Hathaway put down the teacup, picked up the tongs and fiddled with the charcoal in the fireplace, "The upside-down shadow simulated by the shadow you mentioned should be a special ability that very few people in the Witch's House organization are qualified to master. We still don't know whether the so-called upside-down shadow is a high-ranking god-like existence or something else. But since she can simulate a simple appearance, the person killed by your friend has at least seen himself The object of worship... That twin demon should be at least level 6, right? Ordinary mortals can't look directly at that kind of thing."
"I guess so… "
He didn't dare to look into her eyes, but pretended to look down at the cat. When facing the upside-down woman floating in the air just now, I did feel some discomfort, but compared with the many strange things I have seen before, this is nothing.
"Speaking of which, the worshipers of the new gods seem to be some weird guys. I don't intend to slander a true god, but whether it's the man in black who likes to collect strange things, or the twin demons like a lunatic, they don't seem to be insane people."
Jenkins couldn't answer the sentence and could only nod while Hathaway continued to comment.
"Too many things have really happened this year. Now the Witch's House, the Magic Eye Collection Association, and the liars who have just disappeared recently are all lurking in Nolan. I thought that after the devil's affairs were over, this place would be able to usher in a short period of time. I didn’t expect so many things to happen.”
In fact, Hathaway still underestimated the danger that Nolan City was facing now. The Sons of Mist project related to the dead Wesley, as well as the Undead project are both going on. The latter is even extremely possible, and it is related to the incident of the son of the evil god in the city of New Truman. But there is no need to say these things, it just adds to the troubles.
Seeing Jenkins frowned, Hathaway smiled softly:
"Don't worry, these things will be handled by the Orthodox Church. We will treat ourselves as little mice huddled in the corner. As long as we don't actively provoke others, there will be no problems."
"I'm not worried about that...well, I'm worried about that."
The girl covered her mouth and smiled gracefully again.
"Haven't you had dinner yet? Do you want me to ask the maid to make some?"
"Then I won't be polite."
Jenkins smiled shyly, wondering if it was socially appropriate to do so. He remembered one more thing, so he reminded:
"Could I get some milk? I haven't had chocolate for dinner yet."
The cat, which was lying on Jenkins' lap with its eyes closed, immediately narrowed its eyes, and its amber eyes turned towards the kitchen.
Meanwhile, on the banks of the Rhone, the ruins of low houses.
The night watchmen of the dark moon have arrived at the scene, and the police have cordoned off to maintain order. A man in a black robe/stands in the middle of the ruins, with his head down, playing with the poison bottle left by Jenkins at the scene . It has the unique decoration of the Witch's House, which can basically confirm the identities of the three people here.
"Stihl, what's the result of the divination?"
The man asked his pale companion standing in the corner. This gentleman is a little younger, but at this moment it is like a serious illness, making people worry that a gust of wind will kill him.
"Captain Faios, no, I saw a black shadow hanging upside down, which almost killed me. But the shadow is very similar to the one described in the Witch's House, so I can be sure it's them. Oh, and There's a shadow of an explosion, and that thing's deadly, Goddess, if it wasn't for the ring I was wearing last time, which took me out of the divination state in time, I think I'd have gone to see poor Barnard. "
Even though he said this, Steele's face returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his companions who were checking the scene ignored him.
The man called "Captain Feos" looked at the bottle in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out the cork. A green mist floated out immediately, and the man pointed with his left hand, and it was immediately fixed in the air.
The index finger drew a circle in the air, and a very fine green mist drifted into the nose. The man's nose twitched/twitched a few times, and his face turned dark, but returned to normal after a few seconds.
"Poison with extraordinary properties, if it is not a special item or targeted ability, it is almost impossible to cure."
He came to a conclusion, and then turned to ask his companion who was squatting aside to examine the corpse: "In the second half of this year, I remember that a special container that can turn water into poison appeared on the black market in this city."
"Yes, Captain, it's a wooden bowl. No information can be found in the data. It should be an item that was born recently or was lost in an era long ago. As for the characteristics, it seems that any body placed in it can slow down The bowl turns into poison, the longer it is stored, the stronger the toxicity, but it takes at least a month to form lethal toxicity. Originally, the church wanted to buy it, but the person who held it was very cautious, and the whereabouts of the bowl is unknown now.”
"One month? So if someone from the Witch's House bought that bowl, wouldn't it be possible to make such a poison?"
He tossed the bottle in his hand.
"I don't know, we have no direct contact with the bowl. Maybe we can ask the people in the church, they may have news. The line on the black market can also be used, and maybe we can really track down the buyer."
Captain Feos nodded, put the bottle in his pocket, and then asked: "How is it? Is there anything unusual about the corpse? If not, send these things back first, and let the people in the autopsy department take a look." .”
The man looking at the corpse stood up and swept his clothes with his hands. Because of his posture, some lime was stained there: "The corpse that was stoned to death should have been tortured during its lifetime. There were water stains on the corpse, and the face There are bruises from pressing with fingers, and a strange expression."
He looked at his captain, Feos nodded lightly and rubbed his hands: "That's right, it should be the 'twin devil'. This kind of person acts recklessly, doesn't care about offending anyone, and the attack is not serious .Although the two appearances are regarded as helping us, we can’t easily think that this is a kind person. After all, his behavior is not good. Hey~ This time, he actually blew up a house directly. How cruel is it? Only people would do this kind of thing in urban areas? We can only use the excuse of gas lamp explosions to explain it to the surrounding citizens."
"But the power of the gas explosion should not be so great."
The young man on the side reminded.
"The underground pipes also exploded. After all, the people don't know the details."