My magic panel is too numerical.

"We're doomed, Pharos! We're in deep trouble!" Miss Raven frantically flew around.

Miss Serena remained silent, quietly observing Pharos.

After swallowing the bread in a few bites, Pharos felt a little irritated.

He just wanted to make enough money, then relax and finish college, relying on his magic touch to impress others. Heaven knows how he ended up with such a huge mess.

Having already gained the Moretti family's friendship, the funding problem should have been solved soon, so why did the situation suddenly take a turn for the worse?

He was unwilling to accept that everything that had been steadily improving had suddenly vanished.

Pharos stood up, looking at the white vengeful spirits lingering on the second floor, and felt that he had to do something.

He made up his mind and slowly reached out his hand toward Miss Crow, preparing to activate "Soul Devouring".

Using psychological manipulation, they directly searched for the murderer within Detective Simon's memories.

Just then, Serena interrupted, "I must remind you, Mr. Pharos."

"What?" Pharos turned around, his gaze meeting the girl's again.

Serena's calm expression finally changed, a strange slight upturn appeared at the corner of her mouth, and a hint of cunning appeared on her face.

Her skin was as white as paper, her features were exquisitely sculpted, but her eyes lacked the liveliness expected of someone her age, and her dark green irises were as deep as the starry sky.

In Pharos's memory, Miss Serena was mostly expressionless.

It wasn't until recently that Pharos realized that Miss Serena wasn't expressionless, but rather had been deliberately trained.

What does her current expression mean?

"Why do you think Detective Simon died?" Serena asked indirectly, avoiding a direct answer.

Pharos raised an eyebrow.

Is that even a question? People die when they are killed.

Serena asked meaningfully, "Do you think Detective Simon doesn't want to get too involved with mafia families?"

Pharos remained silent, his mind racing.

There is an unwritten rule in Dawn Town.

Whoever helps a gang is considered to have chosen sides, and while enjoying the Moretti family's generous rewards and resources, it means breaking with the opposing forces.

Why was Simon killed?

Because he and his assistant helped the Moretti family, ruining the plans of certain people, and the matter had already been made public in the newspapers.

Serena said meaningfully, "Guess who the killer's next target will be?"

Pharos understood.

The implications of these three questions are quite clear.

The killer is a madman who would skin people alive; he would never let go of someone who ruined his plans.

"So, I'm the next target?" Pharos asked with a serious expression.

"Who knows?" Serena shrugged and turned to leave.

He's obviously a seasoned riddle maker.

"This woman can't keep up the act anymore! Pharos, look at her, her true colors have been revealed. She actually wants to get you on the Moretti family's side!"

Miss Raven got angry and directly exposed Miss Serena's intentions.

Pharos inwardly agreed with this, and in fact, Luca had intended to win Pharos over when they turned back yesterday.

Serena, who will take over the family business in the future, needs a capable subordinate.

Sigh, you really can't judge a rich girl by her appearance; she might be a black sheep in disguise.

Now that things had come to this, Pharos calmed down.

The crisis is inevitable; it's better to think about how to save ourselves. Turning yourself into a madman is not a good choice.

Even if you want to "devour a soul", it will have to wait 48 hours.

He began to think about another question: what was the attitude of Christina, the "proxy," towards this matter?

If the other party can intervene to suppress this matter, that would be best.

If the other party holds a grudge, then seeking the church's protection will definitely result in them being retaliated against.

In that case, Pharos would have no choice but to completely side with the Moretti family and become a lackey under Miss Serena.

Actually, it's not bad.

As my thoughts drifted, a white-robed priest suddenly approached.

"Mr. Pharos Hastings, is that right? Please come with us."

"Wasn't the statement already taken?" Pharos asked, puzzled.

"It's Miss Christina, the 'Agent,' who has come to request your presence."

Pharos's heart sank.

…………

Dawn Church, the center of Dawn Town.

The setting sun shone through the stained-glass windows, casting a dreamlike glow inside.

When things are beyond one's control, tension is naturally unavoidable.

Pharos and Detective Simon get along well; hopefully, he'll do the same with his family.

Strangely, this meeting was not arranged directly in the chapel, but in a dark and soundproof confessional.

Miss Crow didn't like churches and didn't come in.

The two were separated by a wooden board with a small hole in the middle, allowing believers to confide their troubles or confess to the nuns, which can be considered a precursor to psychological counseling.

Pharos sat on the wooden chair, listening to the summons from the other side of the wooden board.

Across from them, a woman arrived late, her voice gentle and pleasant:

"Mr. Pharos Hastings?"

Her tone was calm, showing no signs of having just lost a family member, nor any arrogance of someone in a higher position towards someone in a lower position; she sounded like a gentle older sister.

"Yes, madam." Pharos breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Simon recently mentioned you in a letter. He said he has found a promising talent and would be happy to give you a special admission spot if he were still a lecturer at the magic academy."

The woman seemed to be recalling memories, her voice murmuring.

"Detective Simon is a highly skilled and respectable detective. He taught me a lot," Pharos said in a low voice.

"Please accept my condolences," the woman said calmly.

Pharos was taken aback and was speechless for a moment.

This isn't right, why is she comforting me?

He felt a little guilty.

The woman steered the conversation back on track: "What do you think Detective Simon died from?"

"Died in a revenge killing?" Farrow repeated the officer's deduction.

“I know Simon,” the woman said. “He may be a little short of money, but he’s sensible and discreet, and he won’t offend any faction.”

Pharos's face turned ugly.

Are you here?

Although the woman's tone remained unchanged, Pharos could hear the subtle accusation in her voice.

Should we be completely honest with this woman?

After careful consideration, Pharos felt that he could not treat the church's "agents" as fools and should tell the truth.

"It was my insistence on establishing ties with the Moretti family," Faros clenched his fists, forcing a smile. "It was my mistake... that led to all of this..."

The air was quiet for a moment.

The atmosphere became tense, and Pharos could even clearly feel his own heartbeat.

Finally, the woman opposite broke the silence, unusually refraining from questioning, and instead continued to analyze the problem:

"You think it was a gangland feud? I don't believe Simon would die such a pathetic death, killed in his own home by a bunch of scoundrels, without even being able to fight back."

It seems that in women's eyes, the Mafia is just a bunch of lowlifes.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to pursue the matter, Pharos was taken aback.

"Don't you think I'm the one who killed Detective Simon?" he asked, puzzled.

"We, as agents, pursue the truth and must have a clear conscience before God and the world. I am saddened by Simon's death, but since you did not act on your own will, I am not going to hold a grudge against an ordinary citizen."

Pharos breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his wooden chair, and let out a long sigh.

I have to admit, this woman is reasonable, and her analysis makes sense; she's a high-quality woman.

Detective Simon's death was indeed very mysterious.

There's no reason for him to surrender easily; he's a former lecturer in the "Spirit" department at a magic university, a genuine magician.

Pharos agreed with this, and he was considering whether to tell the "agent" about the white giant.

"This is truly baffling, and to be honest, I was thinking about it until just now," Pharos said.

"The answer is simple: someone impersonated someone Detective Simon's acquaintance and then attacked him."

"Why pretend to be someone he knows, instead of actually being someone he knows?"

"Intuition: When the 'spirit' is strong enough, intuition becomes the truth."

After hearing this, Pharos seemed to be deep in thought. Considering what happened yesterday, the "spirit" could indeed bring people powerful intuition.

"So, what is your purpose in seeing me?" Since it wasn't about holding her accountable, Pharos became even more curious about the woman's motives.

"I suspect the killer committed the crime more than once, so I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to be the bait."