Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 119

[Chapter 119 Investigation (1400 plus)]

Slums.

There are a lot of homeless people crowded in the dirty corners.

There was always a long queue outside the workhouse.

Bureau agent Percy Anias uncomfortably tugged at the second-hand clothes he bought from the flea market and silently observed everything around him.

He saw a man in his thirties with unshaven beard and wearing dirty cheap formal clothes walking by.

The other person may once have belonged to the middle class, but a sudden illness or unemployment can be enough to destroy his family, make him bankrupt, and become a homeless person.

From the numb and desperate look in the other person’s eyes, Percy felt that the other person might still owe a large debt, which was a kind of… silence and pain on the verge of an abyss.

‘It’s a pity… I’m just an investigator, I can’t do anything else…’

Percy knew that some gentlemen and ladies would still try to maintain a semblance of respectability when they just went bankrupt.

For example, men go out early and come back late, pretending that they still have jobs, and wives arrange the only set of clothes on their bodies and raise their chins slightly when walking, maintaining a false sense of arrogance and unwilling to admit the cruel fact that they have fallen down the class.

Then, the cold society will break them down step by step.

He was evicted from his rental house because of unpaid wages and became homeless.

I had to sell my coats and jewelry, but in winter I had no clothing to keep out the cold.

In the end, some of them died, and some became homeless on the streets.

Percy walked by in silence, and suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and an exclamation from behind.

The crowd screamed and dispersed, and he saw a man lying in a pool of blood, the same man he had just passed by.

He jumped off the building…

After a while, the patrol police in black uniforms arrived. After a brief inspection, they had the body taken away.

The crowd continued to move numbly, ignoring the pool of blood on the roadside.

Percy silently stared at the pool of dark red blood and took off his hat…

“

I am Detective Percy from the Glamorgan Police Department!”

Percy took out his absolutely authentic ID and asked a man with slightly slender hair. The gray old man waved in front of him: “Are you the landlord here, Derion?”

“Yes, Mr. Police Officer…”

Derion couldn’t help but take off his hat and asked nervously: “What can I do for you?”

” I’m looking for someone, El Ranch…is he your tenant?”

Percy asked.

This was a clue he found after investigating a large number of people who had contact with Jack during his investigation of the Benjamin case.

“Yes, El Ranch!” DeLeon recalled: “That was a very spirited young man, from the countryside of South Deco County, but very hard-working… You know, in a place like ours, someone who can There are not many young people who rent a room by themselves and still pay the rent…”

“How long has it been since you last seen him?” Percy frowned.

“Two days? Three days… You know, I only pay attention to where my tenants are when I collect the rent.” De Leon replied with some embarrassment.

“Take me to his room.” Percy ordered directly.

He followed Delion to an old building, passing by rooms. Sometimes through the doors and windows, he could see the high and low beds and floors like a dormitory.

It has to be said that compared to the dormitories in boarding schools, it looks messier.

“We’re here.”

Derion came to a room on the second floor, took out a bunch of brass spare keys from his pocket, and opened a door.

“Holy Spirit!”

Immediately, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, kicking his legs and retreating continuously.

When Derion opened the door, Percy had put his hand on his waist. At this time, he nimbly took out his revolver and aimed it at the door.

But there were no enemies or monsters inside the door, only a body lying on the ground.

It belonged to a young man with flaxen hair. He was facing the sky, his eyes were wide open, and one hand was stiff, as if he rolled directly off the bed, trying to grab the water glass on the table.

“Go and notify the patrolman.”

Percy asked the landlord Derion to find more helpers, and he entered the room without losing his vigilance.

“The time of death does not exceed three days…”

He briefly checked and after confirming that there was no danger, he took back the firearm and scanned the room.

This room, which was only a dozen square meters in size, was narrow and closed, with an unobstructed view. Apart from a bed and a table, there was almost no room for anything else.

And on the bedside, Percy found a diary.

“On November 7th, I finally arrived in Green Forest City. I must become a decent person here…”

“On the 8th, I found a job as a dock porter… I’m so tired, Ellanqi, you have to persevere!”

” On the 15th, I was kicked out of my house by the landlord… I had to find another rental as soon as possible…”

“On the 26th, I lost my job…” “

On December 13th, I have forgotten how long it has been since I wrote a diary, but today is a day worth remembering. , Thanks to the gift of the Holy Spirit, I got the qualification to enter the workhouse…”

“On the 16th, I met an unlucky guy in the church workhouse. He called himself Jack. If he didn’t talk about women and gambling, he was still an acceptable friend… …”

“On the 19th, Pastor Chris Toya is not as superficial as he appears. He is a kind gentleman…”

“On the 24th, thank the Holy Spirit! Pastor Chris Toya introduced me to a job. I worked as a scribe at Red Rose Trading House, earning 4 shillings a week, which was enough for me to rent a separate room…I finally had a place in this city…”

“In January of the New Year, Jack came to see me. He seemed to What is hidden…”

“In February, is what I saw true? Is that the truth of the world?”

“At the end of March, Jack came to say goodbye to me. He claimed to be doing something big. He may want to rob a bank, or take revenge on his previous employer…”

“In May, I fell ill, and I was gradually becoming weak…”

…

The diary became increasingly blurry after that, making it difficult to read clearly, and there were only a few entries left. .

“El Ranch, an aspiring young man from a small town… fell ill due to heavy work, but did not have enough money to see a doctor, so he had to rely on himself to support… Then, he finally couldn’t support it anymore, and suddenly the illness worsened and he died. Death?”

A few hours later, inside the investigation bureau.

Percy frowned and looked at the coroner in front of him: “Is this your conclusion, that he died of disease?”

“Yes!”

The coroner was a tall, hook-nosed man with a cold temperament. He paused. Dun continued: “But there is another news… This young man is an extraordinary person. He should have opened the first principle. Because the level is not high enough, the spirituality naturally overflows after death and has not condensed! In the low-level principle In the essence, the proportion of natural overflow is very large, and condensation is a rare situation…”

“Extraordinary people… get sick and die?”

Percy wanted to laugh, but couldn’t.

The training from the Bureau of Investigation made him know that except for a few very special professions, low-level extraordinary people are not much different from ordinary people. If they are shot, they will die, feel hungry and tired, and will get sick…

“This is too much It’s ridiculous. I think he was more likely to be silenced by someone using extraordinary abilities related to the disease! For example, the mysterious mentor?”

Percy said coldly: “Fortunately, I have found a clue!”

(End of this chapter)