Bizarre Detective Agency: Chapter 877 One hundred and sixty-eight. Lu Li\'s believers

  Chapter 877 One hundred and sixty-eight. Believers of Lu Li

   "It is expected that the fog tide and the eternal night will continue for about three days... nonsense."

The young interrogator took away the newspaper and said dismissively: "My cousin in the navy told me that they all returned to the port to defend the port. The shells stacked in the port could almost drown the port, and so were the monsters in the fog. Not only did Te come back from above, he said that the cannons in the port were still going off. This disaster will continue for at least a week. Those monsters won't miss such a good opportunity."

   "Newspapers never tell the truth." His colleague leaned back on a wooden chair with his legs draped over another chair in agreement.

   "Not really..." The young interrogators spoke good words for the newspaper and even the upper echelons. "That's what the councillors at City Hall asked for, let the citizens know that the winter is going to last so long that they won't be able to resist coming out looking for food. There's chaos, the citizens are polluted, they're weird, they're bewitched by infidels, and bang- —”

   The young interrogator who spoke onomatopoeia and spread his hands to simulate an explosion suddenly heard a clear and dull sound.

  !

  The iron gate was knocked open.

   The young interrogator and his colleagues hurried to their feet.

"team leader!"

  Ballentine, who broke into the room, ignored their disheveled clothes and the fallen wooden chair, suppressed the rapid breathing caused by the journey and asked, "What about the prisoners of the Church of Shadows?"

   "They are still in the cell, nothing happened!" said the young interrogator with his legs together and his chest raised.

   "Did the interrogation reveal new information?"

   "Uh...not yet."

Even though the results of the interrogation were delivered only tens of minutes ago, the young interrogators knew that no superior would want to see such an excuse: "These filthy heretics have never been strong-willed...and we tortured them for a day and then continued to interrogate them. will die."

   "There's no time, we have to pry their mouths open immediately."

  Captain Ballentine looked at the alarm clock on the table.

   "What happened?" another interrogator couldn't help asking.

Ballentine didn't hide it and observed the expressions of his two subordinates: "The mayor is here. Someone told us to catch the pagans of the Shadow Church... The boss has lied to them temporarily, and we have less than twenty minutes at most. ."

  Two interrogators were both frightened and apprehensive at the same time-of course they knew the consequences of being discovered by the city hall of a secret operation.

   "Is there a ghost!" The young interrogator clenched his teeth.

   "I don't know... these are not important now." Ballentine retracted his deep gaze. "It is a fact that they were discovered. We must have information before they come."

"But--"

  Balentine interrupted his men: "It can only be broken with a special hand."

   "Special interrogation? But we have to apply to the Armory—"

"That's not it."

  Balentine interrupted again, walking towards the heavy iron door engraved with the ancient imprint: "Open the prison door."

   "Armor..."

   The subordinate pointed to the blocking suit hanging on the wall.

"no need."

  The iron door was slowly pushed open, revealing the silhouette hanging on the iron frame deep in the cold and damp cell.

  The edge of the cell is full of torture tools that will make the bravest strong man beg for mercy, heavy shackles are bound layer by layer, that chest bully, still breathing silhouette cloak has long been broken, and the body is covered with ugly scars.

   Most of these injuries were not theirs.

   is the self-mutilating belief of the followers of the Shadow Church.

   "A bunch of lunatics..."

   Ballentine, who saw this scene, cursed in a low voice.

   Pagan.

   has always been the most difficult and best to deal with.

   They ditch the crude, low-level raw power and use the tainted power of faith instead.

When the existence of their faith is alive and strong enough, every heretic is a walking source of pollution, and even the most trained Inquisition fighters exposed to the pollution will fall into the abyss with the raving babble, and the faith makes them Even death has a passion.

   So everyone prefers ghouls or Rhine maggots to the pagans, which can be solved with cannonballs and steam armor.

   Fortunately, the Church of Shadows is one of many insignificant small churches, and the "Shadow of the Maiden" of faith has disappeared for a long time - the Inquisition often deals with pagans and knows how to make them speak.

   But this time, the time was limited, and Ballentine had to resort to illegal methods.

   is more illegal than torture and special methods.

  Balentine turned to the outside of the dungeon, turned his back to the Shadow Church believers with their heads bowed, and said to the dazed subordinates outside the cell door: "Please let Mr. Lu Li wait a moment, we will tell him the news after the interrogation."

   He turned around and saw the outline on the iron frame slowly raise his head.

  Balentine made no secret of his contempt for the heretics and shouted: "The great exorcist has stepped into the dungeon, how long will you resist?"

The short echoes of    disappeared, Ballentine continued: "Silence is useless, Your Excellency Lu Li already knows that you attacked him."

   The voice fell, and a hoarse and obscure whisper slowly sounded in the dungeon.

   "That's not... we... we... won't hurt... Lord Lu Li..."

  The depths of Ballentine's eyes gradually became serious, and he continued to use a questioning tone of sarcasm: "Do you think we will believe it? Your Excellency Lu Li will believe it?"

   "We are...his people...and...his people..."

   "He? You mean Lu Li?" Ballentine asked subconsciously.

   But the believers of the Church of Shadow fell into a long silence, and Ballentine asked several times without getting an answer.

   He couldn't help but get closer, and found that the blood-seeking ferocious chest had no longer heaved up and down.

  Balentine wasn't sure if it was dead, so he got the information he wanted out of the dungeon, asked his men to call for help, and then went to the dungeon where another infidel was imprisoned.

   This time, he changed his tone.

   "A bunch of idiots, you should have told us earlier."

  Balentine stared at the awakened figure on the iron frame with mockery: "If you had known about the relationship between Lu Li and the Church of Shadows, you wouldn't have to endure all this hardship."

   "Lord Lu Li...?"

   This human cultist is in better condition and speaks more.

   "If it wasn't for Your Excellency Lu Li, I would have come to find you stinky fellows?" Ballentine continued sarcastically.

   "Does your lord know the truth..."

   The pagan tone contained surprise.

"exactly."

  Balentine remembered in a slow whisper in the dungeon.

   "After all, who would have known that an evil spirit could have something to do with the exorcist?"

   Humans are of course willing to give up their lives for their faith, but if they are companions, why should they sacrifice meaningless?

   "So can I get out of here...?" he couldn't help asking.

   "Yes, and soon, don't wait too long..."

  Balentine smiled and waved to his subordinates to close the dungeon.

   The slowly closing iron door gradually covered the pair of gaunt eyes that were calling for hope.

   "Is this all true?" The young man's mouth was dry.

   "'The evidence always surrounds the murderer,' doesn't it?"

  Balentine tells a proverb that all interrogators know.

   "The great exorcist was believed by pagans... The boss likes this information."

   (end of this chapter)