Grant is a liar. He is in league with that thing, and they are looking for me.
I am going to hide at the base. It will be safe once the construction work begins.
Beware of the hillmen. They are monsters.
My body is feeling more and more wrong. What is happening to me?
Finally, written in messy, plain text from a loss of emotional control: "Save me, Donnie."
Exchanging glances with the officer, they both felt a chill in their hearts. In that moment, their minds had already outlined the experience of the reporter, Maya, catching a glimpse of an existence she should not have seen, subsequently becoming entangled with the mysterious, and spiraling toward a dead end in terror and panic.
Though his throat felt a bit dry, Lynch sighed and picked up the second letter found in Donnie's office.
I have hidden the items in the secret storage at home. These photos are very wrong; I think I saw something very eerie. I am going to find someone who understands this to ask in the next couple of days. If something happens to me, you must not touch them again.
Whew. The officer exhaled softly, squinting as she pondered. What exactly did she see? Grant, the hillmen, the monsters, are they all in league with each other? And what about her body?
I am afraid that the abnormal stench of rot is the problem. Lynch tossed the note aside and sighed, thinking back to the zombie movies from his homeland. I hope she does not turn into a rotting, walking corpse.
A zombie? The smell might fit, but those things do not write in code.
Heh, right, this is a mysterious world after all. Things really do occasionally crawl out of graveyards, they just are not contagious.
If nothing goes wrong, she has hidden herself in that 'base.' Lynch stared at his decryption, scratching his head. It seems like it is very safe there, enough to let her hide for a few months.
If she is truly linked to the mysterious, no place is safe. Officer Natalie patted Lynch on the shoulder from behind. You should know that feeling well.
I am still feeling it right now. Lynch rolled his eyes and said, So, that means she could still die at any moment.
Yes, so we must find her as soon as possible. Even if she is just an ordinary citizen, I cannot just watch her be eroded by the mysterious and die.
I feel that even more deeply. Lynch looked up and smiled at the officer. So deeply that I doubt I will ever forget it, especially those three requirements.
I will make you forget right now. The officer tapped 'gently' on Lynch's hat with her fist, flattening the top hat and physically inducing a bout of amnesia, but she still said with some worry, She likely still knows the secret behind the mastermind, Grant, and the hillmen. Regardless, we must protect her. The problem is, where exactly is this damn base?
I am afraid no one knows but them. Lynch tapped a word on the other translation. He mentioned home, and he hid the photos that might be tainted with mysterious filth at home. Our next step should be to check their home; perhaps we can find clues about the base.
Do you know their address?
Huh?
Lynch froze, immediately realizing he had made a mistake. He had come from a high-speed, information-driven era to this quasi-Victorian era, where there was no advanced personnel file system and information traveled much more slowly. He had to learn to adapt to this new pace.
Wait here, I will go ask. Officer Natalie left but returned shortly after, looking disappointed. Donald does not know either. However, the girl at the front desk knows the general district of Donnie's home. I will go back to the club in a moment and send people to scout it out. With any luck, we should be able to find the specific location in a day or two. Be patient and wait a few days.
That works. This is not a problem that can be solved in a hurry. She wanted to hide for months, so waiting a day or two should not cause any harm. However, we had best not alert too many people. I am worried about those troublemakers. Lynch pointed toward Donnie's office next door. I always feel like they did not come here to investigate a case; they just came to make trouble for us, and they did not even do a good job of that.
Hmm, I will be careful to keep it confidential. Officer Natalie copied a set of Lynch's translations and put them away. Are you coming back to the club with me? If we go back together, you can just take the two mysterious documents home with you tonight.
No, since I have some free time, I want to go see my client and borrow some materials from him. Then, I want to study the history of the mythical era this afternoon.
The Red Moon's?
And the great catastrophe at the end of the First Age. I cannot have someone ask me later, 'Whose Soul Severer are you, and how did she fall?' and then I have no idea. Lynch said with a troubled expression, If I actually answered like that, and that lady happened to wake up, I imagine that moonlight would blast me right on the head.
Heh, it is not that easy for her to wake up. You worry too much. The officer could not help but laugh. Still, learning more is good. Deepening your understanding of gods and authority will only benefit your future growth in strength and your depth of alienation. You go ahead, I will return to the club to arrange the search, and I will stop by your place tonight to drop off the Duke Vane gift so you do not have to run around.
Even though they had only known each other for four days, Lynch found that he was already chatting naturally with the officer about everyday matters, as naturally as if they were old friends of many years.
Perhaps it was because of the experience of facing hardship together, Lynch thought as he accompanied the officer to seal the office of the reporter, Maya, and Donnie, waving goodbye at the entrance of the newspaper office.
However, he immediately turned back; he had forgotten the real business.
He found the newspaper's business manager and took one pound from his seven pounds of property, which had not even warmed his pockets yet, to run an advertisement for a month.
Good news, good news! Lynch Levive Detective Agency is back in business, new address moved to 221 Villa Avenue, Crown District.
Solving all kinds of bizarre incidents, undertaking all kinds of special commissions. Frequently working with the authorities and deeply trusted by them, we are your best choice for solving trouble.
Heh heh, not bad. I hope the customers come in droves from now on. In the future, if there is a chance to meet those big shots again, I will ask to take a photo together and hang it on the wall of the agency. The primitives of this era do not know a damn thing about self-packaging.
With visions of the future in his mind, Lynch walked out of the courtyard of the Investigator newspaper again. He prepared to go to the Black Night Cathedral.
Carrying six pounds of huge wealth, Lynch naturally chose... to walk there.
Just kidding, he realized he had already spent more than ten pounds in the four days since he crossed over. At this rate of spending, the six pounds in his pocket would not last a few days. He had to save where he could, just consider it exercise.
Thus, under the eleven o'clock sun, a sweating Lynch appeared beneath the arch of the Black Night Cathedral.
As soon as he entered, he realized something was wrong. The security here had been significantly tightened since he came yesterday, and he encountered quite a few burly men along the way who were clearly guards.
However, these people ignored him completely. They took one look at him and let him walk straight into the chapel, where he was led by a priest into the guest room he had sat in yesterday.
He had only been sitting for a few minutes when the door opened again, and two old men walked in.
One was the smiling Archbishop Trinlais, and the other made Lynch stand there stunned with his mouth hanging open.
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