After handing over the troublesome matters that required a lot of time to Detective Valentine, Fangzheng lived a leisurely life for a while. His daily work consisted of reading the newspaper, drinking tea, chatting with Nimf, going for a walk, eating with Nimf and Ryoko Asakura, and contacting the Tendo Temple.
Of course, Fangzheng also reported the situation here to the Goddess of Order, but as he expected, neither Fina nor the Goddess of Order knew what the original body was doing in this world, nor did they know why she did what she did, so Fangzheng had to continue the investigation himself.
During this period, from the news that Fangzheng read in the newspapers, this world could be said to be full of demons.
That's right, demons.
Generally speaking, in other worlds, the major media and serious newspapers would report on some national events on the front page, followed by some social and legal issues, followed by other entertainment, gossip, sports, and so on. But in this world, whether it was finance, the legal system, politics, or entertainment, all kinds of media would report on all kinds of mysterious events that happened all over the world.
For example, in the spring of a certain place, there was a mass hysteria and mass hysteria. Many people who did not know each other suddenly began to shout that the end of the world was coming, and then smashed and burned the whole city. However, just half a month after the police arrested these lunatics, they suddenly came to their senses and said that they had no idea what they had done.
There was also an artist who committed suicide by jumping off a building in front of the public after painting a blasphemous and horrible painting for exhibition. There was also a group of cultists who besieged the police.
In short, all kinds of media were full of suicides, murders, mass hysteria, the nonsense of artists, and some strange letters from readers that made people feel like sending the editors to a mental hospital … Well, in short, the more you read these things, the more you felt that the world was in a mess.
Of course, it was still very interesting as horror material.
By the way, during this period, Detective Valentine also gained a lot of information.
As a detective, he was very mobile. Within a few days, Valentine reported the information he had investigated to Fangzheng. Based on the photo taken of the jewelry (Valentine returned the jewelry to Fangzheng because he found it disgusting), he asked a friend at the police station. As a result, he soon learned that the pattern on the jewelry was related to a missing person case that the police had previously solved.
At that time, the police were investigating a cult gathering in New Orleans and arrested a group of cultists. At first, they thought it was just a group of ordinary Voodoo believers, but as the arrest and investigation progressed, the police believed that it was a new type of religious group that they had never seen before, so they asked for of of of the help of archaeologists and anthropologists.
Valentine himself obtained information from his colleagues at the police station, then went to visit Professor William Channing Weber, an anthropologist who had solved the problem for the police. Although Valentine tried to further discuss this issue with Professor Weber, unfortunately, Professor Weber was old and seriously ill at that time, so it was difficult for him to communicate with others. The information Valentine obtained from him was that the pattern on the brooch on his hand and the strange statue that the police had asked him to investigate were related to a very strange religious tribe on the west coast of Greenland.
Valentine then went to Greenland and sent a message back to Fangzheng again.
But this time, his tone was a little hurried. He told Fangzheng that he had indeed investigated a mysterious Inuit tribe in Greenland and learned some terrible things. He would continue to investigate and report again. Then, before Fangzheng could say anything, Valentine hung up the phone, saying that he was worried that someone was eavesdropping.
When he received another call from Valentine a few days later, the detective's voice had begun to distort, even showing signs of hysteria. He asked Fangzheng to come to Dunedin Port in New Zealand immediately to meet him. He had found something terrible, but he wasn't sure … Well, when he heard this, Fangzheng knew he had come to the right place.
Probably.
After that, Fangzheng took Nimf, Ryoko Asakura, and even Francis to New Zealand to meet the detective at the designated hotel.
But … …
"You don't look well, Detective Valentine."
Fangzheng could not help but sigh when he saw Valentine's pale face and thin cheeks. Valentine waved his hand nervously, signaling Fangzheng not to speak. Then, he quickly opened the door and looked around, as if he was worried that he was being watched, before quickly closing the door.
Not only that, Fangzheng also found that almost all the doors in Valentine's hotel room were locked, including the windows. Even the mirror was no exception.
"To tell you the truth, Mr. Van Helsing, if you hadn't come, I think I might have collapsed …."
As he spoke, Valentine gestured behind him. Only then did Fangzheng see a red-haired woman lying on a bed not far away. She was currently unconscious.
"Who is this?"
"Her name is Wendy, Professor Weber's granddaughter. I told Professor Weber that I wanted to investigate this matter, but he couldn't move because of his serious illness, so he asked his granddaughter to help me investigate."
"Oh …."
Fangzheng looked at the red-haired woman meaningfully, then stared at Valentine.
"You used the funds I gave you to pick up girls?"
Although this was a common practice among detectives.
"No, I'm not …."
Facing Fangzheng's question, Valentine looked a little embarrassed, but he quickly changed the topic.
"These are …."
"They're my assistants. This is my client."
Fangzheng introduced them to each other, then sat on the sofa and looked at Valentine.
"Well, Detective Valentine, we didn't come all the way from Arkham to a godforsaken place like New Zealand to make friends. Tell us what you found."
"Yes, Mr. Van Helsing. To be honest …."
Facing Fangzheng, Valentine's complexion seemed to have improved a lot. He continued to talk about his previous encounter. After finding clues in Greenland, Valentine came to the port of Dunedin in New Zealand. According to Valentine, a group of mixed-race people who also believed in that religion seemed to be doing something here. They had a very bad reputation in the port area. Legend had it that these people always went to the woods at night to hold shameful gatherings. Some people even thought they were devil worshippers.
In addition, Valentine also learned that these people seemed to be planning to carry out some "important ritual" recently. But just as he was about to investigate further, Valentine found that he was being followed.
After that, he would always have some mysterious hallucinations and encounter some unexplainable things. Miss Wendy, who was with him, fell into a coma two days ago. Although they called for a doctor, for some reason, it was the members of the terrifying mixed-bloods who came instead. Fortunately, Valentine was very vigilant at that time, which made them retreat.
But …
"At that time, those people didn't feel like humans at all. They exuded a very strange stench. I thought it was the unique smell of fishermen on the sea, but that's not the case at all. Their hands and feet seemed to be different from ordinary people …."
Hearing Detective Valentine's story, Francis nodded repeatedly with a pale face. It seemed that he had also recalled the tragic experience in Innsmouth.
"I understand the situation."
After listening to Detective Valentine's story, Fangzheng nodded. He then narrowed his eyes and looked at Valentine.
"I should have warned you not to investigate the content. Just investigate their destination and location. I did, didn't I?"
"… Yes."
Facing Fangzheng's question, Valentine looked a little dejected. In fact, during the phone call, Fangzheng did warn him not to care about what they were doing. He just needed to investigate where they were doing it. Frankly speaking, this kind of request was quite strange for Valentine. Generally, a client would ask him to find out what the target of the investigation was doing and why they were doing it.
But Fangzheng's request was the exact opposite. He repeatedly told Valentine not to care about why they were doing it or what they were doing. He just needed to know where they were doing it.
But Valentine still ….
"… Because of that woman, right?"
Fangzheng silently glanced at Wendy lying on the bed, while Valentine lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Yes, she said that this cult is very old and has considerable research value …."
I knew it. It's normal for women to cause trouble in horror and movies.
Women, archaeologists, and researchers are basically the standard for troublemakers in horror stories.
Valentine's intuition as a detective, coupled with Fangzheng's warning, instinctively felt that it was not a good thing to get close to those disgusting things, so he could still maintain his rationality. But Wendy was different. She was almost completely immersed in the research of those disgusting things in Valentine's eyes. Not only that, her expression was getting more and more absent-minded, as if she was on drugs.
Two days ago, there was an earthquake and a storm here. After that, Wendy fell into a coma and has not woken up since.
Fortunately, Valentine had already called Fangzheng at that time, so he arrived just in time.
"Forget it. Look at you …. Here, drink this."
As he said that, Fangzheng took out what looked like a bottle of mineral water. Valentine took it with a puzzled look, opened it, and drank it clean. Then ….
The next moment, his expression changed drastically. He rushed to the bathroom next door.
What followed was a series of vomiting and diarrhea. After a while, Valentine, who looked like a ghost, weakly walked out of the bathroom.
"Sir, what … .did you give me to drink?"
"Just think of it as holy water."
"Holy water ….? But why do I feel like I've taken a laxative? "
"Detoxification isn't bad either. You should feel much better now, right?"
"That's … .true …."
Although he looked weaker than before, Valentine was surprised to find that after the vomiting and diarrhea just now, the voices that had been bothering him had all disappeared. Not only that, the tension that gripped his heart tightly and made him feel uneasy had also disappeared. He felt unprecedentedly relaxed.
It was not the result of taking some kind of drug, but more like the shadow that had been haunting him had completely disappeared.
"This is …."
"Looks like it's working."
Fangzheng nodded silently. He had been hoping to find out how the influence of the Cthulhu Mythos on the humans of this world began. What Fangzheng gave Valentine just now was a magic potion he bought in the main world. It could be used to dispel mental charms. Originally, Fangzheng thought that if it didn't work, he would use other potions as test subjects …. He didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
"Alright, let's get down to business."
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