The terrifying loud noise and continuous screams were so deafening in the middle of the night that they woke up the neighbors nearby.
The neighbors, filled with curiosity and worry, called the local security team to break into the house, and found Arnold lying in a pool of blood and Joseph who was unconscious.
Everyone immediately made way for the medical staff to enter and provide first aid. Arnold, who was in critical condition, was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. The traces left at the scene were enough to make people bystanders smack their tongues. The glass and wood chips on the ground and the big holes on the wall showed how shocking what happened at the scene was.
After Arnold was treated by medical staff, he was discharged from the hospital after more than half a month of recovery.
The wooden thorn on his back left only a shallow scar, but the wound on his left leg from the ebony cross had crippled that leg.
Arnold had to rely on crutches to walk for the rest of his life, and the disability of his left leg made him remember this failure for the rest of his life.
Those unbearable memories were deeply engraved in Arnold's mind, and his faith had been tarnished and desecrated.
When he faced Elder O'Bell again, he explained to him everything that had happened and stated that he was no longer qualified to stay in the church. He hoped that the church could expel him because his faith had been shaken, he was no longer qualified to spread grace for the Lord, and he was a sinner.
He met an investigator from the Mysterious Investigation Bureau during an incident and was invited to join the bureau. He learned from the archives of the Mysterious Investigation Bureau that there was a deeper darkness in the world. He then accepted the young and energetic Joe Butran as his apprentice and taught him about the Lord and the terribleness of those evil forces, and that he must always be vigilant and fully prepared.
Jobtran kept his mentor's teachings in mind, but he almost capsized in this baptism of Puvent.
"Following the teachings of my mentor, I must not face evil without adequate preparation and caution," he thought to himself.
Puvent slowly woke up from his sleep, and the irritability and fear in his heart had disappeared, and he was much more relaxed. Seeing Jobtran and Tristene packing up the ritual props, he realized that he owed someone a favor this time.
"Thank you both. I feel much better now. You are welcome to come to my grocery store to buy things in the future. I will give you discounts." The generous man said this after sitting up in bed, but his words inevitably concealed some small thoughts of a small businessman.
"Tristene, go inform the priests in the church that those survivors need deep purification and baptism. Remind them that they will need a large number of clergy to do this. Otherwise, if things get out of control, they will bear the consequences themselves," Jobtran ordered.
Upon hearing this, Tristana left the room.
"Mr. Provent Rice, I believe you should know the reason why I came here, right?" Jobtran said mysteriously. This is a questioning technique that makes the person being questioned feel psychological pressure and then tell everything he knows.
Puvent smiled bitterly, stood up and opened two bottles of dark beer, handed one to Joe Butron, and drank the other one himself. Under the influence of alcohol, Puvent said helplessly, "If I say this is a coincidence, will you believe it?"
After taking two sips of beer, Jobtran took out his cigar, lit it, blew out a smoke ring, and stared at Provent with the eyes of a lone wolf and said,
"I will believe you for now, but you have to tell me everything you know. Don't miss any details. Understand?"
"Wade Sorrell and I have been friends since childhood. He can be said to be my brother without blood relationship," said Purvey.
At this time, Philip came down from upstairs and interrupted what Puwent was about to say.
"That day, Guillaume Sorel and I were playing in the river. When Mr. Wade passed by, he shouted for us to get on the shore. The bully jumped out of the water. Mr. Wade stepped forward to block the time for the two of us to escape, and his right arm was broken."
Puwent glared at Philip and said, "Why are you interrupting the adults? Go away."
Jobtran waved his hand. "It's alright. Mr. Provent, can you please tell me why you organized the roundup?"
"I heard from Wade that there have been several cases of missing children there, and when I saw Wade's right hand was broken, I thought it was the tyrant who did it, so I organized people to go there." Provent said honestly.
"Except for you, there are only seven survivors. Do you understand the seriousness of this case?" Jobtran continued to test with a fierce tone.
"I understand, but I still can't understand what that thing we encountered was. I didn't even take a look at it, but I could feel the turbid murderous intent, the filth, and the indescribable fear at that time." Purvent said with horror.
"How did you wake up in that situation?" Joe Butran confirmed.
"There was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder. That's when I woke up," said Purvant.
"The development of events is completely consistent with my reasoning. The reason why Provent wants to be the organizer of the event is also reasonable. There are only two questions left." Jobtran thought quickly in his mind.
"Is that thing dead?" Jobtran asked, "Maybe you don't know the exact answer, but you can tell me what you felt after the thunder."
"After I woke up, I was so busy escaping that I didn't pay attention to too many details. But the only thing I can confirm is that the malice has faded a lot. Mr. Jobtran, in that situation of fear, I really can't and won't go back to confirm." Provent said with difficulty.
"I understand that. In fact, I have already grasped some information from your words. This is crucial to our subsequent investigation. Thank you for your cooperation." Jobtran held the cigar between two fingers and raised it upwards, expressing his respect with this simplified military salute.
"Philip, I have a small question for you. When you and Guillamy were playing in the water, did you feel any malice?"
"You don't have to answer this question," Joe Butran asked. "This question has no direct connection to what your father went through."
Philip thought for a moment and said, "Dear Mr. Joe Butran, I didn't feel any malice at that time, including from the Overlord. In fact, after thinking about it, I think that the Overlord's actions at that time would not hurt the two of us, but were a warning to drive us away."
Puwente looked at Philip, touched Philip's messy hair with his big hands twice, and said,
"Little kid, what do you know? Don't make random comments."
Philip said helplessly, “I’m not a kid anymore, Dad.”
At this time, Joet Brown explained what Philip said, "In this incident, I believe you have already noticed that there is a mysterious side to the world.
The opinions of children are not necessarily wrong, Mr. Provent. Humans are more sensitive when they are young, and there are often some gifted children who can perceive things that adults cannot perceive. "
Philip was a little helpless. He thought to himself, "Why do these people treat me like a child? Foolish adults. But maybe this Joe Butran knows some secrets about my mother."
Puvent smiled awkwardly. What the Wolf of Umr said was really hard to object to.
After getting the necessary information, Jobtran stood up and left to go back to write today's investigation report. "The beer is good. Have a good rest."
Report on the Interrogation of Provence Rice
Before the interrogation, Puvent Rice's mental state was abnormal, and he regained his sanity after deep purification and baptism.
From the information given by Philip Rice, the son of Pwente Rice, it can be inferred that the catfish's behavior was an act of protecting humans.
After questioning, Provente Rice was ruled out as the mastermind.
Pwent Rice provided important information, confirming the speculation about the Danube sixbarbel incident.
The creature that caused the attack has the ability of high-intensity mental pollution and corrosive mucus.
Creatures such as the demonic slime do not have such a strong mental pollution ability, so it is concluded that the creature is the ancient evil creature Shoggoth.
The creature most likely escaped along the Danube after being struck by lightning.
Investigators from Erbach (upstream) and Holzheim (downstream) are strongly recommended to explore the situation in this section of the Danube.
Considering that Shoggoths have the ability to dive, it is recommended that divers be dispatched to assist in the search.
Divers and search personnel must carry objects with sacred power, otherwise they will be affected by spiritual pollution and cause mission failure.
Once a Shoggoth is spotted, a large number of investigators will be needed to fight it. This creature is extremely dangerous and its actual combat capabilities are unknown.
Suspecting that the body parts collected from the riverbank were contaminated by filth, they were requested to be burned and handed over to the funeral keeper for disposal.
This report marked the temporary end of the six-barbel fish incident, but what always lingered in Jobtran's mind was the case of the drunkard Bourdan Willis.
After Jobtran left, Purvant breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt that Philip seemed to be more outgoing than before, and his movements and facial expressions were becoming more diverse, no longer the silent and dead face he had before. Perhaps it was because he had made friends that he was able to slowly become happy.
Thinking of this, Puvent couldn't help but smile, and then drank several glasses alone.
Philip also smiled silently at his father's thunderous snoring, but for him, this was even better time.
I opened my father and mother's bedroom alone and saw the wedding photo hanging on the wall.
The mother in the photo is very beautiful and smiles brightly, but the father's silly look has not changed at all.
Philip thought to himself, "Mother, I will find the truth."
Next to the big bed was an iron box containing all the relics left by my mother.
The infatuated Purvant has always placed this box of relics in the most conspicuous place, to remind him that he will only love one person in his life and will not marry again.
Although the iron box bore traces of time, the thick-lined Puvent had lubricated the hinges. It was obvious that Puvent often opened the box at night, thinking of the person who had returned from the war.
Philip opened the box quickly and found the notebook that his mother used to use during her lifetime. He opened it without any hesitation.
"I'm so excited. I finally have the chance to find out the truth about my mother's death!"
At this time, the astute Philip discovered a secret that his cautious father would never have discovered!