"I don't think there is any other possibility." Mrs. Xinlai shook her head and said, "They took the Red Tomato Garden from him and blasphemed the Holy Spirit he left here, so everyone living on this street is cursed. Mark and Brody died because of this..."
Hitzfeld opened his mouth slightly, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Excuse me, ma'am, are you saying that the culprit of this incident is the Newlenso Cathedral?"
"Who else could it be but them!" the young woman suddenly exploded, "It's all because they illegally took the red tomato garden from that factory! It went against his will! It's all because of them! It's all their fault!!!"
Once she got excited, the interrogation culture naturally became difficult to continue. Daisy began to soothe her and calm her down. Hitzfeld and the other two returned to the yard to discuss.
"These are two completely different statements." She looked at Ethan, "It seems there is another rumor in the local area - the Earl's will is a forgery."
"With such a large amount of assets involved, isn't it normal to have such a dispute?" Darent didn't understand why they were making such a fuss. "I think this matter is very clear... No matter who is lying, it is obvious that the count is coming back for revenge. Maybe he plans to kill all the children living on this street... Don't look at me, who knows if his temperament will change drastically after he becomes a ghost!"
"Your guess is totally irresponsible." Ethan said helplessly, "We are not even sure if it is him now."
"Then why don't we just confirm it?" Darent retorted.
"what do you mean……"
"Tonight, into the dream." Darent interrupted him again, then glanced at Hitzfeld.
"The arrival time is exactly Friday... Don't tell me you don't have this plan?"
"This is all we can do until we get more information." Hitzfeld did not deny it and nodded slightly.
It was already completely dark. While they were talking, they saw a black irregular object rolling on the lawn, which Lily rushed over and grabbed.
"Woof!" The big white dog ran back happily with the thing in its mouth, put it on the ground and stepped on it with its paws, then opened its mouth wide towards the girl.
"This is... the veil that someone tore off earlier!" Darent examined it carefully, with a look of disgust on his face, "Why are you such a disgusting dog? Don't bring back something like this!"
It was indeed a veil—it had been torn off by Mrs. Sinley when she had gone mad on the lawn, and it was still stained with powder that had solidified from her tears.
Hitzfeld was also speechless. She silently touched Lily's head and suddenly rubbed it frantically under its puzzled gaze.
"Woo woo--" After rubbing it, she chased it away, sighed, and began to doubt whether it was useful to bring it here.
As time passed, the night became darker.
Hitzfeld and the other two decided to stay at No. 14 with Daisy tonight. On the one hand, they wanted to help take care of Mrs. Sinlai, and on the other hand, this was the only house with enough vacancies.
It was a simple assignment. Sheriff Daisy and his wife slept in one room, which was convenient for night watch. Hitzfeld slept in the bedroom next door - the door was open, and Ethan and Darent slept in the living room on the first floor.
At first glance, this arrangement seems a bit dangerous, because it takes some time to rush from the living room on the first floor to the second floor, and it would be difficult to respond to emergencies.
But she didn't open the door in vain...there was a strong and tall Sheldon dog sleeping in the hallway.
With Lily's care, and the fact that she was not completely defenseless, she believed that she would be able to support the two of them no matter what happened.
"Good night, ma'am."
"Good night, Sheriff."
"Good night, Miss Hitzfeld."
After saying hello to each other, they turned off the last light in the mansion. Hitzfeld lay on the bed with his shoes and clothes on, holding the White Whale tightly in his right hand under the quilt, and holding the Ring of Desire on his chest with his left hand, and fell asleep little by little.
The familiar feeling of falling and pulling.
Opening her eyes from the gray mist, she sat up from the bed and saw a Sheldon dog lying at the door, nudging back and forth.
A layer of dark gray fog wrapped around its body, which was much thicker than the fog floating in the air, and there was a hazy light that kept changing back and forth.
That was Lily's spirit.
That changing thing is its dream.
Hitzfeld was a little surprised, she had never checked on Lily in the dream world before, and she had not expected that the dog's affinity for spirits was so high, to the point where it could enter the dream world and condense dreams within it.
"Lily~"
Walking up to it, she whispered its name.
"Woooo..."
The big white dog turned over and arched its butt towards her a few times, as if to say, "Don't disturb me."
Hitzfeld thought about it, then reached out his hand into the mist and stirred it around, forcibly dispersing it.
“Woof woof woof…!”
I don’t know what impact this had on Lily’s dream... In the last second, it was grinning and drooling, and in the next second, its body suddenly stiffened, its four legs flapped in the air, and it jumped up almost instantly.
Then it saw Hitzfeld smiling at itself.
"Let's go Lily."
The girl turned and walked downstairs.
"Hope we'll have some luck tonight."
--------
There will be a third update in the morning.
Chapter 9: Ghost's Warning to Pay Debt
The Sheldon was very upset that his sweet dream was disturbed, and he almost pushed Hitzfeld's butt all the way down the stairs with brute force.
"Don't mess around--" Standing at the entrance of the corridor, Hitzfeld blushed a little, turned around and pretended to kick it.
This stinky dog, with his head so high, pushed up just enough to squeeze the hem of her skirt between her legs. She didn't need to look to know how tight the curves behind her were, it felt just like a tights.
"Woof!" Lily dodged her feet, her hind legs did not move, and her two front paws began to jump left and right in extreme excitement, "Woof! Aaaah!"
"I'm not playing games with you..."
Hitzfeld was speechless and covered his head with his hands. "I was counting on you to catch the ghost, but your performance... It turned out to be a mistake to adopt you."
"Woof!?"
The big white dog's body stiffened and it was no longer cheerful, and both of its ears twitched.
"Why don't I leave you to Sheriff Daisy when I leave? I see you like that big eagle very much, so it's a good companion for you."
"Woo-woo~" The big white dog was immediately scared. Its ears drooped and it began to rub against her ankles, making a humming sound in its throat: "Woo-woo-woo~"
"Don't want to be left behind?" Hitzfeld looked at it expressionlessly.
"Wang!"
"Then be obedient and behave well."
"Wang Wang!"
After further discussing the rules with the Shelby, Hitzfeld led it around the corner. As soon as he came out, he saw two grown men sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at him with serious expressions.
"I..." Hitzfeld opened his mouth and his face began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The distance from the living room to the staircase was only a little over five meters. As long as the two of them had good hearing, there was no way they had not heard clearly what she had just said.
"I can't tell, great detective." Darent started to laugh. "On the surface, he appears to be so mature, but secretly he likes to talk to dogs."
"Hurry up." Ethan pursed his lips unconsciously, but he was still restrained and not as exaggerated as Darent.
Watching the two men get up and walk outside, Hitzfeld's shoulders slumped.
It’s over.
How did I ever think of speaking to a Sheldon in that tone?
It’s over, it’s over…Damn Mapus, he must have thought I was a childish guy!
"Woof!" Only the Sheldon dog did not understand the sudden change in the atmosphere. Thinking of "making up for its mistakes", it opened its mouth and wanted to pull the hem of her skirt when it saw the girl standing there motionless.
As a result, Hitzfeld quickly tore it open, and the hem of the skirt hit the dog's head, making it shake its head before it broke free.
"Wang?"
When he opened his eyes again, the girl with the gun had already walked several steps. He quickly followed her, carefully keeping a distance of nearly half a meter from her.
After going out, Hitzfeld found that the gray fog nearby was a little too thick.
You won’t see this kind of scene when you dream in Vien Harbor, as the dream ruins there are only covered with a “thin mist”. If it weren’t for some road sections being distinctively blurred and distorted, at first glance you might even think it was a real night scene.
But the ruins of Ferrington's Dream... the visibility is less than 10 meters.
She stood at the doorstep and could only vaguely see the backs of her two companions. They had obviously noticed the strangeness of the fog and were waiting for her at that distance on purpose.
"It's a little tricky."
Walking up to join them, Darent spoke first.
When he was doing serious work, he would no longer smile playfully. He looked at Ethan next to him with a stern face and asked him, "You've been to more places than I have. Do you remember any dream ruins like this?"
"Yes... but very few." Ethan also frowned. He took out his pistol and held it in his hand. While observing the situation on the street, he answered: "One is the gray fog sea area where there is no navigation channel. The fog there is wider, but also thinner."
"What about other situations?" Hitzfeld also held the white whale tightly.
"Other situations... are that the evil aura is extremely strong, and a large amount of dead spirits have gathered."
Breath of Death.
As a conditioned reflex, Hitzfeld immediately remembered the mystery of her left eye when it was first triggered.
It was below the cathedral tower in Blackwood City. She saw a large group of strange shadows mixed in the fog, as if there were thousands or tens of thousands of faces crowded together... It was a scene that was hard to describe even in a "nightmare".
"This street is not simple." Ethan said affirmatively, "Something is wrong... Brody Sinley is not the only one who died. His death alone cannot have caused the gray fog to become like this."
Although it is not very obvious, the gray fog will indeed grow stronger as it devours the dead souls.
Therefore, the gray fog in the city is always thicker than that in the wild, and the gray fog in the cemetery is always thicker than that in the city.
But here... there is no cemetery nearby?
Given the density of the gray fog in this area of Dream Ruins, at least twenty - no - almost fifty people would have to die here in the near future for such a situation to occur.
The three of them were on high alert and gave up their plan to act separately. They just stayed together and headed south from the end of Enling Road.
On the way, they saw one identical building after another.
The outline and specifications were exactly the same as Mrs. Sinlai's house. The gray mist wrapped around each small building was faintly green.
Hitzfeld knew that it was refraction.
The owner of the mansion falls asleep in it, and the halo of the dream is refracted through the gray fog, sometimes even forming a dream illusion around him.
Ethan walked in front to lead the way. He stared at the fog ahead carefully, walked and stopped, and occasionally took Hitzfeld and Darent to go around the middle of the street.
"Ordinary people's spiritual power is insufficient, so even if an illusion is formed, they cannot control it." He said softly.
"But it's still troublesome if you get infected... You may not even know you stepped in, and confirming the situation will waste a lot of our time."
"Does the watch here still work?" Hitzfeld asked.
"It works." Darent pulled out a watch from his arms and looked at the hands and gears that were beating normally.
The watches they were equipped with were all of special quality, with silver-grade flint powder mixed into the gears, enough to function in the gray fog.
"Listen to my reminder." Hitzfeld said again, "Dallent, you are responsible for keeping an eye on the time."
"I'm watching." Darent kept looking at his watch. "It's 11:35 now, 20 seconds to the minute."
"Lily."
Half squatting, he reached out and stroked the white fur of the Sheldon, then hugged its neck and rubbed it, then took out a paper package only four centimeters in size from between his fingers.
"Smell this."
"What is this?" Ethan also stopped.
"Powdered sugar," the girl replied.
"Scraped off that sugar ball."
"How is it?" She kept stroking Lily's dog's head and tilted her head to look at it. "Can you smell a similar smell nearby?"
"Woooo..."
The big dog started spinning in circles, wagging its tail, its nose trembling in the air.
Hitzfeld had no hope at first, but suddenly - the big dog turned into a white arrow and rushed out, running seven or eight meters away, and in the blink of an eye it was almost out of sight.
"Lily!"
She staggered to her feet and took two steps after him. Turning back, she was met with two equally shocked and surprised faces.
"Follow it!"
