Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 130 Companions and Hunting Dogs

Ten minutes later.

Milo took a handkerchief from his suitcase and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The expression on his face was very strange.

He asked the witch:

"So from now on I won't get caught up in other people's memories of the dead anymore, right? I can continue to use totems to spy on other dead people?"

“And you will no longer faint from strenuous exercise,” the witch added.

"I'll verify it." Milo was too lazy to say anything like "I'll kill you if you lie to me," as it didn't really matter.

After wiping his mouth clean, he checked his collar to make sure there was no blood on it before putting away the towel and saying, "Remember to remind me to bring a cup or straw next time."

The witch did not respond.

Her breathing was very rapid, as if the flesh and blood she had swallowed were having some kind of magical effect.

"So, this so-called divine body... what exactly is it? A dead old god? An ancient god?" Milo asked curiously.

"Ancient Gods? No, it's far from reaching that level. It's just a remnant of the Ancient Ones, a piece of rotten flesh unwilling to accept annihilation. Among the Ancient Ones with their distinct hierarchy, it doesn't even belong to the order of rulers... True Ancient Gods would not fall into such a state. Even if you could find the remnants of an Ancient God, they would only be shells that they actively abandoned," the witch denied.

“I don’t really understand.” Milo shrugged. These things were still outside his knowledge at this stage. He could only understand the general idea, such as that the owner of this heart was a being of a lower rank than the Old Gods. This made Milo think of the Church: “So, is the one that exists in the Church the real Old God?”

"The Church...they have contact with more than one Ancient One," the witch gave an ambiguous answer.

Milo shook his head: "Never mind if you don't know. Seriously though, how should I improve the spiritual vision you mentioned? You need some specific suggestions."

"There are many ways: the ancient writings of the Old Gods, the theories in some evil scriptures, or direct contact with certain obscure creatures. These are all opportunities and methods to enhance one's spiritual vision." The witch paused halfway through her sentence, her tone suddenly becoming solemn and serious:
"But the cruelest way to advance is through plunder. Usually, after reaching the Watcher stage, countless different branches will emerge. Depending on the sect or deity they believe in, the third stage will produce countless types of Spirit Visors. At least that's how it is in the world I know. Spirit Visors will hunt each other down and steal the Spirit Visors that the other possesses..."

"Do I have others like me?" Milo's expression also turned serious.

“Of course, you are not the only one,” the witch said confidently. “Although this is a world where mysticism has withered, there are definitely similar companions. Perhaps the probability is infinitely close to zero, but once one of your kind discovers you, hunting and counter-hunting are inevitable.”

The first name that popped into Milo's mind at that moment was Raven.

“You just mentioned the world as you perceive it,” Milo suddenly noticed a detail in the witch’s utterance: “Does that mean there are other worlds besides the one I exist in?”

His tone was full of cautious probing.

Even as he asked that question, Milo could hardly contain his inner turmoil.

Because he himself came from another world.

……

"That's a realm beyond your comprehension. I can tell you its name is the Dream Realm. As for whether you'll be able to reach it, that's a matter for a very long time to come. It might be something you'll never encounter in your entire life, so there's no need to waste your energy on it now." The witch nodded slowly. "The world I belong to is the Dream Realm, where countless spirit-seeers reside..."

“Hmm… So, if I discover other Spirit Visioners, should I just kill them outright?” Milo asked.

“This is the safest option,” the witch replied.

"I understand."

Milo seemed to be deep in thought.

He had already tested the series of mysterious powers brought about by his spiritual vision. His vision had become wider than ever before, and his physical abilities and strength far exceeded those of ordinary people. However, all of this did not bring him a corresponding sense of security. On the contrary, it also meant a potential threat of the same level.

Perhaps this is the price to pay.

"I have one last question."

After much deliberation, Milo decided to tell the witch about his last experience of being seen through the eyes of the undead.

He roughly recounted his conversation with the raven in the underground distillery.

For example, how she fell into Karl's memories, or how she maintained a clear consciousness in the memories of the dead and was able to communicate with the people in the memories through self-awareness.

Milo explained the details of the paradox that he couldn't understand to the witch.

I originally wanted to see what special explanation the witch would give for this.

But before Milo could finish telling the story, the witch began to show signs of fear and unease.

She hunched over and began to back away, looking around frantically, keeping her distance from Milo and not daring to get any closer.

She pointed at Milo and demanded that he repeatedly recall and confirm whether the person speaking from the perspective of the undead was him or Karl.

After receiving a definite answer.

She lay prostrate on the ground in terror, leaning on her cane, frantically muttering eulogies that Milo couldn't understand.

Milo was completely bewildered.

What illness are you experiencing now?

He spread his hands.

But the witch roared:
"Step back! Don't come any closer! You've violated a taboo, a taboo of time! How can a spy transcend the rules of time? It's impossible! Those are rules of order that even the ancients couldn't resist... Why didn't you say so sooner! Ah! If I had known this earlier, I would never have accepted becoming your guide!"

"Uh... Speak like a human, thank you." Milo said helplessly.

"Do you know what it means to have touched the taboo of time as a spy? It means that you have exposed yourself to countless evil beings lurking in the river of time, as an incredibly weak human! Now you can only pray that you haven't attracted the attention of those hounds, otherwise, no matter where you hide, these terrible creatures lurking in the vortex will find you. Their hunting is endless, beyond the limits of time."

The witch cried out, trembling:

"Pray..."

"Hounds?" Milo could clearly sense the witch's fear.

That's something that can't be faked or acted out.

His expression became even more serious.

Now, Milo has not only failed to find answers to the spying incident, but has also gained two more potential enemy groups.

Other visionaries, and that so-called hound.

……

Just as Milo came to his senses and was about to ask what the hounds' specific names were, he realized that the man in the red robe had disappeared from the alley.

The witch disappeared.

(End of this chapter)