"Can you tell the difference between these and the ones he carries with him?"
Bislo closed a parchment scroll and put it back in its place while asking her.
"It's simple." Hitzfeld didn't even look up. "The one here was made in the lab, and the one he carried with him was made outside."
"Outside?"
"This should be... an important task assigned to him by His Majesty." Hitzfeld said, "By studying the blood in different races and species, he tries to analyze the mystery of the blood source. Perhaps His Majesty wants to gather blood for salvation in this way."
She tried her best to explain the matter in a neutral and objective tone, because if she remembered correctly, Bislo was also a fanatic of the Niang family, and criticizing this matter in private might arouse his suspicion.
Bislo frowned and said nothing. It was impossible to tell from his expression whether he agreed or disagreed with this matter.
"Anything else you found?"
"Nothing."
"Then let's go to the lab and take a look."
Following the male apprentice's instructions, they reached the end of the corridor, where they found a locked thick wooden door.
There was a thick chain hanging on the door, but the key ring was hanging on the wall. Bislo consciously took down the things one by one to try, and finally heard a click, and the lock opened.
There were not many cobwebs in the laboratory, but as soon as you entered you could smell a stale and corrupt smell, probably because the air had not been circulating for a long time, so the first thing Hitzfeld did when he came in was to open the window for ventilation.
Then she turned around and looked around, and the feeling was completely different from what she expected.
The imagined laboratory should be filled with gloomy and terrifying tones, just like the underground space of the Blood Temple. The ground and walls may be dark red, and they will wriggle, and eyeballs will bulge out from the walls from time to time.
But no - it's not like that at all. The laboratory of the high-level blood mage Luca looks too simple. There are light gray floor tiles that are dusty but elegant in color. There are blood bone tree tables and chairs wrapped in iron sheets on the floor tiles. The tables are filled with various bottles and jars.
Most of them are empty. Occasionally, there are things in them, but they are filled with unknown liquids at most, and there are no severed tissues related to the human body soaked in them.
This is really strange... Aren't the experiments he does scary? This place doesn't look as scary as a modern medical student's laboratory?
By this stage, Bislow was a little reserved.
Hitzfeld suspected that his "stillness" at this time was not out of respect for himself, but due to lack of professional knowledge - that is, he was afraid that moving things here would bring trouble to himself.
He just followed her all the way, watching her flipping through this and touching that, and asking from time to time: "What's the use of this?"
Hitzfeld would tell him, "It might be this or that," or "It's probably that or that."
She suddenly found it a little ridiculous - two people who were not very professional came here to investigate and tried to find some clues about the cause of the deceased's death from the field he was most proficient in.
Bislow is such a psychopath...I might as well be honest and tell him from the beginning that I don't know either.
Anyway, this place never needs detectives, so why make it so formal? I have a lot of things to do...
I have some regrets, but I can't say I regret it too much.
Because this was also her first time to go deep into the heart of the Blood Mage Guild. If she missed this opportunity, she didn't know how long she would have to wait to do so again. It couldn't be said that it was a waste of time.
"No!" He opened the last drawer and confirmed that it was full of empty cups. Hitzfeld sighed, "This is really strange. It seems that he didn't do the experiment here."
If so, no matter how clean you wash the things, you should leave some results.
For example, organs soaking in containers - those are actually drawn on the notes!
"Where else could it be if not here?" Bislow stared at her. "Didn't you say he was afraid of this place?"
"That's just speculation... Do you know what speculation is? I told you at the beginning that I'm not sure, but he must be afraid of something, otherwise the diary can't explain it."
Hitzfeld also became serious and insisted on finding out the reason.
Calling the male apprentice over again, Hitzfeld began to "torture" him.
"As far as you can remember, how many times has Master Luca come back?"
"Three times." The apprentice lowered his head and did not dare to look at her.
He had heard that Sister Hashem was also a top-notch ruthless person. Even the cruel Sister Tamo was easily killed by her. How could he dare to look at such a vicious woman?
"He never came back to live in Neptune City this time, right?"
"Yes."
"Has he ever come back to the union?"
“I came back once.”
"when."
“The day we first arrived in town.”
With a thought in his mind, Hitzfeld suddenly became alert.
He came here to see it the day he returned to the city...
During that time, he should have received a summons about the accident of Agor and others. Could it be that he thought of something based on his past experience, so he hurried back to the union, but did not return to his residence here?
What could have aroused his suspicion during that time?
Only Agor and others were assassinated.
In Luca's opinion at that time...it was understandable that the Mechanical Kingdom wanted to assassinate him as a hero of the Kingdom, but assassinating Agor seemed a little unreasonable.
At that time, I guessed that those people were planning to silence people to prevent the news of the Knight's Tomb from spreading, but now it seems that how can such a thing be prevented?
The blood-clearing map was most likely transmitted from Oujin City. In other words, many people actually knew about this!
At least there are far more than just those few people... What's the point of silencing them?
But this series of assassinations does look like an attempt to silence witnesses.
Why is this happening...
Agor, Theo, Marian, Luca... the union leader who had a conflict with Captain Shude also died. It seemed that the only thing these people had in common was that they participated in the plan together and knew about the blood-passing map.
What else do they have in common?
What else is there to cover up that is worth going to so much trouble to kill them?
As she thought about it, a somewhat absurd but indeed reasonable speculation emerged in her mind.
No way……
But if this is the reason, could it be that they...
Suppressing his shock, Hitzfeld tried his best to pretend to be in deep thought.
Bislo was a little anxious and urged: "Why don't you look for the sun?"
"What?" The girl was stunned.
"I'm talking about the sun." The governor of Neptune City emphasized to her, "The sun - remember? That sentence emphasized the sun. Isn't that why you inferred that the place it refers to is not the bloody hand?"
He said the sun...
Reflexively, the three of them looked towards the window.
It was Monday, and the sky was a little brighter in the afternoon. There were no walls blocking the view, but because of the thick fog, it was still a gray and rainy day, and no sunlight could be seen.
"Has the sun ever risen here?" Hitzfeld asked Bislow.
"Occasionally." Bislo murmured, "There are still a few days of bright sunshine in a month..."
"Normally, when is the sun's strongest?"
"Evening! The lower the sun is, the clearer it is. It shines brightest at sunset."
"Then we'll wait until sunset."
In order to see farther and distinguish the angle of the sun, a group of people simply went up to the top floor of the bell tower, squatted under a pile of intertwined gears, stared at the open blinds, and talked about Luca's deeds while waiting.
"What are his hobbies?" Hitzfeld asked the apprentice.
"What I don't know about the Master... I've only met him three times in total."
"There are always legends, right? What is his reputation?"
"This... should be good? Everyone says that he has been traveling for the Kingdom of God, which is very dangerous. He could have returned to Oujin to live a good life..."
Time flew by as they chatted, and when the first ray of orange light from dusk pierced through the dark clouds and fell, they realized that the time had come.
The others went downstairs, but Hitzfeld stopped them: "Wait a minute!"
Bislo and the apprentice stopped, not knowing what she wanted to do.
"Governor, come here for a moment."
"?"
Bislo was puzzled, but still followed her instructions and stood at the place she pointed.
"I have a question... Sister." He couldn't help but say, "If you want me to do something similar to what I did before, why don't you do it yourself?"
"Because I'm too short, and you're close in height to Luca."
That makes sense...but what does this have to do with height?
"Lie down and stare at the sunset and move your body backwards," Hitzfeld ordered. "Until they are put together."
It sounds strange at first, but there is a reason for it.
The sky of the Corrupted Blood Divine Kingdom is often covered with dark clouds and fog, which makes it impossible for the sun to shine through when it is directly overhead. Instead, it can shine from the edge of the horizon at sunset.
There is a muddy lake at the westernmost end of Neptune's City. When the sun sets, its reflection will fall on the water. At this time, the sun has almost set halfway below the horizon, which is why Hitzfeld said "until they are put together."
So that's what she was talking about, the shadow.
But why do we need to consider height and body shape?
Is it because of the different body shapes that the final positions are different?
Suddenly, Bislo broke out in a cold sweat.
He looked down at the densely packed checkered floor tiles below and vaguely knew what this mysterious nun was trying to do.
Chapter 159: Immortal Shadow 6k
While Bislo was constantly moving his position according to Hitzfeld's instructions, she was not idle either. She ran to the apprentice next to her and asked questions.
"What's the situation with this clock tower?" She pointed at the interlaced and rotating gears above, some of which looked particularly large. "Doesn't the Kingdom of God dislike this kind of thing?"
Steel, machinery... If I remember correctly, these are symbols of rebellion in the Corrupted Blood Kingdom. The bigwigs can use some of them due to their status, but that's just a little. They don't dare to produce steel on a large scale, and even the daggers they treasure are made of bone fragments.
This is a country driven by biomass. In such a country, the appearance of buildings with such a high mechanical content in the large cities above the ground is not normal in Hitzfeld's opinion.
"Well..." The apprentice scratched his forehead. Although he was not sure why the other party asked this question, he still answered honestly: "There were students who had this doubt before. Our teacher's answer was that this thing was a trophy."
"Trophy?"
"Yes, because there are rumors that the Sea King City was occupied by mechanical rebels a long time ago." The apprentice nodded. "During that period, the two sides fought back and forth fiercely. After the rebels occupied this place, they rebuilt the city in their own style. At that time, there were many steel-structured buildings, but after the Kingdom of God took back this place, most of those buildings were knocked down. Only this clock tower was preserved. As a trophy, it has an excellent symbol and commemorative significance."
He repeated his words so standardly, as if he was reciting the standard answers from a history book. It was this attitude that made Hitzfeld frown even more.
A special explanation has been compiled for this...Is this a natural development or was it intentional?
But it doesn't matter anymore. At least it proves that this place is related to the Mechanical Kingdom, which perfectly fits her current speculation. As for what will happen next, she will know whether it is correct or not after the results come out from Bislo.
"What is that?" Looking up, she found a mechanical lens as big as a football hanging on it.
It’s hard to say what it is. It’s almost just a bunch of parts, and the lens is just a component.
"It's probably a trophy." The apprentice didn't dare to speak nonsense and used various words carefully. "Uh... It seems that the rebels are studying astronomy? If you get closer, you can see farther and more clearly... I don't know the details."
"Have you ever used that?"
"no!"
"Has your teacher, or anyone you've seen, ever used this thing?"
“That’s not the case either!”
This question seemed to have no result, so Hitzfeld asked in a different way: "Who usually looks after this place?"
“I can’t say I’m a guard…” The apprentice scratched his head, “But as you can see, it’s very fast to come up the corridor just now, so if even Master Luca is too lazy to come, I don’t think anyone will come here.”
That means Luca is the biggest suspect.
Hitzfeld looked down at his feet and rubbed his shoe hard on the floor, leaving a clear mark.
The dust was very heavy. The apprentice was not lying. No one had been here for a long time.
"Sister! Come and take a look!" Bislo was already calling her.
