“Since 24 years ago, there has been a missing child case every year that has ended without any result.
The oldest victim was thirteen years old and the youngest was only three years old.
The victims would have a strange nightmare the night before their disappearance and scream that Catra was coming.
The common point among these cases is that they are all male, which is the same gender as the shepherd boy in the legend of Katla volcano, but I initially believed that this legend was just a smokescreen.
Katla volcano has been active since 24 years ago, and people can't help but think of the rumors about Katla volcano in their lives.
What caught my attention was the black ice cave in the Myrdalsjökull glacier at the foot of the volcano.①”
That was all that was written on the second page of the notebook, and Joet Brown, who was not very familiar with Iceland, turned his eyes to the mouse.
The mouse understood and immediately took the initiative to explain through hints.
"Black Ice Cave? It's certainly a suspicion.
Unlike ordinary blue ice caves, blue ice caves are only formed naturally in winter.
Meltwater from the summer glacier solidifies in the winter cold, creating an underground channel at the base of the glacier.
The black ice cave is covered with a very thick layer of volcanic ash, which isolates the ice cave from direct contact with the air, so it is not easily melted by the summer temperature.
However, the Black Ice Cave also has another nickname, the Devil’s Throat.
Since the ice cave is covered with volcanic ash, the air is full of the smell of sulfur, and the black ice cave is slightly cold. Coupled with the large and small pits in the ice cave, it is inevitable that people will feel a little uncomfortable. "
"Has anyone ever explored the entire Black Ice Cave?"
Joe Butron couldn't help but ask, although he knew that this question might arouse Feige's widow Portman's vigilance, but it seemed that Portman didn't care about this detail.
“No, the depths of the black ice cave is a bottomless trench, like a cliff.
If you throw a stone down, it takes more than 30 seconds to hear the sound of the stone hitting the ground.
The mouse shook his head and said.
Joe Butran nodded and turned to the next page of the notebook.
“Aren’t dark and claustrophobic spaces perfect places for abduction
I once made this guess when I was thinking from another perspective, so I decided to go to the Black Ice Cave alone to find out.
It took me a lot of effort to find the blockade set up by the Environmental Protection Agency.
It is these guys who make it impossible for our police investigation to continue.
I don't think they are just trying to protect the environment. I don't regret my decision because I want to find the truth for my son.
Those strict blockades don't look like they are there to protect the environment. In my eyes, they look more like they are conducting some secret military research in this volcano.
Is this a coincidence? I don’t think so.”
"Environmental Protection Agency? Could it be a front organization for the Investigation Bureau here?"
Seeing this, Jobtran immediately remembered a complaint that the mouse had inadvertently made when he went to buy supplies.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I'll take this notebook with me."
After seeing this, Jobtran did not continue to stay in Portman's house. He decided to leave first.
The mysteries that appear in your mind need to be solved one by one to get a complete picture.
Seeing Joet Brown stand up, the mouse immediately stood up and bowed to Portman.
"Oh? Won't you two sit down for a while?"
Portman asked doubtfully.
“No, I have some official business to attend to later.
I wish you and your children a happy life. Goodbye."
Jobtran laughed, closed the door and left the field full of pansies.
"Mr. Jobtrand, why are we leaving in such a hurry?"
The mouse chased after him and asked in confusion.
"You need to solve a few problems before you can continue reading, otherwise the logic will be confusing."
Joe Butran took out a cigarette from his pocket and started smoking as he walked.
"So what about us now?"
"Go find the fat guy."
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"Mr. Prime Minister, all follow-up work has been completed."
Shadow knelt on one knee and reported to Bismarck, who was lying on the sofa.
"Ahem, was it handled cleanly?"
At this time, Bismarck did not look like the powerful prime minister, but an old man with a pale face and extremely weak body.
The majesty in his eyes was still there, but his face was pale.
From the rising and falling of his chest came a sound like that of a bellows in a blacksmith's shop.
His shirt was open, and there were some thin tubes attached to his body that the doctors used to monitor his physical condition, and there was an IV hanging on his arm.
The once powerful hero now looks like he is in his twilight years.
"There are no remaining problems. We have also sent a small group of female soldiers with red hair back to the city. I believe the rumors will soon disappear."
Shadow saw Bismarck, who looked like a dying old man, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
"Ahem. Where's Nietzsche? Is he recovered?"
Shadow did not answer after hearing this, but just shook his head slightly.
“It’s no wonder.
Send someone to protect him, after encountering such a thing...
Daily life is no longer guaranteed.”
Bismarck was worried about Master Nietzsche's current condition.
In his eyes, Nietzsche was a young man with great literary talent.
In the last report, Master Nietzsche was found in a state of mental disorder.
He seemed to have lost his soul. He curled himself up in the corner of the ward and didn't speak to anyone.
He kept repeating, "This is a scam, a scam, a scam..."
Stared at by the revelers, Master Nietzsche lost his logical inspiration and was left with only an empty shell.
He even bit his fingers and used the blood from his fingertips to draw five-pointed stars on the wall of the ward as a rune to protect himself.
The doctors had to tie him to the bed with straps to prevent him from further harming himself, but this caused Master Nietzsche to continue struggling and roaring like a desperate beast.
In twenty-four hours, Master Nietzsche could only sleep for two to three hours due to his fatigue.
The collapse of personality is irreversible, and apart from the sentence "This is a scam", Master Nietzsche rarely utters logical sentences.
Friends and relatives who came from all directions to check on him all felt that Master Nietzsche had fallen into an incurable madness.
Bismarck made a request to the Society of the Holy Light, and the Society of the Holy Light sent two priests, who sat cross-legged beside Master Nietzsche and recited scriptures of the Holy Light 24 hours a day.
They tried to use this method to calm Master Nietzsche down a little, but it didn't really work.
Whether it was the Holy Light spells or the recitation of the Holy Light Sutra, they could only restore his clarity for a brief period of time.
When Master Nietzsche regained his sanity, he would utter fragments of sentences.
“This may be my last work.”
Under the influence of the power of holy light, Master Nietzsche smiled bitterly and uttered regrettable words.
He was taken away from the hospital by his family, and he said to the medical staff who were taking care of him,
"I have been put in fetters by Caiaphas."
It is extremely ironic that Master Nietzsche, who wrote the controversial book "Against Jidu: A Curse on the Society for the Sorrow of the World", quoted a passage from the Holy Light Sutra, which he despised, to describe his own predicament.
When the Iron Chancellor Bismarck saw the report on Master Nietzsche's illness, he couldn't help but sigh.
He once saw Master Nietzsche who was tied to the bed. At that time, Master Nietzsche's eyes were empty and the black hair on his head had turned deathly gray.
"Bismarck, you and I are both pitiful people, you and I are just pawns on the chessboard.
The eternal cycle will not stop, it will happen again.
Ragnarok is not the end, but the real beginning. Unfortunately, neither you nor I can see it.
Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Bismarck could not help feeling sad that the calm and rational Nietzsche would say such words to him, but he vaguely understood that Master Nietzsche seemed to be reminding him that his time was up.
Since that visit, Bismarck's health has taken a sharp turn for the worse.
Bismarck shook his head and whispered to the shadow,
"Call Ross over."
"yes."
Shadow stood up and walked out.
After a while, Rhodes followed the shadow in confusion and walked into the tent where Bismarck was.
"Shadow, you step out first."
Bismarck commanded weakly.
Shadow nodded and left the space in the tent to the old man in his twilight years.
"Help me sit up."
Bismarck said this while giving Rhodes a look.
Rhodes hurried forward to help Bismarck, who finally managed to sit firmly.
"Do you know why I asked you to come here?"
Bismarck took two breaths and asked softly.
"Mr. Prime Minister, you... can't hold on for much longer, right?"
Ross hesitated and expressed his guess.
“Haha, that’s right, I’m old and my body is not good anymore.
But I’m worried that you won’t be able to handle my job.”
Bismarck patted Ross's shoulder gently.
"Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. This job is not easy."
"Sir, what qualifications does Ross have? Ross doesn't think he can do it."
Ross lowered his head in shame.
“You still have a lot to learn, but apart from you, there is really no one else around me.
Besides, I don’t have much time to teach you.”
Bismarck sighed with emotion.
“But you have to remember.
There is nothing absolute in the world. Whether it is good or bad, good or evil, they all have many facets.
Don't let epistemology influence your decisions. Sometimes, when you are in a high position, you have to make choices that go against conventional ideas in order to consider the overall situation.
Cough cough cough. "
Bismarck shed tears as he spoke.
He might be known in history books as the Iron-blooded Prime Minister, but in fact, his hands were stained with blood.
No matter how many times he washed his hands, the blood could not be washed away.
This is Bismarck's sorrow.
"Roz understands."
Ross fell to one knee and clenched his fists.
"Ahem, start a family soon.
Louisa is great.
Okay, okay, you can go out now."
After Bismarck finished his long speech, he seemed a little tired and ordered Rhodes to leave.
Shadow was quietly guarding outside the tent. He saw Ross walk out of the tent without saying a word.
"Shadow, how long will it take, my Lord?"
Ross asked in a low voice.
"Three months, and every day could be..."
Shadow replied indifferently, but there was still reluctance in his eyes.
"Three months? I see. Thank you."
Ross muttered to himself and thanked Shadow.
If it weren't for Bismarck, this confidential information would never have been leaked.
——
After the Munich Music Festival, the whole city returned to its original pace.
Some people come, some people leave forever.
The vacant houses and jobs will naturally be targeted by others and replaced in the near future.
In this busy big city, there seems to be no trace of those guys from the once powerful Yellow Group.
People are forgetful, and so are cities.
After the death of the two Innsmouth men originally sent from Despair Black Reef for surveillance, Coleia took over the position of being in charge of the Mooney EOD branch.
As a thoughtful woman, Ke Leya's style of doing things without supervision is completely different from when she was supervised before.
The tragedy of Mrs. Pollitt was not her doing.
Now she chose to use the method of boiling a frog in warm water to slowly achieve her goal.
“Byrd, this EOD is endless.
What day is this?"
Herman grabbed his messy hair helplessly and asked the butler Baird.
"They have been setting up their stall in front of our house for the twelfth day."
Baird replied calmly.
"Oh my god, I can't stand this fishy smell anymore. Can't we ask them to move somewhere else?"
Eugene complained just as frantically.
“In theory, we can’t.
The street is a public area and they have a permit for charitable organisations to set up stalls.
If you want them to leave this neighborhood as soon as possible, it seems that you, Mr. Eugene, have to meet them."
Veronica said as she held the child.
"Damn it, if they had moved another thirty centimeters forward, we would have had reason to call the security team to drive them away."
Eugene hit his thigh in frustration, but he cried out in pain.
Little Albert laughed happily when he saw Eugene acting silly.
After the last trip to Milan, the business there has basically matured, and their family no longer has to worry too much about income issues, and that piece of annoying black gold land was successfully transferred to the country at a low price.
Hermann and others have tried very hard to avoid any intersection with other forces, but trouble always comes knocking.
"Ding-a-ling. Ding-a-ling."
"Oh my holy light! Baird, go answer the door."
Eugene chose to avoid him irritably.
Veronica, who was holding little Albert, looked at Baird worriedly, and Baird shook his head slightly.
“Here I come.”