"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."
Joe Butran smiled and said to his subordinates,
"Boys, clean up the scene and go back to write the report."
"Job Trans, I have sent someone to invite the coroner. You go back and wait for the report." Brandon said.
Without even turning his head, Jobtran waved his hand and rode back on his horse; he needed some time to sort out his thoughts in order to deal with the various difficult cases that were to come.
Tristana first helped Varus bandage the wounds on his hands and was responsible for deploying the team members on the scene.
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Jobtran sat in his office, needing some time to digest the recent series of events.
His intuition told him that Ulm was no longer safe, and there seemed to be a big hand behind the scenes manipulating these events.
He even thought that he was just a chess piece.
He shook his head, getting rid of those unrealistic and illogical thoughts, and thought to himself,
"This is not how a detective should think. I must remain calm and rational and analyze from the most objective perspective."
Then he picked up two reports about Sarita's death, one from the coroner and the other from the mourner.
The coroner's report was just as Jobtran had expected. From a modern scientific perspective, no clues could be found about Sarita's death.
But the report of the vigil keeper is very intriguing. This report only has a short paragraph:
“The soul is incomplete, and the deceased died without being aware of any vision.
The dead cannot lie, but the living can.
- Silas the Guardian
“The dead don’t lie, but the living do?”
Joe Butran whispered this sentence again, with a smile on his face.
"It seems I have to go and meet this vigil keeper directly."
The profession of the coffin keeper is often regarded by ordinary people as the keeper of the cemetery, but behind every real coffin keeper there is the support of the mysterious investigation bureau.
In this world, not everyone is qualified to serve as a vigil keeper.
Every vigil keeper must dedicate half of his life and soul to Anubis, the gatekeeper of hell, as a sacrifice. Only after entering a state of half-life and half-death can he gain the approval of the gatekeeper of hell.
The coffin keepers will gain the ability to appease the dead from the power granted by Anubis, the gatekeeper of hell. Only some mysterious Eastern monks in the world possess this power, and at the same time, this is almost the only remaining method of communicating directly with the dead in modern times.
Joe Butran had a hint of expectation in his heart.
"Perhaps we can obtain a lot of useful information from this strange soul-keeper."
Jobtran mounted his horse and headed for the cemetery in the suburbs, where the mourners usually stayed.
Even at noon when the sun was shining brightly, this desolate cemetery still made people feel a little uncomfortable, and even the well-behaved horse was reluctant to get too close. Jobtran patted the horse's long face, comforted his beloved horse, and tied the horse to a crooked tree, where there was a lot of grass growing on the ground, just enough for the horse to have a good meal.
Next to the cemetery, there is a shabby little wooden house, which is the residence of the coffin keeper Silas.
Just as Jobtran was about to knock on the door, the wooden door with many iron nails creaked open from the inside.
Joe Butran didn't take it seriously, he tidied up his appearance and walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Silas. I'm Joe Butron from Security Team Six."
Jobtron said loudly.
The furnishings in the house were very simple, but the walls were covered with scriptures written in hieroglyphics. There were no windows in the house, and not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate into the house.
A green candle was burning on the table, and on the old sofa there was an elegant black cat staring at Jobtran curiously.
Strangely, there was no one in the room.