Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 321 Place of Offering
Both Milo and Theon have been to Crocodile's office many times.

Given their understanding of crocodiles, it was impossible for him to leave truly confidential documents in the office.

Now that the crocodile has disappeared, Milo deduces that there can only be one possibility: Monquia wants to get some information from the crocodile.

As a fellow psychic, he knew that Monquia could obtain the information he wanted through the perspective of the dead, so if nothing unexpected happened, the crocodile should have already been buried.

Finding a short, unlucky guy who's less than 1.6 meters tall within the vast city of Nanwei is no easy task.

This lead has been temporarily cut off.

……

"There's no need to waste time here."

Old Theon stubbed out his cigarette and threw it on the ground, preparing to head home.

"He's a big shot here, after all. If his men find out their boss is missing, we'll be in trouble."

……

Three of the four walls in the office are covered with wine racks that reach the ceiling, displaying all sorts of luxurious items. The exquisite silver utensils are in no way inferior to those in aristocratic estates.

So Grasso couldn't resist again.

Among the many silver items, she chose a wine pot that was neither too big nor too small. The exquisite patterns carved on it were lifelike, and most importantly, its size was just right, so it would not be a problem to carry it.

Seeing that Milo and old Theon were about to leave, Grasso finally couldn't resist and quietly stood next to the shelf, reaching out to grab the flask behind him.

But with that slight touch, the sound of gears turning suddenly filled the room.

Immediately afterwards, the entire shelf behind it flipped open to the left and right.

Behind the open shelves was a dark passageway leading underground.

……

"Secret passages?"

Milo muttered something, picked up the kerosene lamp from the table, and went downstairs, still muttering to himself:

"This is so unoriginal."

“You stay here and keep watch.” Old Theon glanced at Grasso, followed Milo, and then turned back to add, “Take that green jar up there. That thing is made of jade and is more valuable.”

Grasso nodded repeatedly.

...

……

It's not surprising that someone like Crocodile, who operates in the gray market, has a secret stash of money.

The basement below the office isn't very big, only slightly more spacious than the office above.

To Milo's slight surprise, there was no gold or silver treasure stored in the basement.

This isn't some kind of slush fund at all, it's more like...

"Is this guy a heretic?" That was Old Theon's first reaction upon entering the basement.

The basement and the luxurious office above were completely different in style. As soon as the two of them came down, they smelled the odor of a special fuel in the air. It must have been some kind of oil extracted from animals, used to keep the lamps burning for sacrificial offerings.

The walls are painted with some distorted totems, including auspicious clouds and the sun, moon and stars.

The colors of the paint used in the mural are generally dark. There are some human figures on the mural, but it is different from the Pre-Raphaelite style that is popular in society today. It does not have such a detailed and careful line style. However, the overall melancholy mood is somewhat similar. It can be seen from the facial outlines of a few figures on the mural that they are not from the south, or even from the country.

In addition, there was a strange altar on one side of the basement. A huge container was filled with oil that emitted a strange smell, and a wick was hanging in the middle, with only a small section of it still burning.

On the wall behind the container is a depiction of a saint in a tattered robe, his body shimmering with light. His robe is worn but surrounded by a sacred aura, and a blurry body with green, wrinkled skin can be vaguely seen.

However, upon closer inspection of the mural on the wall, one will find that it has no nose or mouth, only gleaming, pupil-less green eyes.

...

"It looks like the style of a deity worshipped by a sect on the plateau." Old Theon was considered one of the more knowledgeable members of the law enforcement system, but even he couldn't say for sure which sect the mural with its eerie atmosphere belonged to.

Anyway, it's not Nanwei's local style.

"So even crocodiles, who have no moral bottom line, have beliefs?"

Old Theon didn't think much of it, just made a few casual remarks.

But when he turned to look at Milo, he found Milo staring at the image of the yellow-robed, green-skinned deity on the wall, lost in thought.

Milo's gaze seemed somewhat empty and lifeless. He calmly faced the mural, remaining silent no matter what old Theon asked him.

……

...

At this very moment, in Milo's mind...

He saw once again the constellation he had glimpsed from Geraki's mind.

In that chaotic starry sky where countless chilling figures are hidden, Milo is trying hard to find a shadow.

He remembered clearly that when he first gazed at the starry sky, he saw a figure that resembled the person in the mural.

It was also dressed in a tattered yellow robe, its body radiating an eerie green light.

But it doesn't lack facial features as depicted in the mural; rather, it wears a chaotic mask.

...

The shadows on the mural successfully evoked memories of Milo and Gracchi.

He was able to glimpse the true identity of the shadow's owner through Geraqui's perspective.

Milo tried to focus his consciousness, trying to avoid being disturbed by the other figures and sounds behind the stars, and to concentrate completely on the yellow robe.

Milo chose to ignore those beings whose names he could not address directly and whose true forms he could not look at.

Milo definitely doesn't want to experience what happened when the Scarlet Witch helped him recall that memory again.

Since his spiritual vision was not yet advanced enough, he would no longer focus his gaze on those terrifying shadows.

As for that tattered yellow robe, Milo could sense that the opportunity was ripening. He should be able to glean some clues, because he was currently in one of its sacrificial sites.

……

But what shocked Milo was that when he focused his gaze entirely on the mask of the man in yellow, he discovered that from the only two holes in the mask, a pair of eyes as deep and terrifying as an abyss were also staring at him.

...

"Hastur... the King in Yellow..."

Milo murmured something like a dream.

Through Geraki's perspective, he discerned the identity of the figure in yellow.

An ancient deity representing sinful obsessions and demonic desires, a rebel of the old era, and an evil spirit that has been suppressed.

It was once the king of a certain country, and also a god, living Buddha, and heroic spirit in the eyes of the world.

But if we trace it back to its origins...

Like Glaqi, it is a Great Old One.

……

Suddenly, Milo felt the yellow-clad figure reaching out towards him.

The crisis awareness quickly sounded the alarm for Milo.

His hair stood on end, and he gritted his teeth as he withdrew from that starry world.

(End of this chapter)