Mystery: The Return of the Stars

Am I alone?

Lecturer Foren held the kerosene lamp and was stunned for a long time, then he carefully held the kerosene lamp and returned in the direction he came from.

Before leaving, he glanced at the zombie. In the dim light, the zombie's face became more and more pale and terrifying.

Looking carefully, you can find that the zombie's eyes are as black as a creepy black crystal, which is in sharp contrast with his face.

He shuddered and hurriedly quickened his pace to leave.

When he came to the secret door of the basement, the zombie left here could not detect his figure because it was in the dark.

When the kerosene lamp light shone on him, Lecturer Foren's heartbeat stopped for half a beat, his face was extremely pale, and he was almost scared to sit on the ground.

Fortunately, he remembered in time that there was a person who stayed here to guard the door before, and he seemed to look like this.

Why can't you say a word?

Do you have to be so scary?

Lecturer Foren swallowed his saliva, with a face full of fear, and was very speechless in his heart.

The four people who followed him tonight seemed like ice sculptures, without even saying a word.

He tried to communicate with them, but they ignored him and just stared at him, making him feel uncomfortable.

Lecturer Foren shrank back and held the kerosene lamp tightly in his hand. He didn't waste time here, as he had to go out to help.

Although Mr. Hasta didn't explain, he felt it necessary to ask the police for help.

After leaving the bell tower, Lecturer Foren trotted all the way to the room where the two police officers lived and knocked on the door.

As for the others, he didn't trust any of them now, especially Dean Bader.

The two police officers were soon awakened by Lecturer Foren's knocking and opened the door.

Lecturer Foren quickly and briefly recounted what had just happened. He only mentioned that there was another secret room in the secret passage in the basement, and there was a very scary monster in the secret room, but he didn't mention the abnormality of Hasta and Maric tonight.

The two police officers listened carefully, and then followed Lecturer Foren to the bell tower, entered the basement, and came to the secret passage, and indeed found an empty secret room.

The three people carried lights and entered the secret room one after another. Lecturer Foren looked around curiously, but did not find the people who had been guarding here before.

The dim kerosene lamp could not illuminate the dark secret room, and could only barely dispel the darkness around three meters.

As they went deeper, the sound of sword blades slashing rang out, and the two police officers took out their handguns and walked forward carefully.

Faintly, a small group of dim light from the kerosene lamp appeared in front, which was the source of the sword sound.

It was Mr. Hasta!

Walking closer, Lecturer Foren barely recognized Hasta's figure by the light. He shouted excitedly and signaled the two police officers not to shoot casually to avoid accidental injuries.

In the dim light, every time the frosty sword blade slashed, a head fell to the ground.

One of them rolled in front of the three people. It was a child's head. His face was covered with blood, his eyes were open, and his teeth were exposed. It was very scary.

The two police officers were startled and quickly raised their pistols, aiming at Hasta who was constantly waving the sword, and shouted at the same time:

"Baron Campbell, please stop your ridiculous behavior first, otherwise, we will shoot!"

"Don't get too close for the time being."

Hasta replied calmly, then moved away and held the kerosene lamp in front of him so that the three lecturers behind him could see it clearly.

I saw a beast of unknown species, crawling on the ground at this moment, with children's heads on its body, a big cut on its abdomen, blood dripping, and sword marks all over its body.

It was not completely dead yet, still gasping for breath. Every time Hasta cut off a child's head with a sword, its body would tremble slightly and make a very weak cry.

"This, this..."

The two young policemen were frightened by this scene. Although Lecturer Foren repeatedly emphasized to them that a terrible monster appeared in the secret room, they were nervous but not afraid.

They thought it was just a wild beast and their pistols could handle it.

But they had never seen such an unimaginable monster.

Just looking at the pile of heads on the monster, they felt itchy and numb all over.

It was hard to imagine how much courage Baron Campbell, the young baron, had to stand here and kill the monster with a sword without expression!

When all the children's heads on the monster were chopped off, it lost its last bit of life.

Is it over?

The two policemen looked at each other and shuddered.

On the other side, Lecturer Foren had come to Hasta and whispered, "Where is Mr. Maric?"

"He's fine, he just doesn't like to see too many outsiders."

"Oh." Lecturer Foren nodded and put aside his worries. He didn't see Mr. Maric just now and thought he was eaten by this terrible monster.

After a moment of silence, Lecturer Foren asked again, "Have you found the teacher?"

Hasta said calmly, "No, but he should be fine."

"???"

Lecturer Foren showed a puzzled look on his face. He wanted to know how Hasta came up with this conclusion, or was he simply comforting him.

"This monster doesn't like to eat adults, it only likes children."

"But what if someone else wants to murder the teacher..."

Lecturer Foulun thought of another possibility, and Hasta glanced at him, "Then be prepared to lose a teacher."

Hastur did not chat with Lecturer Foulen for too long. He walked over and asked the two police officers to report what happened here. At the same time, he asked them to invite the clergy of the Church of the Night Goddess to appease the souls who could not sleep in peace after death.

…

The next day, just after dawn, a group of police officers hurriedly arrived along with five clergymen of the Church of the Goddess of the Night.

Before a large number of police officers turned the entire workhouse upside down, Professor Wayne appeared with Vice President Bard.

Lecturer Foulun was very happy to greet him, while Hastur sighed, without any overly happy expression on his face.

Professor Wayne is still alive, which is naturally a joyful thing, but he has been staying with Vice Dean Bard.

If he guessed correctly, Professor Wayne was really in danger this time, and it was a life-and-death crisis. At the critical moment, Vice Dean Bard must have been like a magic weapon descending from the sky, and saved Professor Wayne.

After that everything fell into place.

The secret room was discovered, the monster was killed, and the cause of the death of the children could also be attributed to the dead Dean Dahn.

It was precisely because Dean Dahn died and no one could control the monster that what happened last night happened.

Vice Dean Bard, who saved Professor Wayne and had an alibi and motive, could naturally take this opportunity to sever all ties.

In this way, all the hidden landmines in the workhouse will be removed, and a new era for Dean Bard will begin.

This is a pretty good script.

Well, yes, this is just a script, a script arranged by someone.

While Hastur was thinking, Professors Bard and Wayne cast their eyes over.

One is curious, the other is embarrassed.

"Hasta, you are indeed my most proud student. You can always use your courage and wisdom to solve all problems in times of crisis."

Professor Wayne walked over with a smile and wanted to give Hastur a close hug, but Hastur held out his hand to block it.

"Professor Wayne, as a teacher, you disappeared twice in the same place. How can you set a good example for us students? Don't you know that too reckless behavior can make others worry?"

"..."

Professor Wayne had an embarrassed and ashamed expression on his face. Before he could say anything, Hastur stepped forward, hugged Professor Wayne gently, winked and smiled, "Welcome back, my teacher."

Lecturer Foulen on the side couldn't help laughing, Professor Wayne also had a helpless smile on his face, and Bard looked away.

What happened next turned out exactly as Hastur expected.

Dean Dahn, who is dead, bears all the blame for this bad case.

Hastur said nothing about this, and left the workhouse with Professor Wayne and Lecturer Foren under the watch of Bud.

That night, a letter of report was sent to the Church of the Goddess of the Night.

"What do you think of this report letter?"

"Using children as sacrifices and feeding evil monsters is indeed consistent with the behavior of demons. I think we should investigate."

"I heard from church members in the dock area that something like what is recorded in this letter did happen in the Sunrise Workhouse recently. The authenticity can be guaranteed."

"Hidden so well, he is indeed a devil known for his cunning!"

"Leave it to the Nighthawks. Act quickly. We'll set off tonight. You can bring sealed objects with you if necessary."

"Can you find out who wrote this report letter?"

"It's been found out, Hastur Campbell, a young and promising baron."

…

At sunrise in the almshouse, Bud stood on the third floor, looking in the direction of the bell tower, with a hint of ridicule on his lips.

A bunch of idiots didn't even think about how they could quietly cause so many things in the workhouse with that stupid pig's IQ.

Professor Wayne is also a good person. He always appears in the workhouse when he needs it most, allowing him to escape safely with his help.

His strong sense of justice helped a demon escape trial. Will he collapse when he knows the truth?

Bard was very satisfied with the script he had written. The real devil should be as cunning and profound as himself.

For some reason, the figure of the young baron appeared in his mind at this time.

Obviously I didn't detect any dangerous aura from him, but I always felt that he was a little weird.

"Am I too worried?"

Bud murmured, looking at the dark night in front of him, his eyelids suddenly twitched wildly, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, his cerebral cortex itched crazily, and an unprecedented sense of danger came over him!

Without any hesitation, he jumped directly from the third floor, preparing to abandon his identity as the new director of the workhouse and stay away from this place completely!

There was a click.

It seemed like the sound of something breaking.

When Bud saw that he was still on the third floor, his expression suddenly changed, "Nightmare, the Nighthawk of the Church of the Night!"

Damn it!

Where did I expose my flaw?

He had no time to think about it because he was already surrounded.

…

At night, Hastur looked in the direction of the Sunrise Workhouse in the dock area and murmured: "I will also write a script for you, which should be enough to bring this story to an end."