Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 302 What are you afraid of?

"I shouldn't have listened to that guy's nonsense."

Dillah looked at the blind girl in the corner in front of the main church with a complicated expression.

The other person was holding a drawing board and sitting in the darkest spot in the church, away from the candlesticks on the central ceiling. The golden tree vine reliefs on the walls on both sides also blocked some of the light, so much so that De La Chaux didn't even notice the child sitting quietly in the corner at first.

It was mainly because she was too quiet, standing out among the hundreds of playful children, that Dirasha spotted her at a glance.

Despite being a blind child, she was holding a drawing board in her arms, and her small backpack seemed to be stuffed with paints and drawing paper.

She sat calmly, her back to everyone, facing the shadow of the wall.

……

Dillah Shaw stared blankly at the girl's retreating figure for a while.

Then he looked down again at the yellowed note in his hand, which contained only a church proverb with the subject changed: "Its vision is not broad enough."

The original quote is "Our vision is not broad enough, and we fear the blood of the old gods."

If this note had been received yesterday, the day before, or even earlier today from the Star Clock Tower, Dillah Shaw would have been completely baffled.

But now it's different; he knows that the ancient apostles the eyes atop the central tower are searching for are among these hundreds of children.

Just as he was searching for the person whose "worldview had not been broadened," a blind girl came into his view.

……

"Valrokan is indeed a bastard."

Dillashau cursed under his breath again.

I must admit that my thoughts were disturbed by Milo.

Perhaps before tonight, Dillah would not hesitate to send the blind girl he considers an "Apostle" into the Star Clock Tower.

But now, he hesitated.

All because of a seemingly unintentional remark by Milo.

Although Dirac was a clergyman, he was still a human being at heart.

This can hardly be called compassion; it should be considered a basic human conscience.

The Hunter Organization's ruthless actions in the city had intimidated Dirasha to some extent, and he couldn't help but wonder—what if it really was as Milo said?
If I hand her over to the people on the Star Clock Tower, to the Contract Organization.

Will that child also be lying in the morgue of the law enforcement office tomorrow?
Even more surprisingly, I was required to organize her funeral...

Dillah Shaw couldn't imagine what would happen next.

……

He picked up the orphanage roster from the steps beside him, quickly flipped through it, and found the information about the blind girl.

Dillashau realized he recognized the child.

She has a beautiful name—Daisy.

He was the sole survivor of the Robben serial murders.

Dillah Shaw's expression turned serious.

Because if you look back at Daisy's past experiences even slightly, it's not hard to see that her life was actually intertwined with mysterious things from a very early age.

Her parents died at Robben's hands.

Her eyes were taken by the mad Robben to perform the raven's evil ritual.

Dillahau has yet to find the whereabouts of the blurry totem mark on the inner wall of the underground rainwater pipe network.

The raven, the instigator of all this, has vanished without a trace; perhaps he left with the totem long ago.

……

If I remember correctly, it was in order to obtain hidden clues about the case from Rebecca that De La Shore specifically enrolled Daisy in the orphanage, and also promised Rebecca on behalf of the church that he would take care of Daisy for the rest of her life.

Is this how the church keeps its promises?

Dillah looked at the note in his hand that came from the Star Clock Tower.

He wasn't doubting the Golden Rule he believed in; he was doubting the human heart. Those who lived atop the clock tower might not necessarily represent the Golden Rule.

However, it cannot be denied that from the moment Pastor Defoe received this task and passed it on to De La Shau, no one ever told De La Shau how the church intended to deal with these so-called "apostles," the so-called source of calamity. ...

Dillah Shaw had never hesitated as much as he was now.

He was unaware that some of the things he held most firmly in his heart had begun to waver.

The source of the wavering was simply a ridiculous guess made by Milo.

...

He slowly raised his head and looked at Daisy.

Suddenly, I noticed that the blind girl in the far corner had turned around at some point and was also "looking" at Dillah.

Daisy had black cloth strips wrapped around her eyes.

Her clothes were clean and simple, without a trace of dirt.

But Dirac felt a bone-chilling cold.

Despite the lack of eye contact, he was absolutely certain that Daisy was "staring" at him in the crowded church.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, but more than that, it was regret.

Because he didn't want Daisy to exhibit any extraordinary performance.

……

He walked around the crowd and sat down on the other side of the bench where Daisy was sitting.

Daisy was the first to speak.

She was calm; she knew Dillah had arrived, and even seemed to know who Dillah was and why he had come…

What are you afraid of?

Daisy's words startled Dillah.

He couldn't detect a trace of emotion in the girl's calm tone; her voice was so ethereal.

Dirasha looked at the innocent face of the blindfolded girl before him, and after a long while, he replied, "Perhaps it's death."

"The death we perceive is merciful."

Daisy lowered her head and looked at the easel she was holding in her arms.

The paper pinned to the drawing board was covered with countless black and gray lines. These lines combined with each other in an extremely exaggerated and distorted way, presenting a bizarre scene that resembled both a starry sky and a black hole.

It has no striking colors, but it gives the feeling that countless eyes are watching outwards from the shadows.

“It wasn’t my own death.” Dirac shook his head.

“Your thoughts have been disturbed and drawn.” Daisy slowly reached out her hand in the direction of Dillasho.

She didn't touch Dillah; there was at least a three- or four-body-length gap between them. She just hung her arm there, as if touching something invisible.

After a long while, she seemed to realize something, slowly withdrew her hand, and said to Dirasha:

"But it wasn't malicious, it was just an unintentional mistake, please don't blame him."

……

"Whose fault is it?" Dillash asked, somewhat confused.

“A soul adept at creating chaos.” As Daisy said this, a slight upturn appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She smiled at Dillah and said:
"The things that were distracting you have disappeared; now you can make your own choices."

...

At a certain moment, Dirac stopped dwelling on what Milo had said earlier, and his gaze gradually returned to clarity and determination.

He slowly stood up and said to Daisy:
"For the next period of time, the pastor will arrange for you to stay on the back floor. If you need anything, you can ask the clerk. Get some rest, and everything will return to normal after the danger outside is resolved."

"Thank you."

Daisy nodded solemnly in the direction of Dillasho to express her gratitude.

(End of this chapter)