"New question." This time he turned to Sheriff Rand. "It was in the living room of the Weir family. From what I've described, it should have been the moment when you called people in for questioning. Otherwise, civilians wouldn't have had a chance to enter the house... But I never heard you say that this person was among the crowd at the time?" "I really haven't seen him!" He looked at Sheriff Rand, who turned to Mike and forced the young police officer to raise his hand nervously, "I swear to the goddess, no one who came in at that time was dressed like this!" "That shouldn't be a problem with my memory." The sheriff went back to look at Ethan, "I don't have any impression of this person either." As a result, the eyes of the four adults in the living room turned to Hitzfeld. Then it could only be her problem. "Clairvoyance?" The girl heard Sheriff Rand mutter softly, then she quickly glanced at her lady and shook her head slightly. The lady was also at the scene. If what Hitzfeld saw was evil and weird, then there is no reason for her to be indifferent to it. The Hitzfelds were completely numb. If it were possible, she would not have wanted to tell this lie in the first place, but now she is in a difficult situation and has involved herself in such a strange case. "lady."
Ethan took a breath first, then whispered, "Did you do that kind of test on her after you picked her up?" "No." The lady answered simply, "I no longer take students like that." "Okay." Ethan stood up and rubbed his hands together nervously. "Then do you mind...if I test her here?" "Please." The lady raised her head slightly. "But I'll be frank with you. No matter what the result is, I will never let you take her away again." "I know." Facing her gaze, Ethan felt awkward, even a little embarrassed. The gentleman who had been trying his best to maintain his manners since they met took a step back and turned his face away, somewhat afraid to face that look, and just turned to look at the girl: "So, Hitzfeld." "Can you come with me for a moment?" …… They borrowed a vacant room on the second floor. Hitzfeld saw Ethan lock the door. She pinched the hem of her skirt a little nervously. This was all she had in her hand - now she understood why pinching the hem of a skirt was a natural move for most girls when they felt embarrassed. "What do you want to do to me?" She stood behind the bed nervously, with an aisle between her and Ethan. "take it easy." Seeing her frightened look, Ethan was amused again.
Hmm...did she choose that location on purpose so that it would be easier for her to escape by jumping out of the window? But the window bars are still locked... Ah, then maybe she wants to use the bed board to get around. If I jump on her, she can slip under the bed and escape... A very cautious and smart girl. This was Ethan's entire impression of her for the time being. "It's just a test... It won't cost you your life, and I won't ask you to agree to anything while you're half conscious." Taking off his gloves and hat, Ethan simply sat on the bed, posing in a friendly manner. "You were rescued by the Madam. Although you lost your memory, you soon encountered those unusual things. So you should know that there are extraordinary powers in this world." "Yeah." The girl responded dryly. "Madam must have explained the details to you. I can't tell you more than that..." The man changed the subject: "But I can do one thing on behalf of my wife, which is to test your extraordinary talent." "Extraordinary talent?" "You have been practicing shooting these days." Ethan's eyes fell on the girl's white silk ankles, and as if he could see through them, he moved up along the curve of her skirt, staring at a certain position in the middle of her thigh. "..." Hitzfeld had an illusion that he seemed to know what was tied there. "But guns are our last resort." Ethan turned his gaze away and stared at her exposed right eye. "The best way to deal with evil spirits is never to fight them head-on, but to discover them in advance and eliminate them in the bud." "And this requires actively allowing consciousness to enter the dream world. Whether or not one has this talent determines whether or not one is qualified to join us." "to join you guys?" Hitzfeld frowned slightly. She had a feeling that Ethan seemed to be planning to "show his cards" to her. "I believe you have already guessed it, so..." "Please introduce yourself again." The thin man stood up again and bowed to her casually but elegantly. "Sara Kingdom, secret police force, 'Shadow Lion', Team 17, deputy captain, Ethan Doyle." "People who hate but adore me call me Doyle." "Those who turn their hearts toward the sun call me Ethan."
He said this in a joking tone, with a kind smile on his face. "So... the mysterious Miss Hitzfeld~" "Not only will we not hurt you in the slightest, we will also do our best to protect you." Chapter 15: The Broken Road Ethan thought that this cool show could quickly gain the girl's trust. But Hitzfeld... She had experienced too many incredible and strange things in a short period of time, and she would never trust someone so easily and ask him to produce official documents to prove his identity. "Is this your detective ID?" Playing with a small black leather booklet that looked like a passport, Hitzfeld asked in the tone of an interrogator. The cover of the small booklet is printed with a rose using the intaglio method. The petals show a gradient from bright red to dark, which seems to have a dynamic effect, as if a red rose is disappearing into the darkness bit by bit. There is no dyeing on the back, and a lion is printed in the same intaglio method. There is a line of characters under the rose on the front: Strategic Homeland Security Bureau of the Kingdom of Sara. When I opened the booklet again, the contents were similar to those in my passport. And for some reason, Ethan's black and white ID photo looked much more rustic than he actually was. "..." Hitzfeld could hardly hold back his desire to complain. "You know... even though we are the secret police, we can't just print these words on our ID." Ethan took back the notebook, and the smile on his face was a little stiff, "...That looks too rustic." "I agree with this view point." Hitzfeld nodded seriously. The two looked at each other, their expressions relaxed, and the girl even raised her lips to reveal a slight smile. Mrs. Greeley and Sheriff Rand were willing to let Ethan live with them, which was actually a double endorsement. He was definitely not a bad person, and being wary of him was just a habit I had developed during this period. But after a short time together, she found that this person was quite interesting... so there was no need for her to keep a stiff face anymore. After all, she really wanted to know whether she had the talent of a superhuman and whether she could become one. "what should I do." New tension quickly set in, as Hitzfeld recalled the first time he was taken for an injection as far as he could remember. The girl in white is very gentle and beautiful, but she just feels scared. It was pure fear of the unknown. "Don't be nervous, it's just a simple test..." Seeing her relax, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and took out a thing from his arms that looked like a round box of a classical bubble bubble. Well, it was more like the ointment box that Xiali taxis liked to put on the front desk in the early years. Ethan pinched the lid and twisted it, and the hollow inscription on its surface adjusted to the corresponding position, releasing a faint dreamlike fragrance. Hitzfeld had never smelled anything like it, but she felt comfortable being surrounded by it.
It was not strong and would not make people feel sick or allergic. Breathing the air mixed with fragrance made her brain feel clearer and her thoughts moved more smoothly. "This is an auxiliary method." Ethan introduced, "I know you are curious about this power, but I'm afraid you are more afraid of it, so before testing, I will explain the principle to you." "Okay." There was no reason to refuse. “Don’t treat the extraordinary as gods.” When he said this, Ethan's expression was very serious. "Even if he is the greatest extraordinary person, relying only on his flesh, he can't do more in reality than a mercenary who has returned from hard work. We are more likely to let ourselves enter the dream world, carefully investigate and explore those strange existences in the dream world, and then after returning, we will target the entities of those things based on the intelligence and information we have investigated." Is it an illusion? The girl pursed her lips. That sounds... a bit too cowardly. "Don't think that this is overly cautious." Ethan's expression became more serious. "What do you think the dream world is? There are countless eerie and terrifying things sleeping there. Some of them can kill you just by looking at you! Even walking around there requires extreme caution! This is not a detective game!!" "I see." Hitzfeld took a breath and straightened his expression. "Then I think I'm ready." "What's next? Are you going to guide me in some way..." "To the Dream World." Ethan nodded, "It's Poltergeist." For some reason, he had a bitter smile on his face: "In fact, this is what supports me and makes me still have hope for that mythical era. Because besides Xie Yang, this is the only evidence that can symbolize that we were once blessed by God." "Sit in front of me." "Close your eyes." "Relax your body." “Free your mind.” He began to instruct the girl step by step, and the girl followed his instructions. "Next, I will use my 'spirit' to guide you. If your mind is strong enough to 'manifest', then following my guidance, you will be able to float to the realm of dreams easily." "Remember! Listen carefully! If you succeed, you should feel like you have passed through a barrier and entered another world. Once you have this feeling, do not hesitate or be nostalgic. Come back along that road immediately!" "I'm ready." Hitzfeld nodded. The violent heartbeat gradually subsided, and she tried her best to empty her mind. But it is too difficult. As long as she closed her eyes and thought less, the cemetery next to the manor would reappear in front of her eyes, and she would see pale tombstones with familiar names engraved on them one after another. [It’s you…] [You opened the Pandora's box...] [You killed them...]
Killed them all... That furtive whisper seemed to be back again. They became more numerous and began to gather together, forming a volume even louder than the previous "whisper" level, constantly whispering and lingering in her ears. Is this an illusion? Or is it my subconscious? Hitzfeld frowned.