Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 879 One hundred and seventy. Coming soon

  Two Shadow Church members were taken away by the soldiers of the city hall.

   One of the infidels was dying, and after taking over the investigation, they were going to treat him.

   Mayor Mateus returned to the top floor of the dungeon, and indifferently swept towards the One-Eyed Vic who led them around the dungeon for twenty minutes before heading to the prison of the believers of the Church of Shadows.

  Assistant Valendo left behind the mayor and came to One-Eyed Vic standing tall.

   "Inquisitor Vic, you are detaining heretics without reporting, interrogating prisoners in violation of regulations..." After a short pause, the young assistant added: "And the behavior of providing wrong information to delay time will be temporarily suspended."

   "During the suspension period, you will be controlled from leaving the Wiener Ice-Free Port until the review of you by the Privy Council is over. If you have any objections, you can raise them now."

   "Suspended!? But—"

  Balentine stepped forward to confront his assistant Valendo, but was roughly grabbed by One-Eyed Vic and dragged behind him.

   "It's like taking a vacation for myself who hasn't relaxed for more than ten months."

   One-eyed Vic's only eye stared at the young assistant.

  Assistant Valendo nodded, turned to catch up with the departing Mayor Mateus, and disappeared on the stone steps.

   "Why don't you tell us the result of the interrogation!"

   When all the guys who didn't belong to the dungeon left, Ballentine couldn't help shouting.

"tell what?"

   "Tell these superiors that our exorcist is not as glamorous as he seems."

   One-eyed Vic's eyes fell on the equally young subordinate: "Are you excited?"

   "That's why I'm standing here, Lord Inquisitor..."

  Balentine did not hide his morbidity: "Expose the filth that lies beneath the glossy surface, and expose the ugliness of the great men."

   "The exorcist is bigger than the big man you can imagine. In front of him, the mayor of Matteus is like a small servant." One-eyed Vic stared at his subordinate. "You really want to pierce the surface of 'Hope of Humanity'."

  Balentine realized something, and his long-standing admiration for him has quietly faded: "Neither dream nor job allow me to hide."

"That's why you don't know what it means. Cutting off the rotten body of someone who is about to freeze to death can only make him die faster." With the loss of his position as an interrogator, One-Eyed Vic no longer showed his sharpness and brutality all the time. Turn around and leave the dungeon.

   "And don't call me an interrogator again, I've been suspended."

   Ballentine cried after him; "Is false beauty more valuable than cruel truth!"

   His question was not answered, and he disappeared with the figure into the depths of the stone steps leading to the ground.

  …

  !

  The wooden door of the tavern was roughly pushed open.

   Blizzard rushed into the tavern, surrounded by figures with oil lamps.

   The guy ran over against the door to block the wind and snow, and the wind that ruffled the hair and the tablecloth subsided.

   "Hi Vic, what a terrible weather." The tavern owner greeted the new arrivals.

   "Fortunately, you groundhog won't be open when it's bad."

  One-Eyed Vic looked around at the two or three of the guests in the tavern who were chatting in a low voice, and came to sit at the counter.

   "The last time you came was nine months ago." The tavern owner laughed, and their relationship was obviously good.

  One-Eyed Vic put down the oil lamp, took off the coat made of animal fur and piled it on another chair.

   "It seems that the business of the tavern is not very good, otherwise you would not be so obsessed with me."

   "Or blood dandelion wine?" asked the tavern owner.

   "Two cups, the strongest."

  The tavernkeeper turned around and removed the bottles from the shelf.

   At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open, the whistling wind and snow poured into the tavern, and the waiter ran to close it with his shoulder against the door panel.

  The incoming guest approached the counter, picked up One-Eyed Vic's coat, put it on another vacant seat, and sat down in front of the counter.

  The tavern owner looked up at the quiet One-Eyed Vic, pushed two glasses of blood dandelion wine in front of them, and retreated to doze off in the distance.

   "I heard that you were suspended."

The    figure moved his glass of blood dandelion wine closer.

   "I hope the information you get is worth the money."

   "I'm not going to tell you." One-Eyed Vic took a gulp of spicy blood dandelion wine. If the liquor in the throat is reminiscent of lava and chili peppers.

   "It seems that you have indeed obtained very important information." The figure slowly swept across the tavern, as if visiting the style and furnishings of the tavern. "Vic, have you forgotten your dead wife and daughter and the oath you made? Or is the enemy so powerful that you back down?"

  Squeak-

   His clenched palm rubbed against the glass.

   "Forget my wife and kids."

The    figure shrugged and looked around.

   "I just don't want to be a weapon in the hands of you ugly politicians," One-Eyed Vic continued.

   "You shouldn't think like that. We're not using relationships, we're cooperating, just like before."

   "Don't take me for an idiot, I can guess what you want to do... Wiener Freeze Harbor will be destroyed because of you."

   "Correct, it's not us." Whether it was a lie or clarification in order to obtain information, the figure had to reveal some truth to explain: "That one is also a Wiener from Hong Kong, and he will not do anything to destroy his own home."

   "Politicians have always been a group of smart and stupid things." One-Eyed Vic took another swig of wine.

   "You can trust him as much as you trust me."

   "I don't believe anyone."

   One-Eyed Vic's hoarse whisper reminds one of a lonely, dying, but still **** old wolf on a snowy field.

The    figure changed the way to inquire about the information: "Persistence is a rare and valuable quality in this era. From the perspective of a friend, I don't want you to lose it."

   One-Eyed Vic didn't speak anymore, just kept drinking the red blood dandelion wine quickly.

   coodong - coodong - coodong -

  !

  The bottom of the glass fell on the counter, the wine mixed with saliva dripped along the beard, wet the front, and the one eye between the messy brown hair was bloodshot.

   He took out a handful of wine money and slapped it on the table, put on his coat, and left in a swaying silence.

   The guy who closed the door blocked the wind and snow. The figure tilted his head silently, looking at the pile of banknotes that One-Eyed Vic slapped on the table.

   There is a note in it.

  …

   He is the old enemy.

   He cannot call him by name.

   He called himself the Lord of the Deep Sea.

   He is a being as great as the Lord.

  When the stars return to their places, He is freed from the seal of the hostile ancient gods by offering sacrifices of believers who walk the earth.

   He is the thief who stole the office of the Lord.

   He is incomparable.

   Even the Tentacles are warning of his dread.

Different from the two four systems [evil spirits, evil spirits, weirdness, evil spirits] and [ghosts, spirits, spirits, and monsters] classified by human beings, He is real, aloof, and the same as the legend, with vast and mighty power. gods.

   He belongs to the old **** who awakened in the city of Ellen.

   also belongs to the **** of the outside world who casts his gaze from the depths of the starry sky.

   (end of this chapter)