Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 223 The Missing Doctor

Hillston District, Cragg Club.

It's around four in the afternoon, a perfect time for tea. In the spacious and bright restaurant on the first floor, round tables are arranged in a row, separated by screens, providing guests with a relatively private space.

Waiters moved through the restaurant, the rich aroma of black tea filled the air, and the clinking of cups and saucers, along with the guests' quiet conversation, created a refined and delightful afternoon tea scene.

"Can you tell me how your colleague went missing?"

Klein, holding a warm teacup, asked the renowned surgeon across from him, Alan Chris.

“My colleague’s name is Ryan Thomas. Last night, he had an emergency surgery that was added at the last minute. Because of this surgery, he left work a few hours later than usual, and when he left, only the on-duty staff were left at the hospital.”

Allen, tall and thin, wore gold-rimmed glasses. Although usually somewhat aloof, he seemed uneasy at this moment. "At first, we thought Thomas was just too tired last night, which caused him to be a few hours late. But we didn't see him until noon, and even his family came to the hospital looking for him, saying he hadn't returned last night. That's when we started to worry."

"Did you call the police?"

"Klein asked."

"I called the police, but the officers at the West Velas field, please forgive my bluntness, but they didn't seem professional or concerned about Thomas's safety."

Allen replied, his brow furrowing slightly, as if recalling something unpleasant.

Rune's police
Klein couldn't help but smile slightly, then quickly lowered his head and took a sip of tea to cover it up. "What did they say?"

"The officers thought Thomas had only stayed out one night and it wasn't anything to make a fuss about. Maybe he was out partying at a bar all night and was still hungover; or maybe he went off to 'build rapport' with some lady—that's ridiculous! Thomas is the most dedicated and restrained doctor I've ever met; he wouldn't abandon his patients to go off and cause trouble!"

Dr. Allen rarely showed such excitement.

"Alright, Allen."

Mike, the reporter standing nearby, laughed and said, "Don't be angry, listen to how our great detective reasoned."

Unfortunately, I'm not good at reasoning. How about I try divination to find someone?
Klein muttered to himself.

"Have you searched the area from his home to the hospital?"

"We've looked, but no one's here."

Has he done anything unusual recently?

"No, it's the same as usual."

"What about his financial situation? Has he borrowed money from anyone, or suddenly acquired a large sum of money from an unknown source?"

"None of these situations exist."

Allen replied.

It sounds perfectly normal.
Klein thought to himself as he casually pulled a coin from his pocket with his right hand. He flicked the coin up, then let it fall freely into his hand, muttering to himself, "Thomas is safe now."

"Snapped."

The coin fell, but he felt no spiritual connection, perhaps because there was too little information available. If he wanted to investigate thoroughly, he would need to go to the hospital or the other person's home, which might take some time.

The problem is, Klein just doesn't have much time.

Recently, [The Sun] has been using his [All-Black Eye] to induce the corrupted survey team members to reveal their true forms, requiring him to respond promptly and receive that item.

Not only that, he also asked Miss Justice to investigate the bookmarks in the Roselle exhibit. There might be a "Blasphemy Card" hidden inside. Furthermore, he's attending the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering tonight.
Klein thought about it for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

"I'm sorry, Allen. I've been busy with other cases lately and really can't find the time."

He said sincerely.

"I see, Sherlock. You don't need to apologize; it was my presumption." Allen looked slightly disappointed upon hearing this. "I should have known. A famous detective like you must have a lot of cases to handle." *You're overthinking it. I just happened to run into a bunch of things.*

Klein thought to himself, then said to Allen, "Well, if the police really can't help you, I'll introduce you to other reliable detectives."

Essinger Stanton, Stuart. I have some connections in this circle.

"Okay, thank you very much."

Allen breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

So Klein gave Isinger Stanton his contact information. After that, they chatted for a while, and then Klein made an excuse to leave.

A message came from the Sun that corrupt cultists had come knocking, and conflict could break out at any moment.

Silver City.

What is that on you?!

A somber, insane voice echoed in Derrick's room. He was horrified to see his former friend Dark becoming increasingly inhuman and showing great interest in the objects in his possession that possessed the aura of a true creator.

"give it to me!"

Countless bloody strips of flesh sprouted from Dak's body, making him look like a fleshy hedgehog. He had completely lost his humanity, and only felt an immense greed for that black eye.

"boom!"

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."

Derrick swung his axe down, and lightning struck Dark's twisted body, halting its movement. He took the opportunity to whisper the name of Mr. Fool and then added other incantations.

"Please accept his offering."

call!
An invisible wind swept through the room, and the door to the sacrifice opened.

He has successfully revealed Dark's true state of depravity. Now, before he is stopped, he must return the [All-Black Eye] to Mr. Fool as soon as possible!
"stop!"

In a hidden corner, before the observer could stop him, Derrick had already successfully sacrificed the item.

"Swipe!"

The dark shadows transformed into liquid, enveloping Dark and Derrick, who had become fleshy hedgehogs. The observer, seeing the sacrifice successfully completed, appeared somewhat angry.

He quickly subdued the two men and then led them rapidly towards the area where the Silver City Chief was located, to inform him of what had just happened!

He moved swiftly through the dark streets, with occasional claps of thunder illuminating the street above. However, unbeknownst to this observer, within his shadow, Dark, now a monster, was still at work.

In the shadows, Dark's flesh was grotesquely deformed, except for its head, which remained intact. It opened its mouth and chanted softly.

"The Creator of Everything".

That is the name of the true Creator!

"Lord, please accept the sacrifice of your humble servant."

As Dak said this, blood began to flow from his nose and ears at the same time, followed by a grayish-white liquid.

At the same time, an unseen force began to emerge, transmitting its memories—all the scenes it had just witnessed and the prayers it had heard—to an unknown entity.

　Dear readers, my editor, Sister Jiang Cha from Group 10 [Douyin ID: Qidian Editor Jiang Cha], will be making her first live manuscript review appearance tonight at 9:30 PM on Douyin, together with Qidian editors Apei and Luming. Those interested can check it out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)