The lieutenant colonel's mission
At midnight, the streets were deserted.
Lorry's figure was quickly outlined in the shadow of a house.
He walked around to the front, glanced at the house number, and then took a step forward, quietly appearing in front of Ms. Beyoncé's residence under the cover of night.
It was pitch black inside.
Lorry sighed, about to take action, when suddenly a sigh echoed deep within his mind, followed by a somewhat melancholic, aged voice:
"Kid, what are you planning to do?"
"Using Hypnosis to alter her memories, making her completely forget Vera Kid, and allowing her to continue the rest of her life as if nothing happened?"
Lorry remained silent and did not respond, but nodded slightly.
"The Curse of Knowledge" paused briefly, then asked softly in a cautionary tone, "Don't you think this is too cruel to her?"
Lorry, clearly having already given it considerable thought, replied without hesitation:
"If it's simply a matter of money, I'll do anything to satisfy it."
"They had known each other for less than two months and almost got married. It's easy to imagine how heartbroken Ms. Beyoncé is right now."
"Isn't it cruel to let her live the rest of her life in Affliction?"
He paused briefly and asked in return:
"Old Gentleman, you should know more about the Lieutenant Colonel than I do."
What do you think he wants me to do?
After a moment of silence, "the Curse of Knowledge" sighed again, its voice much older and weaker than before:
"But doing this is so unfair to the living."
"She has the right to reminisce about her beloved—kid, if it were you, I mean if something were to happen to you on your journey ahead..."
Lorry interrupted without hesitation:
I'll be fine.
"If that day ever comes, I hope she forgets I exist."
The aged voice chuckled, "Who is she?"
"..." Lorry pretended not to hear, took a few steps back, jogged to help him easily jump to the second floor, and entered the house from the Terrace.
At that moment, another soft sigh echoed in his heart:
"You're really like Vera, especially in your arrogance. You're so domineering and don't consider other people's feelings at all..."
Lorry expressionlessly reached out and wiped away the voice in his mind.
He stared into the dark air, standing silently in front of the Bedroom door, a hint of hesitation creeping onto his face from the conversation he had just heard.
A dozen minutes later.
Lorry took a deep breath and placed his hand on the doorknob.
Perhaps due to the humid climate and the lack of recent repairs, the door creaked open with a piercing sound.
Luck, the person in the bed did not wake up.
He quietly took a few steps forward, preparing to use "Hypnosis" to guide her to forget her memories of the Lieutenant Colonel, when he suddenly heard her mumbling in her sleep.
"Idiot... you just want to play the hero..."
"Police Officer..."
"This must be fake, you're getting revenge on me, right...? I swear to my Goddess I'll never play pranks on you again..."
"You promised to get engaged to me on New Year's Day... you liar..."
Lorry just touched the White Bone Ring, then put his hand down again.
The room was dimly lit, but the "Marauder's " eyesight allowed him to clearly see the tear stains at the corners of the other person's eyes and the water stains on the pillow.
Hesitation returned to his face, and he stood silently.
As time flew by, the night deepened, Crimson Moon hid behind the clouds, casting darkness upon the entirety of Backlund.
At this moment, Lorry finally made up his mind.
He gently stroked the White Bone Ring, using the "Soothing" technique twice.
"The right to reminisce about a loved one?" Lorry murmured to himself, taking out a "Calm Mask" from his pocket and putting it on.
A few seconds later, a summoning circle shrouded in black smoke appeared.
A White Shadow flashed by in an instant.
The spell he used this time was called "Summon Wraith," which, depending on the amount of Spirituality consumed, could summon Wraith with strength equivalent to Sequence 7.
Of course, the one that Lorry summoned was very weak.
Even if the summoner doesn't control it, it can't harm ordinary people; at most, it can only scare them—that's precisely its purpose.
Friday morning.
Beyoncé opened her eyes groggily.
The moment she regained consciousness, her heart clenched painfully.
Suppressing her grief, Beyoncé got out of bed, her hair disheveled, wrapped in her pajamas, and moved like a zombie toward the Washroom.
Today is a workday.
It's very difficult for a new supporting actress of her caliber to get a temporary leave of absence.
Wash your face and brush your teeth.
Beyoncé bent down slightly, filled her hands with water, and splashed it on her face, rinsing off the sticky lather of the rose-scented soap.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of white out of the corner of her eye. Thinking it was some lingering foam from her eyes, she quickly grabbed some more water to wipe it away.
But the white color still exists.
Beyoncé paused, then slowly straightened up.
She saw a disheveled, white, ghostly figure in the mirror, staring at her with scarlet eyes, its gaze venomous and its expression Distortion.
In a flash, the ghost stories she had heard in her childhood came to mind, and Beyoncé's teeth began to chatter. She let out a scream with all her might.
"Ah!!!"
She stumbled open the Washroom door and ran towards the nearest Police Station.
A moment later.
Beyoncé finished recounting the events, her voice trembling. The two female Police exchanged a glance, and the older Police spoke first:
"Madam, don't worry."
Based on your description, I think it's more likely that it's a hallucination caused by nervousness. Of course, I know you won't be satisfied with this answer.
"Okay, don't go home yet. We'll have someone from the church come and check. May I ask God you believe in?"
"Evernight Goddess," Beyoncé said without hesitation, her voice trembling.
The older Police stood up and instructed his colleague, "You stay here with this lady, I'll go and notify the church."
One hour later.
Wearing a black trench coat and Red Gloves, Leonard covered his mouth and yawned as he lazily walked out of the door of the house at 81 New Year Road.
He muttered to himself, annoyed:
What's going on...?
"Do they really need to deploy Red Gloves for ghosts that aren't even Sequence 9? And what's with all this talk about Nighthawks participating in the massive search..."
With that thought in mind, Leonard nodded slightly to the Police waiting outside the door. "No problem, you can notify the homeowner to come home at any time."
Having said that, he bid farewell to his nominal colleague and prepared to return to the Church.
However, while waiting for Hired Carriage by the roadside, Leonard noticed a handsome man sitting on Public Bench across the street.
The other person took off his top hat, smiled, and nodded slightly at him.
He looked like a greasy, pale-faced pretty boy... The thought flashed through Leonard's mind, and he subconsciously straightened his back and flicked his hair.
At that moment, a hoarse, mocking laugh echoed in his mind:
"Idiot."
After laughing, the aged voice sighed again, "What a pity."
"What's a pity?" Leonard retorted.
The aged voice, its tone slightly grave, said, "He's too dirty."