The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4259 Possession by an Evil Spirit (Thirty-Nine)

"The Berg family has a tradition of dark magic." That first sentence was astonishing enough. For Kent, who had never even entered the spiritual world, this truth was incredibly shocking.

“Berger manipulated Kings to kill me because he wanted the circus.” The second sentence was equally bombshell. Kent’s eyes widened even more.

"There's something wrong with the town's water, and the people have mutated."

Kent was completely baffled. Kate had mentioned something about water pollution in the town before, but he hadn't asked for details. Even now, seeing this sentence, he still didn't understand what it meant.

Linda, having finally swallowed a hamburger, wiped her mouth and said, "Someone poisoned the water, and then they mutated. Their thoughts became a jumbled mess..."

This was even more cryptic, and Kent couldn't understand a word of it. Linda, limited by her own communication skills, struggled to articulate her thoughts. Finally, it was Satyan who revealed the truth.

"Factory pollution."

Upon seeing those words, Kent immediately understood. As a journalist, he was extremely sensitive to these kinds of things. He had written dozens of similar reports.

He tried his best to combine what he knew with what they said and deduced part of the truth: it seemed that industrial wastewater caused people to mutate, and then people's minds were concentrated together, creating something.

“Berg’s son died and went there, giving it new rules with black magic.”

"So it wasn't an object, but a new world?" Kent tried very hard to understand what they were saying, and then said, "The son of the ancestor Berg, who is also Linda's grandfather, let's call him Old Berg for now. After he died, he went there and used black magic to give this world new rules?"

Satyan's spirit did not answer him, but continued writing on the paper: "He escaped. Bring him back."

Then no more words appeared on the wrapping paper. Kent rubbed his forehead, feeling like his head was about to explode.

If what Satyan's soul said is true, then old Berg died and entered the spiritual world composed of the souls of the townspeople, using dark magic to change the rules there.

But if he changed the rules himself, why did he run away? And why bring him back now?
Of course, in order to bring this mastermind to justice, we definitely need to find him. But judging from Satyan's words, it is somewhat necessary to bring him back.

Kent could only guess that it was because he had used dark magic on the mental world, and the mental world wouldn't be okay unless he was brought back. So he had to be brought back.

But here's the question: where did this guy go?
Kent took a few deep breaths. He didn't usually use his super brain much, nor did he feel that having a so-called super brain made him any better than ordinary people—at least not better than Batman.

But now he needs to think about these brain-teasing things, instead of using his super brain. It's true what they say, you only realize how little you know when you need it.

Just then, Linda suddenly pulled a bottle of water out of her bag and said, "I brought this from town. Do you want some?"

Kent's hand paused. He didn't immediately understand: "I already said the town's water is polluted, how come..."

Then he remembered Batman telling him something very contradictory: "Drink less water, but it's okay to drink a little."

Kent was confused, but he figured Batman's assessment was probably correct. So he took the bottle of water Linda handed him. It was full, clearly untouched, as if it had been prepared specifically for him. He gulped down the entire bottle.

You know what, after drinking this water, I felt the effects. Although it still didn't quite reach the level of a super brain, Kent clearly felt that his thinking speed had increased significantly, and his mood had improved a bit.

Riding on this momentum, Kent quickly started thinking. Although the super brain hadn't fully recovered, even if it recovered only one-thousandth of its original size, it would still be much smarter than an ordinary person. He thought about it and actually came up with some clues.

The sheriff said he had never seen a ghost, meaning he definitely hadn't seen the evil spirit. Due to the lack of clues, Kent initially thought old Berg was the evil spirit. He was somewhat right. The sheriff's lack of experience with ghosts meant that old Berg might not have tried to scare him in the manner of an evil spirit.

But the sheriff seemed very frightened. He had clearly been threatened, or encountered something unusual while investigating his wife. That proved that old Berg had used some other methods.

Although the sheriff called them "devils," it didn't seem like fear of the supernatural, but rather a sense of their evil and helplessness. More likely, he was fighting against some kind of force.

As a journalist, Kent understood some of the intricacies involved. Water pollution isn't something one or two factory owners could cause; there must be powerful backers behind them, either state or city legislators.

If the sheriff is afraid of some important figure, then it's understandable. Furthermore, given that the evil spirit Kent saw earlier was in the form of an agent, he already understood that this evil spirit might be able to transform into other people. If it could transform into a senator or something similar, it could indeed pose a threat to the sheriff.

Kent deduced that the important figure Old Berg had become was unlikely to be a state legislator—that would be a truly important figure. If he had actually become a state legislator, even if Satyan had become a ghost, he was unlikely to be a match for him, and the town's affairs would have been completely suppressed, and the sheriff wouldn't be alive now.

Then it can only be a city councilor. Although city councilors in small towns can wield considerable power, their background is also important; without connections, it's not easy to get by.

Moreover, Kent knew that old Berger was probably not the kind of born political genius. Even if he became a senator, he would probably be mediocre, just coasting along, and wouldn't accomplish anything significant, which was why he hadn't been able to eliminate him completely.

That made the goal clear. Kent thought about it and realized that being a "telephone operator" had its advantages. At least he could knock on any door in town and use the excuse of "receiving a call for help." If the other party said it was alright, he could simply say he had misheard the address, and generally, nothing would happen.

The only difficulty was finding information about the congressman. However, Kent was a journalist, and he had done his fair share of undercover work. He also knew that his greatest asset was his appearance. So he took Linda straight back to his apartment, turned on his computer, and searched for topics like "sugar daddies" on a nearby university forum.

In the United States, this is not something that is taboo or shameful to talk about. Because college tuition is so expensive, many young people choose to find sugar daddies or sugar mommies to pay their tuition while they are in college.

Of course, the reason so many people still owe student loans is that those who choose this path must be good-looking; they need to have their looks to sell. And ultimately, only a minority of people are good-looking.

Kent quickly found several related posts. He added one of the people on the other end, and from the perspective of a college student, he subtly expressed that he also wanted to find a sugar daddy.

The other party immediately and enthusiastically introduced him to an agent. Indeed, this industry is quite mature; not only are there agents, but the other party is also a legitimate company, and both parties even sign a contract.

Kent checked the agency's credentials online and thought they seemed pretty good. He then emailed them a photo of his profile. Within three seconds, the email arrived in a flash.

The email contained nothing but a phone number. Kent went downstairs and found a public phone booth to call. The person on the other end was incredibly enthusiastic, saying that it was a waste of his face to be with Sugar Daddy, and suggested they contact Hollywood directly.

Kent perfectly portrayed the image of a small-town boy, stating that he had no desire for fame, but was simply facing some trouble and wanted to find a local bigwig to protect him. The other party immediately understood: this meant not looking for someone rich, but someone powerful.

The other party immediately asked him where he was from. Kent said it was West Virginia. The other party didn't mind that the city was small, but said they would check it out right away. Within minutes, they sent him a long list of names, and enthusiastically provided detailed information about who each person was, their family background, and what resources they could provide.

Having received the information, Kent said he needed a few days to consider it, and then began to study it. But he wasn't Batman, able to discern suspects from such minute details. After studying it for a long time, he still couldn't determine who the ghost was, so he resorted to a crude method: knocking on doors one by one.

Thanks to his good looks, the unpleasant feeling of being disturbed usually didn't last more than half a second for those who opened the door for him. In addition, Kent deliberately made that innocent and foolish expression, and these old foxes, whether blinded by lust or blinded by lust, were ultimately bold enough to chat with him for a while, and some even enthusiastically invited him to their houses.

Using this method, Kent actually found a few suspects. That evening, he sat in his apartment, studying the three remaining suspects. Linda sat across from him, eating a hamburger.

“This suspicion is actually not very strong. Although he seems to be the most lecherous, he doesn’t have that small-town feel about him. Although this is just a gut feeling, my gut feeling is usually very accurate.” Kent said, looking at one of the men. “The sense of superiority he has is so natural. He looks like he comes from a wealthy family.”

He shook his head, put down the paper, picked up another one and continued reading, saying, "This one doesn't seem like it either. This person is too experienced, and some of his political views are very much in line with the trends of the times. Considering that he is still relatively young, he must have been told by his elders at home, and it is unlikely that he comes from a small town."

“Then this is all that’s left…” Kent looked at the document in his hand. The photo showed a middle-aged man, quite handsome, with blue eyes, wearing glasses, and looking rather refined. The name on the document was “Malos.”

Kent stood up and put on his coat. Linda, chewing her food, looked up at him. Kent looked down at Linda and said, "When you're done eating, put your food here. There's water in the water dispenser over there. If you're thirsty, just get a cup. I'll leave you some money; if you get hungry, go to the store downstairs and buy something to eat. Got it?"

Linda stood up too, staring at him without saying a word. Kent knew what she meant, but he still shook his head and said, "It might be a little dangerous today, you'd better not go. After I finish what I'm doing, I'll take you to the amusement park in town. Wait for me here, okay?"

Linda didn't speak, and Kent didn't say anything more. He put on his coat, grabbed his things, and went to the back door of the police station, blocking the off-duty sheriff.

"Alright, Sheriff, let's not beat around the bush. Give me the gun, and I can knock you out and pretend I stole it."

The sheriff looked at him speechlessly.

“I don’t like resorting to violence, especially against someone who hasn’t committed a crime. But my patience is limited. You don’t think you can beat me, do you?”

The sheriff, cursing under his breath, pulled out his gun and said, "Here you go, for Winnie's sake, just don't die!"

"I've never been good at disappointing people."

The knocking echoed through the empty street. A sleepy figure opened the door, only to find a burly man standing outside. Before he could say anything, a dark gun barrel was pressed against his head.

"Go inside, or I'll shoot," Kent said coldly.