Chapter 363: Change (below)

"At first I thought we might catch a serial killer in the middle."
Ai Jinsi said, rubbing his hands anxiously.
"But in my opinion, this model of amputation seems to be more extreme. This is not a brutal murder or a madness after a mental illness. This is a specific and purposeful ritual."
"Why do you think so?"
The question is Bemis, the servant of Tevez, who was once a policeman in the Kingdom of Mettenheim and has extensive experience in murders.
In fact, he is proficient in handling procedures and is familiar with various operating methods, which is why Tevez recruited him as a member of the trial team.
Of course, another reason is his fierceness in battle, this is a cunning and brave fighter.
Atkins looked at him sideways, as if he were questioning each other's abilities.
"Due to the nature of the dismemberment, there are still dead bodies."
He ignored his skeptical eyes and turned to look at Tevez.
"In my experience, the Inquisitor, every serial killer hopes that he can be found, and hopes to be famous. He will show his killing with a free and open attitude and declare his power to surpass the public. He will be made by himself. Fear and fear and excitement...but these corpses were hidden with a lot of effort, which made me think that the killer was more interested in the impact of death rather than death."
"Yes, Secretary."
Temivis nodded, which is also his opinion. The murder of cults is usually hidden, so cultists can continue their work without being discovered.
"There should be other victims not found..."
The attendant Godwin, while cleaning his pistol, said casually that this was a creepy prediction that made everyone present.
"Cult murder?"
There was some vibrato in Agins's words.
"I came to see you because I was worried too, but you really think..."
"In many cases, blood worship teaches to cut off the victim's hand and tongue because this is the organ for communication."
Tevez spoke, and generally he rarely said this to ordinary people, because it would have a great impact on their spiritual world.
"The brain was dug out because the cultists had to ingest the spiritual material of their prey - or as you might say, the soul... in some other countries and regions cultists also dig away the victim's eyes... for example Ancient Spiritualism, Hespera Society, Night Crawler, etc."
Suddenly, he moved his face forward and pressed his right eyelid with his index finger, staring at the opposite Agins.
"...Look, the eyes are the windows of the soul. In fact, heretics often cut off the hands of their ritual victims and then wrote down their last words. The source of the ink that was squeezed out was..."
"The information is detailed enough, sir."
If Ai Jinsi quickly stopped him, he was already pale.
"These are obviously cult murders, chief."
Termius smiled and leaned back on the sofa.
"There is a heretical harmful cell in your city, and I will find it for you."
After a short investigation, Tevez immediately grabbed a detail-he would never ignore it.
The house where the textile worker’s body was found has been unoccupied for a long time, and no one has even been in or out. It was only when the workers laying the heating pipes broke through the wall that they discovered her body. It’s easy to draw a conclusion The person who owns the house key must be related to this matter.
A few days later, Tevez found the owner of the house, a demented old man who was dying in a nursing home.
The clue seems to be interrupted, but Tevez is a person who pays attention to the details. When he found that the nursing home volunteers responsible for the care of the old people's relics disappeared for a few days, he thought that he had found a new clue.
He immediately led the team to the slum area, and those who died were all residents of that area.
The slum area is actually the old town of Bilvia in Cadillac. This is a neglected, melancholic, bleak and poor place. Dirty pollution covers every surface, acid rain keeps on going, and all kinds of pipes are running all the time. There is no noise, the light is crawling on the street, and every stone in the building here seems to be rotting.
"on!"
The voice from the street corner quickly received a response. The judges' servants wore black coats and walked out of the dark narrow lane. Impre set his shotgun flat and fired at the heavy iron lock of the rusty gate.
Bang~!
A deafening gunshot echoed through the alley, punching a big fist hole in the metal.
Tevez kicked open the door hard and rushed in. The others followed.
Behind the door is a corridor full of litter. Several dirty oil lamps provide blurred lighting. A man sitting on a wooden table with his feet on his feet widened his eyes, and the psychedelic smoke hung weakly. On his lips.
Then, the second shot of the shotgun knocked him back, and the man's blood spilled out, and the whole person fell to the wall.
All of them bent over halfway to the corridor, and quickly walked through the scattered twisted metal and broken stones.
"It smells like a septic tank."
Godwin mumbled, and Tevez had to agree, when he approached a closed door, he suddenly pointed, and the two attendants quickly positioned on the left and right sides of the door, one of them kicked the door, The two rushed in at the same time, holding their shotguns flat.
The light beam in the alley cut through the darkness that could not be illuminated in front of you, some rodents hurriedly evaded the lighting, and the stench index had broken the table.
Tevez glanced at another empty alley, with another door in front of him, and an oil lamp overhead radiating a cold light.
"In the name of the Father, who wants to hide in such a place?"
Beth commented that he also added colorful curses.
"Of course those who don't want to be disturbed,"
Tevez responded sharply, then interrupted the conversation.
"Beth, I have heard enough of your complaints."
The servant whispered a few more words, and Tevez could only try to restrain his urge to hurt the big man.
Concentrating, he told himself to continue to move towards the door, and then he heard some vague sounds, shouting, he cursed.
Tevez lifted his heavy boots and kicked hard. The chain of the door had been rusted for many years, and the whole door fell inward.
"Who!?"
This is a huge square space, with sofas and chairs already lit, a low table filled with paper documents, beds and desks on the wall, and a temporary kitchen in the east corner.
A man in the distance of the room didn't seem to notice the sudden intruder, and continued to pour the liquid from the iron can to the table.
The other two men were lifting the window from the wall. One of them suddenly filled with fear, and quickly jumped into the shadow outside the window.
The other person raised a pistol, and his entire face was twisted by hostility~EbookFREE.me~ To die! "
The flame of the gun spewed out from the end of the short-barreled weapon. The bullet was evaded by Tevez. He took out a silver pistol from his arms and fired, bursting the opponent's head into a pool of blood clots. .
"Catch him, don't use a gun."
He instructed Beth with his mouth. The attendant nodded, and he quickly approached the man.
It was too late to wait for the other person to notice the strangeness behind him. When he turned around, Impre's thick arm was wrapped around his neck and fixed firmly. The man was dragged across the room, and then his face fell to the ground, his hands in pain. Fixed behind.
The man tried in vain to resist, so Beth pressed his back with his knee, forcing him to stick to the ground.
Tevez ran across the room and picked up a wet sheet of paper from the grease-soaked table. It was a detailed military deployment plan and data sheet. When he saw what was recorded above, he could not help cursing. .
"Quickly put out these fires! This place may burn down at any time!"
After greeting the attendants to extinguish the fire, Tevez walked to the captive who was suppressed on the ground, and twisted his face to himself. The man's face was deformed by hatred and pain.
"What are you planning here?"
He said softly, but the captive spit and anger was burning in his eyes.
"Inquisitor? What sign is this, I have never seen it."
Godwin said suddenly, staring at the captive's movement of shaking his head. The dark brown overalls on the other party's body were slightly damaged on the left shoulder, revealing a rough tattoo.
"this is……"
Tevez ripped through the men's heavy clothing and stared at the tattoo design: a demon head with antlers and screams, surrounded by corrupt bones and dead branches.
"...Windigo Church!?"