Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 214 Hatred
An old, dilapidated orphanage.

Rebecca leaped over the wall and into the yard.

The things piled up in the yard were in a damp environment all year round, which bred countless molds, and the mold spots almost covered the ground.

The entire orphanage was filled with the musty smell of wooden furniture.

Weeds grew in the cracks in the wall surface and at the junction of the stone pillars and the floor.

Everything inside looked incredibly desolate; I really don't know what the point of keeping a building that's so decayed is.

However, what really caught Rebecca's attention were the footprints on the moldy ground.

These were the first footprints she noticed after entering the orphanage.

There shouldn't be any fresh footprints here...

……

Click.

Rebecca flipped the flintlock musket's firing mechanism, her left hand gripping the combined blade against the barrel, and cautiously approached the interior.

She was completely focused and dared not relax for a moment.

At this moment, she can immediately detect and react to any movement coming from any corner.

Without backup, she could only fire her musket once, so she had to proceed with extreme caution.

The Eckham incident was still fresh in Rebecca's mind. On some quiet nights, she would often be awakened by what she had witnessed.

She came to understand some inexplicable things, which did not make Rebecca more mature. On the contrary, those experiences dealt a blow to her original sense of security and confidence, or rather, shattered it.

In the past, no matter how harsh or dangerous the environment, Rebecca would never feel fear or have any cowardly thoughts of retreating. But now, she cannot suppress this fear.

Every night, after returning to her apartment, she would obsessively check every corner of the house, otherwise she couldn't fall asleep peacefully.

That's her own home...

……

...

"You look so pitiful."

Suddenly, a melodious female voice came from the side and behind.

Rebecca instantly turned her gun around and pointed it behind her.

However, she did not find anyone in the dimly lit courtyard.

And the eerie sound didn't stop:
"It's amazing. Why weren't you led astray by your dream? Is it because you're more rational? But your nervousness makes it hard for me to believe that."

"No mediocre soul can escape the call of the gods. Is your soul more astute, or is it simply too mediocre? Even the great gods are unwilling to guide you."

"Why did you step into this house when all the support staff had left?"

"You are not afraid of death?"

……

The voice, faint yet lingering, echoed through the orphanage.

Rebecca's gaze swept quickly across every dark corner of the surroundings, but she couldn't find a single suspicious figure.

Her expression was cold and stern as she leaned against a stone pillar, waiting for an enemy who could attack from any direction at any moment.

"You committed the murder of the body hanging at the dock, didn't you?"

"What? You haven't even caught the criminal yet, and you're already rushing into the interrogation process for a soul abandoned by the gods?" The other party's response was extremely contemptuous.

Perhaps due to the building's structure, Rebecca was unable to pinpoint the exact location of the sound source.

She carried her flintlock musket, constantly keeping an eye on the dark space around her.

She didn't even realize that her shirt was soaked with cold sweat under her black trench coat.

"Where's Sansa? Where is that missing woman?!"

Rebecca shouted at the air.

However, the other party's laughter became even more manic:
“How amusing. You are just as amusing as your clueless subordinate. Who told you that the summoning ritual needs to be repeated? I have prayed for the Lord for ten years. He can sense my soul. At the right time and in the right place, he will not ignore me, because I am his only remaining believer.”

Rebecca looked up and saw countless "small altars" hanging in the sky above the courtyard, the same kind of woven tree branches that Milo had found under the bridge at the Penitentiary Pier.

These small altars were suspended from the ceiling of the building's atrium by thin threads, densely packed together, many of them already covered with cobwebs.

These things cannot be accomplished in a short time; they require a long period of accumulation...

Rebecca recalled the words her two subordinates had uttered before they lost their minds—

"Sansa often returns to the old site to check..."

She suddenly realized the truth.

The last person on the potential victim list, Sansa, is not the one in deep crisis.

She herself is the murderer in the case of the hanging corpse.

Sansa killed Aya Ferguson.

……

This abandoned orphanage is the church where she prays.

She inherited her family's tradition and learned to weave small altars from branches at a very young age, each altar carrying a prayer.

Day after day, year after year, she hung the altars she had woven all over the ceiling of the orphanage.

She often returned to the orphanage, not out of nostalgia, but to perform routine prayers and ask for blessings.

This is something she learned as early as when she was old enough to understand.

Her hometown had been destroyed in flames, and all her blood relatives had perished, but the seed planted in her young heart was growing wildly and uncontrollably.

……

"So you came to save me?"

“Enforcers, poor enforcers.”

"Do you know what's most ridiculous? It's that you, as despicable executioners, call yourselves righteous judges, thinking that what you're doing is upholding justice. The most pathetic thing is that you believe this more than anyone else, believing that you are the good guys, believing in the supreme scythe of judgment."

Sansa's voice echoed in the courtyard.

A ferocious rage began to spread through her voice, and Rebecca could even clearly hear the sound of her teeth grinding together, a sound that was incredibly chilling.

Even without Sansa saying anything, Rebecca could smell the hatred.

Hatred directed at law enforcement.

……

"why?"

Rebecca moved slowly beneath the atrium, her gaze fixed on the shadowy areas in her field of vision.

Why choose Aya Ferguson?

"Is this what you're most concerned about right now?" Sansa laughed loudly.
"Aren't you worried at all about yourself? Or about those two men in black who left you?"

"what have you done?!"

Rebecca swallowed.

She was very anxious because she still hadn't found Sansa's exact hiding place.

"What did I do? I simply replicated the rituals I had seen in my memory, that's all. The rest is up to the Lord's whim."

"It must be stated that you have successfully angered the Lord. Prepare to face the wrath of the gods, officers."

(End of this chapter)