Chapter 164 Peeping

Lynn and Bill did not question the detective's story.

Even if it sounds bizarre.

If something is absurd without extraordinary factors, even extraordinary people will find it bizarre. Extraordinary people are not self-indulgent charlatans, but more like a group of moths that sacrifice their lives to pursue the truth, even if the existence called truth will burn them into ashes without any trace left.

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

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

The young gentleman tilted his head and let the silk hair on his forehead and feet fall. He leaned on the sofa in a lazy and casual posture. Only a pair of bright eyes showed that he was not slacking off, but thinking seriously.

So far, in the data moved from the first ring archive of [Light Bearer] in Lynn's mind, from sexual appearance to professional ability, from pollution to relics, none of their records are consistent with Douglas's description. Even the [Daughter of the Cup] sect, which is rich in cultists, believes in the way of senses, which is in serious conflict with this numbness. Although there are similarities in the form of expression, their essence should be completely different.

As for other righteous gods, such as [Enlightened Sage], [Mist of No Existence], [Double Crown Wolf], and [Four Dragons of Sichen], they are even more different.

"It seems that these people are controlled by that Channing."

Bill gave a conclusion, while Douglas had a different opinion.

"I am not an extraordinary person, so I can't analyze the specific situation. At that time, I felt that they needed Channing, which didn't seem like control. Please forgive my shallow knowledge of what it was like."

"Where is Channing now?" Lin En felt that he still had to find the real master to find out, and by the way, ask the child if Arthur was with him.

"He was in the underground prison. After being brought back to the headquarters, he stayed there all the time. He basically took charge of the place."

For a moment, both Lynn and Bill sat up straight and were a little alert. There might be a strange existence under their unguarded buttocks. For extraordinary people, it was almost like having a gun pointed at their heads.

If they were more vigilant, they might have suspected that the Elba Field had fallen and they had fallen into a trap.

Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen.

Bill's shock perception and Lynn's keen senses told them that this place was normal, so normal that they could invite the priest of the church to come and perform a blessing mass. The two exchanged glances without changing their expressions, and nodded their heads slightly to make sure there was no problem.

"It seems that we have to meet with this Channing. In addition, we need your assistance and as many people as possible to conduct some investigations in the downtown area."

Bill asked Douglas for help.

In order to investigate the murderer who blew up Dr. Willy's head, he had to solve the mystery of the Lower City first, and Ye Funi had to try to figure out where the gun came from. All the clues they had pointed to the internal strife of the [Continental Physician Association].

"I have no choice but to do it."

Douglas couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this. To be honest, he was a little worried that the [Suppression Bureau] would ignore this weird thing, because there was no trace of extraordinary, and even if he reported it, it would probably be ignored.

In fact, there is a paradox here. In theory, the extraordinary people of the middle sequence cannot cover up their own traces. This directly involves the use of the essence of the spirit particle, which is not a field that the middle sequence can get involved in. And if there is an upper sequence in the [Steam City], there is no reason for the detection and top personnel of various organizations not to notice it, which leads to a conflict of ideas.

The conclusion of the contradiction is that nothing happened in the Lower City.

A joke about the stake.

The righteous gods are merciful and treat all things equally. (Including evil) The sentence in brackets is a helpless and desperate accusation of a blasphemer after his whole family was killed by the cultists.

When leaving the office.

The little gentleman who fell behind the three felt a prying and wandering gaze, which gently disturbed his perception like a feather. Lin En turned around suddenly and faced an empty corridor. The green eyes and the red eyes were intertwined with each other, but nothing was found.

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The underground prison, the turbid and rotten air, the low moans of the prisoners, the swaying lights could not completely illuminate the space, leaving behind large areas of creepy shadows and darkness. Even the jailers were unwilling to stand in the darkness that was suspected of hiding monsters. Thanks to the high-pressure military rule, this prison rarely had riots.

Most prisoners never see the sun, no air, only manual labor day after day.

It can be said that as long as you enter here, you will lose a layer of skin if you don’t die, and don’t think about leaving before the oil and water are squeezed dry. It is extremely rare for someone like Lin En to go in today and leave tomorrow without suffering any physical pain. In addition to effective bribery, his appearance and temperament also benefited from it.

Interestingly, the prison guard who greeted Lin En and others was the trustworthy William.

This made Lin En feel very happy.

He couldn't explain why he was happy, so he gave him a little tip. He used both kindness and force to make the two gentlemen smile with satisfaction.

Douglas arranged Channing in a small single room.

It's not that he treated this child preferentially, but he was too weird. Throwing him among other prisoners might cause very bad things, so the detective simply detained him alone and ordered people to pay attention to Channing's every move every day.

"Since he came in, he has not moved at all except eating, and he doesn't sit on the bed. He just stays in the corner all day long, like a dead man. Three respected gentlemen, do you want me to get him out? I guarantee he will be obedient!"

Nodding and bowing, the jailer with a strong servile temperament put his attitude to the lowest level.

None of the three gentlemen in front of him could afford to offend him.

"No need, the next two of us will go and take a look ourselves." Bill took out a bit of a businesslike attitude.

Douglas still felt a little bit sorry for Channing.

And Lin En had already walked to the small single room at this time.

Through the small window above, he could clearly see Channing curled up in the corner with his hands on his knees. The sharp-eyed little gentleman noticed that his expression was wrong at a glance. There was no anxiety, no decadence, no joy, and the calm and numb face did not have any emotional fluctuations that should have, and all the micro-expressions on his face disappeared.

As if he noticed Lin En's sight, Channing looked up at him.

That inorganic gaze made Lin En's heart skip a beat, and unreasonable fear was spreading from every corner of his vision.