Chapter 233 The Secret Is in the Story

At noon, Camus was awakened by a slight shout. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw Shu Locke standing in front of his desk.

"It's time to eat, Mr. Camus." Shu Locke said in a low voice. He smiled and pointed to the side, which was the canteen for the entire special team.

"Oh, thank you." Camus smiled, picked up his hat, put it on, and followed.

After eating, Camus and Shu Locke went downstairs. Camus walked back to his seat. At this moment, he saw a document on the table next to him, which was exactly the document that Sofina had sent in the morning.

"Mr. Hugh Locke, this is the information sent by Sofina, which may involve extraordinary events."

"Oh? Let me take a look." Shu Locke, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa, immediately raised his head after hearing this. Lazy is lazy. Extraordinary events are the reason why they are gathered here. He must show a full attitude towards extraordinary events.

Camus walked over with the information. Shu Locke looked at the description above intently. His face was very calm. After a few minutes, he put down the information and spoke in a slightly urgent tone.

"Follow me, look at the notes first, and then the crime scene." Shu Locke pulled on his slender clothes and walked out.

"Didn't you bring the things over?" Kamius asked doubtfully. Logically speaking, since there was a supernatural shadow, why didn't the police station send any notes?

"Because it was too late, this was yesterday's case, and it was only sent for classification this morning. We need to confirm whether it is an extraordinary event." Shu Locke described it as he walked.

After going down to the first floor, Shu Locke said in a low voice, "We are on a mission."

"yes"

Upon hearing that there was a mission, several busy people immediately stood up and quickly walked behind the two of them, one of whom was Sufina.

"They are professionals from the police department. You know, our group of people can kill people. We need professionals to deal with these matters." Seeing Camus' slight confusion, Shu Locke spoke in a low voice.

"Okay." Kamius nodded slightly, and a group of people headed towards the police station in the port area.

Nearly half an hour later, Camus and a group of people had arrived at the police station in the port area. The chief of the police station was an old acquaintance of Camus, the police chief with a mustache, but there was another acquaintance, the young policewoman Ms. Yana. Camus didn't see it, but Director Teach also saw Camus and Shu Locke. Then his expression changed. Something big must have happened to these two people. They had only been quiet for a few days. Teach had no choice but to suffer. Face ran over.

"Mr. Camoo, Priest Shu Locke, nice to see you."

"Where's the note?"

Shu Locke nodded lowly and spoke in a calm tone.

"What notes?" Tiqi was obviously stunned, because there were too many things that happened recently, and he couldn't remember what happened at the moment.

"Chief, that happened yesterday. You went out to catch gangsters at that time, so you didn't know." The young police officer next to him spoke in a low voice, reminding Tiqi.

"Take me there." When he heard that someone knew about this thing, Shu Locke immediately turned his eyes and ordered the young police officer.

"Okay," the young police officer nodded quickly and ran into the police station quickly. Camus and others followed him and did not stop until they reached the archives room. Before the young police officer could speak, Shu Locke could not speak. , just one of those books came out. There were some irregular black and red blood stains on this book. The material was very new and there was nothing on the cover. Seeing this, Shu Lock stretched out his arm and took the book. He started flipping through it, and Kamui could vaguely see the text above because he was behind him.

"Wow!" Shu Locke quickly flipped through the books, his expression getting more and more ugly. He closed the book with a dark face and asked gloomily.

"Has anyone else read this book?"

"This was discovered by a homeless man. When we passed by, a group of people had gathered there. Because it was evening, we did not open the books. I studied history in college. There were ancient symbols and extraordinary signs on site. I think this The matter may involve extraordinary events, so I reported it." The young police officer spoke slowly and quickly.

"It's best if you don't look at it. Just forget it after you look at it. Where is the body?" After receiving the reply, Shu Locke said something meaningful and then asked about the body.

"At the scene, I asked people to seal off the basement yesterday. I did not move the body. Because something extraordinary must have happened there." The police officer said with a determined tone, as if he had also seen some extraordinary scenes.

"Very good, you did the right thing. Where is the tramp? Has he seen it?" Shu Locke asked again, asking about the tramp.

"He went to the basement because of the rancid smell. I don't know if he saw it." The young police officer whispered, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

"Find him, bring him to me, and let's go to the scene." Shu Locke waved his arm, turned and left. Camus touched his chin. Although he also saw the note, he found that it was more like A story, a tragic story, why did Shu Locke react so strongly?

A group of people rushed to the scene. It was a very dilapidated wooden hut. The construction of the house was extremely simple, and the area was not large, about 50 square meters. He was surrounded by some similar houses, and there were Some ragged homeless people, sailors, and dock workers were looking at them in fear. Camus glanced around and frowned secretly. It was the house, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

"The body is in the basement." The leading young police officer spoke in a low voice. He pushed open the door and a group of people followed him in. The house was bare with only a few worn-out furniture. There were a few holes in the house and some cold air was blowing in through the broken windows. The layout of the house was one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. The young police officer led a few people to the bedroom, where the old bed had been opened and a dark yellow wooden board bound by chains was lying quietly on the ground. As soon as Camus entered the house, he smelled a strong stench coming from under the board.

"The homeless man found this place because he smelled the stench." The young police officer continued to speak. Behind him was a wooden wardrobe without doors, which contained several men's clothes, mostly coarse linen.

"You go out and wait for me, Camus, follow me." Hearing the stench in the air, Xiu Locke spoke in a low voice. After everyone went out, a light knife appeared in Xiu Locke's hand, split the chain, and pulled open the lid.

"Huh..." A stronger stench came from the gloomy basement. Camus held his breath and turned his eyes to Xiu Locke.

"I hope this is really just suicide." Xiu Locke said with a heavy face, and walked down. Camus followed him.

"Light..." Xiu Locke, who was walking in front, made a low and hoarse voice. A ball of light suddenly appeared in his hand, and the dim basement was immediately illuminated.

"This..." In the middle of the small basement in the dark, there was a corpse lying. Black and yellow pus was flowing out of the eyeballs of this corpse, and there were dense white maggots wriggling in his mouth. His heart was bloody and fleshy. The twisted and crawling white maggots crawled from his heart to his clothes and all over his body. There was a hideous wound on his neck, and there was light yellow pus flowing out of the wound, which was extremely disgusting. The ground was full of sticky blood. When the two people stepped on it, their shoes immediately pulled out blood-red blood. On the wall next to it, an inverted triangle and a red cross were drawn with blood.

"Camus, how long have you said he's been dead?" Xiu Locke, who was standing next to him, glanced around and bent his head, speaking in a low voice.

"At least a week, or even longer." Seeing the festering corpse, Camus spoke subconsciously.

"What about the blood?" Xiu Locke continued.

Camus immediately looked down at his feet. When he saw the blood on the ground and the footprints behind him, he frowned.

"The blood hasn't dried yet, how long have you said he's been dead?" Xiu Locke spoke faintly, his voice like the cold wind of winter made Camus' back cold.

"What's the matter with the corpse?" Camus continued to ask.

"Have you seen what a mutated superhuman looks like after death?" Xiu Locke did not answer Camus, but asked another question.

Camus raised his head slightly. He had only seen two mutations, Nightmare Jack turned into a terrifying monster, and the mutated old cat man not long ago.

There was no problem with Jack's corpse after the mutation, while the old cat man turned into minced meat after the mutation.

"I presume that his death time will not exceed two days. As for why his body decayed so quickly, it is because he was corrupted by the power of corruption." Before Camus could speak, Xiu Locke continued.

"Every person who is corrupted by the power of corruption will have his body decayed very quickly in a short period of time, and his soul will also be completely dissolved." Xiu Locke walked towards the wall while speaking. He frowned at the cross symbol, and the air suddenly became silent.

"Do you recognize this symbol?" After thinking for a long time and not being able to figure out which organization the bloody cross was the symbol of, Xiu Locke could only ask Camus.

"I don't know." Camus also saw two symbols. He knew that the inverted triangle was the symbol of the 'other world', and he didn't know the cross either. He originally thought it was the symbol of the Church of the Sun, but it was denied in the end, and he didn't care about it.

"This is an extraordinary incident. The murderer may be a cultist of the "Dark Crow", a 'Sequence Nine Stage Two Orderly Person', of course there is another possibility." At this point, Xiu Locke spoke softly.

"Second-level seal, 'instigator'."

"How can you be so sure?" Camus was a little surprised that he could figure out who the murderer was based on a rotten corpse and a few symbols.

"Because I have encountered such a similar supernatural event. 75 people died in that event, including a Son of Three Lights at the fifth stage of sequence. The rest of the people, except for the seven tributes, were all supernatural beings." A gloomy look appeared on Shu Locke's face.

"He didn't commit suicide, but was instigated to commit suicide. The "lawful beings" at the second stage of sequence nine like to do this kind of thing because of the characteristics of their profession. They use words to seduce those who are fragile in their hearts and instigate them to commit suicide. This kind of suicide will happen seven times in total." Camus clenched his hands immediately after hearing Shu Locke say that 75 people died, and even a stage three died because of this kind of thing.

"He lost his heart. If someone loses his liver in suicide next time, we will be in big trouble." Shu Locke squatted beside the corpse. He looked at the chest that had lost its heart and spoke in a low voice.

Heart? Camus also looked over. Susie once told him that some evil rituals require internal organs as materials. Could it be that the other party went through so much trouble to make someone commit suicide just to get his heart? Is there something special about this person's heart?

"Let's go, let's go back, I need to check the information." Xiu Locke stood up from the corpse, he put the blood-stained notebook in Camus's hand, and spoke in a deep tone.

"The answer is inside."

Seeing his back, Camus looked back at the room again. When he saw the bloody cross, he touched his chin and followed him.

Seeing the two people coming out, a group of people surrounded them, their eyes were on the two, waiting for their results.

"Go back, we took over this matter, and the body inside was sent to us." Xiu Locke spoke in a low voice, and a group of professionals who followed him were a little discouraged. This was the first extraordinary event they came to, and they didn't expect it to end before they entered the scene, but their professional ethics made them shut up and could only secretly think about what happened underground.

"Mr. Camus, what happened inside?" Sophia specially followed Camus in a carriage after leaving, and she asked anxiously as soon as she got on the car.

"I don't know what happened. The body has been dead for no more than two days and has completely rotted. Mr. Hugh Locke has confirmed that this is an extraordinary event." Camus looked at Sophia's expectant eyes and couldn't bear to refuse. This was his future teacher, so he could only say a few words casually.

"Corrosion of the power of depravity", Sophia spoke immediately after hearing the description, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"Oh... you know?"

"Yes."