Some investigators received instructions from Fabia after completing their mission and were on their way back to the headquarters;
Some investigators immediately speed up the pace of the battle after receiving the order;
Some investigators who were exploring the ruins recorded their exploration progress and returned immediately.
This was the first time they received an emergency order from the Munihei headquarters.
The investigators all had their own ideas in mind, and Fabia, who seemed to have done something very physically demanding, lay weakly on the pile of files.
She didn't care about her own exposure, and instead chose to lie down in any position that made her feel comfortable.
“Okay, you can handle it yourself in a while. I’ve called the people over for you. It depends on your ability whether you can trick them into becoming your partners.
There is a seal on the table over there. Tap it on your Wolf-level investigator brooch and you will be the temporary acting director, but the effectiveness will only last for two days."
After hearing Fabia's order to expel him, Jobtran followed Fabia's instructions and tapped his brooch with the seal on the table.
The brooch that originally looked ordinary now glowed with blue light, vaguely adding a sense of majesty to the wearer, Jobtran.
After bowing to Fabia, Jobtran left the archives room.
When he closed the door, Jobtran could already hear Fabia's snoring.
Although Fabia's appearance and behavior seem a little unreliable, Jobtran has already guessed Fabia's true identity.
“I guess Fabia is the director who never shows up. She just hides her identity with a cute and silly look. But I think Fabia is not her real name.
The reason why she needs to hide her identity may be that her true identity may not be revealed in history. "
Jobtran did not delve into this issue, but decided to wait for the return of many investigators and persuade them to stop the fight between the two sects to avoid the loss of lives.
No matter which side wins, it is unacceptable to civilians.
Jobtran found a chair and sat quietly, putting his hands under his chin and supporting his head with the back of his hands, and began to think.
Jobtran recalled the cases and the Umr sewer case mentioned by the dog-level investigators in the hall before he met Fabia.
"Could it be that the struggle between the two factions had already begun at that time?"
Jobtran tried to think from the perspective of the Cthulhu Cult, and he hypnotized himself.
Repeat in your mind, "If I were a member of the Cthulhu sect, what would I do?"
“Celebrate the great return of Cthulhu. Take the hostile Yellow Group as prey and offer them to the overlord Cthulhu in the deep sea as a sacrifice for the king’s return!”
After gaining a general understanding of the practices of the Cthulhu believers, Jobtran followed that insane logic and deduced further.
"Only blood is the best sacrifice, and we need a lot of blood!
It is not enough to kill all the followers of the Yellow Sect, but also their children, parents, relatives and friends!
Anyone who does not believe in my God will be used as a blood and flesh sacrifice for my God's return!"
Thinking of this, Jobtran immediately interrupted his thoughts and woke up from self-hypnosis.
His eyes were already full of red veins. In just a few short minutes, Jobtran had made a lot of calculations and predictions in his mind. He overturned any logical results and only left the worst, most insane and most inhumane possibilities.
Such irrational ideas are the actions that fanatics are most likely to implement.
Jobtran took a long breath and said to himself,
"We must stop their madness."
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After a long wait, Ketchev finally received the message.
That was the message hidden on the banner hanging at the entrance of the Munich Concert Hall. Only by deciphering the cipher text could the key elements be read from the pictures.
Behind this coded message is not a complex sentence, but a name - "Master Nietzsche".
Ketchlov didn't know when to contact Frederick, but he knew that in the next operation, the brilliant and great writer Nietzsche would be the target of the mission.
Ketchev sat by the window and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds and it started to rain.
The sound of raindrops fell on the cobblestone street outside the door, and a few crystal raindrops splashed on the potted plants by the window.
Xiaoju lazily climbed up from the cat bed, bent her body and stretched.
From her narrowed eyes, it can be seen that Xiaoju has lost a lot of hostility towards Ketchev.
It walked slowly with funny steps, and then jumped onto Kichlov's thighs and sat cross-legged.
Ketchlov touched Xiaoju's furry back and felt a sense of freedom.
The aroma of omelettes wafted from the kitchen, with a hint of fresh green onions.
Today, Effie was wearing a pink bow on her head and a knee-length apron, and was busy in the kitchen.
For some reason, Ketchev experienced what it meant to live a peaceful life.
He had no expectations for the new identity that the Yellow Group would assign to him. Instead, he just wanted to stay in this cozy little house.
The peaceful life of three people, a cat and a room is as beautiful as our childhood.
Although he wanted to stay, Ketchev understood what it meant to be forced to do something.
Since becoming a follower of the Yellow Group, there is no turning back.
Ketchev understood the power of the Yellow Clothes, the fanaticism of the believers, but also their cruelty.
Although Ketchev now feels resistance in his heart, the yellow tattoo on his back reminds him all the time that he is no longer an ordinary person who can enjoy a good life.
Complex and contradictory emotions arose in Ketchlov's heart, and he unconsciously used a little more strength with his hands.
Xiaoju stretched out her claws in dissatisfaction and hit Ketchlov's hand, but this time she retracted her sharp nails.
"Oh, sorry, I hurt you, Ju."
Ketchlov sincerely apologized to the humane Xiaoju.
Xiaoju glanced at Ketchlov with disdain and yawned.
"Oh, scallion omelette, so delicious."
Mrs. Michelle opened the door and placed the wet umbrella in the wooden barrel beside her.
"Welcome back, Mrs. Michelle." Ketchlov, the temporary tenant, said respectfully to Mrs. Michelle.
"Oh, you're planning to stay at my house. Are you attracted to my lovely granddaughter Effie? Or are you planning to inherit my pharmacy?"
Michelle exclaimed loudly, a teasing look on her face.
Effie, who was in the kitchen, blushed and stamped her feet.
"What are you talking about, grandma!"
Ketchev scratched his head in embarrassment and tried to change the subject.
"Hey, grandma, how's business in the store today?"
"It's great. The Munich Music Festival is about to start. Tourists are flocking to the city, and all walks of life are welcoming a new era.
All those hotels and inns have increased their prices. Oh, dear Ketchev, do you understand me?"
Mrs. Michel said with a smile, stretching her hand out to Kercherov and rubbing it between her index finger and thumb.
Ketchev looked embarrassed. He didn't expect that the money-loving Mrs. Michelle would be so direct.
Effie, holding the spatula in her hand and with her hands on her hips, said to Mrs. Michelle,
"Grandma! How can you do this? This is very rude. Didn't you teach me to be a lady? Can a lady be like you?"