The man in the picture had no expression on his face, but under the influence of some assumptions, his face was rapidly becoming eerie and hideous.
But this change only lasted for a moment.
Then it was replaced by other pictures.
That’s the scene where the fat man says “I will never communicate with someone like Ferdinand again in my life.”
It was a scene of the fat man and Vesta roaring, "Just try and touch him! Just try and see!"
It was the picture of Ferdinand standing alone in front of the tombstone, looking back at himself, after Ferdinand's coffin was buried and everyone had left after laying down flowers and expressing their condolences.
There are too many scenes like this... They converge together into a faint warm current. Under their influence, the man on the platform is becoming more and more real, and his expression is becoming more and more meaningful.
Did he do it on purpose?
Is he warning me?
This warning is... three newcomers?
Pippen, Helm and Grimm, is there a reason why he put these three people into the team?
The brows are relaxed.
After thinking about it, Xia Yibing still maintained her trust in him.
But the situation is still very critical. At least what we need most right now, the method of distinguishing parasites, is not included in this information.
Then we can only start from other aspects.
"Ethan."
The letter paper moved down, revealing a weathered man's face not far away.
"About the Death Tree...about Amiron...do you know something?"
She didn't know much about Ethan.
This is also a major reason why the two are just friends rather than close friends.
All I know is that Ethan was already in this team before I was transferred to Team 17.
The other thing is that Ethan once revealed that his father... and even his entire family were buried in Amiron.
He did say "Amiron" at the time.
Rather than the "Northern Diocese".
"What are you talking about?" Ethan stared at her with a frown.
"I'm sorry, Captain. I don't quite understand what you mean."
"If you're trying to hint at something...just tell me what it is, okay?"
Chapter 33: Submission
Ethan Doyle's face looked a little strange to Xia Yibing. She suddenly realized that as a captain, she had never really understood the inner thoughts of this subordinate.
Ethan Doyle is a good man - this is the evaluation given by both those within the Security Bureau and everyone who has dealt with him.
He always behaved very modestly and politely...almost no one had ever seen him lose his composure. He had connections and friends in every department of the bureau, and his popularity was far better than Xia Yibing's own.
But no one really ever knew what he was thinking.
He never accepted deep treatment (any tampering with dream memories, even the smallest tampering), and always acted calmly and nonchalantly. He avoided talking about why he joined the Security Bureau and became a Shadow Lion.
In the rare occasions when it must be mentioned, it is simply dealt with with a description such as "all the family members died in an evil curse." No more details are ever given.
This is of course his right, and no one would think there is anything wrong with it. After all, as long as the doctors and dream weavers responsible for managing the agent's mental health are sure that he is healthy, no one would have nothing better to do than to explore other people's privacy.
But why didn't he show up?
If someone who bears the tragedy and hatred can keep their memory from being tampered with, and can continue to carry that nightmare... just like her.
Even if this kind of person is unable to master the power of the present spirit, he should not be limited to this level of ability.
Ethan will not appear.
His extraordinary talent was only enough to realize the basic spirit stage, which meant that he could escape into the dream world by relying on his control over spirits, but he had no other abilities.
However, this was just a suspicion that Xia Yibing had in an instant.
It's not abnormal for an agent to only know about Poltergeists. There are too many such people within Shadow Lion.
Ninety-nine percent of people cannot master the present spirit. Ethan cannot do it, but you can't think there is something wrong with him because of this.
After all, it was the affection accumulated over many years of getting along. Xia Yibing just looked at his face carefully and didn't ask any more questions. While handing him the letter, she turned to look at Grimm.
"Alex...you recalled some information about this thing before. Does that mean you heard about it a long time ago?"
In fact, Ethan just asked casually, with the purpose of covering up the abruptness and making Grim, the new member, feel more comfortable.
If the information Grim had revealed before overlapped with the files of the Death Tree, she might not have taken him so seriously. But Grim said at the time: The Seed of Destruction needs a lot of blood food during the awakening stage, so it may go to crowded places.
This information does not overlap at all with the content in the archival materials.
Think about it, this is a level nine file! He actually knows information that is not even recorded in the level nine file. How can people not doubt him?
Xia Yibing even firmly believed that Grim-Alex was the "backup" that Wilford specially gave her.
He must know something.
Pippen and Helm were both selected and assessed by Zafira through formal channels before being let in. Only this person, only he was directly transferred.
There was indeed very little content on the letter. Ethan had already read it and looked up at Grimm when he heard it.
The same goes for others. Although they have not read the letter yet and do not know about Xia Yibing's suspicion, this does not stop them from continuing to have expectations for Grimm.
This amnesiac Southwestern man (a general term for a race of people) does not seem to be as useless as he first appears.
"I... I'm not sure..." Grim was frightened by this scene and waved his hands repeatedly, "It's better not to count on me... My memory is always good and bad. Maybe the next time I can remember it will be now, or maybe... maybe I have to wait a few years."
“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, just keep your mind going and always think.”
Xia Yibing was a little disappointed, but she didn't put all her hopes on external forces.
"Mr. Blitt." She named Hem.
"Captain?" Hem stood at attention so quickly that his glasses slid off his face to the middle of his nose.
"I remember you said when you introduced yourself that you know medicine? And you can also be responsible for examining corpses?"
"Yes, Captain!" Hem puffed out his chest and glanced at the dazed Pippen as if to protest. "You can trust me with this task - I promise to complete it perfectly!"
"That's good. Listen, I need you to dissect Fair Lawrence's body as soon as possible. Just tell me how many helpers you need, and I'll have Anmi assign some to assist you."
"Ok!"
"Remember." She raised her finger. "Pay special attention to its brain and heart. Also, examine the people who died in that battle. Focus on examining these two organs in all corpses!"
"I remember!"
"Then let's disband." Xia Yibing glanced at the others, "After everyone has read the files, those who are willing to help Blit will join him."
"I'll give you five minutes to rest. Meet outside the hut in five minutes."
"We have to help guard that place, too."
Just like that, after a while, Hem went to mobilize people with orders in a very proud manner.
Pippen followed him with a shameless face, saying that he had never seen a proper dissection scene and wanted to see it with him.
Zafira took out a cigarette and matches from his pocket, squinted at the letter for a long time, and then noticed that there was still someone in the room who had not left.
"Ethan..." He opened his mouth, intending to ask him if he wanted a cigarette.
But to his surprise, the old fellow just walked out as if he hadn't seen him.
He was obviously thinking about something, so he ignored me.
He must be worried about Hitzfeld...
Zafira quickly understood why.
Ethan has never concealed his admiration for Hitzfeld, and everyone can see it.
If two people were walking side by side on the street, street vendors might think they were father and daughter.
Humans are social animals after all.
Even for a profession like secret police, you have to find some...
how to say.
A meaning of existence beyond revenge.
So Zafira just shook her head, continued smoking, and continued staring at the letter.
In the thatched house, Hitzfeld was huddled in the corner alone.
There were only two piles of straw around her, and the other people imprisoned in the straw house were unwilling to get close to it no matter how crowded they were.
This was not because they were gentlemanly enough to give her convenience, but because in just over ten minutes, someone spread the news that she was hit by the black soil.
It is true that the dirt that Fair-Lawrence sprinkled on the police officers was very dense and most of the police officers were covered in it, but Hitzfeld was definitely the one who was covered in the most dirt.
In other words, she has the highest probability of being parasitized.
In the face of unknown horror, any beautiful appearance is meaningless, which makes some people find her even more terrifying, and they look at her as if they are looking at a monster.
Hitzfeld himself was not affected.
She has a very good attitude... From the fact that she could say those words to Xia Yibing without changing her expression, it can be seen that she really did not put her own safety first.
This amazed the police officers guarding them outside. They occasionally gathered together to talk about her, and then showed expressions of pity.
Even if the seed is really in my body, I am not afraid. What are these people worrying about...
After being stared at like this for a long time, Hitzfeld became speechless.
The only pity she felt was that she was deprived of the right to browse the information of the Dead Woods.
She is a suspect.
It's suspicious. This kind of thing is definitely not something you can watch.
But she wasn't particularly worried.
Because she believed that the people in Team 17 were not useless.
She had never been so arrogant as to think that she would be helpless in handling the case without these people.
Hitzfeld...
She froze for a moment.
Hitzfeld...
This time it was confirmed that someone was really whispering her name.
later?
No...it's below!
She hugged her legs and buried her head in her arms. She used the angle to cover her eyes and looked to the right and back. She saw that the soil there loosened and a small tube emerged.
Made of metal.
She confirmed it immediately.
It should be L-shaped, so it can be drilled through the ground through the wooden wall of the warehouse. The other party is probably conveying a message to her through the pipe.
She was a little surprised because it seemed to be Ethan's voice!
What does he want to do?
He is a suspect and shouldn't have any contact with this side!
"puff!"
With a muffled sound, a ball of paper suddenly spurted out of the small tube.
Hitzfeld's face changed, and he immediately changed his posture, pressed the paper ball with his legs, and reached out to pinch it.
Chapter 34: Sinner
