Serial Killer

The method to pull someone into a dream is very crude. It's not as silent as Miss Judi's mother… It shouldn't be a High-Sequence Beyonder…

After having a general idea of what was going on, Ebner recalled the looks of the ordinary people in the Abundance Cathedral last night. He deliberately wore a blank expression and looked towards the door.

The door creaked open, and a figure in a gray trench coat walked in.

He was in his thirties, had a long, thin face, and blue eyes that had the charm of a middle-aged man.

This style… This attire… It looks like an official Beyonder… A newly transferred Captain from the Tingen Nighthawks?

As he read the conjured Stormwind Mountain Villa, he casually greeted the visitor.

The man in the gray trench coat took off his hat and sat opposite him. He asked casually,

"Did you take the last train to Tingen today?"

It really is the Nighthawks, a Nightmare… Why is he here? While feeling puzzled, Ebner replied with a smile,

"Yes."

"What are you doing in Tingen?" the Nighthawk's Nightmare asked casually.

"I'm just passing by, so I'll stay for the time being. I'll leave tomorrow morning," Ebner answered honestly.

"Did you find anyone suspicious on the train you were on?" the Nighthawk asked again.

Yes, I am very suspicious… Ebner lampooned inwardly. Then, he seriously thought about it and finally shook his head. At least there was no one suspicious in his carriage.

"Mr. Bryan, thank you for your answer. I wish you a good dream." The Nighthawk stood up and bowed politely with his hand on his chest.

The dream suddenly rippled like water as he vanished from the room.

Looking at the spot where he had sat, Ebner had a guess.

A very dangerous person had entered Tingen, so the official Beyonders were investigating the outsiders one by one…

I wonder what kind of dangerous person he is… Hmm, I might as well follow and take a look…

Heh, perhaps tonight would be the first day of Dr. Strange's appearance.

With this in mind, he simulated Psychological Invisibility and used the "aura" left behind by the other party to easily catch up to the Nightmare.

And at that moment, the charming middle-aged man in his thirties had already rendezvoused with his two teammates in an alley behind the hotel. He was preparing to rush to the next residence of an outsider he needed to confirm.

Using Psychological Invisibility, Ebner brazenly followed the three of them onto the carriage and listened to their conversation at a close distance.

"Captain…" Royale Reideen, whose black hair was smooth like silk, called out unfamiliarly. Then, she paused before continuing, "Has the person from before been confirmed to be fine?"

"If you really can't get used to it, just call me Aiur… I'm just the captain of the Tingen team. I won't stay here forever." The middle-aged gentleman named Aiur thought of his good friend, Dunn, and sighed. He then returned to the topic at hand. "If I'm not wrong, that person just now was Backlund's Hero Detective, Ebner Bryan. He has a background in the orthodox Churches and is on good terms with Madam Daly and Her Excellency, the Goddess's Sword. There shouldn't be any problems."

The cold-looking Ma'am Royale nodded slightly and said in agreement, "It's indeed unlikely to be him. That murderer has committed many crimes in East Chester County. It doesn't match the trajectory of Detective Bryan's actions."

"In fact, if the murderer didn't kill a Nighthawk in Sterne, we wouldn't have known that he would commit so many crimes… We don't even know which pathway he's a Beyonder." Aiur held a set of information about the victim as he flipped through it with a frown.

When Ebner saw this, he leaned over and read with him.

All that was left in the carriage was the sound of pages being flipped.

Royale followed the window to identify the streets outside before turning back. "We've arrived at the next outsider's residence."

Only then did the silence break.

As the carriage stopped, the three Nighthawks alighted.

Just as Aiur was about to do the same and force himself into the target's dream, the silent Frye suddenly said, "Something's wrong. The spirit here is abnormal!"

Upon hearing that, Aiur and Royale immediately took out their revolvers and turned wary. As Nighthawks, they trusted their teammates unconditionally.

After carefully observing for a while, the three of them took turns to cover each other and agilely entered the house through the window.

But the imagined enemy or tragic scene didn't appear… The room was empty, and there wasn't even much furniture. The other items didn't seem worth paying attention to either. There was only a note stuck in an extremely conspicuous spot.

Seeing this, Aiur didn't dare to be careless. He told his two teammates to stay alert as he carefully removed the slip of paper that was plastered to the door.

"Captain Aiur to the Revelation:

According to the dossier, there were already 11 deaths in East Chester County… These 11 people had their internal organs removed in different spots…

"The dates of these 11 people correspond to the sun, the crimson moon, the brown star, and the crimson star…

"…Based on this, I determined that this case was done by a serial killer of the Devil pathway. The goal was to set up a ritual to summon the Devil's projection… This ritual's name is the Shadow of Adabaot. It was once successfully held in the Rorsted Archipelago's Lesh Town in 1322. No one in the entire town survived.

"Currently, the ritual is only short of one person to complete the basic conditions. The date of the ritual corresponds to Blue Planet. The person most likely to be the target is Dr. Daxter Guderian from the Greenhill Mental Asylum.

"In addition, the tenant at your house is the real murderer. Unfortunately, he's not here at the moment.

"I hope my inference can help you…

"Your friend, Dr. Strange."

After reading the contents of the note, Aiur frowned deeply. He handed the note to Royale and Frye to read while he quickly thought.

I have an impression of the tragedy in Lesh Town in 1322… So it was caused by the projection of an abyssal?

This person who called himself Dr. Strange had written down the process of his inference in detail. It didn't seem like he was speaking carelessly…

With this in mind, Aiur instructed his two Nighthawks who had finished reading the note,

"Royale, go to the police station and get them to help search for the young man whose birthday corresponds to the date on Blue Planet and confirm their current location. Then, inform the Machinery Hivemind and the Mandated Punishers about this information and get them to send reinforcements to the Greenhill Mental Asylum as soon as possible."

"Yes, Captain," Royale answered first, then asked hesitantly, "Captain, do you really believe what this Doctor Strange said? The content he wrote, in the beginning, should be real, but the name he gave at the end is completely baseless… Perhaps he's trying to divert us…"

"Whether it's real or fake, we have to investigate it. Besides, this is the only clue we have at the moment… If this Doctor Strange really wants to get rid of us, there's no need to do so much."

Aiur shook his head and said to Frye, "Return to the company immediately and send a telegram to the Holy Cathedral to report this matter."

Frye frowned and said worriedly, "Captain, are you going to the mental asylum alone? It's very dangerous…"

"Don't worry, I won't act rashly." Aiur waved his hand and said in an unquestionable tone, "It's settled. Time is of the essence, so we'll take action immediately."

After his two teammates left, Aiur read the note written in flowery handwriting again and muttered to himself in puzzlement,

This person who calls himself Dr. Strange seems to be very familiar with the dossiers provided to us by the police station… Could it be that the high-ranking deacon of the Church happened to pass by?

…

At the same time, Dr. Strange, who Aiur couldn't understand, transformed into a giant bear and slapped a weak man who wanted to stab Dr. Daxter Guderian in the back to the ground.

The man struggled a few times, but the giant bear pressed him down with its palm, making him unable to move at all. His ribs were all broken, and one of them had even stabbed straight into his lungs. This made it impossible for him to chant the incantations and cast Devil-like spells.

Of course, Dr. Strange, who had transformed into a giant bear, wasn't afraid of the so-called spells.

Behind the bear, Dr. Daxter, who claimed to have seen plenty of things, stared at the scene in shock, thinking that he was dreaming.