Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 856 Summoning
People seem quite willing to believe that their world is the center of the universe, whether they are scholars, emperors, or even their civilizations.
The creatures at the bottom of the hierarchy may not have to pay any price for this arrogant vision, or their destruction may be insignificant to the universe.

If those who are revered as gods think this way, then the most ruthless aspect of the universe will be perfectly manifested in them.

But in a distant era, in an era when even the ancient gods' memories were hazy, a star with human qualities was born among the indifferent and ruthless stars.

He was willing to wander among the insignificant depths of civilizations, like ants, to examine or appreciate the special yet ordinary souls that existed within them, and even to condescend to contact them and form a one-dimensional exchange.

Of course, most of the time the result is the withering of the soul that was "appreciated".

But He never grew tired.

His thousand faces have appeared in different times, spaces, and dimensions.

Even if we limit our focus to human civilization, we can still find traces of His journey.

For example, the assistant of the scholar who first proposed the concept of radioactive half-life; the close friend of the scholar who initiated the Dartmouth Conference; and the unknown professor who provided Emma with the glycerin absorbent material…

His shadow has been present in almost every moment of dangerous yet alluring technological leap in the long history of human civilization—past, present, and future.

...

He has millions of favored followers, yet He is "concerned" about those fleeting lives at the bottom of society.

He was the soul and messenger of the Outer Gods, yet he betrayed them in the most crucial battle to encircle the Dream Realm.

He has a thousand incarnations and faces; He is the root of chaos and the source of mocking laughter...

...

In most cases, only those intelligent souls capable of causing chaos can attract His attention, and if a soul becomes aware of the Guide's presence, there is a chance that it will become one of the millions of favored ones.

But the beauty of the world is that even things involving gods can go wrong.

...

Take, for example, this guy who's carrying a 38-sided crystal from some unorthodox remedy in his pocket right now.

"Why do you think owls are called owls?"

"Because it's an eagle, but it has this cat's head, right?"

"So, what should a cat with an owl's head be called?"

"An owl's head... um... then it should be called an owl-headed cat."

"But isn't an owl's head just a cat's head?"

"Then it should be called Cat Head Cat!"

"Isn't an owl just a cat?"

"This is really too profound."

...

What would the God of a Thousand Faces think if he knew that the power of one of his incarnations had fallen into the hands of such a person?
No, He couldn't possibly not know.

Perhaps for Him, this bizarre outcome, forged by a twist of fate, is also a way of interpreting chaos.

...

At this moment, the red-skinned girl next to Yan added another sentence, directly elevating the conversation to a whole new level—

"What is an owl?"

……

Compared to the epic dialogue between the two demons, the exchange between the Shadows was much more in-depth.

I'm referring to a deeper understanding in a physical sense.

It has been about two hours and five minutes since the handcuff incident, and the burning thing has not only not been extinguished, but has become even more intense.

From the law enforcement office to the roof of the Garnier Opera House, and now to the Church Bridge.

The gentle fire and the intense will to resist gunfire were always intertwined.

Could this constant, intense exchange really be seen as countless repetitions of "gunfights"? Only, it's about getting infinitely close to that life-or-death threshold, reaching a certain extreme sense of comfort.

It also carries a hint of retaliatory catharsis.

It's probably because once you get past that self-imposed barrier, all so-called principles, restraint, or shame can no longer stop you in the slightest, and may even have the opposite effect at times.

This is probably where the most complex aspect of human nature is revealed.

...

On the now deserted Church Bridge, this violent and bloody revelry continued until dawn broke over the sea.

Unlike most women who would lean on each other's shoulders after exhaustion to enjoy a moment of tranquility, her wet red hair seemed to defy all expectations.

Swah——

Rebecca pulled the short blade stuck in Milo's chest, allowing Milo to sit up and get dressed.

He glanced back at the tiny holes pierced by the strange weapon on the bridge deck and muttered:

"I never thought I'd be the one bleeding so much from something like this. I'm curious if you'd shoot me in the head if you got too excited."

"Are you trying to deny everything now that you've pulled up your pants? I remember you clearly said last night that you liked her." Rebecca calmly put on her shirt, buttoning it up one button at a time. Milo glanced down at his lower body, then looked up at Rebecca, who was already dressed neatly two minutes later, and said:

"You're the one who pulled up your pants first."

"Is this how you chat with your female partner after you get into bed?" Rebecca simply ran her fingers through her hair a few times, immediately reverting to her usual cold demeanor.

“I mean maybe we could try a gentler approach,” Milo said, shrugging.

"Am I not gentle enough?" Rebecca retorted.

“Uh—I don’t deny that you are gentle for a few brief moments, but most of the time you are…” Milo looked down at the clear teeth marks on his body, shoulders and hands.

"What is it?" Rebecca raised her chin slightly, her perfect jawline resembling a knife that could fall at any moment.

“I said your teeth are perfectly healthy.” Milo shrugged, stood up, and looked for his trousers in the fog.

“You too,” Rebecca replied.

As Milo turned to look for his pants, she subtly rubbed his buttocks.

...

The mental and physical strength of high-level superiors is indeed almost inexhaustible. If an ordinary superior were to rampage like this for a night, they would probably lose half their life. There is absolutely no way they could be alive and kicking after pulling the weapon out of their chest.

It wasn't that Rebecca was really that bloodthirsty and violent; it's probably because Milo kissed her in a place he shouldn't have, which is why he was pinned to the ground. Actually, he himself wasn't quite sure.

...

“The pants are here.” Rebecca picked up Milo’s pants.

But after calling out several times, he didn't hear Milo's reply from the mist behind him.

She frowned and turned to look for it.

But they found that Milo was nowhere to be seen.

So he fired a shot directly into the sky. The powerful gust of air instantly dispersed all the fog, making the bridge surface clear, but he still couldn't find Milo. However, he did detect some faint spatial fluctuations on the bridge platform...

...

……

same moment.

Inside the underground morgue of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

“Listen to me, it should be fine once it’s built to this extent,” Rick said, rubbing his hands together.

“I don’t quite understand why summoning rituals must use corpses. I mean, the most traditional ritual in the Southern Territory is the Pleasure Ritual, you know what I mean?” Adamir stared at the haphazardly piled remains of the dead in the morgue, arranged in strange totem shapes, and subtly expressed his confusion.

“Death is the end of life, but it is also the definition and supplement to life. You will understand when the local Day of the Dead arrives.” Rick replied with feigned profundity, “Darkness, too, accompanies death. This is the most crucial element in opening the summoning channel. If we strictly follow the top-level summoning magic in the ancient texts, we will need the largest possible statue, bonfire, drum, sufficient living sacrifices, and a high priest with profound experience and high magical talent to conduct the ceremony in the designated year and month. The entire ceremony may last for more than ten hours, and the entire process requires precise playing, drumming, and chanting of incantations. Any mistake will be considered a desecration of the summoned object, leading to the failure of the ceremony, or even more serious consequences.”

"Um--"

Adamir nodded thoughtfully.

Then he looked around at the empty walls of the morgue. There were no statues, bonfires, or senior high priests.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do."

He turned to leave, but Rick grabbed him and scolded him:

"I'm just giving you some basic extracurricular information. How am I supposed to teach you if you're so timid?"

"Then I should go find some candles and musical instruments?" Adamir was on the verge of tears.

"It's no use. Even if I found it, I wouldn't know how to play it." Rick waved his hand calmly, walked outside the morgue, and turned on the phonograph. The melodious piano music then rippled across the pile of corpses.

He also said to Adamir:
"Listen to me, there's no problem. Just do it this way."

"Ah, this..." Adamir was completely dumbfounded. This couldn't be fooled.

Rick remained calm: "Actually, I was just trying something out. In essence, summoning is a way to try to communicate with superiors. Whether it's drumbeats, sacrificial offerings, or chanted songs, they are all elements needed to please superiors. Once you make them happy, they will appear. But I wanted to try another approach, an idea that suddenly popped into my head while I was studying an ancient poem recently."

"what is that?"

Rick said in a serious tone, "It's about doing the opposite of what we want. We're not going to appease it. We'll try to provoke it. For example, instead of giving it a living sacrifice, we'll give it a stinking dead sacrifice. We'll beat the drums randomly. Except for reciting the incantation correctly, we'll do everything else randomly. Let's see if we can summon the superior through blasphemy and provocation."

"Don't drag me down with you if you're looking for death!" Adamir, having grown up in a world steeped in religious faith, knew the consequences of such reckless behavior would be severe. He immediately decided that if Nanwei City was full of lunatics like this, he might as well return to Zhar.

But as a law enforcement officer of the Industrial Revolution era, Rick obviously didn't have all these messy considerations, otherwise he wouldn't have been reaping the testicles of the superiors on the Blood Moon battlefield.

It is clear that he is researching forbidden magic with a rational scientific mindset.

And that is blasphemy.

...

But Rick wasn't that reckless; he still needed to save his life.

He calmly waved his hand and said to Adamir, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I won't do anything that would lead to my death. It's just an experiment. Even if we really manage to summon the one we've summoned, he definitely won't be angry with us."

At that moment, a familiar voice came from outside the morgue door behind them:

"Is this the reason you summoned me here with my bare bottom exposed?"

(End of this chapter)