In fact, it is still very unfamiliar now, but it is much better than before.
Just now, when she was pulling at the golden pupil, the girl gave her the feeling that she was not a human at all.
Especially when the knife hit something, the force transmitted back from the knife light... produced an extremely strong pulling sensation.
It was as if she had hit a terrible vortex that was trying to suck her in.
"Aisune," she breathed, "did you...see anything?"
"I saw it." Hitzfeld nodded slowly and vigorously.
"Control him first, and I'll tell you in detail."
……
“Buzz——!!!”
The noise was as loud as an electric drill, and it was almost deafening when felt up close.
This is a separate bedroom. Many wooden walls have been removed and the area has been expanded three times on the original basis. In the middle is a newly built operating bed, and next to it are many shelves, each of which is connected to a light bulb.
A group of strangely dressed guys stood next to this thing.
Each of them was covered with a layer of white cloth, just like the white ghosts in the Nightless Ghost Story.
Everyone was wearing a mask with a pair of glasses attached to the surface of the mask.
It is worth mentioning that the surface of these things is now covered with blood.
Such a strange scene might be enough to stop a child from crying.
"I can not stand it any more!"
One of the weirdos suddenly took off his mask, revealing Pippen's face that leaned towards a comedian.
"What the hell? ... So dissection is so tiring?"
"Do you think this is playing cards?"
The person opposite also took off his mask, it was Hem.
"I told you it was dirty, tiring and physically demanding work, but you just didn't believe it... You asked the captain for help yourself! I didn't force you!"
On the operating table was, of course, the body of Fair Lawrence.
The blood on their bodies was also stained during the autopsy process.
Now, they have made a large vertical cut in the chest cavity of this thing - similar to the way they cut a chicken breast - and the liver organ inside is clearly visible.
"No need to saw for the time being?"
Pippen leaned over to look.
Then he was pushed away by Hem.
Helplessly, he had to put on the mask again.
Even though everyone is dead, he is still guarding here tightly. I don't know what he is worried about.
Muttering to himself, he could only see the corpse through the distorted lens.
The chest cavity is a mess.
Many organs were broken and bleeding, some were shattered in battle, and some were pierced by the tentacles.
These roots are very strange. They seem to grow directly from his bones, and no one knows where their origin is.
Other...more horrific injuries were caused directly by bullets.
It was as if his left chest had been beaten into a briquettes, and the liver inside was completely a mass of rotten meat.
“There is progress.”
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Hitzfeld found a parasite. She said there were two parasites in total, one from the corpse's brain and one from the heart."
"It's Grimm," said Hem.
"That means the intelligence is correct. It is indeed related to these two organs..."
He glanced at the liver, which was completely rotten meat, and gritted his teeth slightly.
After being beaten to pieces like this, can flesh and blood still be separated for parasites?
What kind of monster is this...
"Which organ is the parasite in?"
he asked again.
"It's the heart."
"What about the brain?"
"I don't know. It seems that we are still investigating."
"Then let them hurry up!" Pippen complained, "If they finish early, we won't have to do this kind of work."
Their heads were facing the door as they spoke.
So he didn't notice a shadow emerging from the folded head of the corpse that was hanging to the ground.
It slipped into a person's trouser leg and disappeared in a flash.
Chapter 39: The Destruction of Amiren
During the confrontation with the fur traders, Hitzfeld did see things differently.
"You can speak now." Xia Yibing stared at the girl helplessly.
In order to have such an opportunity to be "alone" with him, they almost racked their brains.
Because no one else agreed with her being with Hitzfeld in private - they did hear the girl's previous warning and felt it made sense, and she should not have this qualification until she had thoroughly proved herself.
Even when they were stripped naked for a body search, there were female police officers watching them.
But Hitzfeld was unwilling to tell others what he knew because of the two notes.
She certainly didn't doubt Ethan just because of the second note, but if she had to say who she trusted the most in Ernak Town, it would have to be Xia Yibing.
Because of her repeated requests, these people had to temporarily build a private space for them according to the situation.
Still in the corner of the thatched house, where the girl originally lived. They got a few wooden boards and decorated a temporary small room there. Hitzfeld sat inside and Xia Yibing sat outside, with the door open to ensure that people outside the cordon could see the latter.
This way, they could simultaneously isolate the environment from eavesdropping and monitor the situation. Even behind the wooden wall of the thatched house, they sent people, and Zafira led the team personally.
"Before I answer, I want to know if Villefort said anything extra to you when you were notified to carry out this mission." Hitzfeld was very curious about this.
Speculation is just speculation. Even though she has always been confident in her judgment, it would be arrogant not to combine it with facts.
"No." Xia Yibing shook her head, but was very surprised in her heart.
She became alert based on the archives of the Death Tree, the current situation in the town of Elnak, and her own years of experience surviving in this system... Why would Hitzfeld ask such a question?
Was she beginning to doubt Villefort?
Although she now thinks that Villefort should still be on their side, isn't her intuition too sharp?
"He didn't say anything, but I personally think that he sent us here for a purpose, not because he accepted the order from His Majesty to abandon us." Xia Yibing sighed, "Although I don't have any evidence..."
For a professional secret police officer, the saddest thing must be that he cannot rely on evidence but has to make judgments based on intuition.
So insecure.
It is simply a denial of one's lifelong pursuit.
Xia made the same judgment as me, and it was also based on intuition.
Hitzfeld's one eye flickered.
In fact, it cannot be completely said to be intuition. Pure intuition cannot be trusted, but some things that you have not noticed - such as some professional experience, may disguise themselves as intuition at this time and subtly influence your judgment.
She has been with Villefort longer than I have, and knows more about him and the situation in Port Vienne than I do. It is not a coincidence that even such a rigid and cautious person has such an intuition...
Clenching her fists, she now felt more confident in her conjecture.
“I saw the extension of that nightmare,” she said. “It was the final scene of that nightmare, that girl… The Tree of Life.”
Xia Yibing looked up suddenly.
She had always thought that what Hitzfeld wanted to tell her was... how she confirmed and discovered that Tasm-Bissen was a parasite.
The result is this?
About that nightmare?
Oh...these two points don't seem to conflict.
She reacted quickly - they had already guessed that the little girl in that scene, "The Tree of Life", was also a Seed of Destruction. Since Hitzfeld could glimpse the extension of this scene from Tasm-Bissen, he must also be connected to the Seed of Destruction.
"That scene happened quite late in the story," Hitzfeld said softly. "It's a long story... I'll start from the beginning."
"In 1936, an experienced Shadow Lion agent received a mission to the north. He was asked to lead his team to garrison in the three northern cities of Amiren to prevent any form of evil invasion there."
"This is a 'big mission' that usually takes several years, and it's possible that he won't be able to return for ten or twenty years. So he received corresponding compensation - in addition to the necessary pension insurance, high remuneration, and protection for his relatives, in view of his years of hard work and dedication for the organization, he can also put forward an additional condition that is not too excessive..."
"Mr. Derkins, I request that my child, Doyle Heidegger, be admitted to the training camp."
Two people are talking in an office. One is sitting and the other is standing, showing their different status.
If Xia Yibing could clearly see the appearance and layout of this place from the description, she would be surprised to recognize that this was Villefort's office.
But the person sitting in the main seat now is not him, but an elderly gentleman with gray hair and wearing single-frame glasses.
"Think it over, Eric," the old gentleman said. "Doyle didn't inherit a miserable childhood like most of us... He has no motivation to do this well. I don't understand why you want to bring him into the Bureau."
"I swore an oath the moment I joined the Bureau," the standing man replied, "For the rest of my life, I and all my descendants must inherit that will, otherwise they are not worthy of being my children!"
"It's a good idea that you have this idea." Len Derkins, then director of the Sarah Department of Homeland Security, could only shake his head in the face of such a fanatic and reached out to take a form for him to stamp.
"take it."
"But pay attention to which kids he is competing with... I hope you remember to write him a letter to comfort him during the mission. We don't want him to be devastated in training camp."
"I will, Chief."
After leaving headquarters, the agent finally came into the sunlight.
He looks a lot like Ethan.
They are very similar, almost like they were made from the same mold. The difference is that he is taller and stronger than Ethan, and the vicissitudes on his face and his lips that are always tightly pursed also show that he is tougher than Ethan.
Instead of going home, he came to a monastery and stood with a group of other people, looking at the watch while waiting for the doors to open.
Soon the door opened, and led by several nuns, more than a dozen children of different ages came out and each found their parents in the crowd.
The same went for Eric Heidegger. He quickly locked onto a thin boy and watched him jumping towards him.
"Dad, I got full marks in Sister Lisa's assessment today!" The boy was delighted. "She praised me by name! She said that I'm not only smart, but also have better family education than others!"
"That's what I should do." The man did not comment.
He didn't hold his child's hand like other parents did, he just turned around and walked towards his residence.
The boy was not discouraged, as if he was used to this attitude. He followed the man like a puppy, bragging to him about his performance all the way.
Back home, the man sat on a chair and started reading the newspaper.
The boy consciously took the basket - which contained the ingredients he had bought early in the morning - and began to prepare lunch for the two of them.
His cooking skills were not great, at best they were edible. But compared to the food made by men, it was already a delicacy... Eric Heidegger never paid attention to the quality of food, and his concept of "edible" was different from that of ordinary people.
After dinner, the man called the child to his side.
"You have complaints." He judged affirmatively.
"I didn't!" the boy cried.
"You don't dare to look at me. This is your habit of lying." The man exposed him mercilessly.
"You've been bragging to me every day about how outstanding you are in the church school. You're actually blaming me...blaming me for not sending you to a normal school."
There are many kinds of church schools. The good ones are better than normal schools, but the vast majority are not very good.
The schools in the monasteries were considered “not that good”, which was normal as they were meant to provide opportunities for common people to learn to read and write. The nuns and priests were not professional teachers and they did not know much themselves, so the content they could teach was extremely limited.
