Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 300 Sanity Level Reduced by Humans

Another question that Milo has been pondering is how exactly the apostles of the ancients, the source of calamities, as the church refers to them, are defined.

Asking Dillah directly will definitely not yield any results.

This guy doesn't even seem to know who lives on the Star Clock Tower.

First, the known kill list includes Milo himself, as well as Grasso.

Of course, we also have to include David Derby.

What do these three people have in common?
To put it simply, none of them are normal people.

An old monster who has lived for countless years and possesses his son-in-law, an invisible thief who cannot say which race he belongs to, and a psychic from another world.

As Dillah said, if one carefully investigates the religious history and family genealogy of the victims, it is not difficult to find that their ancestors had traces of certain heretical sects, some of which could even be identified as clans.

So, can we understand that the hunters simply categorize all these abnormal humans onto the hunting list?

From Milo's subjective perspective, the hunters believed they were doing the right thing, which is why Milo ruled out the possibility of hiring someone to kill them from the beginning.

Especially the hunter's last words before he died—"This is the right path."

……

"The right path, what exactly is the right path? This kind of question is quite delusional. These days, the right path is like a prostitute in a pleasure house."

Milo wandered the streets alone.

He muttered some outrageous and vulgar words.

The two men following behind, Lao Luo and Kane, hadn't mastered sign language yet. They probably learned it from Eric, so they couldn't get a word in edgewise and could only nod or shake their heads.

However, most of the time they just shake their heads.

It seems they don't entirely agree with some of Milo's statements.

Of course, it's also possible that he's just annoyed by her constant nagging.

"So, where are we?"

All the way, Milo only used Dream Guide to lock onto Grasso's location, following her at a distance of about a few hundred meters.

We've now almost left the bustling southern part of the city and started entering some non-residential areas. The high-rise buildings on both sides of the street have turned into low-rise bungalows, and there are few lights in the bungalows, and the streets are completely dark.

You can't blame the people who put up the lights; the main problem is that the municipal engineering in this area is below the standards of the city center, and there are no streetlights at all.

But only in places like this, where there are few pedestrians at night, can hunters make their move.

……

Although the success rate of using the same trick a second time is very low, Milo didn't think that much about it.

Clearly, some people within the Hunter Organization also didn't think too much about it.

...

Grasso walked alone on the dark street.

She felt a distinct chill, but she was no longer able to tell whether the chill came from the night wind, Milo, or a hunter lurking in the darkness.

In short, she was confused. She heard some sounds but didn't know which direction they were coming from. Milo had a great impact on her mind, interfering with her thinking ability and even her sensory judgment.

Grasso's mind flashed back to the image of Milo speaking to her, and then to the terrifying moment when she was being chased by hunters. A mixture of different emotions caused her body to tremble instinctively.

If any investigator from Miskatonic University were present at that moment, they would have been able to immediately recognize Grasso's symptoms—a weakened sanity level.

The only difference is that, normally people only lose sanity points because of encountering some indescribable ghost or strange accident, but Grasso's loss is due to Milo, this human...

"Click..."

A clear, piercing noise suddenly came from the left side of the street.

Grasso shuddered violently.

She couldn't tell what the noise was, but instinctively quickened her pace.

Before encountering the hunter, Milo was the most naturally intimidating person she had ever met, but the hunter was different. The hunter came with pure killing intent, which was the only thing Grasso could be sure of.

And at that moment, a terrifying killing intent surrounded her.

……

Some intermittent muffled sounds continued to come from the surrounding bungalows.

Grasso dared not stop; she had even started jogging without realizing it. If the streets hadn't been slippery after the rain, she probably would have started running already.

But her remaining rationality told her that if she were to fall on this street, she would face even more terrible consequences, so she remained restrained at all times.

At the same time, another voice in his mind kept telling him—Milo was right behind him, and he would take care of the hunter in the shadows.

Grasso had no idea where this inexplicable sense of trust came from; all she knew was that the voice actually belonged to her.

Fear, tension...

Various negative emotions oppressed Grasso, as if trying to surround her remaining rationality and trap her in some endless space of despair.

Whether it was due to his rapid pace causing his breathing to become disordered, or for some other reason, Grasso began to feel a pressure and suffocation in his chest.

But she couldn't stop, nor dared to stop.

Because those increasingly loud noises were already very close, those sounds were like the howls of trapped beasts fighting to the death in a closed space, or the roar of some kind of machine running at high speed.

Grasso could not distinguish which of the sounds came from behind him and which came from his own imagination.

All she knew was that if she stopped now, the executioner's blade would fall on her.

Gradually, her hearing and vision began to become blurred.

The sounds around me were replaced by my own disordered and violent breathing.

She believed she was still running, but in reality she was already lying on the cold, cobblestone street.

The filthy rain soaked her clothes and long hair, but her body remained tense, trembling and twitching from time to time.

……

The location was about ten meters behind where Grasso fell.

Milo dragged the body of a man in black out of the ruins of a bungalow.

He stood calmly on the street, glancing to his left and right, the blood on the blade of his Boye knife dripping onto the ground along the grooves of the cut.

The shadows of Old Luo and Kane could be seen in their field of vision. They nodded to Milo, confirming that there were no other hunters nearby.

"Finally caught a fish. I need to hurry up and notify Dillah Shaw to arrange the funeral, otherwise all my efforts will have been in vain... Hey, why is she lying down?"

Milo dragged the body of the man in black to Grasso.

They discovered that the guy was convulsing wildly.

(End of this chapter)