Mystery: The Star Key

"No more. Captain, haven't you checked it all? Leander also wrote very comprehensively."

The blond Sean carefully read the materials handed by Captain Chris.

The reports, written by teammate Leander, are always detailed and there are no problems.

He is a history graduate of Hoy University and has no grammar or rhetoric skills.

Leander has written clearly the cause, process, and subsequent problems of what they encountered today, very fair, and there is no omission.

Plus, Chris, the captain, also reviewed the report. As the third reviewer, Sean didn't even find any typos.

"Then I'll trouble you. I'll telegraph the document to the church later." Chris sighed deeply, as if handing over a heavy answer sheet.

"Okay." Sean said.

Watching Sean leave the room, Chris leaned back on the chair, picked up the bone china teacup, and lowered his head to take a sip of the hot tea.

Although it is late at night, as a Sequence 7 of the Insomniac pathway, Chris is not worried about sleep problems. He only needs the aroma of some tea leaves to relax his nerves.

Feeling the unique bitterness and sweetness of Fenport Highland black tea, Chris couldn't help but fell into contemplation.

This afternoon, the extraordinary events handled by their team were fairly simple.

The incident this time was that someone successfully held a demon sacrifice in the basement, but the ceremony was less powerful and only served to block the house.

Even because the influence of the ritual is too small, it is impossible to confirm the existence of the ritual by means of occultism at a distance of 20 meters.

This is reasonable.

Because, the serial killer they killed this time was not only in Conston, but also committed murders in six or seven places in the Loen Kingdom, with more than 70 victims.

The Asgard serial killer was caught until today because he was a discreet criminal.

As a killer, of course he couldn't have been careless and let himself be caught because of the excessive movement of the ceremony.

The things they deal with today are not complicated.

After Dalot was purified, Chris had already confirmed the reason for this sacrifice by dreaming.

This is a personal grudge between a cold-blooded killer and a master of tricks. The master juggler is targeted by a cold-blooded killer at an extraordinary party.

The cold-blooded killer set up an altar in order to catch the juggler.

In fact, the whole thing, from the beginning to the end, is very routine, similar to the cases handled by the Nighthawks before. With the cooperation of three or more official night watchers, the level of danger is barely considered difficult.

The main source of headache for Kris is other things.

In the end, some "accidents" happened when they were purifying and healing the surviving juggler.

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In fact, since Chris became the Nighthawk, he has seen ritual magic 700 times and 800 times.

It was the first time he had seen such an effect.

There was darkness in front of all the night watchmen who were present, as well as clumps of night herbs and sleeping flowers blooming on the ground.

It was obvious that the object of prayer should be the trick master, but everyone present received the grace of the goddess.

I felt the incomparable tranquility and silence, like hearing a sleep song in the middle of the night.

The goddess never gave such feedback on ritual magic. This is the first time Chris has seen this anomaly.

This is also an anomaly that has to be taken seriously.

What's so special about this Dalot...?

Will the goddess give such a hint?

The sleeping flowers and night herbs blooming in ritual magic are already signs of divine favor.

Dalot is indeed a kind Beyonder, and he was not the main culprit in this incident. but…

That way, they shouldn't have dealt with Dalot Evans the way they should. This "abnormality" needs to be reported to the church.

Moreover, it is thanks to Jasmine that this incident was discovered in time this time, but Jasmine is not an Extraordinary. This time, her prompt is also strange...

This is also "abnormal". So also give feedback to the church.

Chris touched his chin, lost in thoughts.

"Captain...Captain!"

Chris, who was thinking, saw the five fingers dangling in front of him, and then he was shocked, and found that Sean stood in front of him at some point.

"Uh, what's the matter?" Chris cleared his throat and asked with the dignity of the captain.

Didn't Sean go to the telegraph room just now? What did he do when he turned back?

"I almost forgot to tell you. Who is... what is that..." Sean paused as if thinking, "... Dalot Evans. Just the master of jugglers locked down below. He woke up I said he was hungry and asked if I could give him something to eat."

"Now that the chefs are off work, where can I get him anything?" Chris laughed.

"Let him eat this pad first." Chris found two packets of cookies from the drawer and threw them to Sean.

The reason for the two packs is because Chris knows his players.

He knew - whether the trick master was hungry or not, Sean would definitely eat a packet of biscuits, so fortunately he gave two packets to the gluttonous boy.

"Okay! Thank you, Captain!" Sean laughed, thanking the captain for his thoughtfulness.

However, when Sean left the office, his footsteps paused. Then, he heard a familiar and expected call.

He was stopped by Chris: "Wait!"

The young captain said, "I forgot one thing..."

As if he just remembered, Chris picked up the document that had been on the table for a long time and gave it to Sean.

"I have signed the reimbursement form for your materials, let's take it."

"Well, okay." Sean took the reimbursement form graciously.

But this time, Sean asked with a smile before he left, "Captain, is there nothing else?"

"No more!" Chris exclaimed in shock, "My memory is very good!"

"Well, okay." After hearing that, Sean nodded and smiled, and sincerely agreed, "Yes, Captain, your memory has always been very good."

"So there's nothing else to do, right?"

"there is none left!"

Watching Sean leave the room, Chris picked up the white bone china teacup again and took a sip of tea.

Looking at the red moon outside the window, Chris's heart gradually calmed down.

It was a peaceful night as usual.

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Igna watched the small door open in front of him, and the pie handed out from inside exuded a very nice and sweet smell.

This pie is full of oil and meat, and the outer skin is slightly burnt. It is very willing to put the smell of spices mixed with the aroma of the meat to waft out. Just smelling it makes people feel like their index fingers are moved.

This is the third day that Igna is locked in this dark basement.

It was also the seventh meal that came from the "Prisoner's Meal" of the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

Now he is locked up in a small house with no light and only kerosene lamps for lighting.

However, the Nighthawks treated him really well.

Not to mention that every day is different, UU reads www.uukanshu.com and has a wide variety of "prisoner meals", mainly because these people have very strict rules and procedures for doing things, except that they bound Igna's hands and feet at the beginning. , are able to communicate in language, and the attitude is quite friendly.

It is very different from what the family described in Igna's memory.

There is no violence against violence, no cruel experiments, and no harsh treatment.

Even when he was in a coma, he was treated for his injuries. After he woke up, he also made a brief self-introduction and briefing with Igna.

I don't know what method they used. When Ignatius, the arrested person, listened to them, he didn't panic and was very calm. Feeling no joy, no sorrow, peace and quiet.

Later, after Igna was imprisoned in the dungeon, that sense of insensitivity gradually subsided.

However, he still didn't feel panic.

Perhaps, because this was what he expected.

Or maybe, because the attitude of those night watchmen has always been very kind.

Or maybe, because they not only informed the outcome of this matter, that he needed to stay in the dungeon for a while, but also that they would hold a funeral for his two companions.

It's definitely not because they provide delicious food every day, behave like they don't imprison him but take him in, and they often send beautiful blond priestesses to preach.

Ok. That's right. That's it.

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Because the protagonist of this fanfiction is already a Beyonder, he has no chance to join the Nighthawk (sadly).

I can only cut a perspective... (while explaining the brief follow-up of the matter) I have been writing about the daily addiction of Nighthawks.

To the Nighthawks: You are the true guardians! The most trustworthy guardian!