Inside the church.
The investigator did not go to the main hall to pray. Instead, he found a priest.
After showing his investigator identification, he was brought to a small room behind the church.
In the room, a bishop was reading a book.
He was about fifty years old, with white hair and an old-fashioned face.
"Trainee investigator Longcor pays his respects to you, Your Excellency Bishop Brown!"
Longcor bowed. "This is my observation report on the target for the past week!"
As he spoke, he handed over a document.
"Thank you for your hard work. Please take a seat."
Bishop Brown took the document and began to read it slowly.
In every major city of the Federation, the bishops of the churches of the Si Sui and the Seven Disasters, together with the Special Affairs Bureau, were the strongest forces in the field of mystery.
"According to my investigation, Angel Legra is just an ordinary person who was bewitched and entered the Skinning Club... There is nothing unusual about her."
Longcor reported at the same time.
"Therefore, she is only lightly monitored," Brown said gently.
Yes, and only a trainee investigator like me was assigned to carry out the tracking mission. Longcor rolled his eyes in his heart.
As a trainee investigator, Longcor's biggest goal was to accumulate enough merits or work hours to be promoted to a level three investigator.
Although it was said that a level two investigator could open the mysterious door, he did not have such extravagant hopes at the moment. He only wanted to earn a salary.
In the Federation's institutions, people like him were the majority.
Moreover, the salary and various allowances of a level three investigator were already sufficiently generous!
"Combining all the information, it can be confirmed that there is a huge problem with this Skinning Club... It does not even exist in the real world. It only opens its entrance at a specific time, and each time it opens, it is in a different location..."
After reading all the information, Bishop Brown gently tapped his fingers on the table. "This is a very clever ritual or nameless ability … It means that there may be a 'Leveled One', or even a 'Perfect One', standing behind it!"
Longcor sucked in a breath of cold air. "That's an incredible figure. Should we continue?"
"Of course!"
Brown chanted a few words in a cold voice, "Life is short, why not indulge your desires … Devour sweet things, and be devoured by sweet things. We are willing to endure hardship and enjoy supreme pleasure from it … This is the typical teachings of the Blackblood Master! The Skinning Club might just be a layer of skin for those notorious organizations in history! "
"Indeed. Furthermore, the Church of the Si Sui is extremely hostile toward the Master of Blackblood. It's said that the power of the ritual would clash with one another …"
Roncor added in his mind.
"The so-called fine wine and food are probably the bait to filter out the followers … The root of evil must be interrupted."
Bishop Brown stood up with a determined look on his face. "It was our dereliction of duty when the Cup-Chaser Church wreaked havoc in Byron City. If they hadn't run away fast enough, I would have burned them to ashes. This time, I won't allow any failure."
"The Special Affairs Bureau will do our best to help you, sir."
Loncor bowed again and guaranteed.
…
"I see. Si Sui's Church?"
At this moment, outside the church, Chung Shen-soo was feeding the pigeons while listening to the spirit body's report.
Without a powerful Spirit to enslave, these ordinary Earthbound Spirits could only do small things like eavesdropping and surveillance.
Fortunately, after being modified and strengthened, although it was still useless, it was enough to hide.
"The followers of the Master of Blackblood, the Skinning Club?"
After hearing the news he wanted, Chung Shen-soo sprinkled the last bit of bait and immediately turned to leave.
"Why did this club suddenly appear in Byron City? Is it for the continuation of the Cup-Chaser Church? But Maisley and Cardilla both left one after the other … '
He was a little puzzled, but he didn't take it to heart.
Angel's life was not in danger yet, so he chose to go home and sleep first.
…
25 Merlin Avenue.
In the living room.
"Hmm, Jones has a guest?"
Chung Shen-soo walked into the house and was surprised to see Jones talking to a man wearing a painter's hat.
This man's build and temperament were exactly the same as the painter he saw at the mysterious gathering.
"Li Wei!"
Jones saw Chung Shen-soo return and stood up a little awkwardly. "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Denrick, a very talented painter."
"Hello!"
Denrick took the initiative to extend his hand.
"Li Wei, Li Wei Mojito!" Chung Shen-soo extended his hand and shook hands with him.
"Of course, I've heard about you from your brother."
Denrick blinked his eyes. "I heard that you're also a very excellent 'bartender'!"
He deliberately emphasized the last word.
"Jones, go back to your room. I have something to discuss with Denrick."
Chung Shen-soo narrowed his eyes. He was not afraid of his identity being exposed at all. After all, there were so many layers between them.
However, it was better not to let Jones get involved.
After Jones left, Chung Shen-soo casually released a spiritual soundproof wall and sat on the sofa. He said in a low voice, "Painter, since you know it's me, you shouldn't have sold that dangerous painting to my brother."
For some reason, seeing the bartender in this state, Denrick felt a chill in his heart. He could not help but explain, "When I sold the painting, I didn't know."
"Then why are you here this time?"
Chung Shen-soo asked noncommittally.
"It's mainly to pay a visit. Other than that, I'm afraid you don't know, but the members of our gathering have changed a lot …"
Painter's voice was low.
"Oh?"
Chung Shen-soo gestured for him to continue.
"After Rose, Jasmine, and Shadow left, Butcher and the others did not care at all, and Old Drunkard and Clockmaker died …"
"Death always comes suddenly."
Chung Shen-soo sighed. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. I only figured out their identities after the fact … If it's just their own business, it's fine. If someone is specifically targeting our circle, then everyone is in danger!"
Denrick said nervously.
"I think … the two of them might have accidentally provoked someone …" Chung Shen-soo made a guess, such as the Skinning Club or something.
"No, you don't understand! I drew a prophetic painting … The colors on it are giving me a hint … More than one darkness is invading this city. We are in danger, everyone is in danger! "
Both of Denrick's eyes were bloodshot. "When the crisis comes, not only did our circle not actively prepare to save ourselves, but instead, we buried our heads in the sand like ostriches. This is not right. If this goes on, perhaps the ones who will die tomorrow will be you and me …"
"So?" Chung Shen-soo admitted that the other party's words were a little provocative, but he did not deny it.
"It's time to restart the gathering!"
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