The fake priest tied his hands behind his back and tried his best to escape. After knocking over two rows of chairs, he tripped and fell. He landed without a buffer and came into close contact with the stone bricks. He still struggled to move away from the pendant without knowing the pain.
It was as if fear had temporarily deprived him of his sanity. If the followers hadn't held him down at the base of the wall, he might have tried to punch a hole in the wall.
Such a violent reaction frightened many people, and they reflexively took half a step back. Then they looked around the main hall where the sound of crying and howling echoed, and were alert to the dark doorways and windows that might pop up everywhere.
For a moment, Kraft suspected that what was clamped was a smoking grenade or some kind of machine trigger, but it was indeed just quietly emitting the same faint light as before, like a stone eye embedded in metal, and the red boy watched people with disdain.
His ugly appearance disdained a single laugh.
The pliers held the lanyard and spun twice in the air. The pendant was obediently wrapped around the pliers' mouth after several rounds of pendulum motion. Nothing happened.
"What? The angel is a little far away from here and can't be on call?" Kraft moved the pliers forward, and Hoel immediately shrank back like an electric shock, but the retinue held him firmly.
"I remember this thing." After the initial panic, he calmed down a little. "When the 'angel' came to take away the priest, something lit up on the man's chest."
"that person?"
"I've only seen him once, but he only had a ring like this on his robe, so I guess..."
"Guess he has some status among that group of people?" Kraft put the pendant back on the lead bottle and sealed it, and the other person's expression became more natural.
"Yes, yes, he asked me to find the priest after the stone darkened and said that the angel had already arrived." There was still a lingering sound of fear in the trembling voice. That experience caused a great psychological shadow on him.
The pagans called themselves "orthodox" and came to the church to announce to those who had served God for more than 20 years that "angels" would take away the priest, which came true immediately.
I am afraid that such a scene would not exist in the most terrifying imaginations of believers. At this time, it would be good if it were really some kind of evil spirit that could break into the church and cause trouble, but what if it wasn't?
"So this thing shouldn't be on all the time, right?" It doesn't sound like something that makes a Geiger counter sound, but something that functions like a Geiger counter, indicating the approach and distance of something.
Martin listened for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. This thing had not been turned off since it was taken out, and it followed them all the way from Westminster to the town of Hudson, "That's what I mean.
If so, wouldn't that 'angel' be always by our side?"
This sentence immediately caused a subtle change in the atmosphere, and some unspoken thoughts were transmitted among the crowd. The followers looked at each other, unconsciously changed their postures, and moved closer to each other. They did not express it clearly but tacitly showed a certain alert posture.
Until Knight Barrow strode forward and gave Hoel a slap in the face, "You are deceiving the public with your lies, do you think this pagan trick of fooling the people can scare us? Tell me honestly, where is the body of the murdered priest?"
"No, what I said is true! I watched the priest go back to rest after arguing with them, lock the room with his own hands, and then disappear."
The slap that caused blunt force damage due to the armor did not make him change his story, he just covered his face and persisted in the country ghost story.
When Barrow heard this, he was about to take action again. Half because he thought the guy in front of him was unrepentant, and half because he was annoyed that this statement had really shaken the hearts of the team. He raised his hand on the spot and prepared to make up for the other side of the face.
Fortunately, Kraft and Martin stopped him, otherwise Hoel would have suffered a broken jaw and a concussion.
"Calm down, Barrow, it won't be like this."
"What? Don't tell me you think he is telling the truth."
"You probably won't have a chance to talk after this beating." Kraft stopped the physical exchange, "Besides, this guy may not have seen the whole story, so there is no point in asking further."
"Ask him to take us to see the room where the priest disappeared, and then seize the time to check the church, and return to the manor before evening."
As expected, the matter here is settled. It was an unexpected surprise to catch the fake priest. I can completely guess that there will be no clues left in that room. Just like the two people who disappeared at the previous banquet, just
Go for a spin out of process.
Anyway, the church in Hudson Town is very small, and turning it inside out will not affect their return to the manor for dinner.
"By the way, remember to find someone to inform the mayor." Martin carried the priest and walked into the church, while the others dispersed to look for clues.
However, Kraft was skeptical about what this group of people could find. After all, there were at most one-third of the people here who could read the holy scriptures fluently, and less than half of them were knowledgeable about religion. Maybe there were many pagan scriptures.
You may not be able to tell anything wrong with it in front of you.
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As expected, they escorted Father Hoel to a room that looked like nothing out of the ordinary. The door bolt that had been knocked open had not yet been repaired, and was left ajar to welcome all the factors that could damage the scene and the investigation that was delayed for several months.
By.
The damp quilt that had not been aired for a long time was stuck to the straw mattress, with dark moisture marks. Unsurprisingly, they found some green and black mold spots that had grown in the continuous rainy days and been repeatedly dried, soaked, and refreshed.
Inside the agglomerated cotton wool, the overall look is similar to dead meat that failed to be cured.
A wooden cup was poured on the table, and it was connected to the tabletop by a lump of unclear composition. When it was lifted, the entire tabletop shook, and long threads with the texture of dried syrup were pulled out.
According to Hoel, it may indeed be some kind of drink with syrup added, as well as cereal grinding, cinnamon powder and the like. As for where so much sugar came from, it involves why the original priest died. Maybe the pagans didn't come.
Sooner or later, someone might give him a slap in the face.
They didn't find anything useful, not even much identifiable information, except for a few mushrooms growing out of the washtub, but this number couldn't be called abnormal, but it made Krafft want to return after the long vacation from college.
Bedroom illusion.
The church was limited in size, and its internal structure was similar to that of a well-packaged New Year's gift. There was an empty space, and there was not much practical space except for the lobby. As the sun set, they visited this simple building from bottom to top, floor by floor, and climbed out of the attic.
Skylight, sit outside the dome.
According to the usual structural arrangement of the church, the ceiling painting is the Kingdom of Heaven overlooking the mortal world, so they are now sitting on the head of the Heavenly Father.
It's a bit disrespectful, but to be honest, the buttocks don't feel very good. Kraft moved his position and found a relatively flat tile to settle down on. "The scenery is not bad, you can see the entire town from here."
"It's a pity that we can't see where the pagans are. If I had known, I would have brought someone from the church, but then I would have to speak carefully in front of them." Martin held the window frame of the facade, took off the leather bag, and joined the professor.
Looking down at the house with rising smoke. After running around for a long time and working here for a long time, he also felt a little tired.
"Speaking of which, where is your... um, female attendant?"
"Oh, you're talking about Yin Feng." Kraft turned around and figured out who he was referring to. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "She is my student. She can't be of much help for the time being, so I combined her with the two weeks of homework."
The contents were left together in Westminster, and Mr. Wilbert sent someone to look after her."
"Very few women enter Rivers University. Even if there are exceptions, they are not that young, so she is very talented?" Martin was quite curious about this. If he hadn't seen that Kraft was too young,
There is no similarity in their appearance, so one might think that this is his sister or even his daughter.
"It's not that complicated. It's just a coincidence. What I understand is not difficult. There is nothing that requires extraordinary talent and understanding to access."
"Haha, professors and lecturers in the university may not think so."
Kraft looked at the sun approaching the tree line. He seemed to be distracted and did not respond for a while. Just when Martin thought he was immersed in his own world, he suddenly said: "Speaking of college, something comes to mind."
"Um?"
"Now that it's basically certain that disappearances out of thin air are all pagan tricks, it's time to start thinking about why they would take action at the university, or against a surgical lecturer, Petrie. Is there any logic in this?"
"Same for you, but what you encountered was not the 'disappearance spell'." When talking about this matter, Martin still feels guilty. That handful of devil cherries is simply a magic touch that brings back the original nature of the assassination world. God knows how he was found out.
"This shows that this is not a joke. It is indeed related to his status as a medical school scholar." Kraft put his hands in the air in front of his chest. This is an old habit, as if he is supporting his chin, and it is like a preparation for something to be done.
"They could have killed anyone at the party, but they singled out Petrie, a visiting lecturer. What's the point?"
"What do Petrie and I have in common? We are both surgeons in the outside world?"
"So they want to prevent the surgeon from participating in discussing the Duke's condition?" Martin guessed, but he then rejected his statement, "This makes no sense. Suppose the Duke's condition really leaked, I mean hypothetical, why would they
I guess the surgeon must have a solution."
Is it true that heretical religions also have disciplinary discrimination?
"Yes, this makes no sense. I have never discussed this treatment method with anyone before, and I have never heard of any precedent. Unless they know prophecy, they must accurately hit the invasive therapy."
As far as he knew about the general concept, Kraft was under the impression that internal medicine would continue to outrank surgery for hundreds of years, and no one thought that tuberculosis could be curbed by physical means.
"Is it possible that we can only wait for you who are squatting near the Mugu Forest to gain something?"
"Hopefully, I doubt they will be that stupid." Obviously, based on what Martin has seen so far, it should be difficult.
The two fell silent, watching the sun move closer to the tree line. Others were searching at their feet, and the sound of conversation had almost reached the top level.
"Speaking of which, if I don't limit my vision to the Duke, I thought of another possibility." Kraft stood up, patted the dust behind him, and spoke again, "I remember someone told me during the introduction, Petrie
What kind of operation did the professor perform? What was it?"
"Ah, yes, ice-cooled pain-reducing anesthesia amputation. Come to think of it, he was also studying anesthesia before?"
"Forgive me for my limited ability, can you explain what the possible relationship here is?" Anesthesia is still considered the cutting-edge of surgery, and this has entered Martin's blind spot of knowledge.
Kraft waved his hand and said not to take it too seriously, "No, let me just say that, I barely have this in common with Petrie. Besides, Petrie is from Dunlin University, right?"
"Yes." Martin nodded. He had noticed this during the subsequent investigation. Fortunately, Internal Affairs Officer Wilbert was worried about how to explain it to the other side.