Recently, there has been a lot of chaos in the city, the police are mostly imperial, and the detectives are often from colonial backgrounds, and the contradictions between the two sides are not only reflected in the profession, but also in the ethnicity.

The police of this era are, to some extent, a tool for maintaining social order.

A young man in a sheriff's uniform came up, yes, he was Charles, our protagonist, and when he woke up at night, he saw the case in the morning, and the surrounding police officers immediately gathered around him to report it.

"What's going on here?"

A detective with very sharp eyes and a slender hooked nose approached Charles.

"Hello, I'm Detective Locke. ”

"You must be the new sheriff, right?"

"There was a murder in a slum today, and under normal circumstances, it would be fine, and such ugliness would not even make the surrounding streets notorious. ”

"But if you don't care about it, I'm sure newspaper reporters will combine our cases with gossip in the age of this explosion of crime." ”

"They will keep spreading rumors and exaggerating things. Under the banner of respecting the case, he actually serves the devil of money. ”

Charles looked at the corpses lying on the ground, and looked at the pierced chests of the two, one with his head rolling beside him like a football.

The skin on the face is peeled off, and the red tendons and blood-colored mucous membranes make people extremely disgusting.

Around the wall were rows of squatting people, all of whom had just been discovered to be contained.

Under the spiritual vision, it was found that these people were ordinary people.

Men wore washed yellowed clothes, while women wore aprons around their waists.

Charles waved his hand and motioned for them to be released, and the crowd who were unwilling to delay their work were grateful to Dade for leaving.

Ignoring the experienced detective, Charles walked over to a nearby house and stared at it for a moment.

He thought that in the future, he must learn some divination spells, otherwise some of them will be affected in the future, and now it will be a problem to handle the case.

"Sheriff, what are you looking at? According to my analysis, the force that penetrates the chest is more than five times that of a human, and the head that fell off is estimated to have been screwed off. The detective said cautiously.

Charles turned his head and fixed his eyes on Detective Locke.

"You don't know the Dark World?"

Detective Locke pondered for a long time, "I have indeed heard of it before, and I have seen it a few times before. ”

"At the time, I suspected that the world was deranged, but the more I came into contact with it, the more I was vaguely convinced. ”

"Today I'm sure. ”

Charles tapped on the doorpost, his eyes reflecting strange ripples.

"The case is clearly a case of intentional homicide by transcendentals. ”

Cover your forehead.

"I went to investigate the case, and you exaggerated the case to the outside world. ”

"You can make this matter bigger, divert attention and discuss the direction, let's just say that a mentally ill man has a hobby of gay, and he ...... corpses , try to paralyze the murderer. ”

"I believe that those journalists who are good will be very happy with this statement. ”

"This kind of case can be investigated by ordinary departments without investigation, and a bunch of people will die. ”

Detective Locke nodded.

......

Charles plans to go to the black market to find out if there is any information about this organization.

Thinking that if these things were on the black market, they might have changed hands and be sold, and in his somewhat vague memory, he remembered that Uncle Buck had mentioned a Tavern of the Transcendental.

122 Redbeard Street.

After asking passers-by, he hurried to No. 122 Redbeard Street in the Grand Wharf District, where he found the store under the guidance of bright sunlight and dappled light and shadow.

Looking at the red-beard-style plaque, he pushed away the cold red handle, and in front of him was a figure shrouded in gray robes.

"Who introduced you?"

"Uncle Buck. ”

Turning to the side slightly, "Oh, it turns out that you are from the Black Hand, and the president of your organization has come to Will." ”

Charles pondered for a moment and stepped into the room.

Walk through the zigzag corridor behind the door, and there are more than a dozen round tables made of solid wood.

There are pale haired men with lazy pipes.

There are also grim men in capes and top hats, and seafarers with distinctly pirate attire, and on his shoulders stands a monkey .......

He also wears a cold cape, a black round felt hat, and a black glove on his right hand, which fluctuates to indicate that this is an extraordinary item.

There's a cowhide meeting going on around to talk about ...... exciting things that have happened lately.

"The police cordoned off the scene of the madman's crime. ”

"It's too arrogant to kill people without destroying the body. ”

"Isn't he afraid of the discovery of divination?"

While everyone was speculating, a newly appointed gray-robed priest puffed out his chest to show off his knowledge and uttered a shocking news.

"The Holy See records the evil ritual of the path of fear, which stems from the mental fluctuations of fear. ”

"The true meaning of fear was in their hands, and the night covered his robes. ”

After a pause, he uttered in a strange tone.

"They walk through fear, their personalities twisted in the night, and the twists and anguish of their dying days are their source. ”

"They're called Dreadwalkers!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire tavern fell into an eerie silence, and some people were dazed.

More people looked at the guy with unkind eyes...... I wanted to tear him alive.

"Sometimes you can't talk about it. ”

It's just a code name for novice transcendents who don't understand Dreadwalkers, and they don't know the layers of corpses behind those four words.

For there has never been a record of the Fear Walker being caught, the Cardinal Archbishop was once killed, and every time he was born was a sign of bloodshed.

The lone weak transcendent is devoured by the Dreadwalker.

The people who come here are not all extremely powerful transcendents.

The priest paused again.

He spoke slowly in a deep smoky voice and strange words, "Cardinal Kemer of the Starry Sky came out of nowhere to find him, and his hair was cut off while he was asleep. ”

This news is like a biting ice, and for these low-level transcendent cardinals, the cardinal archbishop may be the pinnacle of life.

It was the peak of the superposition of the mundane and the transcendent.