Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 238 Popular Science
The other church officials present dared not utter a word, only Milo and investigator C chatted idly throughout.

"Why does it have to be me? You were able to persuade the law enforcement system to slaughter an entire village, which means you have plenty of fighting power."

Milo put his hands in his pockets and tugged at his wet underwear.

“That was just an isolated case; in the vast majority of cases, we reject genocide.” Investigator C tried his best to clarify the matter from that year.

"If someone like you, who is unaffected by dreams, had appeared in Seven Valley back then, we wouldn't have had to be so ruthless."

"What do you mean, someone like me?" Milo muttered to himself, then suddenly gasped and hissed.

"What's wrong?" Investigator C was taken aback.

"It's nothing, I just pulled my own hair." Milo waved his hand, signaling the other person to continue.

“That must have hurt a lot.” Investigator C nodded, then continued:

"In fact, as long as a normal person, I mean a normal adult in both mind and body, after experiencing enough strange things, he will inevitably fall into a predicament. This is a pattern that many of my predecessors have discovered. Many well-known investigators at Miskatonic University suffered from various mental illnesses in their later years. Of course, the premise is that they can live to old age."

“I know that. This is basically what happens to people who try to understand the occult.” Milo shrugged.

He already knew that.

In fact, he himself was once a victim.

Everything is linked to spiritual vision. Without sufficiently high spiritual vision, attempting to comprehend the mysticism left behind by the Old Gods will only result in eternal damnation.

Mental instability is just one reaction; the physiological functions of those who fall into the abyss will also gradually deteriorate until the end of their lives.

Ethan Field, who degenerated into a crippled monster in the church's secret chamber, is the best example.

……

"No, I'm not just talking about that."

However, investigator C kept shaking his head:

"You're talking about those who delve deeply into the mysticism. What I'm talking about are ordinary people who have absolutely no concept of the mysticism. Sanity—you may not have heard of this concept, but in my school, it's a level that everyone pays attention to. It's related to the physical and mental health of every worker, and even their life. If a person is frequently exposed to things that they can't understand, their sanity will be subtly and continuously reduced. And when their sanity drops to a certain level, they will go insane."

"..."

Milo blinked.

Investigator C's words might have been dismissed as ramblings by anyone else, but from Milo's perspective, they were perfectly understandable.

"Hmm..." He hesitated for a moment, then asked:
“I once handled a case involving a serial killer whose daughter… tore his wife to pieces at home. After that, he fell into a state of madness, constantly committing acts of violence. Is this the situation you're describing?” “That’s exactly it!” Investigator C nodded frantically. “Don’t think it’s just a simple case of stimulation or an inability to accept reality leading to madness. From a professional perspective, it’s actually that the sanity of that murderer you’re talking about has been reduced. His original will has collapsed, so he needs to find other ways to maintain his thinking, such as killing.”

Milo couldn't help but recall the scene he had witnessed in the sewer system: Robben holding his daughter, now a desiccated corpse, gently comforting her as if she were still alive...

“I understand.” He nodded, pulled his hand out of his pocket, shook it in the sunlight, and then asked, “So you’re looking for someone like me, who’s seen a lot of strange and unusual things and whose sanity remains unshaken?”

“Yes, I’ve learned about some people similar to you from the notes of some seniors, but such people are extremely rare. I’ve been wandering this country for over ten years and haven’t encountered one. Today, I’ve finally found one in Nanwei City!” Investigator C became more and more excited as he spoke: “If you are interested, the investigator team would be more than happy to have someone like you join us!”

“Stop, stop.” Milo waved his hand. “I’m just getting some information; I’m not actually that interested in your school.”

“I don’t expect you to agree immediately. Of course, I will tell you the truth about anything else you want to know, as long as I know it.” Investigator C had no suspicion of Milo whatsoever. It seemed that he already knew Milo’s position perfectly well after the battle on the canal.

“I’d like to know if those law enforcement officers who were in charge of the Seven Valley case back then were…” Milo raised an eyebrow.

"Nearly 30% of the law enforcement officers committed suicide, and the rest are now housed in mental asylums in the Miskatonic River basin." Investigator C's previously animated expression turned noticeably somber as he recounted this past event.

"Then why aren't you crazy?" Milo asked, following his usual thought process.

Investigator C immediately rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing the dense knife marks on his forearm: "Sometimes the pain caused by skin damage is not entirely for resisting the dream."

“There are a few good tattoo shops in Nanwei City. Maybe you can go there and choose a few nice designs to cover up these scars. Otherwise, they might scare the children,” Milo muttered irreverently.

Investigator C chuckled nonchalantly: "Your suggestion is quite good, but I think I might have to wait until I retire to consider it, since these wounds need to be constantly repaired, right?"

“That makes sense.” Milo shrugged. He suddenly remembered Charles and asked, “Do you remember Charles Winton? The young man who helped you track down the Familia. He later went to the Seven Valleys, where you caught him and forced him to participate in that massacre plan.”

“Charles? Of course I remember. How is he?” Investigator C nodded.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask. Didn't you say that the law enforcement officers in charge of the Seven Valley incident either died or went insane? Could Charles also..." Milo asked, spreading his hands.

"It shouldn't be that bad. He only participated in the final cleanup work and wasn't involved in the first half of the cleanup operation. It might have had some impact, but it's not enough to drive him crazy. His sanity is still within the normal range. Of course, his personality might change a little, which is unavoidable," Investigator C said calmly.

Milo glanced sideways at Eric's shadow.

The latter nodded to him in thanks.

Milo nodded slightly.

……

Just as he and the investigator were chatting, the canal water at the bottom of the church bridge suddenly began to boil.

(End of this chapter)