, there are three chairs and a red cloth round table with a table, making a total of 6 round tables.

In the white vase of each round table, a green rose with carbonized petals is inserted, and clean dinner plates and knives and forks are placed.

No chopstick holders, no tissue boxes.

"Isn't there a believer in the Brave Hunt Church? Or is it just a gathering of believers that is simply a prayer and a meal? ”

"Could it be a pagan organization that hunts the Church in name on the surface and controls the demon sequence behind the scenes?"

No secret room can be found on the surface, and the door to the basement is locked.

"Is there really no one? It vaguely feels like it's empty inside, and the space won't be smaller than the surface part. I don't know if it's because I haven't been here before, and I can't imagine what happens behind the gate, or if it's because of the blockade of mysterious properties. ”

Although there is a hunch that there is a high probability of occult-related records in it, it can't be opened or boiled.

Ke Li sat at the round table and gasped to recover his strength:

"It's strange that even though I made a lot of noise, no one showed up. If you knew this, it would be better to go to a place like the Public Security Bureau to check now, find clues about the activities of extraordinary organizations, and sneak into it openly. ”

Poppy and the clergy were not found, and the barbecue was left in the church and set off for the Authority.

Soon, Ke Li discovered the peculiarity of the secret realm: he could only interact with people in a simple and clear way, and if he didn't take the initiative to speak, or talk to someone explicitly, others would not be able to notice his existence.

"Could it be that the key to occult knowledge lies in Caliga?"

On the carriage, Ke Li thought a lot, but he lacked occult knowledge, and only had some traditional memories of the demon clan.

He didn't feel that he was closely connected to his family, and if he had been killed by the demonic beasts that had attacked the caravan earlier, this connection would have been severed.

If the demonic essence asks for the sacrifice of blood relatives, he will be more explicitly bewitched and hinted, instead of leaving easily after two words of chat.

"I don't know if I swallowed the gem, it had to do with the knowledge and hints of that scroll, it awakened my subconscious thoughts."

Ke Li thought of a verification plan, but he couldn't leave the secret realm on his own, so he could only keep it in mind for the time being.

Get out of the carriage and drill straight into the Authority. Walking through the reception room, the Devil's Eye peeks through into the blurred office area.

The vague figure sitting in front of the desk, the click of a typewriter, is full of mechanical rhythm and a sense of paragraph.

The device for sending the telegram resembles a chattering metal wall made up of safes, and I don't know how it was designed.

Beside him, he grabbed the doorknob and pressed it down hard, only to hear all sounds stop instantly.

Behind the crack in the door, the paper spit out by the typewriter floated in the air, as if someone had just taken it out, and half of it had evaporated.

“……？”

Colley's movements pause, like a sculpture that stands still in time.

Listen vigilantly for a moment, repeating the previous movements and backwards, before continuing to push the door open.

"Disappeared for unknown reasons."

Using the Demon's Eye to increase efficiency, Corley retrieved the key from the teacup containing the stationery and opened the iron door of the filing cabinet.

He casually flipped through the archives, a quick search through files and catalogs, trying to dig up the records of the Extraordinary and the Mortal Division.

Soon, Colley flipped to the specially marked file.

and a work diary for self-assessment of mental status:

"Alas! I still don't like working with bloodhounds, and compared to the gentlemen of the Moonshine Church, the Hound always feels like I can't breathe when it's rude. At the end of each mission, my subordinates and I were given a sedative, which I knew would make me forget the horror of reality so that I could return to normal life, but why not ask the elegant ladies and gentlemen of the Moonlight Church to help? ”

"If I left everything to the hounds, would I lose my job? Or did my job become that of the editor-in-chief of a news newspaper, and every day I had to rack my brains with my subordinates in the newsroom to make up excuses for 'accidental deaths'? No, try not to look for them if you can. ”

Colley's gaze quickly swapped between notes and signatures:

"The handwriting of the head of the sheriff's office? It seems to have been forced to write by an extraordinary organization. So, I lived a long time ago in a city where extraordinary events occurred with a low frequency, but as a contact, my vision was limited by the family business and my studies, and I was not aware of the danger. ”

Keep reading:

"There have been a lot of common crime incidents lately, and the hound took the initiative to ask me if I needed help, and I said that our people can handle it, otherwise we will always clean up the mess of the crime scene, and my men and I will go crazy one day, and the sedative will not be able to clean up those nightmares."

The hounds disagreed, believing that their tactics were effective in deterring ordinary criminals, as well as attracting the unlisted, uncontrolled extraordinaries of the city. I asked the Moonshine Church about it, and the gentlemen acquiesced and told me not to ask more. ”

"Well, I guess the day when the Sheriff's Bureau becomes an editorial office is possible, and hopefully it won't lead to a drop in my salary. In a few days I will hand over this work diary to the gentleman of the Moonshine Church for examination, and I will certainly be in good spirits. ”

"The hounds that follow the demons, with their very strong and slightly inhuman physiques, always make me feel uneasy, and even if I really have a mental problem, it is the hounds who are not doing it, and those broken corpses and disgusting decay do not frighten me."

Colley frowned, the complaints and bits and pieces in her work diary were rapidly increasing, and many of them were invalid information.

Exposure to anomalous events in ordinary humans can be expected to result in a decline in mental condition.

Knowledge and information are invisible hands that stir the subconscious mind and change behaviors and desires, even in the absence of explicit magical rituals.

"The gentlemen of the Moonlight Church say that my subordinates and I have developed a certain degree of mental problems, and I don't think so. But the church forced us to take a break and then come back to reassess our mental condition, during which time a new policing division would be formed. ”

"There are a lot of cases that are not done, but I have to transfer them to the newly established branch, and I feel that my power has been diluted and apportioned. For example, in some recent murder cases that were suspected of demonic sacrifice rituals, I suspected that there was something wrong with the bloodhounds, but the gentlemen of the Moonlight Church said that it was not the hounds who did it, they had professional hunting principles, and I had to prepare to leave for a vacation, anyway, the matter was not my business. ”

"This ...... It's gone? ”

Colly rummaged through the torn and glued back parts of her work diary, but found nothing.

It can only show that at the current point in time, Ink Winter City is not at peace.

The original security department, because the spiritual pollution was about to exceed the irreparable threshold, was forced to arrange a holiday by the Moonlight Church.

At the same time, a new security department was set up in Ink Winter City as a new consumable to bear the spiritual pollution.

"Those who believe in the Brave Hunting Church may not necessarily be the extraordinary ones of the pure demon sequence. However, the position and status seem to be okay, there is no such cerebral convulsion of natural faith and mortal enemy, judging from the diary, the official extraordinary person of the empire is much more restrained than I imagined. ”

"In such a situation, I can't tell whether it's good or bad, after all, I'm an anomalous sequence."

Ke Li casually stuffed the documents back, and was about to get up to leave, when suddenly the light at the door moved, and someone was moving at the door.

Ke Li subconsciously flashed into the blind spot of vision, but found that on the seat of the original office, a man with a curled beard appeared.

A strange woman pushes the door and enters:

"Sir! I'm going to file a police report, my family has been kidnapped! The cultists intend to sacrifice them! ”