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Chapter 165 (4/10 Seeking Monthly Tickets) Special Invited Expert! Location Locked

Upon hearing Ivan's words, Leto and his wife both turned even paler.

Ivan had no time for beating around the bush with these two: "Don't feel guilty, we're not here for revenge."

"Those two people yesterday were wearing sharp suits. One of them was a giant ghoul who could breathe out cold air; the other could control more than a dozen bronze corpses."

"The fact that they dared to take action directly at the Bolton City Public Library indicates that they have a powerful background."

"The fact that they can thrive in the city must be related to you."

Leto and his wife fell silent. His newly replaced right hand instinctively fiddled with the hem of his suit jacket, as if his heart was filled with worry and struggle.

Evan continued, "Let me put it this way! This matter has completely blown up. If you don't want to get involved because of them, you'd better cut ties now."

"That way, if they investigate in the future, I can protect you."

Leto looked up, his eyes filled with uncertainty, and asked, "Do you really have this ability?"

Evan opened his elegant wallet and took out his senior detective badge and the arm patch with the shield design.

"Special expert invited by the action team?"

Upon seeing the armband, the couple both showed expressions of shock.

They knew all too well what that armband represented!

They also clearly understood what kind of power this armband represented.

There are only six people in the entire city of Bolton!

Each person can handle a case independently, and those above will not interfere excessively!

Such a level and power is more than enough to ensure a stable life for the whole family!

The couple then carefully examined Ivan at that moment, exchanging a glance for a second.

Finally, Leto spoke up, saying, "I don't know exactly where they are now, but they did contact me before, asking me to help receive and contain some ghouls that had crossed the line."

He walked behind the desk, took a letter from the drawer, and handed it to him.

"This is a letter Martin wrote to me; it has his scent and handwriting on it."

"If you hold a tracking ceremony centered on this letter, you should be able to find some clues."

Leto's voice was incredibly sincere, his eyes filled with nervousness and seriousness.

That's all I know for now, really!

"I swear by the great god of bones!"

Ivan took the letter and handed it to Erlon beside him, then stood up and spoke to Leto.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Leto. I will repay your kindness when I have time in the future."

Leto quickly waved his hand: "You're too kind. Whether it was last time or this time, you've saved our family."

"If it weren't for you, I think if those guys really caused something serious and then got involved—"

"We don't even know why we suffered such a sudden and unexpected disaster."

At this point, Mrs. Leto instinctively grasped Leto's hand.

It's clear that this family of ghouls has become completely human.

They no longer possessed their former ambition and animalistic nature; their minds were now preoccupied with the mundane life of their wives, children, and warm beds.

Having obtained the important information, Evan did not linger; time was of the essence, and he quickly left with Erlon.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Leto let out a long sigh of relief, then gritted his teeth and said...

"Those damn lunatics Martin and his gang! If it weren't for Mr. Arkham, our whole family might have been the scapegoats for him this time."

Mrs. Leto's eyes were now completely black: "I knew that after not contacting me for so long, this sudden visit must mean something was up."

"I never expected these guys to have offended this plague god! And he's even a specially invited expert for the Special Operations Team."

Leto patted his wife's hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, we maintained sufficient goodwill and respect with Mr. Arkham last time."

"Alright! Don't overthink it. Mrs. Peel must be getting impatient, right? Go and reassure her."

After Evan and Erlon left Leto Funeral Services, Erlon went straight into the woods at a bend in the road.

After confirming that no one was around, he took out a silver-white dagger about thirty centimeters long from his pocket.

This dagger is exquisitely crafted.

The blade is made of pure silver, and the handle is made of ivory of unknown age.

The silver-white blade was covered with dense runes, giving it a profound and ancient appearance.

Erlong quickly drew a simple magic circle on the ground with the dagger, and then placed the letter in the center.

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Evan asked with concern, "Erlong, today is Sunday, not Wednesday. Is it alright without the workshop's blessing?"

Erlong remained as composed as ever, taking out several bone fragments and the cracked tortoise shell from his pocket as he spoke.

"This ritual knife is my magic workshop. I have been using this ritual knife to perform magical rituals for over ten years, and it is imbued with my spirituality."

"The magic circle drawn with it comes with the blessing of the magic workshop."

"Arkham, protect me, I'm about to perform a psychic ritual."

Ivan nodded, lowered his hat brim, and activated his Demon Hunter Vision, maximizing his senses.

Erlong placed the tortoise shell over the letter, arranged several bone fragments around it, and dripped two drops of essential oil with the scent of night-blooming jasmine on it.

He then gripped the ceremonial knife tightly with both hands, knelt on the ground, and chanted incantations.

A few seconds later, a strange, eerie wind blew, its texture so similar to that in horror movies.

Evan, who expected to get goosebumps all over and instinctively squeeze his legs together, blinked and found that he didn't have any excessive reaction.

"The Daylight Potion worked? But where are the monsters?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw a rather frightening soul through the Demon Hunter's vision.

This soul had no jaw; its twisted, grotesque tongue swayed back and forth.

She looked like a woman, wearing a veil on her head and a tattered wedding dress.

It has no lower body, and its two arms are unusually thick, with sharp purple claws like blades.

"Demon spirit".

The old hunter's voice rang out again from beside the crackling fire.

"It requires six points of spiritual vision to see, and it is not a naturally occurring demon. It is generally formed by the transformation and aggregation of many souls with great resentment."

"It possesses extremely strong aggression; although it lacks consciousness, it has very powerful intuition."

"Able to move quickly over short or long distances using spiritual remnants."

"It will not dissipate and will continue to grow stronger until it has completed its revenge."

"It's worth noting that demons and banshees are not the same thing."

"Although they look somewhat similar and have similar abilities, banshees are born monsters and belong to the category of legendary creatures."

"Its main attack is not the physical attack of its claws, but rather a direct attack on the mind and soul through its roar."

While Ivan was listening to the old hunter's story, Erlong had already completed his communication with the spirit.

As the demon spirit vanished in a gust of yin wind, Erlong stood up, his face grave.

"The other party seemed to have anticipated that we might track them, and the entire communication and ritual process was greatly disturbed by spiritual interference."

"I can't pinpoint the exact location of that group; the spirit associated with them only gave me a vague word."

"can."

"Canned food—" Evan stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Erlong said, "Based on the size of the other party and the current situation, this canned food should refer to the vicinity of a cannery."

His brow, devoid of eyebrows, furrowed deeply: "But the problem now is that there are more than twenty canneries around Bolton, scattered throughout the city."

"With our limited manpower, we wouldn't be able to finish the search in a day! Besides, a large-scale search would definitely alert them and give them time to prepare."

"Damn it!"

Erlong cursed in annoyance, "These damned, cunning ghouls."

Just then, Ivan spoke up: "I think I know a place."

Erlong's eyes lit up: "Where?"

"Puk Cannery".

The Pucker Cannery, the address his father had given him when he went to see Morales.

Old Morales came into contact with a large number of patients, all of whom had in common that they had eaten canned food produced by that cannery.

Now that the clues pointed to the cannery, Evan immediately thought of it.

After hearing Evan's explanation, Erlong immediately perked up, patted Evan on the shoulder with his large hand, and said excitedly.

"Good lad! Your information-gathering skills are really impressive! I didn't expect you could even get in touch with a middle-class doctor."

"Those people are notoriously proud and difficult to approach."

The two then quickly headed to the tram station, each heading towards their different destinations.

Ivan said to Erlong, "Now it seems they must have received funding from capitalists to be able to act so blatantly."

"If we witchers with no connections rashly go to investigate, we'll likely get killed by capitalists."

"I'll go to the police station first. You go to David's workshop to report this matter and then make the necessary preparations."

Erlong nodded solemnly: "Okay!"

Knowing that Ivan was a specially invited expert, he took a deep breath and gave Ivan a big hug.

"Good lad! We owe you a lot this time."

at the same time.

With his spirituality fully stabilized and now officially an expert, Hill returned to the Bolton City Public Library in simple disguise while David made his preparations.

This area is now completely closed, and a large crowd is pointing and talking around it.

"This is insane! Why would these thugs attack the library?"

"A bunch of damn lunatics! They should all die."

"These guys are unforgivable for destroying such a sacred place."

Hill did not approach rashly.

She had already taken the shark potion, and several black veins appeared on her neck and jaw area. The black blood from the Witcher was slowing down the toxicity of the shark potion.

Her pink, moist tongue kept licking in the air, and her golden vertical pupils kept scanning.

Unfortunately, due to the long time interval and the subsequent arrival of library staff and police, the smells and odors at the scene had completely mixed together.

With her current abilities, she is no longer able to extract any useful information from it.

"hateful!"

Hill cursed, and after several unsuccessful attempts, boarded the tram and quickly returned to David's workshop.

City police station.

Now that he had been appointed as a special expert, Ivan entered the Special Operations Team's office without any trouble.

It was clear that the special operations team had been very busy lately. After entering the office area, Ivan saw that everyone inside had already gone out to carry out missions.

Master-level Night Owl Vic seemed to have sensed Ivan's arrival in advance; he opened the door and waved to Ivan.

The two arrived at Vic's office, and Evan got straight to the point.

"A group of ghouls kidnapped my senior brother. They belong to the Bone Restoration Faction and must have powerful backers. Moreover, they have completely crossed the line that should be followed."

Upon hearing that the two ghouls had vandalized the Bolton Public Library and kidnapped Richard, a cold glint flashed in Vic's silver eyes.

"They certainly have powerful backers. That Sap is now willing to do anything for immortality."

"Alcott was originally one of his methods for achieving immortality. Now that Alcott is out of the question, he naturally wants to try other methods."

Evan stated quite directly, "We have now located their hideout and are preparing to storm over there."

"Since I am a specially invited expert, I have independent investigative and handling rights for this case, right?"

Vic nodded: "Of course."

Evan continued, "Besides, since I'm doing this for you, if anything serious goes wrong, you'll cover for me, right?"

"Just like when we dealt with the Alcott father and son, the main credit for this time still goes to you, and you also avoided direct conflict with the Sap Group."

"My request is simple: once we successfully rescue Richard and bring you enough witnesses and testimonies, you need to guarantee the safety of all of us."

After a moment's thought, Vic nodded: "No problem! We've now investigated and found the core source of this plague, which is very likely a group of ghouls."

"If you can find the source of the evil, it will be a great achievement for the entire special operations team."

"I can assure you that once you succeed, no one will dare to mess with you about this matter again! Not only that, you will also receive direct official commendation."

He paused for a moment, then said seriously, "However, I also need to remind you that the Holy Sword Execution Team from the Healing Church has already made its move."

"Their goal is to wipe out the entire faction of ghouls."

"The plan is quite clear: under the guise of eliminating monsters, we intend to seize all the supplies and research data from these ghouls."

A cold smile appeared on his lips: "At the same time, we also need to destroy some special evidence."

"For example, how exactly did these ghouls obtain such a large number of bronzed corpses?"

After a moment's thought, Evan stood up: "Thank you for reminding me. I will keep that in mind."

Vic then stood up and said, "You can proceed with your mission with peace of mind. As long as you successfully bring the person out, our people will meet you as quickly as possible."

"Once our people are reunited, neither the people of Sap nor the people of the Healing Church will dare to touch you."

""

Evan nodded, then gave the address: "Puk Cannery, that's our target for this operation."

"The operation is expected to begin in an hour and a half. I hope your people will not be late."