Although... right... a truly extraordinary person is not necessarily very strong.
For example, Ethan looks no different from an ordinary person.
However, the strong ones among the extraordinary people, like Xia Yibing, when they reach the level of spiritual manifestation, their advantages will experience explosive growth.
The knife named "Changxia" cannot cut iron like mud, but it can kill nightmare monsters like chopping melons and vegetables.
Hitzfeld has always believed that a cool head is more important than strength, but if one can have power...which fool would refuse it?
"I said no, I'm sure you won't believe it." Alfred glanced at her.
"So I tell you clearly that this method exists, but it will turn you into a monster."
"Without exception?"
"Without exception."
Hitzfeld sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Because nightmares haven't existed since ancient times," Alfred comforted her. "They've only appeared in the past 200 years... Humans simply haven't adapted to coexisting with them. Forced methods of improvement all come at a price."
"However, short-term improvements are not acceptable, but long-term ones with fewer side effects can be considered."
"What should we do?" Hitzfeld became energetic again.
"Lilith must have left a lot of notes for you." Alfred looked at her meaningfully.
"You can flip through the pages later... I can only remind you that it's related to incense making."
Hitzfeld was sent back to No. 221, and the cleaning of the living room was completed.
Hitzfeld searched through the boxes but could not find any notebooks that recorded the relevant methods. He suspected that they were more advanced notebooks, and he had not brought those notebooks to the capital.
She decided right then and there to write a letter to Darent and ask him - or someone else from the Wheel of Fortune - to bring the stuff over.
Anyway, he was the one looking after the house now, and most of the Dawson Literary Society's heritage had been loaned to the library, so she didn't mind them peeking.
When I was halfway through writing, the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, I saw a tired pretty face.
Hitzfeld considerately brought the black-haired female detective to the bedroom, poured a cup of hot water, added honey and stirred it, and brought it to her along with half a cup of milk.
"Thank you, Hitzfeld..."
Xia Yibing took a sip of honey water and regained some energy.
"Is the situation bad?" Hitzfeld sat on the bed and looked at her.
"It's not good anyway."
Xia Yibing shook her head.
"With evil spirits causing chaos, the royal family's control over the country is gradually weakening. I don't know if you have heard of the Thorn Birds Alliance... It is a chamber of commerce organization formed by the great nobles across the country. On the surface, it is for the purpose of facilitating trade, but they can control the prices of a large number of resources such as ore and crude oil to a certain extent. To be honest, I hate them very much, but I have to admit that the kingdom cannot do without them for the time being. Now the death ticket case continues to curse the key figures of the Thorn Birds Alliance. Not only are the nobles extremely dissatisfied with the royal family and the Security Bureau, but their deaths themselves will have a huge impact and cause turmoil in various fields."
"Is there still no clue in the case?"
"Except for the new clues Tariq found, there are no more breakthroughs..."
"They have set up a new investigation team to investigate your attack. It will probably be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. You may need to go again and be investigated with Director Villefort."
It can be seen that Xia Yibing is really tired.
After all, she always spoke concisely, and it was the first time that Hitzfeld heard her finish a long complaint in one breath.
From this perspective, not only is Shadow Lion in chaos, but the entire Wayne is in chaos.
Hitzfeld thought about the letter.
Really... She didn't even have time to read what Villefort wrote. She was immediately sealed and taken away by Shadow Lion's men.
"The new clue that Tariq discovered is the black and white picture inserted in the electronic scoreboard." Hitzfeld mentioned, "What is that?"
"There stood a giant white figure in the pitch-black picture."
Xia Yibing gave her a brief description.
"But the giant's body is only half, and I don't know if it's only half or if it's obscured by something."
giant?
Hitzfeld also frowned.
Judging from this description alone, it would be difficult to find clues from this strange image alone.
"Is it possible to start with spirit possession?"
She asked again tentatively.
"After all, there shouldn't be many people who know how to possess spirits, right?"
"As long as we lock on to these people and investigate them one by one, at least we won't be completely clueless..."
"You thought well, Hitzfeld."
Xia Yibing amused her.
"But I tell you clearly that there is only one person in the whole of Sara who knows how to possess spirits."
"Who?"
"Grest."
"Ok."
Hitzfeld sat back in dismay.
Shadow Lion, the royal family, the library, so many people can't all be fools. Since Grace can still move freely, it means he is not a suspect.
And he has no motive. What's the point of someone of such a high status playing such a killing game?
So the murderer couldn't be Grace.
But this also brings up a new question, which is -
"Since Principal Grace knows how to possess spirits, why not ask him to assist in the investigation?"
Hitzfeld looked at the woman with confusion in his eyes.
"Oh."
Xia Yibing just sighed.
"I've had similar doubts, but how should I put it..."
“Who knows what those big shots are thinking.”
Chapter 34: Happy Darent
Xia Yibing's behavior made Hitzfeld feel happy that she chose to come to him to express her emotions when she was most sad and troubled.
She didn't know why she was happy, but she just had a feeling of... well, being trusted. When this feeling burst out, it filled her heart and made her feel very comfortable.
But this is only on a personal level.
After Xia Yibing left, she spent the whole night trying to piece together the clues and look for any missed information, but in the end she gained nothing.
Here, Hitzfeld especially couldn't understand why no one asked Grace to participate.
He is a strong man who can use the "Spirit Attachment" technique.
A riotous spirit is a restless spirit.
The present spirit is the manifest spirit.
According to this naming rule, spirit possession should mean... the ability to attach spiritual power to an object, and be able to provide detailed control even if it is far away.
Those tickets fit the bill perfectly.
Isn’t the solution very simple?
Since Grace knows, let's ask him to come and see. Maybe we can follow the information left by the murderer in the dream world to track him down?
But they don't invite.
I've been searching so much that my brain is about to explode, but I just won't ask.
This does not seem to be able to be simply explained by "there is a conflict between the Department of Homeland Security and Pusilint."
This is impossible. Even if there is a real conflict, the royal family will not allow this to happen.
"Unless there's something wrong with Grace's body...? He can no longer use certain powers?"
Hitzfeld was shocked at the thought of this possibility.
If this is true, it would definitely be a big secret.
It was the kind of secret that would cause panic if spread, so it would be best for her not to reveal this guess.
Of course, it could be that she was overthinking it.
Maybe Grace was already involved, but it wasn't discovered yet.
This kind of thing is embarrassing for both sides. Xia Yibing's rank is not high in Shadow Lion, so it's not surprising that she didn't know.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair.
Listening to the faint cheers outside the window.
Everlasting night.
Mechanical Yang.
It seems that even in Wayne, even in a place with the protection of Jiyang, there are still shadows.
"The next goal is to... get clues from Ferdinand while looking for ways to improve spiritual power from Madam's notes."
Turning to the page where the health card was located, the girl narrowed her one eye.
"Wait another three weeks."
"According to the timeline, the sixth curse killing will occur in the fourth week."
"If you can't break through within three weeks, go to the library."
"Maybe they'll find a way."
……
Three days later, Hitzfeld received an order and returned to the Internal Audit Department.
Here she truly got to know Battista Villefort, who apologized to her for the poisoned letter and expressed his willingness to give her a certain amount of financial compensation.
Of course, Hitzfeld politely declined this.
As for the content of the letter, that is, the purpose of his writing the letter——
"That's right, Hitzfeld."
Baptiste Villefort is a slightly overweight man with a worrying hairline, so he wears a hat even indoors.
"The reason I'm looking for you is because someone is temporarily unable to spare the time, so he came to me and asked me to tell you something."
This wasn't hard to say, but he spoke it haltingly, as if just saying it was a huge bother.
It felt like he didn't want to help from the bottom of his heart, but after thinking it over he decided to help.
There shouldn't be many people who can make the dignified Director of Shadow Lion so entangled, so Hitzfeld immediately guessed -
"Is it Dean Ferdinand?"
"It's him."
Villefort breathed a sigh of relief, and his chest sank like a balloon that had been popped.
"He asked me to tell you that you can go to his house next Saturday and Sunday. He has something to discuss with you."
"Did he say what it was?"
"No - I sincerely advise you not to go, really...I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted as to help this damn guy write this letter!"
"...Mr. Villefort." Hitzfeld asked as he looked at the copy of the letter.
"what?"
"Can I ask what disease Dean Ferdinand has?"
