"Okay, let's stop teasing you," Jobbutran smiled and said to his men, "Boys, clean up the scene and go back to writing a report." ”"Jobutron, I've already sent someone to ask the mortuary to come, you go back and wait for the report."
Blanton said.Jobuterron waved his hand without looking back, and rode back first; He needs some time to gather his thoughts and prepare for the tricky cases that lie ahead.Tristhene first helped Verus bandage the wounds on his hands and was responsible for the deployment of the on-site team.Yudekaw, who fell to his knees ————, had endured inhuman pain since he was put on the yellow robe by Alphes.The yellow robe was windless and automatic on him, bringing invisible ripple-like fluctuations.In addition to the knowledge of the mysteries, it was more of a violent power that was infused into Yudekaw's body.Yudekao's physical fitness was originally lower than average, but under his paranoia, anger and hatred, he endured it; The yellow mark on his heart was also flashing in response to the force that hit his body.The yellow garment returned to Alfes's hand, but a crack suddenly appeared in Yudekaw's body, a crack that split through the middle of his forehead.Yudeko's skin was torn open by force in the middle of the crack, revealing tendons and muscles beneath the skin.This layer of skin was forcibly ripped off Yudekaw's body under the invisible force, but not a single drop of blood was shed in the process, and any blood that flowed out was absorbed by the peeling skin, and this layer of skin slowly transformed into a yellow robe.This robe belonging to Yudekao was automatically draped on Yudekao's body after it was formed, feeding Yudekao's blood and nutrients, and I saw that the skin on Yudekao's body was growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.After a while, Yudekaw stood up and bowed to Alphes, and said, "Thank you Priest Alphes for the opportunity, and praise the Lord of the High Yellow for giving me a second birth." ”At this time, Yudekao was no longer the bad old man, but had returned to the way he was in his twenties when he was young.The yellow robe that Yudekaw had lost was fed the vitality that Yudekaw needed to recover, and that vitality not only repaired his epidermis, but also repaired some of his dark wounds, and even made Yudekaw look rejuvenated.Alfis had been silently checking the changes in Yudekaw, at first Alphes never thought that Yudkao would be able to survive, after all, Yudeko's physical fitness was too poor, and Yudkow was only one of his many test subjects, and he didn't care if he played badly.Yudeko's success surprised Alfes, after all, the pain of peeling the skin is not something ordinary people can endure, and as long as there is a slight fear and withdrawal in the heart, the ritual will fail.Not only will the loser lose blood, but he will also be devoured by the Yellow Cloak that he has evolved, and then the Yellow Cloak will flee to the side of the Lord of the Yellow Cloak and become food for the servant Baiaki.Seeing the success of the Yudekao ceremony, Alphes was not only surprised, but he still pretended to say, "Well done, you have just completed the second trial.You can go, and I'm sure you should be able to deal with the trouble you've caused by now. ”Yud complied and respectfully left the Elphes Manor.Alphes opened the book alone, and looked at the contents of the book, which was the secret book of the Yellow Clothed Sect, and the contents of it would change from time to time, bringing new revelations to the followers.Alphes frowned as he looked at it, the revelation on the Secret Archive was the same as the last time he looked at it, and there was no change."
So what went wrong?"
Alfes thought to himself.—————— Jobuterron sat in his office, and he needed some time to digest the recent flurry of events.His instincts reminded him that the city of Ulm was no longer safe, that there seemed to be a big hand behind his back to manipulate these events, and that he even thought that he was a pawn.He shook his head, shaking off the unrealistic and illogical ideas, and thought to himself, "This is not what a detective should think. ”He then picked up two reports from the undertaker and the watchman about Sallyta's death.The mortuary's report, as Jobbutran had predicted, does not provide any clues to Sallyta's death from the point of view of modern science; But the Guardian's report is intriguing, with only a short paragraph: "The soul is mutilated, and the deceased dies without noticing any vision."
The dead don't lie, but the living do.- Silas the Guardian ""The dead don't lie, but the living do?"
”Jobuterrand whispered the words, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "It seems that I'm going to meet the guardian for a while." ”Guardians, a profession that is often considered by ordinary people to be the caretaker of cemeteries, but every true Guardian will have the support of the Mysterious Investigation Bureau behind them.In this world, not everyone is qualified to be a guardian.Every watchman had to dedicate half of his life and soul to Anubis, the janitor of hell, as a sacrifice, and only after entering a state of half-life and half-death could he obtain the approval of the janitor of hell.The Guardian gains the power to appease the undead from the power bestowed by Anubis, the Gatekeeper of Hell, which is possessed only by some mysterious Eastern monks, and is almost the only remaining method of direct communication with the undead in modern times.Tubtrand had a hint of anticipation in his heart, "I may be able to get some useful information from this strange guardian." ”Chobuterrand got on his horse and went to the cemetery in the suburbs, where the Watchmen were stationed.Even though it was noon in the scorching sun, this desolate cemetery still made people feel the slightest discomfort, and even the well-behaved horse did not want to get too close.Jobuterrand patted the horse's long face, comforted his foal, and tethered it to a tree with a crooked neck, where grass grew on the ground, just enough for the horse to eat.Next to the cemetery, there was a dilapidated log cabin, which was the residence of Silas, the Guardian.As Jobtrand was about to knock on the door, the wooden door with many nails squeaked open from the inside.Jobuterron disagreed, tidied up his appearance and walked through the door."
Hello, Mr.
Silas, I'm Chobuterrand of the Sixth Security Team."
Jo Butron said in a loud voice.The furnishings were very simple, but the walls were covered with scripture copied in holy script, and there were no windows in the house, so that no sunlight could penetrate the house.A candle glowing green was lit on the table, and on the old single sofa was an elegant black cat staring curiously at Jobbutron.Strangely, the house was empty.