In the small room of the tavern, there was a dead silence except for the sound of flesh and blood constantly falling. The corpse's severed head was wide and hollow, wriggling its throat, lying quietly in the corner of the table, close to its dissected corpse.

Intestines and organs are piled up in small mountains under stinking garbage channels.

Next to him, Yager looked at the parchment he pulled out of the corpse in front of him expressionlessly, his brain racing.

In just two lines, the word "report" is very spiritual, especially when it is followed by three of Beckland's main forces.

It was as if the man who wrote it was sure he didn't belong to any of them.

In addition, the letter calling him over was signed Williams.

Which of the East Side gangsters kidnapped and wanted to make a fortune from him?

Quite possibly.

Yager subconsciously knocked on the table as he carefully examined the paper.

In fact, seeing the corpse on the ground, coupled with the extraordinary properties on the table, there are very few categories of initiators that Beckland can suspect.

Except that a cult is still a cult.

If you want to guess, 99% is between the Aurora Society, which he has reported to the Night Church, the Blood Cult of Serial Murder, and the Rose School, which he is suspected of.

The remaining possibility is a cult that he has not heard of.

In the room, Yager fell into deep thought.

However, at this moment, the noisy tavern outside the door suddenly fell silent, and there was not a single human voice heard at the noon meal.

Behind the thin door panels, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and it seemed that a small group of people were rushing towards this side.

A bad premonition arose.

The wriggling corpse of him, could not hand over the items.

Why is this story so familiar!

The young man, whose boots were splattered with blood, frowned a little, staring at the writing on the parchment, caught in a deep dilemma.

"Bang!"

The fragile tavern cubicle door was slammed open.

Because of the limited mass of the door panels and door locks, while obediently making way for the visitors, they also crumbled into pieces of wood with uneven tips, which made the bosses who followed the crowd tremble.

However, even more liver-trembling pictures are about to appear.

A middle-aged man who had just slammed open the door walked into the cubicle, dressed in black robes, and behind him was a group of Mechanical Heart team members.

The man had messy gray hair and looked as if he had been blown up by lightning many times.

Holding an ancient silver mirror in his hand.

He is none other than Arodes' humble "conductive officer", the leader of the Mechanical Heart, Iconser Bernard, who has a relationship with Yager through the mirror.

"Don't move!" The moment he saw the inside of the house, Iconse pulled out his revolver with lightning speed.

Behind him, the others who poked their heads out gasped.

The floor of the room was almost entirely stained red, and the interior was filled with the rich stench of decomposing corpses.

A classic homicide scene scene.

As the case of the Beckland serial murders pursued by the Nightwatchmen was still unresolved, all the church members were nervous, staring solemnly and sharply at the only living person.

"I'm the informant of the night watchman, and I didn't kill people."

And the black-haired young man who looked most like a perverted murderer, with an overly calm expression in the middle, slowly raised his hand, revealing the night holy emblem in his palm.

The emblem exudes a serenity and ease in the occult.

Obviously, it's not an imitation that can be made at will.

The atmosphere of the spur of the day stalled.

Iconse's tense mood relaxed slightly, and the muzzle of the gun gradually moved down, but he didn't completely let down his guard: "Did you bring an informant card from the Night Church?" Show it off. ”

Thousands of miles away in a notebook.

Ince Zangwille believed that Laneus's plan would not succeed. Because Yager Dryster of the Minsk office would be the scapegoat for his plan, he was arrested and interrogated by the Church of Steam and Mechanics. ”

"Oh! But how could the stupid Zangewill know that a few weeks ago, the mysterious paralegal had become an informant for the Church of the Night? His blindness to intelligence has brought his plans to the brink of bankruptcy. ”

(Large black smear marks)

“…… However, despite all the attention paid to this, the Heart of the Machine has not been able to connect it to the Aurora Society. ”

"The divinity of the Creator interferes with their ability to obtain information."

"The plan is still progressing as planned."

……

After a brief check, the Mechanical Heart men split into two teams. One team brought the unconscious boss back to the office, while the other team, working in pairs, began patrolling the area.

Only the leader Iconse squeezed in.

There was blood on the ground almost everywhere, and there was less room to stand.

Iconse stood by the wall, frowning, recreating the tangled state of Agger a few minutes ago.

"You mean, you came here after you received this letter?"

"That's right."

Handing over the red envelope, Yager nodded.

"You noticed someone watching outside the window, so you feel that something is wrong?"

"Yes."

"Is this parchment like it was from the beginning?!" Looking through the evidence around him, Iconse raised his voice in confusion.

In his hand, the blood-stained parchment was less than a knuckle wide, and it looked like a slip of paper from a student.

There are ugly cracks like dogs gnawing mud underneath.

The handwriting is only one line.

"yes." Yager replied with an unchanging face, "Who knows what those cultists think, maybe they are so poor that they don't even have a place to buy paper." ”

Iconse nodded incredulously.

The paper only indicated the location where the crystals on the table needed to be delivered.

Presumably because the cultists felt that the corpse was enough to count as a threat, right? Most of their brains aren't quite normal anyway.

The leader of the Heart of Machines barely came back.

"By the way, what's the matter with the blood spot in the corner of your mouth?"

"Huh? Oh, I accidentally splashed it when I opened the door, hehe. ”

With a flawless smile, Yager's fingertips wiped away the strange little scarlet marks on his face.

His features had a strange evil in the gloomy weather, like a vampire who had just finished eating.

I just don't know what the "meal" tastes like.

“……”

Suspicious informant.

Iconcer, on the other side, looked at the dead fish and summed it up in his heart.

However, he did not suspect that the other party was the perpetrator, after all, the other party's documents were complete, and he also showed an emblem with the atmosphere of night. In fact, many night watchmen do not have such proof.

Those who don't know think that the young man is a night servant.

The squad leader then looked left and right, and even went to the window to confirm that there was no other evidence at the scene.

The extraordinary, who was said to have watched over the place, has also left.

The only thing in the room was the dark red blood still flowing.

Finally, with a loveless expression, Iconse sighed and took out the quaint silver mirror in his hand and placed it on the table. The black robes of the Mechanical Church he wore reflected gray light under the dim sky.

The mirror was the same Arrodus that Aager had seen from afar during the church inspection.

Its pattern is as mysterious as ever.

Iconser, with his messy hair, reached out and stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times.

"Dear Arodes, my question is, who is to blame for this man's death?"

There was a thick reluctance in his voice.

The silver mirror emitted a thin glow, floating in the air, slowly trembling......

A few seconds later—

But nothing is visible!

Plus more in the day after tomorrow, today is still a normal update.

But whether it can be considered a blast or not, I'm not sure......

(End of chapter)