Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 173 Dissociative Identity Disorder

Perhaps it was a coincidence of time and space.

Despite being far apart, the two funerals reached a subtle understanding at a certain moment.

Even the eulogy sounded as if it were spoken by the same person.

……

"We are born of the blood of the ancient gods..."

"We are born of the blood of the ancient gods..."

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"Formed from the blood of the ancient gods..."

"Formed from the blood of the ancient gods..."

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"Died from the blood of the ancient gods..."

"Died from the blood of the ancient gods..."

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"Fear, the blood of the ancient gods."

"Fear, the blood of the ancient gods."

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“The dead will return, the corpses will rise, those who sleep in the dust will awaken and sing… the earth will also give up the dead.”

“The dead will return, the corpses will rise, those who sleep in the dust will awaken and sing… the earth will also give up the dead.”

...

Dillah and Raven, on two separate lands separated by endless seas, utter the same eulogy in the same tone.

There seems to be some kind of strange, unspoken understanding between us.

But for the deceased, regardless of their status, whether they are law enforcement officers or Solomon, those who lie in the grave receive the same respect.

……

The moment of silence at the funeral has ended.

Milo turned to look at Enid:
"You look great! Who says staying up late always gives you dark circles?"

“I’m wearing makeup, you bastard.” Enid stepped forward and shoved a notebook into Milo’s hands. Inside, besides Ethan Field’s few pages of draft paper, were more than a dozen pages of densely written decryption process and result diagrams.

Enid looked normal from a distance, but as Milo got closer, he could see the unconcealed heaviness and fatigue on her face.

But that's not the point.

The point is,
“Well done.” Milo quickly flipped through what Enid had written.

That's why they say this guy is an expert; who else could possibly calculate so much random stuff?

"This document is related to today's funeral ceremony, right?" Enid asked Milo with a serious expression, despite her drowsy state. "Did he even mention these details?"

Milo quickly flipped backward.

He saw the patterns that Enid had calculated through geometric puzzles. The shapes formed by many curves coming together were many shadows gathered under the light, but there was no solid object around the light.

Turning the page further, Milo saw those familiar words:
“That eternal existence does not die, but in the strange eternity, even death dies.”

In addition, there were many sentences that had not been translated word for word, but the meticulous Enid marked their phonetic symbols one by one. If nothing unexpected happened, these should be some special spells. It wasn't that she didn't want to translate them, but that she simply couldn't translate them.

"Just say yes or no," Enid pressed.

“Yes.” Milo didn’t hide anything from Enid. He nodded readily and said, “Seven people from our law enforcement agency have gone missing, just like Maggie Green, on the night of the Great Library incident.”

Enid snatched the notebook from Milo's hand, flipped to the last page, and pointed to a geometric totem she had drawn:
"The text here says it's an evil spell, or you could call it magic. In any case, its effect is to imprison a living person in a two-dimensional world, using some kind of bronze vessel as a medium to suppress them forever in that world. An ancient civilization in the desert called this spell 'exile,' and it was generally used on prisoners who had committed serious crimes... Tell me, did someone really perform this magical ritual? Was it done by those people who disappeared from the Gus Association?"

Enid held onto Milo's hand tightly.

In her eyes, Milo saw confusion, bewilderment, and some barely perceptible fear.

As one might imagine, Enid initially treated this document as a combinatorial puzzle. However, as the encryption methods were broken one by one, she discovered a complete and detailed account from a spellcaster. The realism of the content made it seem entirely believable, which sent chills down her spine.

If it were merely a horrifying story, the writer wouldn't need to add so many mysteries to protect it.

And Milo didn't need to go to great lengths to ask her for help.

All the speculations pointed to one conclusion—what was written on the draft paper was true.

So after Enid deciphered the contents of the draft paper, she couldn't sleep at all. After finding out Milo's whereabouts at the law enforcement office, she immediately rushed to the cemetery.

She needs a clear answer from Milo.

Do spells and magic really exist in this world?

……

Seeing the tiny red blood vessels at the corners of Enid's eyes, Milo suddenly had a bad feeling.

He began to realize that he might have done something very stupid.

“Ah no, this is a… well, it means that after the murderer committed the crime, something went wrong here.” Milo pointed to his temple and said, “I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of this, but when someone makes a serious mistake, they might conjure up another scenario in their mind and use various methods to convince themselves that it was someone in that other scenario who caused the current outcome.”

“Dissociative identity disorder?” Enid immediately knew what Milo was trying to describe.

“That’s what it means, in short, split personality.” Milo clapped his hands, gave Enid an approving look, and explained methodically, “This is what the murderer wrote after committing the crime. He blamed everything on sorcery, magic rituals and the like, and claimed that he was also a victim, saying that his mind was tainted by evil books, which is why he did such things, in order to absolve himself.”

"So these are all things he imagined." Enid said, bewildered.

“That’s right, it’s all his imagination.” Milo said, slowly reaching out to pull the illustrated notebook from Enid’s hand, trying to slow his speech:
"Hey, you didn't actually believe what he wrote, did you? I mean, this guy has absolutely no creative thinking. I can find a dozen similar stories in ghost stories. He thinks he can get away with this? Seriously, only an idiot would believe that."

Milo wasn't sure if his words would dispel Enid's doubts.

But that's all he could say, that's what he had to say.

Just now, Milo suddenly realized that his act of asking Enid to help interpret the text was actually an invitation for her to read a page of the "Necronomicon," and the last person who tried to understand these strange totems had died a very tragic death.

He nearly pushed Enid into the abyss...

(End of this chapter)