After returning to the headquarters, Jobtran plunged into the archives room. Fabia lay on the files and looked at Jobtran boredly as he was looking through the documents.
"What are you looking for?"
Fabia asked.
"The Book of the Dead."
Jobtran replied without turning his head.
"We don't have any relevant rubbings here. You can only find the sealed manuscripts at Miskatonic University."
Fabia spread her hands and said helplessly,
“These books related to mysterious knowledge need to be sealed by the Hermit Order behind the University Alliance, and the most dangerous ones are sealed in the library of Miskatonic University.
All the relevant rubbings were destroyed because they were too dangerous. "
Jobtran suddenly looked up and asked Fabia anxiously,
"Where is this Miskatonic University?"
"Massachusetts, United States."
"That's going to be difficult."
Jobtran said distressedly.
"You can ask Bismarck to arrange for you to go abroad as a temporary diplomat and come back when you are done."
Fabia suggested.
"It seems that this is the only way. Is there no other text to consult?"
Jobtran scratched his messy silver-gray hair.
“Except for the fact that some heretical organizations may still have a small number of copies of the Book of the Dead, there are no other relevant documents and materials in other official channels.
Most of them have been burned to prevent anyone from becoming corrupted or driven mad after consulting the Necronomicon.
By the way, what do you want to do with the Necronomicon?"
Fabia asked.
"The crux of the problem may be recorded in the Book of the Dead. I must go and see it for myself."
Joe Butron said with a firm look in his eyes.
“Go ahead, but if you are exposed to too much darkness, one day you will be swallowed by it.
You must be careful.
Remember, stay sane.”
Fabia said earnestly.
Jobtran nodded, then left the archive room and went to the hotel where Bismarck was staying.
——
Veronica sat listlessly in the empty big house. She had finished all her work for the day ahead of time.
She held her chin, with her beautiful long hair draped over her shoulders, looking at the scenery outside the window.
I don’t know when, the fog dissipated quietly and silently.
Several blocks next door were badly damaged by the fighting, and Eugene's house was almost affected.
Although several windows were broken by stray bullets, the overall impact was not significant.
Veronica breathed a sigh of relief.
I saw people carrying wood and stones to rebuild, and the terrifying battle a few days ago was still vivid in my mind.
Veronica could feel the wild aura emanating from those pagans in the mansion. It was like waves rushing towards her in her perception, but with the gunshots and explosions, the rampant evil gradually weakened.
She could feel that one of them survived, and although his breath was very weak, he still quickly fled the city.
Veronica probably understood why Baird wanted to temporarily transfer Eugene and the Herman family away.
Thanks to the favor of the goddess of luck, I did not get involved in it. Otherwise, if I was not careful, I would be shot into a sieve by the terrible bullet chain and there would be nothing I could do.
During the time when Baird was away, Veronica sneaked into Baird's bedroom under the pretext of sending someone in to clean the room.
Veronica took this opportunity to search Baird's room.
The whole room was unusually tidy, without any clues to be found, not even a secret compartment.
There were several opened letters in the drawer, but the contents were simple casual conversations between Baird and his distant relatives. It was obviously a disguise.
Veronica thought that the cautious Baird had taken away and destroyed all the key things, and there was no point in further investigation, so she left Baird's room at that time.
Veronica stretched, then got up and went downstairs to check the mailbox to see if today's newspaper had been delivered.
She opened the mailbox and found that in addition to the newspaper, there were also several leaflets with strange contents.
These flyers were not like the previous advertisements that said big sales on certain street products. Instead, they had a date and address, with a sentence next to it, "Free fresh seafood, a gift from the sea!"
In the center of the leaflet was printed an eye-like emblem with the word EOD written in capital letters next to it.
Veronica looked at these identical flyers in confusion, with some ideas in mind. She folded one of them, put it in an envelope, and drafted a letter.
"Silver-haired boy,
Hey, look what I found.
A charity!
It looks like my miserable life may be able to improve a little.
I miss my hometown so much, but I don’t know when I can get away.
The vicious dog beside me had already bared its vicious fangs at me, but I was not panicked.
Silver-haired boy, do you miss me
Signed, Snake Beauty. "
Veronica put on casual clothes and dropped the letter into a nearby mailbox.
The local postman will automatically forward the letter to Joe Butran at the underground headquarters. This is the organization's arrangement.
But Veronica didn't know that Jobtran was about to leave Munihei and embark on a journey to a foreign land.
After all, this letter never fell into Joe Butran's hands.
——
Milan
Hermann returned to the hotel, said good night to Eugene at the door of their respective rooms, and then went into his room.
Kirk was sitting sideways on the sofa in the hotel. She had changed into a beige pajamas, holding a piano score in her left hand and tapping her thigh with her right hand, as if she was practicing the fingering on the score.
Seeing the door opened by Hermann, Kirk opened his arms and made a hugging gesture.
Seeing this, Herman closed the door, stepped forward and hugged Kirk's soft body, and whispered in her ear,
"I'm back."
Kirk pulled Herman to the sofa with a little force and let the man, who had been tired all day, lie in his arms.
"Hey, big businessman, how was your talk today?"
Kirk took off Herman's hat and threw it aside, and also put the music score in his hand aside.
Hermann closed his eyes and said softly,
“It’s going pretty well, but a project of this magnitude requires a lot of details.
And you know the efficiency of these official organizations. Not only do they have to deal with the Municipal Bureau, but also the Water Bureau, the Energy Management Bureau, and even that damn Urban Planning Bureau and Labor Bureau.
The rhetoric is different in every place, and it’s always a push and pull relationship.
We were played around with.”
Kirk smiled slightly after hearing this and gently massaged Herman's temple with both hands.
“This is inevitable for such a large project.
Those who are capable should do more work. You just need to make a few more trips.
It is also necessary to maintain some relationships.”
Herman opened his eyes, looked at Kirk's smiling face, and changed to a side-lying position.
“It wasn’t a problem to arrange things, but the problem was that we encountered a few guys who gave Eugene and I the creeps.
They were mumbling some incomprehensible gibberish, and who knows how they got back to the agency."
“This is not something you can control, just do your best.
If that doesn't work, we can go back to Munich and it will be the same."
Kirk consoled.
"My dear, money is becoming less and less valuable now. If we don't make more money, if a war breaks out, we will have no way to maintain our current life.
I don't want to wander the streets with you and your son.
Come to think of it, those weird guys really scared us."
Hermann said with emotion.
"Then tell me about it, so I can hear it?"
Kirk responded patiently.
“The one who impressed me most was an old man.
The old man in the Water Bureau wore a pair of frighteningly thick glasses and dressed like an old intellectual.
Wearing a coat of arms on his chest, which almost everyone in Milan has, and with a few remaining white curls scattered on his head, he looks like a drug addict.
His mental state is extremely poor, and he has severe dark circles under his eyes and a skull-like face.
He was saying some vague words like Silver Spoon, Omniscience, Wait, but there was no logic at all."
Herman said helplessly.
Kirk stroked the stubble on Herman's face and consoled him.
“Maybe it’s just an old man who didn’t get enough rest, it doesn’t matter.
On the contrary, you need to take a good rest. Seeing you so exhausted makes me feel bad. "
Kirk kissed Herman lightly on the face, then helped Herman up.
"Hurry up and take a shower. I'll wait for you in bed."
After that, Herman raised his eyebrows, smiled and walked into the bathroom to take a bath.
The next day
Five o'clock in the morning
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The hurried knock on the door woke up the two people who were still sleeping. After making love, they naturally fell into a deep sleep. Who could have thought that someone would come to disturb them at five in the morning, before the sun rose.
"Go open the door and see who it is. Let me take a nap for a while."
Kirk said lazily, hugging his pillow.
Herman reluctantly climbed up from the bed, straightened his clothes a little and walked behind the door.
The door of the hotel was fastened with a bolt and an iron chain.
This design can protect the indoor residents from some strange disturbances.
"Who?"
Hermann opened the door of the room a crack, but did not remove the bolt, and spoke cautiously.
Through the crack in the door, I could vaguely see that the other person was a tall and strong man, but in the dim light, I couldn't see clearly what he was wearing.
When the two people outside heard the voice coming from the door, the man raised his voice and said,
"Excuse me, is Ms. Pauline Kirk staying here temporarily?"
"Sir, please forgive my offense. I can't answer your question. You have to let me know your identity before I can answer you."
Hermann answered cautiously, after all, when one is away from home, it is better to be cautious.
The man outside the door did not seem offended by what Hermann said, but instead expressed understanding of his behavior.
The man took a folded object from his pocket and handed it through the crack in the door.
It was a silver police badge. The excellent workmanship and sharp edges showed that the badge was authentic. It just seemed to have some dents on the edges, but that didn't mean it was a fake.
Hermann took the police badge, looked at it carefully, and then returned it to the person outside the door. He said, "Wait a moment," closed the door, removed the bolt, and opened the door again.
After the door opened, the man standing outside rushed straight into the room and saw Kirk lying on the bed at a glance.
Herman was hit by the man's strong body and almost fell to the ground. The sudden change made him unable to react. Herman could only shout,
"careful!"
Kirk immediately got up from the bed after hearing this, and saw that the man was covered in blood, with a bruised face and a swollen nose.
The man ran to the bed and knelt down suddenly.
"Ms. Kirk, please run away."
Seeing that the man had no ill intentions, Kirk turned on the bedside lamp.
The man turned out to be old Duncan whom he met on the street. No one knew what had happened, but it seemed that he had been beaten up.
His right eye was swollen and bruised, with only a slit left, and several teeth were missing from his mouth. The dried blood on his face made old Duncan look very pitiful.
"Honey, what's going on?"
Hermann was a little angry and didn't quite understand the situation. Some unrealistic ideas even appeared in his mind.
What exactly happened between a strange and seriously injured middle-aged man and his wife
Herman felt his emotions were on the verge of exploding and losing control, but he immediately took a few deep breaths to calm down.
He believed that his wife was not a fickle woman.
"I don't know either, but it looks like this old gentleman needs to be sent to the hospital for treatment."
Kirk responded in a panic.
"No! No! Sending me to the hospital is a dead end! Don't send me to the hospital!"
Due to the loss of several teeth, the elder Duncan's speech was obviously a little slurred and unclear.
Old Duncan's bruised face and swollen nose made Kirk unable to recognize him as the man who had tried to defraud him of his property on the street.
"Excuse me, old man, who are you?"
Kirk asked slowly, taking a handkerchief from the drawer beside the bed and handing it over.
Old Duncan took the handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face.
"I am Old Duncan who tried to defraud you of your money today. That was truly horrible. These people are not human at all!
Mrs. Kirk, I believe that the city of Milan is no longer safe."
When he wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief, old Duncan let out a hissing sound, obviously in great pain.
"Mr. Duncan, I don't quite understand. Why do you say Milan is not safe?"
Kirk asked, confused.
Kirk still hasn't figured out why this middle-aged man broke into the hotel and said these words to him.
"This is in return for you not reporting me today. I can only persuade you to leave this city as soon as possible."
Herman frowned as he listened to what old Duncan said, obviously not quite believing what this stranger said, but what old Duncan said next scared Kirk so much that he covered his mouth.
"Mrs. Lillian, the owner of the store where you went shopping, died shortly after you left the store. The police have already regarded you as a suspect, and those police are far from as good as you think, understand?"
"Oh, no! Mrs. Lillian is a good person! How could this happen to her?!"