Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 165 Ethan Field

"So, what you're looking for is this book, the Necronomicon?"

Milo looked at the empty shelf high up on the bookshelf.

"Shouldn't you be looking for Wilfred Fenich? Why are you holding onto Ethan?"

"I know you find it hard to believe what a charlatan in a grey robe like me is saying, but believe me, mortals who come into contact with that level of reading material will die a terrible death. Their souls will be twisted, leading to physiological mutations. This is the experience that the church's higher-ups have gained after a long period of research and waiting. Humans should not try to understand the ideas of the Old Gods. People like Finich and Ethan have committed serious crimes, just like the scholars of the Monsis School."

Dillah snapped his fingers, leading Milo and the other man to continue uphill.

Upon reaching a certain floor of the Star Clock Tower, he stopped:

"Believe me, without us, Ethan Field would not be alive today."

"I believe that." "I don't believe you for a second."

The two sentences above were spoken simultaneously by Milo and Theon.

After they finished speaking, they exchanged a silent glance.

Click.

Dillah Shaw took out the key and opened the door to that floor.

After pushing open the door, a dark, secret room came into view.

There was absolutely no light inside; it was practically pitch black.

The moment the door opened, Milo caught a whiff of something unpleasant, even more nauseating than the smell of a morgue.

He noticed that after Dillah Shaw and Theon the Elder entered the Chamber, Maggie's shadow lingered at the door, refusing to take another step forward.

Milo heard some faint noises coming from the darkness deep inside the secret room.

The sound was like breathing.

However, his breathing sounded deeper and more painful than that of an ordinary person...

...

"Would you suggest I light a cigarette?"

Old Theon's voice came from the secret chamber.

Dillah Shaw habitually ignored his words and continued, “In fact, we were the first to arrive at the scene of the crime. I mean, the night of the Great Library incident… Ever since the fragments of the Finicchi Manuscript appeared, we’ve been tracking its whereabouts. The person we’re tracking has an inseparable relationship with Solomon and the black market. The Finicchi Manuscript should have been something he coveted, but it was put up for auction on the black market. The priest and I couldn’t figure out his intentions, so we’ve been keeping a close eye on him.”

"Unfortunately, we still don't understand what that person is up to, or rather, we have never really followed his train of thought. Perhaps he went mad the day he left the church. We simply have no way of analyzing or judging his behavior."

"As I said, evil scriptures can distort people's thinking. These products that do not belong to human civilization can cause simple people to have countless subversive fantasies, thereby losing their rationality and falling into madness."

“We believe that Fenich has long since died somewhere in the colony, or perhaps he has become something indescribable.”

Dillah Shaw seemed to be very familiar with everything in the secret room. Even in complete darkness, he was able to move around freely and find the location of the kerosene lamp.

"Also? Why did you say 'also'?"

Old Theon, standing in the darkness, muttered something to himself, then took out a match and lit a cigarette.

But the instant he struck the match, a piercing scream rang out from the secret room!

"Ah!!!!!" The sound was like a sharp thorn that almost pierced the eardrums of Milo and the other two.

A pale, distorted face appeared, illuminated by the faint light of the match.

Its facial features have completely degenerated; it has no hair, eyeballs, teeth, or even a tongue, and looks like a half-finished human sculpture.

But this sculpture moves...

"What the hell! What the hell is this?!"

Old Theon almost drew his flintlock pistol and shot the thing in the head.

Milo, however, was the first to take the match from old Theon and light the wick of the kerosene lamp in Dillahshaw's hand.

As the firelight shone brighter in the secret chamber, the ghostly thing finally appeared in its entirety before everyone's eyes.

"Ethan... Field?"

Milo had investigated Ethan's background and had seen the guy's picture.

But at this moment, he couldn't find the slightest resemblance between the creature before him and the Ethan he remembered.

Apart from its basic limbs, it no longer resembles anything human; it is more like the ghoul in the painting that Milo saw in the collection room of Sherman Estate.

This creature was almost half the size of a normal adult male, with a curved spine and a perpetually hunched posture.

It seemed to be terrified of firelight, and the piercing scream emanating from its throat sounded exactly like the rubbing of sharp metal objects together.

Despite the piercing sound it made, it seemed to have completely lost its ability to move, curled up on a dirty bed without any locking device.

Its chest and head were covered with countless needles, which had been fixed in its blood vessels for a long time and were almost fused together.

The end of the syringe was connected to many glass bottles...

……

"That bastard crocodile must have sold me some inferior goods."

Old Theon stared at the cigarette in his hand with a complicated expression, beginning to question the meaning of life.

“Is this Ethan Field?” Milo stared at Dirac.

He couldn't be sure if the other party had just randomly found a deformed human to fool him.

So this question is mainly directed at Maggie.

But after looking around the secret room, Milo noticed that Maggie's shadow was still outside the door and she hadn't come in.

She seemed afraid to confront the eerie creature on the bed in the corner of the secret room, but she still gave an affirmative answer to Milo's question using body language.

"Believe it or not, this is Ethan Field."

Dillashau shrugged, walked to the bedside, pulled a syringe from an empty glass jar, inserted it into another bottle full of medicine, and said calmly:
"When we first brought him back, we just wanted to ask him if he knew anything about the Monsis scholar we were looking for. However, his physical condition deteriorated faster than we expected. In just one month, his metabolic function almost stopped working. Without these drugs, he would have died long ago. The amount of medicine consumed here each month is about 100,000 to 200,000 runes."

“The country’s taxpayers can’t stand hearing this,” old Sean added.

"I'll say it again, believe it or not. Since I dared to bring you here, I'm not afraid of you punishing me for any crime. If you don't mind the trouble, you can take these medicines for testing. They're just life-sustaining drugs," Dirasha said calmly.

(End of this chapter)