Another Case

Lynch didn't argue with Officer Kloster; he obediently put on a mask, knowing full well that the smell of a corpse left out for too long was unbearable.

Bersha hesitated a bit, feeling that wearing a large mask would make her look less like a Seer.

But once she got close to the body, she immediately put aside her discomfort, put the mask firmly on her face, and even wanted to ask Officer Kloster for another mask.

She thought two masks would be safer.

Lynch also wanted to wear two masks, but he felt it wasn't appropriate for an inspector to act so strangely, so he could only bravely approach the body.

This is a brown-haired man wearing a tan vest and a white shirt.

The man's body was highly decomposed; half of his lip had been gnawed off by rats, and the remaining half was teetering on the edge. The area around the body was filled with sewage and pus, and there was a horrible stench that could be smelled even through a mask.

"I know your rules. The body hasn't been moved much. We believe there's something suspicious about this gentleman's cause of death. Someone saw him in front of other people yesterday, and now he's clearly been dead for some time."

Bersha nodded.

She gestured to Lynch to let Officer Kloster leave first, then quickly arranged the materials around her. She then gagged slightly and tried Spirit Channeling.

She then shook her head and said, "The Spirit Channeling failed. Someone disposed of the body. I want to perform Dream Divination. Help me Dream Infiltration as soon as possible. Oh, and you have to catch me. If I fall to the ground, I'll definitely kill you!"

Bersha was clearly worried that she would collapse on top of the corpse, and she seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.

"Can't you try a different method of divination? I personally think Ritual divination is also quite good."

Lynch offered her suggestions.

Bersha immediately stated that Lynch didn't understand Seer.

"This person has been dead for too long, so Ritual divination won't yield much information. Dream Divination, on the other hand, can provide more information. I'll use Ritual Magic after obtaining information from the dream divination, which will make the result more realistic."

"Okay, I'm not a professional Seer."

Lynch muttered.

He usually just flips a coin or uses Walking Stick to determine the location; he rarely uses other methods. He can't compare to a professional like Bersha.

He saw Bersha find a slightly cleaner spot to stand, and then he quietly began to recite the poem.

A tranquil atmosphere spread, Bersha yawned, and then she drifted off to sleep.

Lynch quickly caught her falling body, preventing her from falling directly onto the corpse.

About half a minute later, Bersha opened her eyes.

She thanked Lynch, and without further ado, immediately used her silver dagger to create a barrier, where she chanted the Honorific Name the Goddess.

Lynch immediately felt the Goddess's power entangled around him and Bersha. However, unlike before when he had no feeling for this power, now he felt that the Stone of Myriad Phenomena could secretly absorb a little bit of it.

He didn't dare let the Stone of Myriad Phenomena make a move, fearing that the Evernight Goddess would discover the problem.

He's currently only a Sequence 7, and he's terrified that the Evernight Goddess will discover his problem and physically eliminate him.

Mr. Azik hadn't been by his side for a while, and he didn't know where he'd gone, making him feel extremely unsafe.

"Here, this is the face that appeared in my dream. I can only see that this person touched the deceased; there are no other clues."

Bersha handed Lynch a piece of parchment.

This was a man with dark skin and deep-set eyes; he looked somewhat like he came from the high plateau region.

Lynch glanced at it and immediately handed the result to Kloster.

"This person did it, do you know him?"

"Meursault, a high-ranking member of the Zimang Party, he's been on the wanted list. If he did it, then there's no problem. This guy has caused us a lot of trouble."

Kloster shook his head helplessly.

"It seems we've reached an agreement. If you find Meursault's location, please let us know as soon as possible. We'll be waiting."

Lynch took off his hat and bowed.

Compared to the restrained Klein in the original novel, he didn't care about Meursault at all.

As long as the officers know Meursault's location and report it to the Nighthawks squad, it's not a problem at all. The Nighthawks isn't afraid of the so-called ambassador, and the ambassador can't openly oppose the Nighthawks.

As for Meursault himself, he was just a Hunter.

Squads of Nighthawks were stationed throughout the districts of Backlund, and the ambassador dared not do anything to them.

Lynch walked outside nonchalantly, then suddenly stopped.

Wait, he saved Klein from this, so where did the All-Black Eye come from?

Can't Mr. World appear at Tarot Club?

He slapped his forehead, suspecting that he had been influenced by the Sleepless's Pathway at the time, only thinking about helping Klein save 10,000 pounds, completely forgetting that Klein would later obtain the All-Black Eye.

I really hope Mr. Fool can forgive him.

What?

Mr. Fool had no idea, so there was nothing wrong with that.

Lynch continued walking, feeling slightly guilty. Then, after a short while, he went back to find Bersha and explained that he had gone out to check for any dangers and that he certainly hadn't forgotten about the young lady.

"You really made me furious! I'll definitely find a way to get reimbursed when I get back. You have to talk to the team leader about it!"

Bersha said loudly on her way back.

Lynch looked up at the sky, hesitant to agree.

Dunn had always believed that he was corrupted by Old Neil, but now, with Miss Bersha as an example, Dunn might realize that he, Lynch Trans, was already corrupt from the root, and could even corrupt others, so there was no possibility that he was corrupted by others.

"You're back. Come on, let's go again. There's a strange death on Qiaoshi West Street. The deceased was a Lawyer, and the time of death was last night."

The police discovered that his cause of death was suffocation; he suffocated himself. Since it was within our jurisdiction and the deceased was a believer in Goddess, the case was handed over to us.

Dunn handed the document to Lynch, telling him and Bersha to quickly read it through in the carriage.

"This is too rushed. We've only just finished one mission. You used to always let me go back and rest."

Lynch sighed helplessly.

He felt incredibly busy since arriving in Backlund.

"There's nothing we can do. We only have this many personnel. After all, we're not the Backlund Nighthawks Headquarters. The number of people assigned to our jurisdiction is roughly this many. But it's definitely busy when things get busy. I tried submitting a report, but they never set up Nighthawks team here before. I heard they never had any cases."

"It's not Ince Zangwill," Dunn said softly. Lynch stopped abruptly, his guard up as he asked, "It's not Inszangwill, is it?"