Chapter 27: Three Levels Up (Part ) Marcus lay on the ground, his whole body was broken and he couldn't exert any strength, but compared with the mental torture, the physical pain was nothing. His head was torn into two halves. This was certainly not a physical split, but it was an expression of a special feeling of pain. After closing his eyes, he could clearly feel a grey crack in the darkness. If he squeezed the two sides of the crack forcefully, he could hear the rustling sound of bones rubbing against each other. The severe pain made him want to howl, but his voice was hoarse and his throat felt like it was burning, so the wailing sound was muffled in his mouth. He raised his arm and tried to touch his throat. The larynx was still there... but the touch felt a little wrong. He felt the fat on his chin, and if he touched further up, he felt his soft, curly beard. I don't have a beard? Marcus suddenly thought of something and looked down. This fat belly, short and thick fingers, and the square agate rings on the fingers, this is... Brundtrang's body! ? The ritual was successful? The flesh and blood of that fat pig Brundtrang became his gift! ? Marcus only remembered the disgusting faces of the monsters before he fell into a coma. He thought he was dead, but unexpectedly it was a blessing in disguise. It’s just... this body seems to be a little wrong. Does every senior executive who received the gift have this feeling? By the way, the ceremony was presided over by that JR Nivar. He must know what was going on. It was he who threw himself into the giant cauldron. Marcus tried to turn his head and saw the dark stone platform of the chapel. "Wow, you're awake? You're really lucky, you're still alive." What came into view was the annoying smiling face of . Nival. He was squatting on the ground with a pile of things in front of him. Marcus recognized them as the "key evidence" prepared by him and Brundtrang to prove . Nival's identity as an investigator.
"Can you still talk? Can I get you a glass of water?" Marcus wanted to shake his head, but his body wouldn't let him. His head shook a little and then fell down again. Liu Yonglu was still worried, so he walked up to the person in front of him, took off his shoes, and then used a piece of cloth to tickle the soles of his feet, but there was no reaction no matter how he tickled. He took out the sacrificial knife given to him by the other party and pretended to gouge out his eyes. The tip of the knife even poked his eyelids, but there was still no reaction. Only then did he feel relieved. After searching and finding out the things, he figured out what these two people were thinking. It turned out that they wanted to "slander" him as an investigator... The evidence was well prepared. But it’s a good thing that I have these evidences, otherwise I really don’t know how to get out of this situation. Carol had already sent him off to find the Mediterranean. If they ran together, it would be too obvious a target. Besides, he still had a chance to make up for what happened at Mass. It was really a case of searching for something in vain, but finally finding it was effortless. The materials for the solution were right in front of him. Liu Yonglu bent down and put the evidence related to himself aside and destroyed it. The rest are all hard evidence that Marcus Brundtlang and his partner were undercover. "What...what is he doing? Stop him!" A voice suddenly emerged in Marcus' mind. Whose voice is this? My own? But... I didn't think so, and why did this voice look so familiar? It's... Brundtrang's voice! "Damn old bastard, get up and stop him! Grab his neck! Those are all the crimes we framed him for." Marcus, lying on the ground, broke out in a cold sweat. Shouldn't Brundtrang's soul have disappeared? Mr. Lewis once told him that the soul of the sacrifice was the lamb dedicated to God the Father, but why was Brundtrang still in his body? Two souls were quarreling and tearing each other apart frantically within one body. Marcus felt like his head was about to explode. He could only crawl on the ground and convulse. "I... go... out? You... deceived... Father God..." "Get... out... of... you... dirty... old... bastard..." The crazy and weird quarrel was entangled and fermented in this body, and Marcus fainted this time. …… It was already late at night when Lewis arrived at the shelter. He took out a silk scarf from his pocket and kept wiping the lipstick marks on his neck. It was a crazy night. Mrs. Morendi might have not experienced romance for a long time. She kept pestering him for two hours before she finally stopped.
As soon as he stepped into the third floor, he felt something was wrong. He raised his nose and smelled blood! Lewis tensed his body, rubbed the ring on his hand with his right thumb, and pulled out the rapier hidden in the cane with his left hand. Following the bloodstains on the ground, he walked around to the back of a pillar, where a blind man with blood all over his face was leaning against it. His face was scratched by his own nails, leaving countless deep bloody scratches that were visible to the flesh, but he was unaware of it. Although he was blind, he still used his fingers dipped in blood to draw twisted runes on the ground. It was Sergei George, a high-ranking official in the cult and the largest horse dealer in Excel Town. "Sergey, what happened? Did the mass fail?" Lewis thought of the worst possible scenario. "Failure? Don't be ridiculous, Lewis. This was the most successful mass. The priest brought us to see God. God! Service is meaningful and unique. I saw God and tasted God. Let me have another taste of that feeling." Sergei said as he rushed towards Lewis, but fortunately he reacted in time and made room. "Sergei, what happened at mass today?" Lewis asked in a deep voice. He could tell that the man had gone crazy. "My cousin's name is Luo Cheng! My cousin's name is Luo Cheng!" A crazy howl came out of Sergei's mouth, and he suddenly jumped up and clapped the pillars with his hands and feet. The pale blue moonlight poured down from the glass skylight on the third floor of the relief center, shining on Sergei. His face was covered in blood as he danced gracefully, singing the Henan zhuizi that Liu Yonglu had sung before. Seeing that he could not get any more information, Lewis came to the underground chapel from the secret passage on the third floor. The candlelight in the chapel flickered. More than a dozen bodies were lying on the ground. Only one person was squatting in the middle. It was Liu Yonglu. "Mr. . Nival, I think you need to explain what happened." "Hehe, you asked me for an explanation, and I still want to ask you, you should explain to me what's going on." It turned out that Mr. Dou was still normal and unharmed, which was beyond Lewis's expectations. He then turned his gaze in the direction of Liu Yonglu's finger. Notebooks, manuals, self-defense weapons, special emergency medicines, everything points to the Special Incident Investigation Department. "What's going on?" Lewis realized the seriousness of the problem. "I searched through his body. He wanted to stab me with it at first, but I saw through it." Liu Yonglu handed over the broken tranquilizer syringe. Lewis put a white silk scarf in his hand and brought it to his nose to smell it. "Brundt wants to disrupt our Mass?" Compared with the top leaders of the cult, Lewis did know less about the middle-level leaders. After looking through the evidence, he had 60% trust in Liu Yonglu's statement. "It's good that he disrupted the ceremony. I guess he didn't have good intentions towards the father you worshipped." Hiss, a mere mortal actually dared to attack a god... However, it is not impossible. After all, Brundtrang relies on the Special Events Handling Department, which is a national-level special event response department. It seems that if it weren't for this , today's losses would be very great. "Mr. Bean... I just heard a crazy believer say that he saw a miracle during the mass ceremony. Is this... true?" "Hey, the undercover agent is always making trouble. I saw that I had to take action, so I invited the old man Babadan back." Lewis' heart trembled again. Being able to summon gods, stay rational in front of gods, and even send gods away, this level of mystical knowledge was far beyond his cognition. This kind of talent is not only a small one, but even a senior executive would be a bit of a waste of talent. But if you move up the senior executive ranks, then that would be me... Forget it, let’s try to win over the top management first. "Mr. Dou, thanks to you this time, from tomorrow on you will be the senior leader of our sect. Let others take care of the small festival. I solemnly invite you to visit my wax museum." "No, I can't bear it. I'm still thinking about living a few more years. Who knows how many investigators are hidden in your cult."
Liu Yonglu turned his head and waved his hands, and he still installed it. Before Lewis came, Liu Yonglu had figured out the other party's psychology. At this time, he must not be vague, he had to be aggressive! The more aggressive you are, the more he will believe you. If I get stage fright, maybe Lewis will figure it out later. This tactic of playing hard to get not only elevated his own status, but also indirectly expressed his dissatisfaction with tonight's mass. This is the right reaction. What about Lewis? He really fell for it, and kept apologizing and making wishes, smiling for half an hour. When Liu Yonglu saw that it was almost done, his expression eased a little and he said slowly: "Then I'll come talk to you tomorrow, but you better remember this. I won't give you a good face, but the truth hurts. If you listen to me, I will stay here for two more days. If not, I will turn around and leave." "Okay, tomorrow not only I, but also the entire cult's senior leaders will listen to Mr. Bean's advice." Lewis glanced at Brundtrang who was still lying on the ground and continued: "I'll have someone take this guy away later and see if I can get any clues from other investigators." "Hmph, I'd better leave. You don't trust me, but I'm not afraid to tell you that this kid has gone crazy." "Don't trust you? Of course not! It's just that you don't need to worry about such a small matter." Lewis leaned over to check Brundtrang's condition carefully, and saw that his brown eyes were twitching upwards unconsciously, drooling from his mouth, and only humming sounds as thin as a mosquito's could come out of his mouth. "Old... idiot... tell me, tell me, let me... let me tell you..." "Don't... think about it. Who knows... whether you... will... take... me away..." It seems that he is really crazy. Lewis is a cautious person. He took Brundtland away just to verify the truth of Liu Yonglu's words. But now that he is crazy, there is no need to break up with Mr. Dou for a madman. "Mr. Bean, what are you going to do with him?" "You don't want to torture him about the Special Incidents Department. Leave it to me. I have another trick. Try it on him. Maybe I can cure him in a week." Liu Yonglu thought to himself, I would be gone in a week. This explanation was reasonable. Lewis thanked Liu Yonglu profusely and made an appointment to meet him tomorrow. Then he sent him out of the shelter with a smile on his face. Liu Yonglu walked out of the shelter with a carefree pace, as if he didn't recognize anyone, and started walking in circles. He was afraid that Lewis was following him, so he strolled for more than half an hour and when he felt that he was almost there, he turned and walked towards the monastery. Just after crossing an intersection, a short black figure suddenly turned out from the alley and abruptly appeared in front of Liu Yonglu. To know what happens next, please listen to the next episode! Please leave comments and read on. You can check out the pinned post in the comment section. (End of this chapter)