Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 28: Glee

"Miss Chloe is a wolf chicken, but her appearance is more similar to a chicken, so I think the identity of a chicken keeper is very suitable for you."

Ivy analyzed it seriously, the golden hair on her head split into three again, she crossed her arms over her chest and nodded continuously, obviously agreeing with her remarks.

But this improvised code name and the sloppy introduction made it seem like he was treating the soldiers as cannon fodder. When Ethan thought about going to the General Administration in the future, the code names of his colleagues would be cooler than each other, and when his colleagues looked at him, his answer would be "I'm a chicken farmer."

My scalp feels numb just thinking about it.

"Can this code name be changed?"

"Yes, you can apply to the General Administration for promotion or transfer. The approval process takes about one week to half a month."

Ivy's explanation finally made Ethan feel better, but at the same time, the familiar feelings came back.

Late at night, the leader suddenly said that we needed to work overtime.

He hadn't expected the shelter to have such a tight schedule. They were eagerly assigned jobs on the day their ID cards were mailed. Fortunately, it sounded like the job location was in a small town and didn't seem to be dangerous.

Ethan packed his tool kit, changed into work clothes, took the "exorcist" and "blocker", and of course the detector. After all, this was the first abnormal case he had ever handled and it was of great significance in his career. He was still full of expectations. This would become a topic of conversation for him to tell his grandchildren when he retired at home and lay on a recliner.

The food was hard bread. According to Ethan's observation, this thing was no different from instant noodles in this era. It was easy to store and had a significant effect in satisfying hunger. Apart from being dry and unpalatable, it had basically no disadvantages.

Marshall's mansion was very close to them. A big banker like him naturally lived in the most prosperous neighborhood of Creekwood Town, just like the wealthy Ivy.

When Ethan walked in munching on some hard bread, a sumptuous candlelight dinner was presented to him.

There was a candle on the dining table in the living room, and a whole roasted turkey on the table. The aroma was so fragrant that he couldn't help but glance at the table. The main dish was cinnamon pie, and it was served with vegetable and fruit salad.

He took a sharp bite of the hard bread.

He resorted to the method of quenching his thirst by imagining the plum, hypnotizing himself that what he was chewing was actually a turkey leg, which was at least almost as hard as a chicken leg bone.

Marshall was not here. He seemed to have no appetite. He only took a bite of cinnamon pie and tore a small piece of meat from the turkey thigh, and then wasted this sumptuous candlelight dinner.

Ethan suddenly thought of something and quickly turned to Miss Chloe who followed them into the house.

The turkey was somewhat similar in size to her, and they belonged to the same family, so the scene on the dining table was probably no different from a horror movie to her.

"Don't look at the table, Miss Chloe..."

Hearing Ethan calling her, Chloe, who was lost in thought while staring at the dining table, came back to her senses. She stiffened her neck, swallowed back the saliva that was about to flow out with a slurp, and then straightened her body awkwardly, trying to maintain her ladylike demeanor.

Miss Chloe wants to eat meat.

"You are the investigators from the shelter, right? The master has been in a very bad condition these past two days."

They were greeted by a worried maid who said anxiously, "The master hasn't eaten well for two days, and he hasn't been to work at the bank. He's been acting very strange."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

Ethan took out a notebook and quickly got to work.

"The master, uh... suddenly became very fond of laughing, and his laugh was scary, so he locked himself in the room and never came out."

"When did it start?"

Ethan left a description of "likes to laugh" under Marshall's name on the first page of the notebook. This matter could alarm the Gear City Shelter Bureau and make them work overtime overnight, so it must not be an abnormality of the degree of "likes to laugh". Marshall is backed by the Lofick Consortium, which handles the banking business of the entire Riverwood Town. If he can't work, it will inevitably have a great impact on the bank.

"It was yesterday morning. The owner went to clean up the house, and it became like this when he came back."

It is suspected that he was affected by a curse when he was checking in, and the blocker should be able to work.

A professional shelter investigator must dare to make judgments!
In fact, there is no need for an in-depth investigation. The fact that the Gear City Branch asked them to take over the case means that this case is most likely related to the cursed object.

Ivy wanted to speak, but when she saw Ethan getting into the mood so quickly, she revealed a barely perceptible smile. This was her ideal assistant - every great detective needs an assistant like this.

After completing the recording and analysis, Ethan asked, "Can you take us to see him?"

He pulled out his detector and left it on.

The pointer was in the blue range, which meant that Marshall did not accidentally bring the cursed object back home.

"please."

The maid quickly led the way for the two people and the chicken, and took them to the bedroom door. The door was closed tightly, and no sound could be heard from inside. She knocked on the door and said, "Master, the investigator from the shelter is here."

"Come in."

Hearing Marshall's voice coming from the room, Ethan was immediately relieved. The banker was still alive, and there was no cold corpse left in the room when they arrived.

Marshall in the bedroom was wearing formal clothes, trying hard to look decent, but it was not difficult to tell from his pale face and disheveled hair that he had not had a good time in the past two days. When several people entered the room, he was sitting at the table with lifeless eyes, holding a parchment book in his hands, but he didn't even realize that he had held the book upside down.

Receiving Marshall's eye signal, the maid bowed to everyone and left the room.

"Mr. Marshall, I'm an investigator for the Asylum Bureau—"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

I'm not fucking done yet!

Ethan's self-introduction was drowned out by a burst of laughter. He felt that Mr. Marshall was really rude. He should at least wait until he said the word "chicken farmer" before laughing.

“I’m sorry, I really am, hahahahaha——!”

There was a very strange scene in the bedroom. Marshall's face was pale, full of guilt and pain, his facial features were twisted together, but he was laughing so hard that he couldn't stop. His body was hunched over, and his hands kept slapping the table.

After laughing for a while, he held the pen with trembling hands and wrote the three words "Help me" on the title page of the book that was held upside down.

"Don't panic, we are professionals."

Although he had more work experience, calm Ethan knew what to do now. It was actually not a big deal. He took out a glass jar filled with black solution from the tool kit. The solution was churning with ominous bubbles.

"This is 'Easy Mind Blocker 2.0'. It can effectively remove the effects of most cursed items."

Ethan unscrewed the bottle cap in front of Marshall, and a strong fishy smell immediately filled the entire room.

Marshall's pupils shrank, and he retreated several meters with the stool. Even though he was still laughing wildly, he used all his strength to say, "I won't drink, even if I die!"

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