Chapter 91 The TruthTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2235 wordsUpdate time: 2023-08-09 23:48:09
It has been a while since Greylint came to this world. He thought he had adapted to this world. He had also witnessed the darkness of this world, the factories in the East District, and various bloody rituals of evil gods.
But no matter what, there is at least a bottom line. That is, no matter how dark it is, they will not eat their own kind, and they will eat them alive in front of the victim.
He didn't dare to imagine such a scene, didn't dare to imagine the picture in the victim's eyes before he died... After all, whether in his past life or this life, he was a well-protected child, and he was exposed to the kind side of this world.
…
After a while, Grellant regained his spirit and began to investigate the living room. Charlotte didn't know why she found the murderer was committing a crime. In order to kill the witness, the murderer must have no time to clean up the scene. This was a rare opportunity. Charlotte didn't know what the situation was at the moment. He must find the traces left by this guy.
Soon, he confirmed the first type of footprints, which were of an adult, male, and somewhat familiar. These were Charlotte's footprints, which suddenly appeared from the wall. This meant that his extraordinary sequence might be the same as Miss Fors, belonging to the apprentice sequence, or he might also have a magical item with apprentice capabilities like Greylint.
Then, opposite this footprint, there is a footprint that is much larger than a human. With this size, the murderer must be more than three meters tall. No, it is also possible that the demon's feet are relatively large and not actually that tall. The sole of this footprint has traces of exerting force backwards, toward the opposite side, which means that he attacked Charlotte, which also explains why Greylint heard Charlotte shouting for help.
Then, there are two more footprints, one of which is that of an adult, a female. Glellint took a look at the body lying on the ground and confirmed that it was left by the victim. Finally, there is an animal footprint, a dog footprint. His good friend Audrey has a big golden retriever and likes it very much. She will bring it to some informal occasions. It seems that the victim also has a dog. Judging from the footprints, it is a large dog.
No, there are only these four types of footprints in this living room!
After checking the entire living room, Grellant came to an abnormal conclusion. He made sure that he checked the entire living room and found no new footprints.
Could it be that the murderer flew in in the form of a demon, and only fell to the ground after being spotted by Charlotte, and then accelerated to attack Charlotte? This makes sense. This is also why no trace of the murderer was found at the scene, because he remained in flying state and left no trace.
However, flying should cause air currents, but there was no sign of turbulence in the living room.
Well!
Grellint found himself a little crazy. In an extraordinary world, not everything had to conform to his scientific studies.
Now it seemed that they could only follow the traces of the murderer and see if they could reveal any special habits when he was chasing Charlotte. Greylint identified the devil's footprints and walked out the door.
Wait, there wasn't just Charlotte as an eyewitness at the scene. There was also another "eyewitness", the victim's pet, a large dog.
Grellint felt that it was too difficult for him to track a flying demon, and there was a high probability that the clue would be cut off halfway, but there was still a great chance of finding a dog, and then he could find the murderer through the victim's dog.
So, Grellant approached the scene again, suppressing his discomfort, and carefully investigated the footprints of the large dog in the living room. From the victim, all the way to an open window, it seemed that it had escaped to this location...
No, this footprint is in the wrong direction!
These are the footprints of the dog coming in, which means that the large dog came in through the window and came to the victim. Did it smell a special smell and rush in to protect its owner?
Grellant couldn't help but feel a little fond of the dog. He had heard in his previous life that dogs were loyal animals and the best companions of humans. Now it seemed that this statement was absolutely correct.
The dog rushed in and crouched next to the victim, protecting…
squat!!!
Grellint took another look at the marks on the ground and confirmed that the dog came in, came to the victim, and squatted beside the victim. In addition to the marks left by the four legs, there were also indentations of the hind legs and body at this location on the ground.
This side, it faces the victim's visceral remains.
A bad idea came to Grellint's mind. He had always believed that the murderer was a human in order to be promoted to a Sequence 5 Beyonder. But what if the murderer was not a human? For example, a Sequence 6 dog!
The traces at the scene made Grellint feel that his absurd idea was correct. From the traces of the dog squatting, the size of the dog could be roughly determined, which was more than one meter long. It was estimated that its mouth was probably near the victim's internal organs.
That is, it eats the victim's internal organs.
When Charlotte arrived at the scene, the murderer had not left yet and attacked him. Charlotte ran away and shouted for help, and then Grellant heard it and rushed here in just a few minutes.
Grellant could confirm that he did not see any animals when he arrived at the living room. There were no footprints at the scene, which meant that the dog did not leave after entering.
It crouches beside its victim...
Afterwards, the head moved, there was blood on the ground, and it stopped in one direction, which was Charlotte's footprints.
And near where the dog was squatting, the devil's footprints appeared.
Grellint had roughly understood what had happened before. The murderer was a large dog. It came in through the window, killed the victim, cut open her abdomen, and then squatted beside her to gnaw on her internal organs. Then Charlotte appeared from the wall and was discovered by the dog, so it transformed into a demon form and tried to kill Charlotte, the witness.
This also explains why no one found any traces at the previous 11 crime scenes. It can be entirely attributed to stray dogs gnawing on the corpses.
Maybe at the previous crime scene, when people found him, the murderer was already there!
This could explain most of it, but he also had a question: Can animals become Beyonders? Can animals digest the potion? How should they act?
It's time to leave. Now that he has found the clues, Grellant doesn't plan to think about the problem at the scene. Charlotte's cry for help is not only heard by him. He believes that someone should arrive here soon. Grellant doesn't plan to see his colleagues again.
After all, he already knew what he needed to know about the scene, so there was no need to explain his judgment to others again: a Sequence 6 dog, a Beyonder. After all, he didn't know if his colleague was a Beyonder or not. If he wasn't a Beyonder, he wouldn't know how to explain the situation.
He now needs to find Professor Steve to verify one thing, that is, whether there are any animals that have become extraordinary and can try to advance to a higher sequence.
As for tracking the murderer's footprints?
The dog on the other side would most likely behave like a stray dog, so it would be impossible to track its traces. In other words, he might not be able to pass through the places where the other side could pass. If it was a pet dog, it should have escaped to this area, and he could still look for it.
Just as he was about to go out, the door opened.Chapter 92 Traveling togetherTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2185 wordsUpdate time: 2023-08-15 23:21:41
gentleman!
This was Greylint's first impression of the man at the door.
"Don't be nervous, Detective Holmes. I am just like you. I was attracted here by the smell of blood."
Before Greylint could speak, the man spoke first.
Hearing this, Greylint became more alert.
He didn't know this person at all, but he could call out his name directly. Although he had recently completed two bounties that others had not completed and was reported in the newspaper, it only had his name and address, and there was no photo of him left in the newspaper.
In other words, this person investigated himself and he didn't realize it!
"Clayton Pole, detective from the West End, a detective who specializes in policing."
As if noting Greylint's caution, the man on the other side continued,
A detective who specializes in public security. Although Greylint has not met many detectives, it sounds obvious that there is something wrong with the detective who introduced himself in this way.
Public security and detective are completely different professions. Public security is the responsibility of the police, while detectives are only responsible for reasoning and reconstructing events.
Introducing yourself as someone who is good at maintaining public order, isn't that stealing the police's job?
Grellint always felt that he had forgotten something, and that there was another meaning in the other person's words.
Public security? After repeating the word silently, a figure appeared in Grellint's mind. He was not tall and pretended to be mature...
Miss Xiu, a Beyonder, a Beyonder of the Sheriff's Sequence. Did he mean that he was also a Beyonder? A Beyonder of the Sheriff's Sequence!
Is he hinting to me that he is a Beyonder?
But why did he hint at this? Greylint was a little unsure. Could it be that he discovered that he was also a Beyonder?
This is possible. In order to get here as quickly as possible, Greylint used his ability to open doors and rushed over in a straight line. This can make people judge that he is an extraordinary person.
Unsure of the other party's attitude, Grellint cautiously spoke to test the waters.
"Detective Boll, I'm glad you recognized me, but this also makes me feel a little confused. As a detective, I remember everyone I met during this period, but you, sir, give me a very strange feeling. I am almost certain that we have never met."
"Detective Holmes, we've met before, outside your residence."
Seeing the change in Greylint's eyes, the man added,
"As a detective in the West District, you have solved two difficult problems in the West District. Naturally, you will attract my attention."
Recalling the abilities of the sheriff, it seems that he can only fully exert his abilities in the jurisdiction. Of course, Greylint does not believe that he is just a sheriff. Although he does not know the specific sequence of this person, the abilities of the sheriff sequence seem to be linked to the jurisdiction.
In other words, this person's activities are in the West District? He has been active in the West District and accepting commissions from the West District.
Of course, all this is based on the premise that he does not deceive himself.
Anyway, at the moment, it seems that this person is behaving normally and has a very friendly attitude, so you can try to contact him.
"Detective Boll, I'm curious about why you told me you're a Beyonder."
Grellant did not choose to be polite. After all, he was now Sherlock Holmes, a professional detective, not a nobleman who needed to observe social etiquette.
"Detective Holmes, I wonder what conclusion you came to after examining the scene."
Paul did not answer Grellant's question, but asked Grellant about his inference of the scene. Hearing this, Grellant looked into Paul's eyes.
"Mr. Boll, you seem to have some conclusions that are not accepted by others."
"You should know that this is not the first murder case to occur in the West End. I rushed to the scene of the previous murders as soon as I received the news."
Paul seemed a little excited, as if he had heard from Grellant's question that Grellant might have come to some non-mainstream conclusions.
"I investigated the scene carefully and found no traces left. The murderer handled his traces perfectly. But the more this happened, I always felt sure that I had missed something. It was not until the third case in the West District that I combined the results of the three on-site investigations and came to a conclusion that was not accepted by others."
At this point, Mr. Boll shook his head.
"I actually thought that the murderer was a stray dog. I found the same footprints at the scene of the three crimes, the footprints of a stray dog. You know, how could a stray dog kill victims in succession..."
After hearing what Boll said, Greylint did not speak immediately. He silently stepped aside and placed the crime scene in front of the detective.
"Detective Boll, isn't our mission to reconstruct the course of events through observation and reasoning?"
Paul seemed a little confused by Greylint's sudden interruption, but when he saw Greylint step aside on his own initiative, he naturally turned his gaze to the crime scene.
At this moment, his gentlemanly image was shattered and he rushed forward.
After a long while, a confused voice was heard.
"That shouldn't be the case. Why aren't there any footprints of someone leaving? And what kind of creature made these traces? I've never seen one before, and these footprints prove that my previous inference was wrong?"
Hearing his confusion, Grallint added,
"Criminal Sequence. The name of Sequence 6 is Demon. It is said that Beyonders of this sequence can transform into demonic forms."
Hearing this, Detective Boll's eyes lit up.
"A stray dog of an extraordinary sequence. This also explains my previous inference that only a sequence 6 dog is capable of killing the victim and cutting open the abdomen."
Bol muttered a few words in a low voice, then realized something, raised his voice and said,
"So, Detective Holmes, you have concluded that..."
Bol turned around, looked at Greylint, and continued,
"The murderer is a stray dog!"
"Of course, Detective Boll. I came here because I heard someone screaming for help. This shows that the murderer didn't have time to clean up the scene. The traces left at the scene forced me to draw such an unreasonable conclusion."
Hearing the answer he wanted, Paul breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that during this period of time, he had a lot of doubts because of his own inferences.
…
After all, for Grellant, this was just the first time he and Paul met, and Grellant had no intention of waiting here any longer. He still had to look for traces of Charlotte and confirm the situation of his fellow villager.
After a brief exchange with Paul about the crime scene, Greylint said goodbye to Paul and left the crime scene.
At present, he is not 100% sure. He also needs to find Professor Steve to confirm whether there are really extraordinary animals that can digest extraordinary potions and prepare for the promotion ceremony to try to be promoted to Sequence 5 animals.
Of course, this matter is not urgent. What he needs most at the moment is to confirm Charlotte's safety. If he can meet his fellow countryman, he can get the answer directly.
He could find no spiritual records of either the murderer or Charlotte, so Greylint decided to return directly to the Cherwood district and go to Charlotte's home to see if his fellow villager had escaped the pursuit and returned home safely.Chapter 93 OmissionTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2210 wordsUpdate time: 2023-09-18 23:00:11
Charlotte's home in Cherwood.
After saying goodbye to Detective Boll, Glint returned directly to the East End, came to Charlotte's house, stood at the door, paused for a moment, and knocked on the door of his fellow villager.
Dongdong...
The sound echoed in the silent street...
Grellint waited patiently, and after a while, the door finally opened.
Charlotte's black hair was a little messy, and there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes...
Although Charlotte didn't look in good condition at the moment, Greylint felt relieved.
Grellant nodded at Charlotte. The two did not communicate. Charlotte did not ask him why he came, and he did not ask about the serial killer, nor did he ask how Charlotte escaped.
After meeting Charlotte, this was the only goal of Greylint's trip, and nothing else mattered.
Leaving Charlotte's house, Greyrant walked towards Prince Street.
At this time, coupled with the recent serial murders, there are no pedestrians on the streets and no shops are open.
In this lonely environment, Grellint couldn't help but recall what happened today.
I don't know if it's because of the environment, but I always feel like I've missed something important.
He walked towards home while recalling today's experiences and wondering what clues he had missed.
When passing a street, Grellint saw a woman under the street light. She was wearing a yellow cake skirt and a black soft hat. She seemed to be the lady he saw at the Roselle exhibition today.
He met this lady again, who was dressed in a strange way. Her unique dress left a deep impression on Greylint.
Grellant was a little surprised, and the lady seemed to notice Grellant's gaze, and she also turned her gaze to Grellant.
Facing the lady's gaze, Grellint bowed slightly, making gentlemanly gestures, but did not touch her. After all, a lady standing under a street lamp at night was obviously problematic. This was not the world of his previous life. Here, late at night was synonymous with danger and a time for crime. The surrounding shops were closed, but this lady was standing under the street lamp.
There were no more accidents, and Grellant successfully returned home, but the doubts in his heart did not disappear, but became more serious. So he changed into casual clothes, went to his newly planned study on the second floor, sat on a stool, and thought about the doubts in his heart.
What important clue did I miss?
This was a spiritual warning that gave him a warning, but the warning was too vague and he only knew that he had missed something very important.
I carefully recalled everything that happened today. I attended the Roselle exhibition with Charlotte. Later, I revisited the Roselle exhibition with Audrey and others in the evening and obtained some of Roselle's diaries. Later, I heard Charlotte's cry for help on King's Avenue in the West End at night, and thus deduced the murderer of the recent serial murders.
Could it be that Russell hid something in the diary and I missed it when I read it before?
After thinking of a possible reason, Grellant took out the diary he had obtained today. At this time, his spirituality had a strong fluctuation. It seemed that there was indeed an important clue in the diary that he had not seen at the time. Grellant felt the strong fluctuation of his spirituality, and became more certain of his thoughts, and immediately began to read it again.
After rereading it, Greylint indeed discovered that he had missed a page before. Unlike the early daily life recorded by Roselle before, this page was obviously written after he became a Beyonder, and a relatively later Beyonder at that.
"July 12th. I suddenly realized that I haven't sat down to write for a long time."
"July 13th. I recalled this period of time and realized that after becoming an alchemist, I focused on exploring this unknown world. I actually forgot the most important thing."
"On July 14, I recreated the silver medal in my memory and saw the endless gray fog again. Unlike the last time, this time, I vaguely saw a palace in the gray fog."
"I repeated the 15th of July several times, but I didn't see the palace again. Then I had a hunch that the sequence I chose was a wrong decision."
After seeing the contents of this page, Grellint became a little confused as to why he had missed such an important page before.
This trace of doubt soon disappeared. There was not much content on this page, but it was enough to make him put aside everything else.
Roselle vaguely saw a palace in the gray mist! Although he did not see it again, as a high-sequence universalist, Grellint did not believe that he would have a memory error.
The palace represents the existence of living beings in this place, and there is a high probability that they can communicate with the world. Moreover, this palace is in the gray-white mist, which means that the owner of this palace can control this gray-white mist, or this gray-white mist is created by the owner of the palace.
Russell believed that the object that caused him to travel through time could be connected to this gray fog. Now that he saw a palace in the gray fog, could he draw a conclusion:
The owner of this palace can allow people to travel through time, or in other words, this palace can connect two worlds!
At present, Greylint cannot determine whether his travel through time was really caused by the crystal pendant of the original owner, but he now has a new path. As long as he is strong enough, he will have the opportunity to meet the owner of this palace and get the way to return home from him.
First of all, it is certain that the Alchemist sequence is definitely above Sequence 6. Grellint remembered that there was a record in Roselle's diary that he had, that Roselle made a silver medal when he became a Sequence 6 mechanical expert. It was for this reason that Grellint wanted to become a Generalist sequence in the beginning, thinking that one day he could make the crystal pendant in the original owner's memory, thinking that it might be the key to time travel.
However, Roselle could only vaguely see it in this sequence, which meant that Greylint needed to become even stronger before he could trade with the owner of the palace and return home.
Taking a deep breath, Greylint tried to calm his beating heart. He found a glimmer of possibility of returning home in this diary. Even if it was only a glimmer, it was enough for him to try his best.
Of course, he now knew very well that this was not something he could access right now. He had to reach at least Sequence 4, the level called demigod in Roselle's diary, before he could try to find it.
Greylint silently memorized the palace in the gray mist. As he silently recited it in his mind, this special palace gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
The palace in the gray mist...
Grellint always felt that he had heard this description somewhere before. This description gave him a sense of familiarity, and he must have known something about this place before today.
He couldn't remember exactly when and where this important clue was related to whether he could go back.
bump!
At this most critical moment, Grellant angrily slammed the table, but he didn't hear that in the sound of him slamming the table, there was also a slight, heavy breathing sound, which was the breathing sound of relaxation after tension...Chapter 94 Three PeopleTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2223 wordsUpdate time: 2024-09-09 17:30:02
"Found it."
The woman standing next to Grallint's table muttered to herself, and until this moment, she realized that she was not as excited as she thought.
Although this is the thing she most wants to accomplish in the past 150 years, it is the obsession she has been unable to let go of in the past 150 years.
"Father."
At this moment, her mind recalled her father, the father who always brought her new things, the great emperor remembered by countless people, the man whose things were still sought after by countless people even one hundred and fifty years after his death.
During that unique childhood, there were always new things emerging.
And most importantly, there was the diary written by her father, a unique diary, and the Roselle notes that countless people had failed to decipher.
As a child, she knew her father's life too well. A child born into a small noble family actually created a new writing system when he was young. After nearly two hundred years and more than ten top cryptographers, it has not been cracked yet.
She also tried to crack it in many ways. Compared with other crackers, she already knew that the initial symbols represented time, and as his daughter, she knew very well what her father was doing that day. But even so, she still couldn't crack this kind of text.
You have to know that this was something his father started using when he was young and continued to use until his death.
This is a complete set of characters, not a set of mysterious symbols without any pattern. And most importantly, this is a set of characters that is completely detached from reality. It seems to have appeared out of thin air and there is no pattern at all.
But this must be a kind of text, not his nonsense, not the manifestation of his madness. Because her father also specially asked her to remember two of the symbols. Although he did not tell her what they meant, she could feel that her father had a special feeling for these two words.
She could feel that her father wrote these diaries not just to help himself recall; she could feel that her father seemed to be leaving something for others, and these secrets were hidden in his diaries.
In the first hundred years, she tried hard to decipher the text, but not only she, but also the cryptographers she secretly helped were unable to decipher her father's diary.
This made her gradually realize that her father might not want someone to decipher his diary, but was waiting for a specific person, someone who could read his diary directly.
Now, she finally found such a person, someone who could understand Roselle's notes.
She had always believed that her goal was to find this person, control him, and find a way to learn this language from him. However, when she faced the person her father had been waiting for, she found that she simply couldn't do it, and she didn't know how to face such a person who had made her father wait for so long.
"Father."
She murmured again, and her figure disappeared from the room...
At this time, Greylint was still immersed in the news he got from the diary. For him, this was the first time he got accurate news about time travel since he came to this mysterious world, a place that caused the previous time traveler, Emperor Roselle, to time travel.
A mysterious palace hidden in the gray fog.
After all, he was still too weak and knew too little about this world. After all, he was only a Sequence 7 detective now, and when Roselle discovered this palace, he might have been above Sequence 4, which was an existence called a demigod!
Grellint took the page from the diary and placed it on top of his collection of Roselle diaries before hiding all the notes.
After doing all this, Grellint also felt tired, mentally exhausted.
After turning off the lights, the blood-red moonlight shone into the room through the window. Looking at the scene in front of him, Grellint was slightly stunned. He realized that he had begun to adapt to this strange world.
…
"James Holmes."
This name kept flashing through Charlotte's mind.
When meeting him, Charlotte also noticed that he was in a bad state and was very tired, most likely because he had been running around for a long time.
In such a strange world, what could be more joyful than finding a friend who cares about you?
However, he himself had too many secrets, and he didn't even dare to have too much contact with this fellow villager, for fear that he would accidentally reveal something and let his detective fellow villager guess something.
In this strange world, he has relatives and also hatred.
He didn't want anyone to know about his relationship with Benson and Melissa, nor did he want his fellow villagers to be involved in his revenge, the revenge of the evil god's followers and demigods.
In addition, this fellow villager didn't seem to have much money, and the material and style of his clothes were not good, Charlotte added.
…
Wednesday, October 17th.
At the beginning of a new day, Grellint slept until 10 o'clock and rubbed his head which was still a little painful...
The information he received yesterday made Grellint suffer from a rare insomnia. He lay in bed thinking about it.
I went to the kitchen, made a cup of hot tea, and slowly waited for the temperature to drop.
Grellant was not in a hurry to go to Charlotte's residence. He did not particularly care about the serial killer. After all, this was just a case that happened in Backlund and had nothing to do with him or the people he knew.
It's just that someone commissioned him and he accepted the commission, that's all.
Looking at the white mist slowly rising from the teacup, Greylint couldn't help but think of the news he got yesterday, the mysterious palace in the gray mist...
Somehow, Glellint felt that the scene itself was related to this incident;
Hot tea...
A familiar figure emerged in Grellint's mind, Audrey Hall!
This seemed to be the mysterious organization she had joined. Greylint remembered that she once described the feeling of joining it as being like walking through a fog and attending a meeting in an empty palace.
I need to meet again, but I wonder if Audrey is available today.
Thinking of this, Gralint stopped waiting, put on his coat, and walked out the door;
After leaving the house, there were almost no people on the street. After confirming that no one was paying attention nearby, Greylint quickened his pace and disappeared around the corner...
In Queens, at the Glint family, Glint, who had quietly returned, immediately found "himself" who was enjoying the food. After silently complaining that his image in the eyes of the housekeeper had become even worse, Glint told his messenger and expressed his intention to meet Audrey, then changed into the same clothes and wanted to eat dessert...
A short while later, the messenger brought a message from Audrey, agreeing on a time and place to meet;
Grellint took out his pocket watch and looked at the current time. It was 12:52. There were still more than two hours left. There was no need to rush. He could have lunch first.
At 14:50, Grellint arrived at the agreed library and quietly waited for his friend to arrive. Not long after, he saw Audrey in a light yellow dress, smiling and greeting him:
"Good afternoon, Detective Glint."
Audrey seemed to be in a good mood, as if she had encountered something happy. As a detective, Grallint made a judgment instantly.
"It looks like today is a beautiful day, isn't it? Beautiful audience lady."Chapter 95 ConfirmationTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2144 wordsUpdate time: 2024-09-10 17:30:02
"Grelint, you seem a little impatient. I can see that you have something to consult me about."
In front of his friend, Grellant subconsciously did not think about hiding his emotions. It was normal to be seen by the "audience", and Grellant did not dwell on it. Or rather, he was more concerned about something else. He did not know how to start the conversation, but since Audrey had discovered him, he no longer thought about probing her and naturally asked the question he wanted to confirm.
"Audrey, I remember you described your participation in the gathering of gods as if you were passing through a mist and attending a gathering in a magnificent palace."
"Glarinta, the goddess' eyes are everywhere, watching over the good and the evil.[1]"
As a believer of the goddess, Greylint naturally knew that this was a sentence in the canon of the goddess of night, and he also understood what Audrey meant. As a fool who was also a god, he could naturally do it. As a mortal, he could not talk about gods, or rather, he was forbidden to talk about gods.
Grellint wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not utter any words.
"Grelint, do you remember the first time we went to church?"
Grellint frowned slightly and searched through his memories.
"certainly!"
I have to admit that for a worker who has only seen the panoramic view of a Western church on the Internet, from the perspective of memory, in a huge, empty church, there are no windows, only dots of "starlight" on the wall...
How could this feeling not make a young child have great awe for the gods and admire them from the bottom of his heart?
"Grelint, come to think of it, we were a little crazy when we were little. Now that I think about it, I really feel that I was so stupid."
Recalling the following acquaintance with Audrey, it seemed like a group of children gathered together avoiding adults and talking about their dreams for the future, but in this world with extraordinary abilities, everyone's dreams were surprisingly consistent.
I want to become a powerful extraordinary being, a great hero in the mouths of bards, and a big shot that everyone in the streets talks about.
"Indeed, there aren't that many heroes, and the path of a Beyonder isn't that easy."
"But we finally became Extraordinary."
"But this is not a wise choice, otherwise our elders would not protect us so well."
Audrey frowned slightly and continued speaking;
"Grelint, do you regret becoming a Beyonder now?"
"No, I have my reasons for becoming a Beyonder!"
Audrey looked at her friend in front of her and could tell from his expression that he took this reason very seriously. Similarly, she could also clearly sense that her friend would not tell her this reason.
"Grillint, are you still spending most of your time in Cherwood?"
"Of course, I'm going to be a professional detective."
Audrey looked into Grallint's eyes and asked softly,
"Is this really the only reason?"
"certainly."
Grellint answered firmly, but he didn't notice that his eyes moved unconsciously when he answered, and Audrey noticed it...
Audrey seemed to want to deflect the question.
This sentence came to Grellant's mind. Unfortunately, he had no choice. Of the clues left by Russell, he only knew that Audrey might have some clues. If possible, he would not let his friend take this risk.
"Audrey, I really want to know how you feel when you attend the party. It's very important to me."
When he said this, a thought suddenly flashed through Grellint's mind:
If it was the original owner, he would definitely not let Audrey take such a risk...
"Grelint, it's just as you remember it, and you can be more specific. It's a gray mist."
In the palace surrounded by gray fog, Grellint tried to control his expression on the surface, but he could no longer suppress his emotions in his heart.
It really has something to do with fools!
His arrival is really related to the Fool!
Should he join the Fool's gathering through Audrey and ask Him for a way to return home, a place that can only appear in dreams now...
Although Grellant had already controlled his expression, as a spectator, Audrey still noticed the slight change in his expression.
It was a kind of confirmation, a kind of indescribable happiness after confirmation, and a last touch of faint longing...
That was the first time since she became a spectator that she read so many changes in her friend's expression. That was the first time since she became a spectator that she hated herself for having such extraordinary abilities. That meant that her friend had a relationship with an ancient and mysterious god...
"Grelint, I don't know why, but after becoming a Beyonder, I began to miss my former self, carefree, talking with everyone about the great heroes in history, and fantasizing that I could become such a legendary figure one day."
"Unfortunately, the world of Extraordinary people is not as beautiful as we thought, and Extraordinary people are not as perfect as we thought. We all need to grow up."
"Yes, we all have to grow up and face reality."
…
Grellant's mind was completely occupied by the Palace of Fools, thinking about how to get home, while Audrey just looked at her friend quietly, with some subtle sadness in her eyes, but Grellant didn't notice...
Ding…ding…ding…
There was a soft knock on the door, which sounded particularly harsh in this silent space. Grallint knew that the time had come, and Alan and the others were reminding him,
"Ms. Audrey, I'm glad you accepted my invitation. I look forward to our next meeting."
"I am also very happy to receive your invitation and look forward to meeting you next time."
The Glint family study in Queens.
Grellint sat at the desk by the window, looking through the huge French windows at the garden outside, where the servants were pruning... This was a life far better than his previous life. He didn't have to rush for money or worry about his life. He just had to do what he wanted to do. It was also a world with superpowers, a world where he could become a powerful extraordinary person.
In such a world, why would I want to go back?
As soon as the thought flashed through my mind, I already had the answer.
Just as Audrey asked, in this world, she is always just a passer-by, a stranger with a name called Gretellyn Robert on her head, without parents or relatives who took care of her growing up, without a partner to grow up with, and without a place full of memories.
In this situation, Glint naturally thought of his two fellow countrymen.
Emperor Roselle, I wonder if you also have such memories, when it is late at night and everyone is asleep, you stare out the window in a daze, thinking about your past;
And Charlotte, walking on the streets of Backlund, looking at the unfamiliar environment, I wonder if she will recall the past.
The gardener outside the window had finished tidying up the garden and left Grellint's sight.
perhaps,
Next,
He would meet up with a few friends to talk about the happy and unhappy things that happened today, and also talk about the past...Chapter 96 Crazy ConclusionTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2105 wordsUpdate time: 2024-09-11 17:30:02
"Lord Glint, it's time to eat."
The butler's voice came from outside the study, breaking the silence and bringing Greylint's attention back to his original position.
For him, no matter what the result of facing the gods is, he needs to meet this god named the Fool;
For him, no matter how much it costs, he must find a way to go back;
At this moment, a beautiful figure flashed in Grelint's mind;
It's a pity that I'm not "Grelint" after all...
Throwing this sudden thought out of his mind, Grellint reaffirmed his goal.
He wanted to become stronger and stronger, strong enough to contact the gods, strong enough to attract the attention of the gods, strong enough to have a dialogue with the gods on an equal footing!
At this time, Greylint remembered that there was a folk rumor in the information about Emperor Roselle that the original owner had collected before, that Emperor Roselle was betrayed by the church because he attempted to become a god.
Maybe this was the real reason for Roselle's death, because he wanted to become a god so that he could wait for a way to go back from the Fool, or becoming a god was the condition for going back.
If only a god could talk to the Fool and find a way to go back, no matter how risky this road was, he would go on, even if it meant making the whole world his enemy!
…
It's time to go back!
After dinner, Grellint finished reading today's newspaper and muttered to himself.
As a time traveler, the environment of Cherwood District is closer to his previous life. From a rational point of view, staying in Cherwood District for a long time is more conducive to him maintaining himself, maintaining his own personality, and reducing the impact of acting and potions.
The study on the second floor of the Glint family home in Cherwood District.
Grellant, who had just returned from Queens, came here, picked up a pen and paper, and, as usual, reviewed some of the things that had happened in the past two days...
I don't know why, I have already sorted out the context very clearly and thought clearly about the next goal, but deep in my spirituality, there is always a feeling that tells me that I have missed an important clue.
Grellant remembered that Professor Steve once taught that the core of spirituality is the "spiritual body", and outside the "spiritual body" is the "astral body", which is the channel for communicating with the spiritual world and the starry sky.
This should be a reminder from the spirit that I must have missed an extremely important clue.
While visiting the Roselle Memorial Exhibition with fellow villager Charlotte, he noticed some unusual behavior from his fellow villager;
Then he revisits the Roselle Memorial Exhibition with Audrey and assists Audrey in completing her mission;
On the way back to Cherwood, he heard a fellow villager calling for help, discovered the scene of the twelfth murder, and deduced the murderer;
Confirm the situation of fellow villagers;
Discover important clues in Russell's diary;
Find Audrey to confirm whether the Fool is related to his own time travel;
It seemed that nothing was missing, except that the Fool, as a god, was too doting on his believers. Her fellow villagers had communicated with Audrey with the help of the Fool more than once during this period.
Now, although both are gods, it seems that the goddess does not communicate with believers so frequently. Only at certain times of the year can the Pope bring the goddess' oracle.
The Fool meets with his "followers" almost every week.
Speaking of Charlotte, Glellint didn't know for a moment whether he should share this page of Russell's diary with him. This would let him know that it was his "boss" who caused him to travel through time, and he didn't know if his fellow countryman could accept such a fact.
It seems that this page cannot be given to Audrey either. The Fool is also collecting Roselle's notes, so he will notice it.
Grelint's pupils trembled violently!
As the reason for Roselle's time travel, why did "He" collect Roselle's notes?
As a god who has the ability to connect the two worlds, Grellint didn't think that Roselle's diary would contain any big secrets that even he didn't know about.
Also, today while having dinner, Grellint remembered seeing a report about the theft of the Roselle Memorial Exhibition in the corner of the newspaper, but at that time, his mind was full of how to contact the Fool.
And the place where his fellow villager shouted for help was not far from the Roselle Memorial Exhibition on Kingdom Avenue, and the time he appeared on Kingdom Avenue was very close to the time when he was robbed as reported.
What was hidden in the emperor's diary? What did the bookmark that Audrey touched represent that was worth him taking the risk of stealing it from the memorial exhibition that was obviously a trap?
Come to think of it, when I exchanged Roselle's diary with him before, many of them might have been given to the Fool by Audrey. Now that I think about it, there are actually some doubts.
Why the Fool's collected diaries were given to Charlotte, and Audrey never brought back new ones;
If his relationship with the Fool is different from Audrey's relationship with the Fool, then what is the purpose of the Fool helping him collect Roselle's notes?
As the murderer who caused the time travel, the Fool certainly does not need Roselle's diary. Is this a test for his fellow villager?
So, what does the Fool intend for Grellint, who is also a time traveler? At least it is not an easy task to pull people from another world, otherwise this world would have entered the modern era long ago.
What role does the Fool play...
The word "acting" seems to explain everything. As a socialist youth in the 21st century, he has no fear of gods in his bones. Russell seems to be from the modern era. He once "invented" the Gwent card. So, Charlotte may also be from the modern era. In this case, just like the stories he heard from adults when he was a child, mortals get the magic tools of immortals and start to act like immortals to deceive believers.
This seems to explain everything. The Fool, who Audrey thought was a god, might actually be a time traveler like herself. It's just that for some unknown reason, he got the palace of the original owner and started to play the role of a god to get what he needed.
If this is true, where should Greylint go to find the original owner of the palace, the murderer who caused him to travel through time.
In Greek mythology, gods all have their own authority, or responsibilities. So what is the purpose of this god? What is his purpose in leaving the palace to Charlotte? Is it to inherit his responsibilities?
What about Glitter himself? A backup for Charlotte?
What about Russell? According to the rumors, he is a failed successor?
It seemed that everything could be explained. It was because of Roselle's failure that the gods decided to summon two people at once this time.
Roselle's death seemed to be related to the church? In other words, the church, or the god behind the church, did not want a new successor to appear?
In this age when even the king obeys the church, we are truly at war with the entire world!
It seems that the only way for him to come into contact with this mysterious god is to grow faster.
Then start from the beginning and become a good detective.Chapter 97 An unexpected visitorTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2225 wordsUpdate time: 2024-09-12 17:30:03
Grellint knew that his fellow villager must have known everything about the murderer, and as a modern man, he had probably reported it.
Fortunately, he deduced a lot of things at the scene of the twelfth murder, which was of great help in the digestion of the potion. He could even be sure that this was a monster with a higher sequence than his own.
According to Grellint's character, he would take on some small tasks through various channels and gradually digest the potion. He always remembered what Professor Steve said to him,
"Excessive pursuit of power and role-playing will make you lose yourself and become a slave to extraordinary abilities."
In fact, he has always known how to quickly digest the detective potion. This is a method, or information, he got from Viscount Lechner.
"But you don't win either. You can't change the dark...world."
As a viscount of a kingdom, although his specific rank is unclear, it is obvious that there are other people above him, who are the behind-the-scenes leaders who far surpass him in status and ability.
What is certain is that this matter is very big, and even Greylint has a hunch that as long as he can investigate part of the truth, he can digest the detective potion.
But the clues to this matter were cut off with the death of Viscount Lechner. Glerint even asked Professor Steve for help, and the result was:
"The huge shadow hidden under the Kingdom of Loen, the unknown secret will eventually be exposed. The brave man who returns from his journey will take up the sword in his hand and face the chaotic darkness."
This answer was totally illogical and without any clues. In addition, the sense of death brought to him by Viscount Lechner made him choose to become a higher-sequence Beyonder and then try to find clues about Oliver.
In addition, the death of a viscount would definitely attract the attention of the church and official Beyonders, among whom there must be high-sequence Beyonders. It was definitely not suitable for Greylint to continue investigating at that time.
Now, almost a month has passed since the assassination, and the official investigation results have long been announced. Although the murderer has not been found, it has been confirmed that Viscount Lechner died in a duel.
After calculating the time, Greylint felt that the risk of investigating now would be much smaller.
Before Greylint could continue thinking about where to start his investigation, the doorbell downstairs interrupted his thoughts.
Looking at the time on the pocket watch, 22:39, Greylint felt a little strange. In this world, night is a paradise for crime. He didn't know why someone would come to visit at this time.
Although he felt strange, Greylint still came downstairs. Before opening the door, he felt it carefully to make sure that the spirit had not sent any warning before opening the door.
A black soft hat came into view.
A familiar feeling came over me.
A yellow cake skirt and a black soft hat.
This was the lady that Glellant had seen at the Roselle Memorial Exhibition; this was the lady that had stood under the streetlight on her way home yesterday.
Grellint maintained his superficial calm, with many questions flashing through his mind. There must be something wrong with this lady. If possible, he wanted to just close the door and pretend that this had never happened, but this was also the most dangerous way, with unknown dangers.
There seems to be no best choice at the moment. His best choice is to speak normally. Since she chose to knock on the door, at least she has no ill will towards him at the moment. The most important thing is that the spirit has not given any warning.
"What can I do for you, ma'am? What can I do for you?"
"Mr. Detective, I am sorry to bother you. I couldn't find you during the day, so I had to come to visit you late at night. I have an extremely important commission. I wonder if it is convenient for you now and if you can spare some time to listen to me?"
"Faced with the beautiful lady's request, I think no gentleman can refuse. But I'm sorry, I have other commissions on hand and cannot take on new tasks. I can recommend you some famous detectives. I believe their professional skills will be able to perfectly complete your commission."
Of course, Greylint's first reaction to this kind of thing was to refuse.
"Mr. Detective, I believe in my judgment. Only someone who can solve serial murders can complete my commission."
"Excuse me ma'am, I don't seem to understand what you are talking about?"
"Mr. Detective, although I am not a professional detective, I have studied many related theories for this matter. When I saw you last night, I noticed that you faintly exuded a bloody smell, and there were bloodstains on your shoes, although they were covered by dust. These details indicate two points: first, you have been exposed to a bloody scene; second, you have been eagerly pursuing a target afterwards. Combined with today's newspapers and official reports, I think it is not difficult to draw a conclusion."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't find the murderer, I just happened to be nearby."
"I understand your concerns. To show my sincerity, I am willing to pay 90% of the compensation in advance. I hope this will alleviate your anxiety."
How to refuse? Grellint is a little confused. From a rational point of view, it is very irrational to have a relationship with such an obviously problematic lady, but the other party seems to have determined him.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. As a professional detective, I can't accept your commission before the previous commission is completed. But as a gentleman, I don't mind providing you with some help if you are willing."
Greylint bowed slightly, inviting her in with the courtesy of a gentleman, then moved slightly sideways to make a wide passage for her, his movements graceful and calm.
Then, Grellant lit the gas lamp in the living room and added some chopped wood to the fireplace. In a short while, the warm light in the room sprinkled on the floor, and the flames in the fireplace jumped gently, reflecting the old picture frames on the wall.
He gestured to a comfortable chair and continued to smile politely: "Please take a seat. If you need anything, just let me know."
Then he silently thanked Mr. Eimler in his heart. Fortunately, this was Mr. Eimler's previous home. Otherwise, according to Grellint's personality, there would probably only be a bed and a study, and he would know there was a problem at a glance.
"My name is Bernadette Debreck, and I come from Ilfracombe, an important port town in the west of the Kingdom of Loen. It is one of the busiest ports on the west coast. The docks are full of merchant ships and fishing boats and are busy from morning to night. The sea breeze is mixed with salt and exotic spices from afar."
Grellint recalled the map of Loen. It seemed that there was such a small town in the westernmost part of Loen. It was a well-known port city. Of course, the reason why he remembered it was because it led to Intis. As a fan of Emperor Roselle, the original owner naturally considered going to Roselle's hometown.
Thinking of this, Greylint nodded slightly, motioning her to continue.
"My father, Nero Debrec, was a crazy genius who was often obsessed with his own inventions and theories that were incomprehensible to ordinary people. Despite this, he loved me endlessly and never let me suffer any grievances. For him, everything in the world could be used to verify his crazy ideas, but I was the only thing he cared about when he was sober."Chapter 98 PursuitTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2886 wordsUpdate time: 2024-09-13 17:30:01
"My father left Ilfracombe when I was very young and went to Backlund, the most prosperous city in Loen, alone. Every time he wrote to me, he would always enclose some small gifts, or exquisite ornaments brought back from afar, or his latest fantastic ideas. Although we were thousands of miles apart, his love was always continuously conveyed to me through those letters and gifts."
Bernadette did not speak for a long time, as if she was lost in deep memories. Grallint did not interrupt her, and after a long time, Bernadette spoke again.
"But at the end of last year, his letters suddenly stopped. I thought he was caught up in some crazy plan again and had no time to take care of his daily life. However, I waited for three months and there was no news. As a person who never cares about worldly norms, he always lives in his own rhythm, but this silence makes me feel unprecedented worry. No matter how prosperous and dangerous Backlund is, I must find him."
"Mr. Detective, I really need your help!"
Grallant felt a little headache. When Bernadette was describing, Grallant carefully observed her expression. He was sure that Bernadette was absolutely expressing her true feelings during the narration, and Grallant could feel her longing for her father.
And this is exactly the emotion that Greylint wants most now.
Facing Bernadette's gaze, he shifted his gaze slightly and asked:
"Ms. Bernadette, you have been in Backlund for a while, can you tell me what clues you have collected? I think I can try to provide you with some help."
"My father never mentioned any specific matters he was doing here in his letters. His letters never mentioned anything about his life, only a few simple words to let him know he was safe."
Bernadette paused.
"My father always shared his wonderful ideas and inventions with me, and told me enthusiastically about the beautiful things he created, wanting to present them all to me."
"So, when I came to Backlund, I realized that I had never really understood my father's work, what he had been through, and what made him so crazy."
Bernadette seemed a little excited, and her tone became heavier as she spoke.
crazy,
Grallant naturally noticed Bernadette's emphasis on the word, which seemed to be a little different from what she said before. Grallant remembered that when he introduced his father, he used the word "crazy genius", but now he has become so crazy. There seems to be some repetition in this word, and this usage is more like going from normal to crazy.
Am I being a little too rational?
Grellant cursed himself in his heart. It was normal to make mistakes in words in such an excited situation. Was he affected by the potion?
Bernadette seemed not to notice the unusual change in Gralinte and continued;
"From my father's letters, I roughly pieced together where he lived - on the east side of Cherwood, away from the church, near Backlund Bridge and the East District, where the poor were believed to gather."
"It was only then that I realized that my father's life was far from as good as I had imagined. Although he did not live in a slum, his residence was close to chaotic and dangerous areas. Thinking of what kind of dangers he would encounter in such an environment, my heart was filled with anxiety and fear."
Grellant listened quietly to Bernadette's story. Although most of what she said did not provide any useful clues, Grellant could not bear to interrupt her because he could feel the deep longing for her father in her words.
"I've been here for a few months and have asked almost everyone I can around here, but no one has any impression of my father. He is always like this, immersed in his own world, as if isolated from the outside world."
It seemed a bit of a headache. It was really difficult to find clues for a crazy inventor like this kind of person. And he couldn't investigate Mr. Nero like he investigated Charlotte before. As the so-called capital of all cities, Shelland has a population of more than five million and is the most prosperous city.
If we check on people who were missing two or three days ago, the people who had contact with him may still have some influence, and by piecing together multiple pieces, we can get a clearer result; but an ordinary person who has been missing for almost a year will definitely not be recorded.
In other words, this was a commission with absolutely no clues, and it was almost as difficult as investigating Oliver.
Grellint complained in his heart,
"So, Mr. Detective, I really need your help."
Feeling the sincerity in Bernadette's eyes, Grallint slowly changed his mind while listening to Bernadette's story.
"James Holmes, Miss Bernadette, I don't think anyone can refuse such a request."
"Mr. Holmes, thank you very much for your willingness to help me. For this commission, I am willing to take out all my savings as a reward, and I only hope that you can find my father's whereabouts as soon as possible."
"Ms. Bernadette, please don't do this. It is my duty to help you find the truth. Money is not the priority. I will do my best to help you, please rest assured."
Of course, Grellint had not forgotten the reason why he had refused in the first place.
"Of course, I have other commissions at the moment, but I will arrange my time properly to ensure that your matter is taken seriously. Ms. Bernadette may also consider entrusting other detectives, but no matter what, I will do my best to assist you."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Detective."
Grellint glanced at the time. It was 23:52. Unconsciously, such a long time had passed.
"Ms. Bernadette, it's late at night, and I don't want to bother you for too long. I will take time out tomorrow to visit you in person. Could you please tell me your address so that I can find you accurately?"
"I'd rather I call on you in person, Mr. Holmes. What time would you like to see me tomorrow?"
When saying this, Grallint noticed that Miss Bernadette's eyes were a little evasive, as if she wanted to hide something.
Grellint remembered that he had met him under the street light yesterday and seemed to have guessed a possibility.
"Ms. Bernadette, I'm sorry, I need to deal with some investigations tomorrow, so my time may not be fixed. However, considering that traveling is really tiring, it would be more appropriate for me to visit you. Alternatively, if you have a favorite coffee shop or quiet place nearby, we can meet there. This may be more convenient. What do you think?"
Miss Bernadette's eyes looked a little vague.
"Then I wonder if you can confirm the approximate time? That way I can make arrangements in advance."
"I'm very sorry, Miss Bernadette. Our work does not have fixed hours. It always changes as the investigation progresses. But if you have any inconvenience, please let me know. I can try my best to adjust it so that we can better arrange our meeting."
Grellint has roughly confirmed his idea.
"Then let's make it at the Morning Café. I'll wait for you there. I hope it won't take up too much of your time."
Grellint confirmed his idea.
"Okay, let's book it at the Morning Café. I'll try my best to arrange the time and won't keep you waiting for long. If there are any changes, please feel free to contact me and I'll respond flexibly."
"Ms. Bernadette, it's so late now. It's close to the East District and the Bridge District. The environment is really not safe. I'm really worried about letting a lady leave alone. Let me take you home."
When Grellint said this, he looked directly at Bernadette.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Holmes, but don't worry, I'm used to going out alone, and I will be careful. I have some things to deal with tonight, so I won't bother you to send me off. I really appreciate your kindness, and I'll see you at the Morning Cafe tomorrow."
When she said this, Bernadette lowered her head slightly. Of course, this would be noticed by the detective.
"Ms. Bernadette, I noticed that you may not have a fixed residence tonight. It's not safe to walk around here alone so late. I happen to have a spare room in my house. You can stay here temporarily. Don't worry about it. This is just a gentleman's small thought. If you feel it's not appropriate tomorrow morning, you can leave at any time. I just hope to provide you with a peaceful night's rest."
"Mr. Detective, I am very touched by your concern, which is indeed the warmest suggestion during this period of time. In this case, I will shamelessly accept your kindness and stay here for one night. But please rest assured that I will not disturb you for too long. Thank you for providing me with a safe place to rest. I really don't know how to express my gratitude."
…
Bernadette closed the door gently and turned on the gas.
After feeling it for a while and making sure that Greylint was not spying on her, she took out a roll of parchment from her small bag.
Before she could do anything else, the parchment unfolded itself and began to burn.
You can vaguely see the text above:
Bernadette came to visit... Although Grallant... remained cautious... worried about unknown risks, the best option... As he told the story with emotion, he gradually relaxed his guard... After realizing that she had no fixed residence, out of concern... he successfully moved into Grallant's house... Everything was reasonable,Chapter 99 A New DayTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2065 wordsUpdate time: 2024-09-14 17:30:04
On the morning of October 18, a Thursday, Backlund was still shrouded in thick fog. The air seeped into the house through the window cracks, carrying a hint of moisture. On the street, the sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly, and gas lamps could be heard faintly penetrating the fog.
A new day begins.
On his way to the study, Grellant, who was wearing pajamas, accidentally ran into Miss Bernadette, who was already dressed. It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a new resident in the house - and she was a lady with outstanding temperament.
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes." Miss Bernadette said with a smile, breaking the awkward silence between the two.
"Good morning, Miss Bernadette." Grallint responded hesitantly, with a bit of surprise and politeness in his tone.
Grellint responded to the greeting awkwardly, a look of discomfort flashed across his face, and then he quickly turned around and rushed back to his room almost as if he was running away.
Half an hour later, Greylint appeared on the street.
Looking back at his home, Greylint felt a little strange. Why did he let a lady of unknown origin live in his home?
Graylint's mind flashed back to what Miss Bernadette had said last night. He paused slightly, thinking back to the deep nostalgia in her eyes, and couldn't help but sigh, after all, she was just a pitiful person.
Shaking his head, Grellint stopped thinking about it and found a quieter bakery. Grellint ordered a cup of hot tea and the fried egg and bread combination recommended by the owner.
While waiting for the owner to serve the meal, Grellant began to sort out the existing clues.
There are two main things he wants to do now. The first is to continue investigating the reasons for Oliver's disappearance, or, to investigate his results; the second is to help Miss Bernadette investigate the reasons for his father's disappearance in Shelland.
Oliver's clues point to Viscount Lechner who was killed by Grellant. The Viscount's last words reveal that he was not the mastermind behind the murder, but just a pawn in the game, not the core figure. This makes Grellant realize that the power behind Viscount Lechner may be hidden in a larger shadow.
Viscount Lechner had a thousand connections with the military and could almost be considered a member of the military. Although Grallint did not have much direct contact with him, they were of the same age as Backlund and had known each other for a few times at various banquets. However, these superficial interactions were far from enough to constitute the starting point for an in-depth investigation.
At present, if he wants to further explore Viscount Lechner's network of relationships, Grellint can only carefully collect clues on his own and proceed step by step. Although the underground intelligence agency he is familiar with is secretive, it is also part of the official background, which is used to make extra money for the official. If he inquires about Viscount Lechner here, it is almost equivalent to actively exposing himself, which is equivalent to announcing to the official: I am investigating this matter, and I also have problems. This is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a knife, and if you are not careful, you may fall into a dangerous vortex.
Miss Bernadette's commission made it even more difficult for Graylint to investigate. Miss Bernadette provided a clue that his father lived on the east side of Cherwood, close to the Bridge District and the East District.
This was the border of the three districts. Without any definite clues, he dared not use the ritual to investigate the results in this place. This aimless search could easily lead to some guys hiding in this area.
Grallint remembered that there seemed to be several extraordinary organizations whose gathering points were in the Cherwood area, especially at the junction of the three districts.
Miss Fors and Miss Hugh had lived in the Cherwood District before. When Grallintrint had consulted Miss Fors about the extraordinary organizations she knew about, Miss Fors had emphasized that places near the Bridge District and the East District were dangerous. This was a warning passed down by word of mouth among wild extraordinary people like them:
This is the hotbed of evil gods.
It seems that there are two possibilities for Mr. Nero to live in such a place. 1. This place is close to the East District. Compared with the West District near the church and Hillston District, the rent here is almost half the price. If you rent it for a year, it only costs 30 pounds. 2. He himself is also related to the Beyonder Organization or some kind of evil god organization. Grallint remembered that Miss Bernadette used the word "crazy" when describing her father. There are too many examples of crazy scientists joining evil god organizations.
Before Greylint could continue thinking about what he should start with, he felt something unusual coming from his spirit, and a letter appeared in his pocket.
Grellint understood that the letter was sent to him by a messenger. Currently, only Audrey and Miss Fors could contact the messenger.
He naturally took out the letter from his pocket, and the familiar handwriting came into view.
I wonder what Audrey wants to talk to me about?
A hint of doubt flashed through Grellint's mind. After all, he had just seen him yesterday. He didn't know why he was looking for him today.
Dear Grellint,
Yesterday's meeting made me think a lot. Some words have been lingering in my heart. I always feel that I can't let go if I don't say them out. What happened during this period may be a dream for us. As a viewer, I feel the nostalgia for the past in your heart. No matter what, I always believe that everyone has their own stories and unspeakable secrets.
I really want to meet you again and talk about the confusion and feelings in my heart. Maybe just chatting, maybe it can help us understand each other more. When are you free today? We can sit in a familiar place, or change to a quieter place, as long as you feel convenient.
Don't worry, I just hope to hear your voice and see your face again. No matter what you are going through now, I am willing to listen.
Waiting for your news.
Audrey
Grallant stared at the letter in his hand, and repeatedly replayed the moments he had spent with Audrey yesterday in his mind. Did he reveal a flaw in front of her? Did his emotional loss at that moment make her realize how much he missed his hometown? Did those insignificant details reveal his true feelings that he had deliberately concealed?
No matter what, Audrey's concern still made his heart warm. It was a true friendship, even if it was trapped in a maze of lies and disguises, this concern was still real and pure, making him feel a little comforted in the cold morning.
At ten o'clock, Grellint showed up at the familiar place as promised. The moment he opened the door, his eyes immediately caught sight of Audrey sitting by the window.
The sunlight shone through the glass window onto her, giving her a soft halo, but also mercilessly revealing the hidden melancholy between her brows.
As if she heard the sound of the door opening, she slowly raised her head and her eyes met with Greylint's. At that moment, the sadness that could not be hidden in her eyes surged out like a tide...Chapter 100 UntitledTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2117 wordsUpdate time: 2024-09-15 17:30:08
This was the first time that Greylint had seen Audrey like this. Even in the original owner's memory, he had never seen her like this. This girl who was always optimistic about life seemed to be the most dazzling gem in Backlund forever.
Facing Audrey like this, Grellant didn't know how to speak for a moment. Audrey on the other side seemed to be immersed in her own memories, and had no intention of breaking the silence. The mist in her eyes quietly gathered, but eventually she couldn't help but let it slide down.
This was the first friend that Grellant made after coming to this world, and the only one who could make him put down his disguise and communicate with him honestly. At this moment, seeing this once optimistic and cheerful friend become so fragile and helpless, Grellant's calmness and rationality seemed to collapse in an instant. He seemed to have returned to that morning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a strange and cold world in front of him.
He didn't dare to approach Audrey at this moment, didn't dare to guess what she had been through, and didn't dare to comfort her, for fear that his words would make the girl in front of him even more sad. He could only stand there, feeling the unspeakable heartache and powerlessness.
In this quiet environment, Greylint could even clearly hear the sound of the pocket watch on his chest. The pointer was beating gently, once, twice... The regular mechanical sound seemed to be the only rhythm, guiding his disordered thoughts, but also seeming more cold and lonely in this silent silence.
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After an unknown amount of time, perhaps a quarter of an hour, or perhaps a century, Audrey finally broke free from that emotion. She raised her head and saw Grallant still standing at the door. There was no emotion in her eyes anymore, and she said softly:
"Lord Glint, I'm sorry that you have seen such an embarrassing side of me."
Facing Audrey's calm tone, Grellant's heart could not help but tremble. Even though Audrey had just pierced through all his disguises, he was still keenly aware of the subtle changes in her tone. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, as if Audrey was deliberately keeping a distance, returning their communication to the daily courtesy and etiquette. Grellant was very familiar with that feeling - this was the tone Audrey used when facing others at the banquet, polite, distant, but a little defensive.
Facing such Audrey, Grellant felt a sense of uneasiness and hesitation. He did not dare to approach, nor did he dare to break the delicate balance at the moment, because a strong premonition emerged in his heart: if he stepped forward, it seemed that he would lose something important. The fear of the unknown made him freeze in place, as if he was trapped in an invisible shackle.
Audrey seemed to sense Grellant's uneasiness and hesitation, and a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes. But this emotion was fleeting, and she blinked, as if hiding the vulnerability in her heart. In the end, she still made up her mind, and her eyes revealed a kind of determination, as if she was making some difficult but necessary decision.
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Backlund, Conqueror Avenue. After sending away the butler waiting outside, Grellint strolled alone on this bustling street.
This street is located in the most prosperous core area of Backlund, next to an ancient and solemn library. Conqueror Avenue is famous for its magnificent buildings and historical sculptures. The streets are lined with high-end shops, cafes and theaters. It is not only the cultural center of the city, but also a commercial intersection. Whenever night falls, the bright lights light up the entire street, as if telling the glory and honor of William I, becoming the most dazzling scenery of Backlund.
This is a place that Greylint is very familiar with. He has come here countless times since he came to this world, always with a purpose. But this time, he just wanted to take a walk, because he knew that maybe soon, this street would no longer be a place he often visited. To be more precise, he would never come here again because of a certain girl.
Grellant could no longer remember the specific process of his conversation with Audrey. He only vaguely remembered the deep sadness in her eyes when he first met her, and the distant courtesy when she spoke. He only knew that at that moment, he lost a good friend - the only friend who could really let him let down his guard.
In front of him was a bustling crowd. This was the heart of Backlund, and every day countless young men and women with dreams flocked here from every corner of the city. They longed for the day when they could gain a foothold in this prosperous place, blend into this brilliant life, and become part of Backlund's glorious scene.
Grellant stopped and looked at the crowd in front of him. Those busy figures seemed to be separated from him by an invisible barrier, and seemed particularly far away. Grellant's eyes gradually became cold and firm, and all the concerns and fetters in the past seemed to be thrown behind him. For him, there was only one goal left now - to find a way to go home.
He no longer hesitated, was no longer confused, and no longer indulged in the sadness of losing his friend. For him, these emotions were destined to be lost, but it all happened earlier than expected. The last bit of softness in Grellint's heart was completely wiped out by reality, leaving only cold determination and firm steps.
Now he is the perfect detective. Without any unnecessary emotions, no weak hesitation or confusion, his heart is like a precisely moving gear, calm and rational. Grallint has left all unnecessary emotions behind, turning them into a cold blade, pointing directly at the only goal. His mind is sharp and clear, and his judgment is impeccable, just like a perfect detective - cold, rational, and unshakable.
Audrey did not leave. She still stood by the window, watching Grallant walk out of the library. She saw him wave to the housekeeper to leave, then walked into the street alone and blended into the crowd. Audrey watched him silently. In the bustling crowd, that figure seemed particularly lonely and alienated. She watched him go from the initial confusion to his steps becoming firm, as if at this moment, he finally let go of all his weakness and hesitation and walked towards the path he should take.
Audrey followed Grallant's back with mixed feelings. She knew clearly that he had been deeply affected by the potion and had become a real detective - calm, rational, and lonely. He needed help, an emotional home, and an anchor to stabilize his spirit. But she also knew that this anchor could not be her.
Audrey couldn't bear to see another person wearing the face of a good friend and talking about the past. That strange yet familiar feeling stabbed her like a sharp knife, making her unable to get close to him and unable to give him the support he needed. She could only watch him gradually walk away, knowing that she could not be his salvation after all.