Silver City, in a cramped room.
"Sun"
The completely unfamiliar names of deities, the seemingly plausible but distorted ancient myths, all revealed to him a new world completely different from the area where the
"Is that a land not abandoned by the gods? Or rather, a land blessed by the new gods?" Derrick sat in the darkness without moving. From time to time, lightning flashed outside the window, bringing intense light.
He slowly focused his thoughts on the authorities controlled by the Seven Gods, comparing them with ancient deities like "Dragon of Imagination"
"Regarding myths and legends, I didn't listen carefully enough in class and missed many parts..."
"Huh, since I have no patrol missions this period, I'll go to the Spire Library to browse some materials."
Derrick suddenly stood up, acting on his impulse.
His problem was also the problem of the vast majority of residents of the City of Silver. In their general education, they focused on practical courses like "Demonology," "Monster Taxonomy," "Charm Studies," and "Basics of the Supernatural," and knowledge that could be used to deal with monsters deep in the darkness and increase the yield of edible plants. When listening to auxiliary subjects like "Mythology," they were often not attentive enough.
If it weren't for the fact that the city's history could unite the residents, enhance their sense of honor and mission, and the "Council of Six" was very strict in this regard, Derrick believed he could at most remember events from the last twenty to thirty years.
Carrying his "Hurricane Axe," Derrick walked out of his home. Following the clean, simple, yet ancient and mottled stone path, he went straight to the Twin Towers north of the city.
One of the Twin Towers was a spire, which housed the City of Silver's library, merit exchange point, and material distribution center. The other had a dome, belonging to the "Council of Six," the rumored mystical items that had supported the City of Silver for over two thousand years, and the warehouse for formulas and ingredients.
Entering the Spire, Derrick went straight to the third floor and, based on his memory, found the bookshelf with mythological information and corresponding ancient texts.
He had just spotted a classic on creation myths and was about to pull it out when he noticed a hand with long, fair fingers and an elegant shape snatch the book away first.
Derrick followed the arm and looked. Taking just one glance, he lowered his head, placed his hand on his chest, and greeted in a deep voice: "Hello, Elder Lovia."
The one who had taken the book was a member of the "Council of Six," the "Shepherd" Lovia.
Lovia wore a black robe embroidered with many mysterious purple patterns, her thick silver-grey hair draped loosely with a slight curl.
Her face was smooth and fair, her features bold and beautiful, looking barely over thirty. Her pale grey eyes seemed capable of piercing the soul.
"Mmm." In response to Derrick's greeting, Lovia gently nodded her head, said nothing more, and silently walked away between the bookshelves, holding the book.
Elder Lovia seems to have become normal... Unlike before, when she constantly switched between different states without any pattern, sometimes crying, sometimes sneering, sometimes snorting in anger, sometimes indifferent... Derrick subconsciously thought.
Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable fear.
Because Elder Lovia had become normal...
Normal...
.............
After going through all the files, Klein found no records regarding animals.
It was obvious that the initial investigation had overlooked this issue.
"Hmm, I must remember my previous thoughts. I can't recklessly investigate on my own. Not to mention whether I have enough special means to evade the 'Demon's' premonition of danger, just the possibility of encountering the on-duty Nighthawks would be extremely troublesome. My goal has always been to assist, analyze the case, propose guesses, and judge the authenticity of clues..." Klein pondered what he should do.
After understanding the abilities of "Demons," he temporarily didn't dare to hand over the task of investigating whether the previous suspects had pets to Stuart, as it was highly likely to get Stuart killed.
"For now, it's just a preliminary, non-targeted investigation. Stuart shouldn't encounter anything. 'Demons' aren't like those madmen from the
His current difficulty was how to get the main investigators to include animals in their scope of scrutiny.
Directly suggesting it was definitely out of the question; it would arouse suspicion. Overly obvious guidance was just as bad... Sigh, I'm not a "Spectator," I don't have supernatural abilities in this area... Klein thought carefully, deliberated meticulously, and finally settled on a plan.
He took out a sheet of letter paper, held a fountain pen, and wrote swiftly: "Dear Mr. Stanton: I thought of a problem. Earlier, when the detectives were discussing, they all believed that the murderer's killing motions were very skilled, with no trace of awkwardness, and very experienced. I believe this cannot be innate and must be based on rich experience, such as a surgical student at a medical school, or a butcher at a meat stall.
I speculated at the time that he might have committed similar cases before. This is a direction for investigation and is currently the focus of my attention.
But after two days of repeated thought, I believe this is incomplete. Perhaps he doesn't gain his experience from killing people.
Is there a possibility that he practices on poor animals? Living animals, different species.
The number of animals that die in
These are my immature thoughts. I look forward to discussing them with you.
Sincerely, Sherlock Moriarty."
Klein did not directly suggest that the murderer might be a demonized animal. He found another reason, one involving practicing skills, hoping that
As he wrote, he suddenly felt this was also a direction.
The reason that "Demon" had never been caught was that it mostly hunted animals.
And animals hunting animals was not something to worry about.
That should do it. I hope it gives them some inspiration... Klein folded the letter, put on his coat neatly, and went to the mailbox at the end of the street to post it.
Fifteen minutes later, Lawyer Jurgen, watching Detective Sherlock pass by under the bay window again and again, finally couldn't help but open the door and politely asked: "Mr. Moriarty, did you forget your keys?"