Close the wooden door,
Jobtran suddenly grabbed Mills by the collar and pushed him against the wooden door.
His ferocious eyes stared at Mills' face, afraid to miss any subtle expression.
Mills' face showed surprise, bewilderment and inexplicable confusion. He couldn't understand why he was suddenly attacked.
"Tell me! Where did you get the mark on the door?"
Joe Butran said aggressively but quietly.
"Hey,
Can you let me go first
I promise to tell you everything honestly without hiding anything, so don't be so nervous, okay?"
Mills replied with cold sweat on his head.
Jobtran loosened his grip on Mills' collar.
Then he took a few steps back and sat down in Mills' favorite boss chair in a domineering manner.
Mills told all his past experiences.
Including the process of his father's sacrifice and subsequent rescue,
When talking about the statue of the evil god, Jobtran obviously had violent emotional fluctuations.
"Mr. Joe Bruin,
This is the story of the mark on my door,
I have no ill intentions, I just want to know what the mark represents, after all, it is related to the secret of my father's death."
Mils spoke frankly and showed the scar on his back to the captain of the security team to prove that his experience was not fictional.
Looking at the terrible scar, Joe Butran realized that the man in front of him was not lying.
And there was not a trace of falsehood in his tone, expression, and body posture;
Normal people, even mad people, would not leave so many scars on themselves.
What's more, scars on the back are even more difficult to fake.
Facing the man in front of him, perhaps he could tell him some secrets of the dark and mysterious side, so Joe Butran said,
"First, you have to promise me,
You are going to go down and erase the mark, and never tell anyone about its existence, can you do it?"
Mills was a little excited. He didn't expect that he would finally get the answer one day, so he nodded in agreement.
Joe Butran took out a Cuban cigar, lit it, took a puff, blew out a round of smoke rings, and said slowly,
"That mark belongs to the sleeping god, the Lord of R'lyeh.
No one in the world can pronounce its real name, they only know that it is called Cthulhu by its homonym.
I can't tell you other information, because the more you know,
The closer you are to the darkness, the easier it is for you to be swallowed by it."
Mills' heart trembled, and he also realized that there was no benefit in knowing too much about this knowledge, so he felt relieved.
For many years, the mark and the evil god statue have been a knot in his heart.
He tried to consult historians, archaeologists and mystics, but could not get an answer;
Either they were completely unaware, or they kicked Mills out of the house immediately.
Today, Mills finally got the accurate answer, which made him feel relieved.
Mills bowed to Joe Butran, showing his respect for this seemingly fierce man.
Joe Bruin, holding a cigar in his mouth, opened the door.
He led Mills downstairs to investigate the drunk's death, and called out to Vice Captain Tristene,
"Tristene, have you found anything? What is the cause of death?"
Tristana, who was squatting beside the dead man, stood up straight and gave Captain Jobtran a standard military salute.
"Captain, the deceased has an extremely terrified expression on his face, as if he had seen something terrifying that he could not accept.
The deceased's pupils were dilated, and the wooden floor beside him had traces of being scratched with great force.
There were sawdust from the same material as the wooden floor in the nails of the deceased.
It is not ruled out that the violent movements were caused by excessive fear leading to the stimulation of stress response.
The deceased had drunk alcohol before his death, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled from his clothes.
At present, it is not ruled out that drinking alcohol increases the workload on the heart and after being frightened,
A large amount of adrenaline is produced and reaches the heart, causing ventricular fibrillation and myocardial damage and death. ”①
Joe Butran stepped forward and took a quick look at the dead man, then said,
“The initial judgment is correct, but we will have to wait for the coroner to perform the autopsy to know whether your judgment is correct.
You did a good job, Dristnay, but you left out a crucial detail."
Tristene said respectfully to Jobtran,
"Captain, please give me your instructions."
Jobtran pointed to the dead man's eyeball and said,
"Look at the direction the dead man is looking.
That's where the bar is, and there should be something there that caused him to see the hallucination.
But we cannot rule out the possibility that he died of nightmares after drinking too much. Boss Mills, what happened at that time? "
Mills responded:
"I don't really know.
At that time, I was helping my friend go to the second floor to rest, and I heard the drunk man shouting "Yellow clothes, yellow clothes".
Maybe Pist had a clearer perspective than I did, as he was cleaning the bar at the entrance.”
Pist, who was standing nearby, immediately said,
"What the boss said was right. The drunk man suddenly shouted "Yellow clothes, yellow clothes". Then the boss helped Dr. Youdekao upstairs.
I went over to check and gave the drunk man a gentle push and he fell down.
I swear his death had nothing to do with any of us present here.
You can also ask the other drunks over there, I'm sure they see the same thing I do."
After some questioning, everyone present came to the same conclusion, but no one could associate it with the picture album.
At this time, the faces of Jobtran, Tristene and a group of security guards all became very ugly.
"Tristenay! Check the identity of this drunkard immediately!" Jobtran growled.
"That damned blasphemer sect still has remnants."
Joe Butran's heart was beating fast.
Tristram immediately arranged for his men to copy a picture of the deceased and went to the municipal government to investigate the identity of the drunkard.
At the same time, he ordered his subordinates to call for the corpse carrier and send the body to the coroner's place for further investigation.
Joe Butran had already guessed the whole story to a certain extent, so he said to Mills,
"Mr. Mills,
I hope you can keep your promise.
Please keep what I told you today a secret and destroy the mark. We will not bother you any more.
There is nothing suspicious about the people present, so you can clean up the scene.
For future investigations, we may come back to you to confirm your statement.
Of course, that is just a procedure, please understand and forgive me.
Guys, get ready to pack up. Oh, and ask those drunk guys for their contact information for follow-up investigations."
After asking for the addresses of the other drunkards, the security team left one after another.
Mills instructed Pistor to clean up the bar and told the drunks not to make a fuss.
In order to calm down the drunks, Mills paid the price with a few glasses of dark beer.
After a while, the cleaning work in the bar was completed, and the Black Pepper Bar seemed to be back to its bright and clean state.
Mills took the paint and personally wiped off the mark of the Lord of R'lyeh on the door.
As the paint was applied layer by layer, the pattern was hidden, and the meaning of the mark was no longer important.
Mills opened another chapter in his life.
Mills adjusted the layout of the bar, the placement of the tables and chairs, and laid a red carpet on the floor to cover the scratches.
When customers ask why there are such changes, perhaps decoration is a reasonable excuse.
At this time, Yudkao was still sleeping soundly in the small room.
Unaware of what was happening outside, the album glowed quietly in the darkness, creating a suction force that had no effect on the living.
The drunkard's soul was pulled by the suction force, and any struggle was meaningless.
The souls that were supposed to enter the so-called heaven, hell or paradise had all their soul power absorbed by the album and dissipated.
The album seemed to stop glowing after absorbing the soul and returned to its original appearance.
As long as it is not opened, it is like a beautiful flower in a golden bottle from the East, a beautiful flower of death.
Jobtran was flipping through the piles of documents in the archives.
There are a lot of documents about yellow clothes, sacrifices and strange deaths.
There were two documents spread out in front of Joe Butran.
One of them was marked top secret, and the other contained the identity investigation report and autopsy results of the dead drunk.
Only the mayor and people from the mysterious investigation bureau can enter this archive room.
The Sixth Division of Joe Butran's Security Team belongs to the Mysterious Investigation Bureau, and usually uses the identity of a professional team that handles homicide cases as a cover;
Because only those bizarre murder scenes are related to the mysterious side, of course, ordinary murder cases are not ruled out.
General murder cases will be analyzed by the Sixth Squad and then transferred to the Sequence One to Five Squads for follow-up tracking and processing, but those related to mysterious knowledge will be handled solely by the Sixth Squad.
Those who deal with mysterious cases are all people who possess some mysterious knowledge. They are usually different from ordinary people and have different characteristics and strengths.
Just like Jobtran himself was originally a great detective who was good at rapier. After assisting the Mysterious Investigation Bureau in investigating some cases, he came into contact with the existence of the mysterious side and was absorbed as a member of the Mysterious Investigation Bureau. His deputy Tristene became the deputy captain of the Sixth Team.
Joe Butran felt a headache when he saw the information about the drunkard in front of him.
Name: Bourdain Willis
Age: 48
Occupation: Unemployed
Faith: Holy Light Sect
Marital status: Divorced, no children
Address: Room 507, Building 6, Pisi Street, East District Slums, living with seven people
Hobbies: Gambling
Sightings: In addition to the Black Pepper Bar, the last time he was seen was in an underground casino in the East District. He won three gold marks with 50 pfennigs and left.
Cause of death: Myocardial damage Note: A large amount of alcohol residue and a small amount of hemp leaf acid were detected in the body, suspected to have smoked hemp leaves
Cause of death: dilated pupils, out of focus, skin damage on the back of the head and neck, a small amount of intracranial hemorrhage, slight skin damage on the fingertips of both hands, liver ethanol poisoning
Analysis of afterimages in the eyeball: a blurry scarlet image, suspected to be related to intracranial hemorrhage, or possibly an illusion caused by the mysterious side
This document clearly states the cause of death of the drunkard Boldan.
If we follow normal logic, Boldan suffered from hallucinations under the combined effects of alcohol and narcotic acid, which triggered the stress effect and led to his own death.
Such a cause of death was enough to make the headline of Umr Daily "Shock! A man scared himself to death" as the next day's column news.
But the last words before death, the words "Yellow! Yellow!", and the scarlet image of the eyeball dissection,
All of this is enough to prove that this matter is definitely related to the mysterious side.
Jobtran's intuition was always very accurate, so he picked up another document marked top secret and started reading it.
The information is divided into several sections. The first section is about a fire in a woodworking factory in the West District.
A total of 49 people died in the fire.
The strange thing is that the body shape of the deceased did not show any gesture of survival or struggle.
At the same time, all forty-nine dead were wearing yellow robes.
The dead were kneeling in a circle towards the center, but there was only a spiral and twisted mark in the center.
The identities of the deceased were varied, including school-age girls, wealthy businessmen, elderly people, and even a pregnant woman with twins.
The Mysterious Investigation Bureau suspected that this was a ritual, a prayer to the mysterious being where the mark was.
However, due to the incorrect number of people, it suffered the backlash of evil.
The second paragraph is about the bodies found in the sewers of the city of Umr.
The deceased was wearing a yellow robe and had twisted marks on his back from being burned with an iron.
When the deceased was found, the body had already decayed in many places and had been bitten by sewer creatures in many parts. The specific cause of death remains unknown.
Some strange writing was found along with the body.
After being analyzed by the mysterious investigation bureau's text researchers, the following translation was obtained:
Sleeper of Pleiades, King of Carcosa,
We adore you, reveler in yellow,
The shackles of the starry sky cannot bind your majesty,
Please come!
The third paragraph is about the disappearance of a journalist from Umr Daily.
The reporter secretly infiltrated a mysterious cult organization called the Yellow Group.
I wrote down some words in the notebook hidden in my underwear.
But after being discovered by the Yellow Group's followers, his abdomen was cut open and he died with his brain missing.
The twisted limbs and painful expression on his face made the investigation bureau strongly suspect that the reporter was used as a living sacrifice.
The words recorded by the reporter have been torn off and kept in the mysterious investigation bureau.
Note: Because the body was too distorted, the mysterious investigation agency personnel forged a body and gave it to the family of the deceased
See attachment number X-067 for details
X-067-1
Oh my God, it turns out (Bloodstained) is a member of this evil organization. I really can’t believe what I’m seeing.
The (bloodstained) god they secretly believe in is not the same god we believe in!
These believers call themselves the Yellow Shirt Group and do some brutal things.
For example, using (blood-stained) cooked babies for (blood-stained) use, what terrible people they are!
No! I feel like they are not human beings at all! They are monsters! A group of monsters!
I must not be discovered. This is the most exaggerated news in Ulm in a hundred years!
I will expose these evils to the world! My (blood stain) will be proud of me.
But I don’t have enough evidence, I still need to be patient!
X-067-2
Today is the day they call feast, but why don't I find any food
Why can I feel the hostility and pity towards me today (Bloodstained)
Forget it, I'll just continue lurking.
These three pieces of information all point to the evil mysterious organization, the Yellow Clothes Group.
The whereabouts of the remaining members of the Yellow Group are still unknown.
Once the words "yellow clothes" and "deep space" appear in a case, the Yellow Clothes Group is highly suspected of committing crimes.