Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 300 Mr. A is a little different today

"Mr. Levi, what kind of hidden story do you think there might be behind this?"

Cons couldn't help but ask.

At first, he just felt something was strange, but after hearing what the other person said, he also discovered many problems behind the matter. The Ninth Division members who inexplicably appeared at the Capin mansion, the superior who seemed to be concealing key information, and the undercurrents in the office.
Soon, Cons recalled some recent anomalies within Division Nine. He and Reeves belonged to Group Two, which was mainly responsible for security; while Group One, which was directly under the Major's command, was usually quite relaxed, but lately it had been frequently deployed, with many members not in their offices all day.

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.” Levi glanced at him and said calmly, “Remember, curiosity killed the cat. Especially in our profession, we need to understand this. We’re just following orders, doing what we’re supposed to do, and keeping our temper in check.”

“One of my former bosses met a tragic end because he knew too much and refused to play dumb. He was not only sentenced to death, but his family’s honor was also stripped away, and he lost his noble status.”

Reeve looked directly into Constance's eyes, his words calm yet carrying a warning.

MI9 is ​​subordinate to the royal family and often has access to high-level secrets. In such situations, feigning ignorance is the best option.

".OK."

Suppressing his confusion, Constance followed Levi and walked around the place where the "Apostle of Desire" had died.

Because it had just snowed yesterday, and the snow had melted and then frozen again, most of the traces at the scene had disappeared, and only a faint smell of blood could be smelled.

“Alright, the report will say ‘Severely damaged site, no obvious clues’,” Levi muttered, crouching down to examine the remaining red on the road before straightening up. “Exploration complete, we can go back now.”

Is this over?

Cons was dumbfounded.

"Mr. Reeves, this is way too fast!"

He couldn't help but say.

“Yes, you’re right. Going back like this would seem too perfunctory.” Levi thought for a moment and nodded seriously. “Then let’s stay outside a little longer. There’s a bar I frequent nearby. I’ll take you there for a drink.”

After saying that, he changed direction and walked towards the other end of the street.

"This"

Cons was stunned.

His aristocratic reserve made him feel he shouldn't go to a vulgar bar, but at the same time, aristocratic etiquette required him to cooperate with his superior. He hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step forward to catch up with Rivi.

Fortunately, Reeves hadn't gone too far. As Cons turned the corner, he saw Reeves chatting with a group of people. These people were dressed in priestly robes, with patterns of lightning and storms painted on their cuffs.

Substitute punishment!
"So, have you got any leads?"

The person in charge of the team's punishment seemed to be an old acquaintance of Reeves, and asked in a familiar tone.

"No."

Reeve shook his head. "I plan to examine the body this afternoon."

"If you discover anything, please share it with us. We will also keep you informed."

The person who was in charge of the punishment said this, exchanged a few more polite words with Reeves, and then led the team away.

Cons watched the departing figures of the substitutes, a sense of surprise welling up within him.

Are the Storm Church members also investigating the Blood Monk?
That's right. It seems that during the Kapin case, the first person to arrive at the scene was our director, and the second person to arrive was the Cardinal of the Storm Church, His Excellency "Singer of God".
Constance seemed to be deep in thought.

At this moment, he suddenly
A bold idea came to mind:

Could it be that we are just a front to appease the Storm Church, and the members of Group One are the real main force carrying out the investigation?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. That's why the major casually assigned the investigation team, not expecting them to bring any intelligence; all they needed to do was be seen by the Storm Church! As for why the Ninth Division would deceive the Storm Church...
"What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

Levi called out, interrupting his thoughts.

Cons looked up, recalling the other person's earlier reminder, shook his head, and quickly followed.

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.

Inside a house in Queens that is not particularly conspicuous in this area.

"let's start."

Lu Ze sat on the sofa in the living room, looked around, and then spoke calmly.

"As you wish, Mr. A."

The people present bowed respectfully to him and said something.

Using the Faceless Man's ability to disguise himself, Lu Ze, with a near-perfect Mr. A's face, impersonated him to host the party. Several flesh puppets, posing as waiters, wandered around the living room, accepting notes handed to them by the participants.

A waiter stood next to a small blackboard, took a slip of paper from another waiter, and copied the request onto the blackboard.

"Looking to buy one unicorn horn, price negotiable."

"Explore the abandoned castle outside the city and find teammates."

"Exorcism request".

"I want to learn about some of the hidden history of the Quaternary period."

Occasionally, a request would be accepted, and the person would be led by a waiter to a private room for the transaction, at which point the message on the blackboard would be erased by the waiter. At the very top of the blackboard, a line of Rune script was written in large, conspicuous characters:

Looking to buy Russell's Secret Notebook at a reasonable price.

—The signatory is the character "A".

That's right, Luzer, under the guise of Mr. A, openly sought Russell's diary at the party.

Including this one, he has already held three parties, and so far no one has realized that he has impersonated Mr. A. When the purchase notice was first issued, people were also puzzled, and some even speculated about Mr. A's motives. But soon, at the second party, someone brought four pages of notes in exchange for £20 in cash.

Unfortunately, what was written on it was all about Russell's youth, including his interactions with his maid, attending aristocratic gatherings, and his relationships with noble ladies and wives. It can only be said that the atmosphere in Intis was indeed open, and Russell himself was quite adventurous.

Meanwhile, offstage.

Audrey looked at Mr. A above with a strange expression.

There's no way around it; when you find someone who was supposed to be dead suddenly appearing in front of you, it's hard not to lose your composure.

According to what she learned at the Tarot meeting, Mr. A had been killed by Mr. Temperance. However, she learned from others that Mr. A's parties were still going on as usual. She struggled with confusion and surprise for a while before finally deciding to come and see for herself.

As soon as Audrey entered, she saw the words "Request to purchase Russell's Notebook" written on the blackboard.

The "Mr. A" who didn't die suddenly started asking for Russell's Secret Notebook. So the truth is simple: Mr. A has been replaced, and his true identity is now Mr. Temperance, Kafka Anderson!

"Mr. A seems a bit different today."

Hugh, who had come with her, shook his head and said, puzzled.

(End of this chapter)