Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 187 Aftermath
That night, a little later, in front of Kapin's villa.

A stern-faced policeman stood outside, berating the onlookers and telling them not to get too close. Behind them, the villa's main hall was brightly lit, light streaming into the garden through broken windows and doors.

Inside the destroyed hall, MI9 agents and Storm Church's scapegoats, dressed in formal attire, were meticulously examining various traces, appearing exceptionally busy.

—The extraordinary events in the Joewood district fall under the jurisdiction of the Cathedral of the Storm, and it is only natural for them to investigate. As for why MI9 is ​​here...
What do you mean by "no clues"?

"Cardinal of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Diocese of Backlund, 'Singer of God' Ace Snake asked coldly."

He wore a black soft hat, his silver eyes held an imposing presence, and his slightly aged face was icy cold—this was the powerful old man who had arrived riding the wind.

Opposite him, the squad leader of the Punishers, dressed in a uniform embroidered with storm symbols, immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Alright, alright, let's find out what the reason is first, and my people will help."

Beside him, the handsome man who was the first to arrive at the scene offered words of comfort.

With these words from him, the captain of the Punisher, who was being stared at directly by the "Singer of God," finally mustered the courage to explain:

“The scene has been disrupted, and neither divination nor ritual can provide any clues. However, the atmosphere at the scene clearly carries a sense of depravity and madness, and the person who did this should be a high-sequence extraordinary individual through the Mystic Path.”

"Aurora Conference?"

The "Singer of God" naturally thought of the organization related to this path, and frowned, "Wasn't it them who assassinated Ambassador Intis a while ago?"

"I don't think this is the work of the Aurora Society."

The handsome man stroked his chin thoughtfully, seemingly recalling the two people he had just seen.

"Dengdengdeng!"

A man in a suit ran into the hall, stood in front of him, and snapped to attention, saluting sharply. "Chief!"

"How about it?"

The handsome man, Selt, the head of MI9, looked at him and asked.

“I’ve asked those girls, and according to them, a strangely dressed man suddenly barged in, and then everyone present started exploding into clusters of blood.”

The subordinate reported in this manner.

"It sounds like the Rose Bishop's ability."

The handsome Sergeant nodded, then asked, as if curious, "But why are there so many young girls here?"

"This"

The subordinate's expression turned awkward. After hesitating for a moment, he leaned closer and whispered an explanation.

After hearing the inside story, the expressions on their faces changed slightly.

Would the Aurora Society specifically rescue these girls?

Selt sighed slightly and asked.

"Then what is his identity? And why is Kapin surrounded by extraordinary individuals protecting him?"

The "Singer of Gods" remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"I don't know either; we can only investigate further later."

Selt, the head of MI9, shrugged slightly.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The next day, early in the morning.

Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

“Dad, why do you seem so happy today?” At breakfast, Audrey Hall noticed her father was in a very good mood and asked curiously. Her “mind-reading” instincts and her daughter’s special talent made her realize that her father had a desire to express himself.

"Heh. Do you remember that MP Vadra who used to criticize me? He's disappeared."

Earl Hall, with his beard, put down his newspaper and chuckled softly. He was handsome, though his protruding belly marred his good looks, but his immense wealth made up for it.

"Vice-Vadra? The one who always said that opening a bank was a way for us to compete with the people for their interests? He's disappeared?"

"They say he's missing, but he's actually dead."

Earl Hall laughed and said, "And he died in that Cappin villa, and was even witnessed by someone. Now his reputation will be completely ruined even after death."

"Who's Cappin?"

Audrey was gradually drawn to the event and asked questions out of genuine curiosity.

"A wealthy man who secretly engages in human trafficking. He has good relationships with certain people."

Count Hall chuckled, seemingly having long disapproved of certain things. "Vadra, Capin, and a whole bunch of guys having fun in the villa were all killed at the same time. The imprisoned girls were released and escaped."

"I see. Although it was a bit extreme, it still saved a lot of lives."

Hearing this, Audrey nodded, half in fear and half in agreement. But soon, she noticed something strange. "Wait a minute, Dad, if there are eyewitness accounts, why is the newspaper saying it's a missing person?"

"Because no body was left at the scene."

At this point, Earl Hall's smile faded slightly, and his eyes grew increasingly deep.

No bodies?

Audrey pondered those words carefully, her expression gradually becoming strange.

Many people were killed, but no bodies were left behind?

She originally wanted to ask for more details and the full process, but by "reading" her father's status, she found that he was not yet clear about what had happened, so she suppressed her curiosity and prepared to ask her friend Cons Rearson, who worked for MI9.

Hmm, I could host a tea party and invite people who are interested in this topic, then guide the conversation towards it. That way, I can make myself seem less conspicuous.
Driven by her "mind-reading" instincts, Audrey quickly devised a way to smoothly obtain what she wanted.

So, who could have done this?
Luze is praying.

Holding a ceremonial silver dagger, he created a spiritual wall in the living room and prayed aloud.

"The embodiment of spirit and number,"

"The origin of all knowledge,"

"A reclusive sage in the wilderness!"

He was performing a ritual to establish a connection with that mad god.

Soon, he felt a pair of indifferent eyes appear in the invisible sky, looking down at him.

Almost simultaneously, a massive amount of knowledge rushed into his mind. The vast and complex knowledge seemed tangible, attempting to fill every crevice of his brain, causing him to feel the pain of his head about to burst!
"Wow—"

Lu Ze immediately summoned the tides, and the illusory sound of the tides resisted the Hidden Sage's frenzied indoctrination, which gave Lu Ze the time to proceed with the next steps.

"I pray for your strength,"

"I pray to the great will that transcends the spirit,"

"I pray that you will bestow your power upon me, so that I may be freed from chaos."

He was praying to the Hidden Sage for power to break free from his madness. The remnants of spirit within the bodies he had devoured were having a profound impact on him.

(End of this chapter)