Faslanka, Sil district!

In the bumpy carriage, Beswick read the material familiarly, he exhaled heavily, turned to Hollington, and said:

"It's really not something that the average police officer can handle, strictly speaking, it's worse than I thought."

"Worse?"

Hollington's expression became a little unnatural, as he was the police inspector of Faslangka, and often worked with the clergy of the church.

Many times, when you hear from a clergyman who has extraordinary powers, it must be very tricky, and if you don't get it right, there may be harmful incidents.

"Officer Beswick, may I venture to ask, is this really something extraordinary?"

"The basic judgment is that it is an extraordinary event, and ghosts are involved."

"In the otherworldly realm, hauntings are generally attributed to the spirit realm."

"Humans die and become ghosts, and ghosts can be promoted to ghosts under certain circumstances, and then ghosts...... If it's against a ghost-level spirit creature, I can't handle it. Besik said with a slight frown.

"It's understandable, I remember a year ago when I was off work at the police station as a bounty hunter, I encountered a mission that didn't sound dangerous, but the reality was extremely dangerous, which involved ghost revenge, and I still have lingering fears."

Hollington highlighted the highlights of his own experience with such an incident a year ago before continuing:

"It was a commission transferred from the Moonlight Bar."

"The commission was to protect the musician Sir Leon and evict the headless lady who climbed into his bed in the middle of the night, which sounds ridiculous, but in fact I experienced a similar situation in the second half of the night when I went to work as his personal bodyguard."

"For 3 days in a row, as long as I was by Sir Leon's side, there was always a terrible guy with a female appearance and a male body in the middle of the night, trying to climb into my bed, and then I gave up this commission, it was really scary."

"About two weeks later, Sir Leon, frustrated with the torture, jumped off the rope of the Reston Bridge, and appeared in the Faslanka Morning Paper."

"I believe that if his parents hadn't died in the accident three years ago, he would have sought help from the church when he encountered this kind of thing, and maybe he wouldn't have died so young."

Beswick had heard of this, and Sir Leon committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, which was reported in the newspapers as mental trauma.

Many people speculated whether he was in debt because of gambling money, so he couldn't think about it and jumped off the Reston Bridge.

But anyone who really knows Sir Aung knows that he doesn't like to play cards, let alone lose money, and even if he really loses in poker, as Sir Aang, it is only a matter of minutes for a bank loan to mortgage gambling debts.

"Everyone has their own destiny, and we will solve the hospital morgue problem first."

Closing the papers, Beswick took out the silver pocket watch with a curly grass pattern on the case from the pocket of his trench coat, opened it with a click, glanced at the time, and looked up at Holrington:

"It's here, get out of the car, evening is the time when ghosts are most active."

"Hell... When are ghosts most active? Holrington subconsciously swallowed his saliva and asked rhetorically.

"Am I going to go in this time?"

Besik rubbed his forehead and smiled:

"No, I'm just reminding you that as long as you haven't provoked the ghosts before, in general, they won't attack you for no reason."

"Okay, I'm still at the door, and if there are other problems, I can call for support as soon as possible."

"Anything, whatever you want."

Beswick didn't dwell too much on the question, the carriage was now parked at the entrance of Lexington Hospital, he opened the carriage door, entered the hospital, and walked all the way to the building of the morgue.

Lexington Hospital is located in the northern part of the Cassirer district of Faslan, covering an extremely large area, and from the outside, it does not look like a hospital, but rather a park.

With its shaded paths, barred rose gardens, and marble fountains with huge statues of white crosses and springs, it is arguably the most beautiful hospital in Farsranka.

The building is really beautiful, I haven't been to the hospital for a long time, and I'm a little uncomfortable.

Previously, the newspaper said that Huttonmar was experimenting with a new architectural style, which can be dozens of stories high, and if it really succeeds, it should also become a landmark of the city when applied to the hospital in the future.

Beswick made a quick walk through the garden and fountain to the gray hallway downstairs of the morgue.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white coat greeted him from the opposite side.

He had slightly curly blond hair, a broad, thin face, and a black thorn flower embroidered on the placket of his coat, which showed a strange beauty in the dim light of the wall lamp.

The middle-aged man glanced at Besik, he raised his hand and saluted:

"Good evening, sir!"

"Good evening." Besik smiled.

"I'm sorry, Officer Besik, I've thought about it, it's better to come along."

Just then, Officer Holrington trotted in from the back garden, holding on to the white brick wall, bent over, gasping for breath between the two.

"Let's go together, it's my mission after all."

After speaking, he raised his head and stroked his mustache, and subconsciously glanced at the middle-aged man in a white coat standing next to him.

"It's Dr. Chris, it's great that you're here, and I'm going to introduce you, this is Officer Beswick, the senior inspector sent from above to solve the morgue problem."

"I didn't expect that it was such a young police inspector, please forgive me for not being respectful enough just now."

After Chris listened to Hollington's introduction, he immediately smiled at the corner of his mouth and bent down again.

The Grand Inspector?

I can't afford it...... Besik was ashamed for a moment and hurriedly returned the salute.

After a few pleasantries, Dr. Chris pointed to the second-story house at the end of the corridor and said:

"The morgue where the accident happened is in that room, and I'll take you there."

"I'm tired."

As they spoke, the group of three went straight along the not very wide outer corridor and walked up the stairs to the door of the morgue.

There was nothing in front of the black iron door, but the chill from inside and out of the door spoke for itself.

Besik took the opportunity of Chris to open the door with the key, he reached out and pressed the half-height silk top hat on his head, pretending to be tidying, and the moment his palm was lowered, with the sound of the iron door gear turning, he snapped his fingers, and his vision quietly opened.

Crunch –

The iron door was directly pushed open, and suddenly an extreme cold air gushed out from the dimly shrouded corpse room, making people can't help but shiver.

Holrington, who had two delicate mustaches, couldn't help but lean back, his right hand kept pressing on the pouch of the gun under his armpit, for fear that something would happen in the next second and he would not be able to pull out the gun.

"Do you want to stay at the door, or do you want to go in together?"

Hollington reluctantly squeezed out a smile and responded, "Let's do it together." ”

"Where's Dr. Chris?"

At this time, Besik's eyes narrowed, and there was no expression on his bookish face.

"Me? I'm sorry, but I have another operation at night, and there are a lot of patients with lung problems in recent times, so I may not be able to investigate them together. ”

Chris shook his head, and in the dim darkness, he could faintly see his tired mental state.