Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 343 The Biggest Problem with Natural Immunity

This is the situation.

If C hadn't revealed the relevant information, Milo would have just regarded the sheepdog incident as a coincidence, but now it seems that's not the case.

This is why all the tasks Enid has received this month have been helping elderly women in the neighborhood find their lost cats. It's not some kind of newcomer's privilege, but rather because there are genuine and unpredictable hidden dangers.

An elderly dog ​​with an adorable and endearing appearance suddenly went mad, its body swelling to more than twice its normal size, and it bit its owner to death in the house.

If Milo hadn't witnessed it firsthand from the perspective of the deceased's spirit, he would have felt it was more like a story fabricated by unscrupulous media outlets to grab attention.

But he did indeed see the mutated sheepdog, with its bloodshot, trembling eyes and its messy, protruding fangs. It was the most ugly-looking dog Milo had ever seen, without a doubt.

……

Milo casually flipped through the stack of documents C had brought back.

Without exception, all of the above are information about victims who died tragically at the hands of some large wild beast, but they are limited to information about the victims and none of the cases mention the beast that committed the crime. Everything is still just speculation.

"Logically speaking, predators need to hunt every once in a while to survive, but a month has passed and there hasn't been a second case of a wild animal killing someone in Nanwei City. This is hard to understand."

Milo leaned against the bar, looking utterly bored, and flipped through the files with his other hand, looking at the simplified diagrams of the victims' bodies after they had been bitten.

“I think it’s a bit premature to define them as predators right now.”

After drinking a glass of wine, C probably felt hot, so he took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

When the bartender saw the dense knife marks on C's forearm, a strange expression appeared on his face, so much so that when he refilled C's drink for the second time, his movements became more deliberate than before.

Not only C, but also Milo's wrists and the backs of his hands, which were exposed outside his sleeves, were covered with cracks, and even more grotesque cracks.

These were the scars left on Milo by the afterimage of Yog Sothos on the night of the hunt; the cracks stretched from his palms to his shoulders, and even though the wounds healed, the marks would never fade.

The gruesome scars on their hands made the two men, who were originally dressed in suits, look violent and evil.

……

C whispered to Milo, "Is it appropriate for us to discuss these things in front of others?"

"The bartenders at this tavern are all in cages."

Milo gulped down the drink in his glass, then repeated the action he had just performed—tapping the bar twice with the thick glass at the bottom of his glass.

The bartender quickly refilled my Milo's glass for the third time.

C then looked enlightened and got back to the main topic:
"In short, please take this matter very seriously. This is by no means a coincidence. I have done a preliminary review of the case files, and all the victims basically died at the hands of their own livestock or pets. We even have reason to suspect that this killing is linked to emotions, and perhaps some imperceptible factor is inducing them to kill their closest relatives."

As he spoke, he pointed to the numerous scars on his forearm.

In countless investigations, precisely to avoid interference from those mysterious external forces, C repeatedly used excessive amounts of painkillers to amplify the pain, and then cut himself with a dagger to ensure his consciousness remained clear.

"You think animals can also be bewitched by rulers or ancient gods?" Milo scratched his head with his thumbnail. "An animal with weakened sanity? Is that how you understand it?"

"That's our current assessment," C nodded.

“As far as I know, the concept of sanity is based on the established values ​​and cognition in one’s mind. When one comes into contact with something beyond the scope of this cognition, it leads to the collapse of one’s will, which is the weakening of sanity, right? But, do animals really have their own self-awareness?” Milo spread his hands.

“At least they can definitely remember who their owners are. The victims are all the breeders of the mutated beasts. This is the most obvious commonality in the cases we have. They tore the people closest to them to pieces, that’s for sure,” C continued.

“Tearing the people closest to you to pieces.” Milo muttered to himself, looking down.

He felt that the story sounded somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember where I've heard a similar story before.

……

knock knock.

Just as the two were struggling with a stack of documents, a tall, upright man suddenly appeared from the other side of the bar. He tapped the wooden bar counter twice with his fingers, signaling the bartender to bring him the same drink as Milo and the others.

This man was refined and gentle, wearing a long gray robe, with a golden tree totem embroidered on his forearm that peeked out from the sleeves.

It was the official, Dirac.

"I think I missed the first round."

He gave Milo and Investigator C a friendly smile. Milo shook his head, flicked the glass in front of him with his finger, and said, "This is the third round."

“Then I’ll catch up as soon as possible.” Dillah took the glass from the bartender and drank it all in one gulp.

...

"Can clergy drink alcohol?" C casually joked.

“Why not?” Dirac swirled the spicy liquid in his glass. “This is a fertilizing agent second only to the blessing of the Golden Law, my friend.”

“Why do I always run into this charlatan who ruins the atmosphere every time I come to Nanwei City? Does he have some reason to show up?” C asked Milo, shrugging.

It seems that the animosity between University of Michigan scholars and church charlatans is a continuation of the same source, something that Milo cannot change.

He shrugged: "The previous times, he came out on his own initiative and it had nothing to do with me, but this time, he really had a reason to show up."

Milo paused for a moment, then continued:
"According to our charlatan, the old charlatans on the Star Clock Tower have found the 'Eye of Thinking,' and they can now see everything in the world more clearly and thoroughly. So I think if he doesn't bring us any valuable information, let him pay for these three rounds of drinks. Oh, and by the way, I'll find time to visit Daisy at the Star Clock Tower—your so-called Eye of Thinking."

“Don’t worry, she is now considered a saint by the bishops, second only to the Golden Rule. No one can harm her in the slightest,” Dillashau said.

“You didn’t know any of this when you handed her over to those old folks in the clock tower, did you?” Milo glanced at Dirac.

"Looks like you're going to use this as leverage to criticize me for the rest of your life." Dillah gave a wry smile.

C suddenly interjected:
"So you two were planning to spend your whole lives together?"

“I’m afraid you don’t know, so I’ll tell you. Officials of the Golden Rule can eat meat, drink alcohol, and even have sex, but they absolutely cannot be troublemakers; that’s a serious crime,” Milo explained to C.

C slowly sipped his whiskey: "Another piece of useless knowledge has been added."

...

Faced with these two "sinners" who showed no reverence for God or religious law, Diracho could only shake his head helplessly.

He selectively ignored this outrageous topic and instead got down to business:
"To get back to the point, gentlemen, the purpose of my trip is to convey the will of the Eye of Thinking."

He looked at Milo with a solemn expression: "You have exceptional vision, but the picture you've glimpsed is incomplete. To trace the truth, we must return to reality itself."

"Are these Daisy's exact words?" Milo raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Dirac nodded.

“Look what you’ve done! What’s the point of turning a child into this weirdo? Really,” Milo sighed.

“Please take the guidance of the Eye of Thinking seriously.” Diracho was very dissatisfied with Milo’s reaction. He even tapped the bar counter in frustration, so the bartender quickly refilled his glass.

"Okay, I'll think about it carefully later."

Milo shrugged and pushed the stack of documents C had brought back in front of Dillah: "Come on, tell me your opinion. Doesn't your church always have some prophecies about calamities?"

Dillah said slowly, "We are aware of these reports as well. The Church has been conducting research on the prevention and control of potential plague viruses. Our initial assessment is that this may be a disease that is limited to the animal kingdom and has caused animals to become feral to some extent. However, this is just speculation, since we have not yet found any mutated animals. At present, we can only assume that humans may have natural immunity to this virus, which is why the mutation only occurs in animals."

"That must be a real shame for you guys, right?" C started being sarcastic again.

Milo crossed his arms and leaned back, trying not to block the view between C and Dillah Shaw on either side, looking on with anticipation.

"What are you talking about?" Dillah Shaw didn't understand what C meant for a moment.

"Look, the biggest problem with the human body's natural immunity is that it's free; you can't make money off it." C's remarks were extremely aggressive.

Is this what is meant by intellectuals belittling each other?
That doesn't seem quite right.

But that's roughly the idea. After all, both the University of Michigan and the Church are essentially a group of scholars, but they have worlds apart in their academics, ideas, and even beliefs.

When they each believe they are on the right path, mutual contempt becomes inevitable.

……

Milo, naturally eager for a good show, patted Dillash on the shoulder and added fuel to the fire, saying, "Quick, glare at him with the thinking eye of your church, glare this traitor to death."

Dillah Shaw: "..."

Every time he dealt with these two guys, he returned to the church feeling utterly defeated, and this time was no exception.

(End of this chapter)