The sin of wearing a crown

Neither Lynn nor Bill voiced any doubts about the detective's story.

Even if it sounds bizarre.

If something appears absurd without extraordinary factors, even extraordinary people will find it very bizarre. Extraordinary people are not narcissistic stickmen, but more like a group of moths sacrificing their lives to pursue the truth, even if there is an existence named truth. They will be burned to ashes with no trace left.

There is no extraordinary factor, or this factor is well hidden.

Observation through sexual appearance is the most basic and effective method.

The young gentleman tilted his head, letting the silk hair from his forehead and feet fall down. He leaned on the sofa in a lazy and casual posture. Only his bright eyes showed that he was not lazy, but very serious. Think carefully.

So far, in the data transferred from Linn's mind to the archives of the "Lamp Holder", from sexual appearance to professional abilities, from pollution to relics, none of their records are consistent with Douglas's description. Even the [Daughter of Cups] sect group, which is rich in cultists, believes in a sensory approach that is in serious conflict with this kind of numbness. Although there are similarities in expression, the essence should be completely different.

As for other righteous gods, such as [Sage of Enlightenment], [Mist of Inexistence], [Double-Crowned Wolf], and [Sichen Four Dragons], they are even more different.

"It seems that these people are controlled by that Qian Ning."

Bill gave one conclusion, while Douglas had a different take.

"I'm not an extraordinary person, so I can't analyze the specific situation. My feeling at the time was that they needed Qian Ning. It didn't look like manipulation. Please forgive me for my shallow knowledge of what it looked like."

"Where is Qian Ning now?" Linn felt that he still had to find out from the real owner, and by the way, ask the child if Arthur was with him.

"He was in the underground prison. After he was brought back to the headquarters, he stayed there and made it his home."

For a moment, Linn and Bill couldn't help but sit up straight, a little wary. There might be a strange existence under their unprepared buttocks. For extraordinary people, this is almost the same as pointing a gun at their head.

If they were more morbidly vigilant, they might wonder if the Elba Field had fallen and they had fallen into a trap.

Fortunately the worst didn't happen.

Bill's shock perception and Lynn's sharp senses both told them that this place was normal, normal enough to invite the church's priest to come and perform a blessing mass. The two exchanged glances without changing their expressions, and they were all insignificant. There's definitely nothing wrong with my head.

"It seems that we have to meet with this Qian Ning. In addition, we also need your assistance and as many people as possible to conduct some investigations in Xiacheng District."

Bill asked Douglas for help.

If they want to investigate the murderer who blew up Dr. Willy's head, they must first solve the mystery in the lower city, while Yevni must try to figure out where the gun came from. All the clues they have point to This is an internal strife within the [Mainland Medical Association].

"It's my duty."

Douglas couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. To be honest, he was a little worried that the [Suppression Bureau] would not care about this weird thing, because there was no trace of extraordinary things at all, so even if he reported it, it would most likely not be ignored.

In fact, there is a paradox involved here. In theory, even the extraordinary people of the mid-level sequence cannot cover up their own traces. This directly involves the use of the essence of the spirit son, which is not an area that the mid-level sequence can enter. And if there is a higher-ranking person causing trouble in the [Steam City], there is no reason why the detection and top-level personnel of each organization should not notice it, which leads to a conflict in concepts.

The paradoxical conclusion is that nothing happened in Xiacheng District.

A joke about the stakes.

The righteous God is merciful and treats all things equally. (Including evil) The sentence in brackets is a helpless and desperate accusation made by a blasphemer after his entire family was killed by cultists.

When leaving the office.

The young gentleman, who was at the end of the three, felt a stray voyeuristic gaze, which lightly disturbed his senses like a feather. Lin suddenly turned around to face an empty corridor. The green eyes and red eyes were immersed in each other and intertwined, but nothing was found.

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In the underground prison, the air was turbid and rancid, the prisoners were humming, and the flickering lights could not fully illuminate the space, leaving behind large areas of penetrating shadow and darkness. Even the jailer is not willing to stand in the darkness where monsters are suspected to be hidden. This prison benefits from high-pressure military rule, and riots rarely occur.

Most of the prisoners never saw the light of day, had no release, and only had to do manual labor day after day.

It can be said that as long as you enter here, you will lose your skin even if you don't die, and you can't leave until the oil and water are squeezed out. It is extremely rare to be like Lin En, who is in today and out tomorrow without suffering any physical pain. In addition to effective bribery, it also benefited from his appearance and temperament.

Interestingly, the person who greeted Linn and others was the original prison guard, the trustworthy William.

This made Linn feel very good.

He didn't understand why he was a little happy, so he gave him a small tip. His kindness and power made the two gentlemen smile with satisfaction.

Douglas arranged Channing in a small single room.

It's not that he gave this child preferential treatment, but that he was too weird and throwing him among other prisoners might cause very bad things, so the detective simply took him into custody alone and ordered people to pay attention to Qian Ning's every move every day.

"Ever since he came in, he didn't move except for eating, and he didn't sit on the bed. He just huddled in the corner all day long, like a dead man. Three respected gentlemen, do you want me to go get him? Come out? Make sure he is obedient!"

Nodding and bowing, the jailer with a very dog-legged temperament lowered his posture to the lowest level.

None of the three gentlemen in front of him could be offended by him.

"No need, the two of us will go and see for ourselves next time." Bill showed a bit of a business-like attitude.

Douglas was still a little intolerant of Chan Ning.

At this time, Lin En had already walked to the small single room.

Through the small window above, he could clearly see Qian Ning huddled in the corner with his hands on his knees. The sharp-eyed young gentleman noticed something was wrong with his expression at a glance. There was no anxiety, no decadence, no joy, and his face was so calm that it was so calm that there was no emotional fluctuation that it should have. All the micro-expressions on his face disappeared.

As if aware of Lin En's gaze, Qian Ning raised his head and faced him.

That inorganic gaze made Linn's heart skip a beat, and unreasonable fear spread from every corner of his field of vision.