Storm of Gods

Chapter 163 Wet
Where should we begin?

“I think we need to start with the technology. Someone with this level of skill shouldn’t be unknown. Even if Heldan is a big country, there must be traces of their abilities. Let’s stretch the timeline back to five years ago, or even further,” Li Xin said. “By the way, are there any special categories of doctors in Heldan?”

Christy nodded in agreement, then paused, surprised by the question, "Special category?"

"Yes, besides doctors, are there any similar professions in the church that involve dissection?" Li Xin had just realized that Dao Yuan Continent was different; it wasn't only doctors who could perform dissections.

Upon hearing this, Christie's pupils contracted, her voice instinctively sharpening, and her tone slowing down. "The profession of doctor was originally an internal one of the Vatican, and it only spread to the general public and appeared in the professional divisions of the Council of the Church. If we're talking about experts, they're definitely still within the Church. They're familiar with human anatomy, and no one knows it better than the doctors of the Church."

Dissection is a common technique for dealing with the fallen and heretics. The knowledge of the departments in the Vatican responsible for judgment and research is far beyond that of ordinary doctors. With the popularization of Hextech and the strong promotion of the Tenrikyo School for practical and beneficial purposes, the profession of doctor has developed among the general population.

Suddenly Christie shook her head again. "It shouldn't be that. If we can think of it, the Undertaker wouldn't be unaware. They will definitely conduct an internal investigation. If the pressure wasn't enough before, now that the King has given a strict order, the Vatican will definitely have to investigate thoroughly."

Li Xin smiled and said, "Perhaps, but I don't know."

The Papacy and the monarchy are two separate systems. If it's an external matter, the Funeral Directors should be serious, but to ask them to investigate the Papacy is ridiculous.

Within the Vatican, those responsible for such research or executions are generally not people the Funeral Directors can touch.

Christie also realized this. "I will offer this idea to the funeral director. What you said is also a possibility. Such methods and fanaticism are indeed more likely to occur within the Vatican, and we can even look for targets among those who have left the church or traitors in recent years."

“That’s one line of thought, but what I’m really curious about is the motive. I looked at the targets and outcomes of perpetrators who came close to the first type of culprit five years ago and recently. They were all Awakened, and sometimes it was the heart, sometimes the liver, sometimes the intestines, and sometimes some other strange human body parts, either single or multiple, with a pattern of repeated harvesting.”

Christie frowned slightly. "What are you trying to say?"

"Could it be a picky Abyssal Fallen?"

Christie was clearly a little uncomfortable. "Probably not. Fallen beings aren't picky eaters. Just look at the consequences of those who have been attacked by fallen beings. Once they come into contact with psionic energy and flesh, they will frantically suck it up. They won't be picky at all. Don't underestimate the power of the Earth Mother Goddess Church. There are definitely some hiding in the shadows in Heldan, but they all have to keep their tails between their legs and cause trouble."

Li Xin nodded. "This is purely an academic discussion. The real culprit is hateful, but those who took advantage of the situation should not be let off the hook either."

Christie nodded in agreement. In fact, those who took advantage of the chaos to commit crimes were even more ruthless. None of those girls were Awakened. Christie's murderous aura was very strong. At this moment, Christie didn't seem like a secretary; she really looked like a funeral director.

“Whether it’s the mastermind or someone who came up later, we have to catch them all. We can’t ignore the medical school of the Order of the Church either,” Christie said.

“These are all clues, but the king doesn’t have much time left,” Li Xin said.

“Five days is just time for the funeral procession. If they can’t solve the case, they’ll find someone else. The murderer must be found!” Christie said.

Li Xin thought about it and agreed, but the culprit was quite formidable.

"I heard you gave up food reporting?" Christie said, looking at the files with a suppressed expression. "I'll stick to writing stories; food reporting has too many requirements," Li Xin replied, only wanting to earn a little money.

“That’s fine too. Let’s focus on one area and see how it goes,” Christie quickly pulled herself out of the case, her charming demeanor returning as she stretched her back. “Sigh, my back is aching from all those meetings.”

Looking at the slightly exaggerated proportions, and recalling the casual touch from a couple of days ago, Li Xin said, "Sister, do you need me to give you a massage? I'm very good at it."

“The little guy actually tried to take advantage of his older sister,” Christie chuckled. “Simons values ​​you a lot. Have you ever thought about developing your career at the Holy Zeal Academy? The George family may only have one old count left, but even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and they still have a lot of influence in Heldan.”

"I haven't thought that far ahead. A few months ago I was still in Tianjing, and now I'm in Heldan. Who knows where the future lies? But I'm a golden bachelor, so home is home wherever I go."

"That's great. He's so young, but he has such a carefree personality. It's a pity."

"What's a pity?"

Christie smiled but didn't answer; that languid air vanished instantly. "Alright, go ahead and do your own thing."

A woman's heart, like autumn clouds, was just racing towards ambiguity, but suddenly cooled down. Li Xin closed the door. The entire editing room looked busy, but actually, a bunch of people were watching every little thing, even scrutinizing Li Xin, as if trying to find evidence that he was wet.

Unfortunately, Li Xin was unfazed by his crooked body; he simply greeted Old Wu and left.

Back at the inn, after changing into the clothes of the Holy Order Academy, hoping to make it in time for the academy's lunch if I acted quickly, I ran into Daenerys Targaryen again as soon as I went downstairs. "Dragon Mom, you weren't waiting for me, were you?"

"Oh dear, what are you saying, Young Master Xin? You look really handsome in this outfit." Daenerys stared intently at Li Xin.

Li Xin shivered, then hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mother Dragon, hasn't David returned yet?"

“This damned guy always takes his time selling himself every time he goes out to sell himself. It doesn’t matter who he sells himself to. I don’t know what you people are thinking. There are shortcuts, but you insist on taking the long way.” Daenerys was trying her best to hint. Carp dragons are not young anymore, and there are quite a few high-quality ones with special skills, but why don’t they dare to face her? She is not a very demanding person, nor does she discriminate against men who live off women.

"Mother Daenerys, David is an entertainer, not a prostitute."

"Hmph, let's see how he lives when he's past his prime!" Daenerys swayed her hips angrily as she walked away, "Malus, Malus, you idiot..."

Throughout the entire Carp Dragon Clan, only Ma Liu seemed to relish the Dragon Mother's beatings and scoldings, almost as if it were a sign of affection. Looking at Ma Liu, who was only a third the size of the Dragon Mother, Li Xin actually had a picture in his mind. Damn it, he quickly shook his head. This was too restrictive.

While waiting for the convertible at the entrance, looking at the restaurant's "Mother of Dragons" sign, I really don't know how Daliven could have painted it with such a guilty conscience. I wonder how many regular customers were tricked into coming in by this painting. Well, after being fooled, the diners inevitably make fun of him, but Mother of Dragons doesn't care, just thinking they're jealous.

Over time, it even achieved a kind of reverse publicity effect. It became a topic of conversation, and when people who had eaten there spread the word, they would always mention the contrast between the owner's personality and the restaurant owner's personality. With a topic of conversation comes attention, so it was a lucky accident.

(End of this chapter)