But speaking of watching... Leng Qing secretly lifted her blindfold, closed her right eye, and looked at the street lights with her left eye alone. The scenery has indeed become a lot more blurred. Vision may be reduced. My left eye was replaced by a tattered eye that had been lying in a box for who knows how long. It seemed possible that it had become a myopic eye during the extremely long period of time before. Just as Leng Qing was composing this thing with black humor, she heard the sound of the iron gate opening and saw a swaying figure standing outside. "Madam!" A young man in a dark gray police officer's uniform ran up to help Mrs. Glee open the door. "This one is... Oh! It must be the Hitzfeld they were talking about!" The young police officer nodded at Leng Qing, then shifted his gaze away from her and looked at Mrs. Glee again. The girl's looks were outstanding, and even wearing an eye mask did not diminish her beauty much. Instead, it made her look even cooler, making people want to pity her.
If it were normal, he would definitely look at Leng Qing a few more times, but now is not an ordinary time, "eye-catching" is far less important than "practical". "This is Mike." The lady briefly introduced Leng Qing. The group did not say anything more and quickly rushed to Old Weir's house. The Grie family and the old Weir family were neighbors, and the journey took no longer than Leng Qing's walk from the yard to the front door. She followed Mike and Mrs. Grie silently to observe the surrounding environment, and saw that the archways on the street were lit up here and there, and some people with different clothes and haggard faces appeared on the street, gathering in groups of three or five, pointing and talking in this direction. The crowd surrounding old Weir's house was even larger than this. More than a dozen people were blocking the gate of the yard, most of them were dressed in civilian clothes. More than a dozen people filled the hall on the first floor, all of them were police officers. When Leng Qing went in, she happened to see a broad-backed man standing up from the ground. Judging from the toes exposed in front and a dark red mark spreading on the carpet, it was most likely a corpse. "Good evening, ma'am." The man turned and greeted them. "You did a good job, Mike. It was faster than I thought... Even better, the lady and this young lady were not hurt, so it is basically certain that this is the only victim." He must be the Sheriff Rand that Mike mentioned, Leng Qing thought. Like Mike, this man was wearing a dark grey police uniform and a big cap. But he also wore a brass shield badge on his chest. Because the room was dark and his body was always shaking, he couldn't see the specific pattern engraved on the badge. These people seem to respect the lady very much. Looking around, Leng Qing noticed a team of police officers standing in the room, including the one wearing a badge, who were all quite respectful to the lady. She didn't quite understand... It was understandable that funeral directors were respected by everyone because they were responsible for seeing the deceased off on their final journey, but this was a murder case that involved evil and bizarre elements! The fact that a group of police officers representing official power were invited to help immediately after the incident made her feel more and more that Mrs. Glee was more than just a funeral director. "What I don't quite understand is that you brought Miss Hitzfeld with you." Sheriff Rand raised the brim of his hat so that he could remember Leng Qing's image more clearly. "Is it because you're afraid that she might get into an accident if you leave her alone at home?" "On the one hand, yes." The lady continued speaking in that calm tone, "On the other hand, she has already experienced it." Leng Qing felt that the atmosphere around her suddenly turned cold.
"It was a young nightmare, about 450 pounds, and it managed to sneak through the window bars and into the house, but she killed it with a Prang gun loaded with silver bullets." "..." Leng Qing could almost sense the shocked gazes of the police officers with her hair. "Oh!" After a brief silence, Sheriff Rand shouted exaggeratedly. "That's right! ... Well, that's true. She has the right to stand here." "Is the body still there?" He followed to confirm. "It's in the bedroom on the second floor. I'll take you to see it after things here are initially finished." Suddenly, Leng Qing felt that everyone's perception of her changed instantly. If the gazes she received before contained a lot of "doubt" and "curiosity", now, the feeling that most of the gazes gave her was "respect" and "recognition". It's similar to the respect they have for Mrs. Gulliver. It also seems to imply that "Mrs. Glee did not choose the wrong person." What the hell? She was confused. She once thought that a funeral apprentice only needed to learn some funeral-related knowledge. Does she have to learn how to fight those monsters? "Did you invite me here or do you want me to assist you like before?" Mrs. Glee began talking to Sheriff Rand. "Yes, after all, you are one of the few experts we can find on these things." "That's too much. I just have more contact with evil spirits because of my job. If it's a situation I haven't encountered before, I'm afraid I can't help." "No problem... No problem - if that's the case, we are definitely not qualified to handle it. In fact, I have already contacted Wayne Port and hope they can send a specialist over..." Sheriff Rand took off his hat and wiped his sweat, then continued in a very low voice: "After all, this is the third time..." Mrs. Gree stretched out her hand to signal him to move aside, then half-crouched down from his original position and looked carefully at the corpse on the ground. Leng Qing took a few steps forward and stood beside her. She was too embarrassed to squat down, but this distance was almost enough. She began to follow and observe the body. To be honest, it's pretty miserable. The deceased was wearing a dark brown nightgown, with nothing underneath. His skin was covered with all kinds of bruises, whip marks, and collision wounds. Even someone like Leng Qing, who knew nothing about criminal investigation, could tell that he must have been tortured for a long time. But what was truly fatal was not these minor wounds, but the dozen or so deep knife marks that crisscrossed across his chest and abdomen.
She looked at the face of the corpse, which was a very old man's face. Considering the name "Old Weir's", the deceased should be the owner of the house, the old widower she had heard of from her wife, who liked to smoke and whose son joined a gang. Mrs. Gree seemed to have finished her inspection. She stood up and looked at Sheriff Rand. "It looks like just an ordinary homicide." The other party knew what she meant and spoke immediately. "But the door was locked when the incident happened. We tried every door and window before breaking the front door to make sure that it was impossible for an ordinary person to sneak in. If he was in the house before, it was impossible for him to leave the house after killing someone." "Could there be an underground passage?" Leng Qing couldn't help but ask, "Or some kind of secret room hidden in the cracks between the wall and the floor? Maybe the murderer is still hiding here and hasn't left yet?" This is also a cliched plot in many detective novels. Her perspective is different and her thinking is much more active. "It's definitely possible." Sheriff Rand was stunned and immediately called a few police officers to give them some instructions. Suddenly, a group of people started to move again, rummaging through the entire house, looking for hidden gaps. I'm just making a suggestion... Leng Qing felt a little nervous. She was not yet used to the situation where a large group of people would come to her for her just by saying a word. What made her feel even more uneasy was that she had a vague feeling. "Probably not." Mrs. Glee's voice floated over softly. Leng Qing and Sheriff Rand turned to look at her and saw that she had squatted down again, stroking the bruises on the surface of the corpse with her fingers, as if confirming something. "These accumulated bruises and scars... to be like this, it must have been long-term, at least more than a week of abuse." She turned the corpse's face over, revealing the swelling on its cheekbones. "It's a very obvious color." Sheriff Rand nodded. "If it really lasted for a week, it's impossible that no one would notice something unusual during the day... Is that what you mean?" Mrs. Gree nodded slightly. "Just ask someone and you'll know." At this moment, Officer Mike came in from outside, and Chief Sheriff Rand immediately ordered him: "Go outside and ask who has seen Old Weir in the last few days, and bring all of them in." "Do you think this was also done by evil spirits?" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Qing moved closer to Mrs. Glee and asked her. Madam had said before... Only deeper levels of corruption could attract other nightmares.
But the scene looked really ordinary, with no other strange smell except the smell of blood. If it was a more severe corruption that killed Old Weir, shouldn't a nightmare more severe than that giant tadpole have been born? There were no other traces at all, it looked like an ordinary homicide case. "That's normally the case." Mrs. Grete was still staring at the body. "Having a nightmare. Under the influence of evil spirits, the nightmare materializes. The nightmare absorbs the life essence of the host and then breaks out of the chrysalis... At this time, the host's body is like a cocoon." "But this feeling is neither corrupt nor nightmare." "And the timing doesn't match." Her tone became a little serious. "This happened just after the seventh day. It would be almost impossible under normal circumstances." "That is……" "Unless this is man-made corruption." She stood up slowly and looked at the gray-clad policemen walking around. "His nightmares were taken away." Chapter 7 Insomnia The tone in which Mrs. Glee said those last words made Leng Qing feel a little creepy. The most profound impression this old woman gave her was her facial paralysis. No matter what the circumstances, she always had no expression on her face, and even her tone of voice was flat. But when she said that, she clearly heard a certain hatred hidden in her words. It was a hatred that made one want to eat his flesh and chew his bones. Although it only lasted for a very brief moment, Leng Qing was sure that she was not wrong. Mrs. Glee returned to normal and continued to discuss the details of the case with Sheriff Rand. She was driven to the door of the hall by her wife, saying that it was not appropriate to touch these things now, and stood with the civilians who had just been interrogated. Someone who can take away nightmares... So there are "superhumans" in this world. Leng Qing thought silently. If there are "ghosts" and "clairvoyance", then there must be people who can use even more powerful supernatural powers on this basis. According to the cockroach principle, the officials of this country will definitely not let such people go unchecked. They will definitely gather these people together, and perhaps form a special department to deal with evil and weird things. Then... there must be some extraordinary people who are unwilling to be bound by such rules, or even those who specifically oppose the rules and believe in evil in their bones. If the lady's speculation is true, and this is really a man-made corruption, then the residents of this area - including herself - are likely to be involved in trouble. Because she still remembered that Sheriff Rand had whispered that this was the third time such a case had happened. Looking at Mrs. Glie from afar, Leng Qing wondered how many secrets she had hidden from her.
Her name was Mrs. Gleb, and she must have been married to a man with the same surname. She didn't mention much about the man, only that he was obsessed with studying mechanical golems. She did say that her daughter was named Anna and died in a supernatural accident many years ago, but did she say that her husband also died of supernatural evil? ...I can't seem to remember clearly. If both are true, then the source of her hatred can be explained: their deaths, the evil events that led to their deaths back then were most likely not naturally generated, but were also man-made. "Miss! Hey Miss! Miss Hitzfeld!"