Well, my informant died just after the operation, so I'm very suspicious.

Douglas secretly scolded for bad luck, this time is too unfortunate. At present, the special experience of all the victims of this "demonic" murder case in mid-to-late November has given him some unfounded but attractive conjectures. After all, his own experience also perfectly fits the conditions for the "devil" to select victims.

Even the smallest probability multiplied by the huge population base can yield much larger data than expected...... But there are few coincidences involving extraordinary incidents, let alone a series of ten cases suspected of being inspired by evil gods. This strange commonality made Douglas can't help but wonder if these unlucky victims could be "time-travelers" who collectively "crossed" over at that time like himself? And because of the special brought by "crossing", it was discovered by some existence, and it was tragically poisoned?

He wanted to take the opportunity of the follow-up investigation to confirm whether the victims had any signs of memory loss and temperament changes. But at the moment, MI9's involvement and the intelligence it brought put him in an extremely awkward position. Out of the need to avoid suspicion, he must not be able to participate in the investigation of this case on the front line, so he will not be able to prove his conjecture, not to mention that the church is likely to review this matter.

The side effects of "lucidity" from fusing two souls during the time trip had long since passed, and Douglas wasn't sure if he would be able to use the test of extraordinary abilities without any doubt. It took him a few seconds to digest the bad news, putting his hands behind his back and rubbing his knuckles anxiously as he thought about how to cope.

By the way, why did MI9 target the "Nighthawk" at this time? MI9 is not responsible for the day-to-day monitoring of the underground market, like the Church, and only takes action when there is a task, and they are directly accountable to the royal family...... How does this feel like the problem is getting bigger and bigger? Douglas couldn't say anything, so he had to say simply: "Then in this matter, what do you need my cooperation with?" ”

The MI9 member raised his hand to the frame and did not answer the question directly, but turned to Father Scholz next to him: "I would like to have a separate conversation with this gentleman." ”

To Douglas's surprise, Father Schultz almost immediately rejected the other party in a firm tone: "I don't agree. ”

He couldn't help but turn his head slightly to look at the old man, who had always been gentle and kind like his grandfather. This is a direct rejection that is too rare in the social interaction of advocating subtlety, so rare that it is a bit rude, not to mention that it is your own side that is suspicious and weak now, and the Church of Mother Earth God only has the right to preach in Rune, and it is not strong at all. Douglas rubbed over the priest, trying to show that he was willing to cooperate with the investigation.

Father Schultz gave him a reassuring look and said as usual: "After all, Douglas is still a supernumerary, and if you have information that is inconvenient for you to disclose here, you can choose to negotiate with me, Mr. Taryn." ”

Douglas and the MI9 member known as Taryn were silent together, and the expressions of the two men were subtly similar: What's the matter, according to tradition, aren't temporary workers used to take the blame?

But the other church members who remained in the room clearly agreed with Father Schultz's words, especially the big brother of the Storm Church, who let out an undisguised "tsk" of impatience, clearly unhappy with the attitude of being covered up by MI9. This extraordinary case was led by the Church from beginning to end, but MI9 intervened at this time, although it was all for work, but this attitude of clearly prostituting your information is not ready for equivalent exchange is very unpleasant.

Unpleasant, but can't do it, the eldest brother can only use loud tone words to express his feelings.

Tyron felt the attitude of the church, as if he wanted to sigh, but he held back, turned to the others and bowed slightly: "I am afraid that you have misunderstood the intention of your majesty, and swear to His Majesty the King that the information I hope to obtain is only related to the mission of MI9, and will not hinder the follow-up investigation of this extraordinary incident, and I will not be able to share more information with you." ”

After saying that, he straightened his back, looked at Father Schultz again, and proposed a softer plan: "I hope to talk to this gentleman with your permission and witness, what do you think?" ”

Douglas, who received the priest's signal, nodded hurriedly, anyway, things are already so troublesome, since the church is willing to give him a little confidence, then of course he will not refuse.

So after the rest of the church left, the three sat down face to face. Tyron, who roughly grasped Father Schultz's attitude, did not talk nonsense, and said quickly: "First of all, Mr. Douglas, I hope you try not to ask me, I have no information to reveal to you, I hope we can save each other a little time; Secondly, I can't guarantee that such an exchange will be the last, but I can be sure that such an exchange will be beneficial to you; Finally, as an extraordinary person, I have the ability to judge the truth of what you say, and I ask you to answer the questions as informatively and accurately as possible, and not to undermine the trust between us. Can we start now? ”

For the first time, I know that there is such an otherworldly term for "unilateral interrogation", is this the art of language...... Douglas muttered inwardly and gave a "please" gesture.

He watched as Taryn pulled out a pen and leather notebook from his pocket, and as the other party opened the notebook, he suddenly smelled a vague fragrance in the air.

The spiritual intuition shuddered slightly, reminding Douglas that he seemed to have been exposed to this scent, not like a perfume, and far more complex than the scent of natural plants...... He sniffed a little dazedly, but the aroma dissipated faintly, making it difficult to catch. Douglas had no choice but to turn his gaze to Taryn, only to find that the other party was also looking at him, as if observing his reaction.

Douglas's eyes flickered, and he didn't look away, taking the opportunity to try to remember Taryn's facial features. He was a little blind in his face, and the memories of his original owner had been blurring for months, and Douglas wasn't sure if he had crossed paths with Taryn before, and he couldn't remember when he had smelled a similar aroma, but now was not a good time to think about it, so he had to remember the face first.

"Ahem," Taryn raised his hand to help his glasses that hadn't slipped at all, and broke the gaping stare with a question, "You were involved in the investigation of the anomalous arson case in the Eastern End last December, didn't you?" ”

"Yes, I have submitted all the findings to the church."

"As far as I know, not all." Taryn said as he pulled out an inch-square black-and-white photograph from his notebook and shoved it in front of Douglas.

The photograph appears to be a cropped corner of the larger photograph and does not show a boy's side face very clearly. Douglas looked at the boy in the photo for several seconds before he recognized the boy in the photo...... It was actually Little John, whom I met by chance.

Is that okay? He looked at the picture again and again, somewhat incredulously. How would they know I had met this little guy? We didn't say a word, and we haven't seen each other since that day......

"......," Douglas said in a deep voice, holding back the urge to ask a rhetorical question, "I do know this boy, and I met him once during the investigation, but the information he gave did not match the actual situation, and after divination, I confirmed that he was lying, so I did not report the relevant situation." ”

After saying that, he subconsciously glanced at Father Schultz. If I have to say, this is indeed the content of the investigation that he did not report to the church, but it is one of his jobs to sift through valid information, especially this kind of information from private sources that is quite different from the known information, which is often kicked out of the scope of consideration, because it is likely to be a specious content fabricated in order to cheat a little intelligence money.

Father Schultz, who was listening to the conversation, did not react in any way, and Taryn scribbled a few words in his notebook and continued to ask: "What did he tell you?" Tell me more about it. ”

After a few months, it suddenly reminded me of this kind of detail...... After asking for permission, Douglas pulled out his notebook for work, flipped through the pages in front of Tarron, and found the records of the arson investigation in December.

"'Strange woman, with an unknown face, long hair, and a strong scent on her body, had been wandering around before the fire.' , the source is unreliable and not credible. Taryn read out the brief annotations one by one, and took note of them.

Hearing these words, Douglas pressed his fingers on the notebook and suddenly pressed a little harder. These keywords combined with the familiar scent from before seemed to combine into a key, and together opened the memories that should have been locked. Certain images began to flash back in his mind, and Douglass stared blankly at the table, avoiding eye contact with the other two, forcing himself to remain calm.

Unfortunately, he finally remembered why he was familiar with the scent.

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"How many are these?"

"Aren't you the one in charge of counting?"

"I report, there is a lazy place here!"

"The main body is not there, who do you report it to?"

“……”

The whisper of chirping echoed through the room, and the topic revolved around a girl in the room who seemed to be asleep. The crows that landed on the windows, the mosquitoes and flies that stung the girl's skin, and the microbes that drifted in the air all vied to be the first to express their opinions. And sitting on the edge of the bed, the young man in a classical wizard's robe and a soft felt hat listened to the discussion with a smile, but his dark eyes kept staring at the girl and did not move away.

After a few minutes, the young man suddenly raised his hand and touched the crystal lens stuck in his right eye. The whispering stopped tacitly, and at the same time, the sleeping girl slowly woke up, her expression a little confused at first, and then nervous and implicitly excited. When she saw the young man guarding the bedside, she immediately sat up and looked at each other with bright eyes: "I—I really saw it!" ”

The young man smiled gently, signaling that she could speak slowly.

So the girl recalled the vision she had dreamed of after reciting the name of the "Fool" seven times. It was an endless gray mist, and in the depths of the gray mist there was a tall and magnificent temple that would appear in mythological stories, and tens of thousands of reddish stars hung in the air, flickering like breathing. In the center of the hall is an ancient and elegant bronze table, on which a man with an unclear face sits upright, exuding a god-like majesty.

At this point, she asked the young man expectantly, "Is that what you call Mr. 'Fool'?" ”

"That's right......," the young man touched his chin, as if in some kind of contemplation, "then, did Mr. 'Fool' say anything to you?" ”

"He, no, he's like...... Seems to tell me to go to the church of the fool in Baiam. "Before I could ask Him more, I felt myself falling, away from the gray mist, and then I woke up." ”

The young man shook his head with a smile, looked at the girl and said, "Well, thank you for your help, miss." Now it's your turn, is there anything you want to ask me? ”

The girl seemed to have been thinking about it for a long time, and blurted out: "Mr. Amon, I think, I want to be an extraordinary person like you!" Can you give me a little guidance and help in this regard? ”

Amun, with slightly curly black hair and a thin face, was not surprised by this request. He stood up, bent slightly to look down at the girl, and reached out to stroke the broken hair on her forehead: "Of course, this is an easy wish to fulfill. ”

The girl, who had thought she was one step closer to going home, suddenly felt a palpitation for no apparent reason when Amon's palm covered her vision, as if someone had put his hand into her chest and grabbed the pounding heart. The girl almost subconsciously leaned back to dodge, but froze in place halfway through the movement. Amon's hand moved away, and the light re-illuminated the girl's increasingly dark eyes, and she slowly raised her hand, and out of nowhere, she took out a crystal-polished lens and put it on her right eye.

Young Amon straightened up and applauded with satisfaction, "Now we are the same. ”

The whispers around him became agitated again. The young girl Amon sighed regretfully: "It can be determined that the 'fool' is using the breath of the source castle to ...... these"

Youmeng answered: "The body intends to call them the remnants of the old days." ”

"What a tasteless name." The young girl Amon reluctantly adopted the title, "Well, the aura of the source castle is only a positioning of the remnants of the past, only a person, and does not contain any characteristics. With the breath of the Source Fort as a medium, it is easier for the remnants of the old days to get a response from the 'Fool', but the 'Fool' body is still sleeping, and it should be the clone that has been set in advance to respond. Even if they parasitized in advance and turned them into 'us', the 'fools' did not interfere.

"Unless the main body makes a move, there is no way to find a way to exploit the Source Fort through the 'loophole' of residual breath."

"Neither can the ontology. Poor Being, He is now just Sequence One. Amun the raven croaked loudly.

The other Amun scolded it in unison: "Shut up! ”

The crow was thrown out the window. The young Amon brushed away the crow feathers on the windowsill and looked at the pedestrians on the street leisurely: "You don't have to use the source fort directly, you can find a way to wake up the 'fool' for a short time. ”

"How can you be sure that the one who is awakened must be the 'Fool'?" The girl Amon stretched and slapped a mosquito around her.

"It is the 'fool' himself who responds to the remnants of the past, that's the rule. All we have to do is add a little bit to the rules...... Favorable to our terms. Young Amon snapped his fingers and recovered the unnecessary clone, "There aren't many remnants of the old days that can be found in the Southern Continent, let's go, go to Beckland." ”