Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 439 Triple Identity
Everyone was silenced.

At this moment, the people in the Dürer estate had lost the desire to express themselves, and all their connections with the outside world had been severed.

Only the head of the Dulle family remained conscious.

Intense pain stimulated every nerve in his body. He had the urge to express himself, but no matter how much he screamed, his vocal cords could not produce a single sound through vibration.

His face, which was initially a deep purple, gradually turned pale.

Driven by an intense will to survive, he dipped his remaining hand in the blood on the ground and tremblingly wrote a string of crooked words on the floor: "I can tell you who they are."

After enduring the excruciating pain to write this sentence, he looked up and realized that the young law enforcement officer in front of him was still intently fiddling with the carved ornaments on the table, not even intending to glance at him.

He pounded his fists on the floor frantically, his eyes pleading as he hoped Milo would glance at the words on the ground.

Because this was the last bargaining chip he could offer to save himself.

……

However, the truth is that Milo's purpose in coming here was not to find out the real culprit at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have silenced everyone in the manor from expressing themselves.

Furthermore, in Milo's view, if the head of the Dulle family really wanted to save his life, he should have simply written down the murderer's name instead of wasting his time writing a meaningless sentence.

To put it bluntly, this old geezer still harbored a sliver of hope, believing he still had room for negotiation.

Perhaps it was because Milo didn't kill him as soon as he entered, but instead chose to dislocate one of his arms first, that the head of the Dulle family made a wrong judgment about his situation.

……

But the truth is, Milo had no intention of using torture to extract a confession.

He was just trying to calm himself down in this way.

In fact, his thoughts were somewhat confused, because after dislocating the other party's arm, Milo found that his emotions had not changed significantly. This was because he did not have any obvious emotional fluctuations over Grasso's death, so when he was torturing the head of the Dulle family, he naturally did not feel the pleasure of revenge.

This made Milo's already unhappy mood even worse.

He sighed.

He then bent his index finger, preparing to flick the head of the hunter figurine on the table to shatter it.

But the next second he withdrew his finger...

Milo glanced indifferently at the disheveled head of the Dulle family, who was kneeling on the ground.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

……

Soon after.

The people inside the Dulle Manor all put down what they were doing, mechanically got up, and walked towards the freestanding tower in the center of the manor.

They all share the surname Dürer and have the blood of swamp descendants flowing through their veins.

But at this moment, their faces were blank, their eyes empty, like walking corpses.

As they walked down the corridor to the living room, they picked up whatever was closest to them—a knife on the table, a metal candlestick on the wall, or even a hairpin in their hair.

Everyone, clutching their respective "slaughter tools," silently lined up and entered the study of the Dulles patriarch.

...

If, as the Great Old One Imnar said, blood feuds are the deepest source of resentment in human civilization, then for the victims, the most desperate end would most likely be dying at the hands of their own blood relatives and descendants whom they know best.

At the very end of his life, the fear that the head of the Dulle family faced was unimaginable to anyone.

In the dimly lit study, his field of vision was filled with the faces of his children and descendants. Those faces were so familiar, yet the coldness in their eyes was so unfamiliar.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of indifferent people, sharp objects such as knives, candlesticks, hairpins, and brooches were neatly and orderly inserted into the body of the Dulle family head.

He was powerless to resist.

Or rather, his soul was crushed and turned to dust by endless fear before his body perished.

……

Milo did not stay to witness this horrific scene.

Those descendants of the Dulle family who were under his control would remain on the estate after killing their elders until the crime scene was discovered.

Crushing an insignificant descendant of a heretic did not affect Milo's mindset in the slightest; naturally, he saw no need to stay.

However, Milo "enjoyed" the fear that arose deep in the soul of the Dulles patriarch before his death.

...

This doesn't even qualify as revenge, because Milo never felt any sense of hatred from beginning to end.

He only vaguely grasped a few clues; that subtle feeling told him that what he had done to the Dulles could not be defined as revenge, but rather more like…

discipline.

Yes, perhaps that word is more appropriate.

This is a posture that only a superior can adopt towards an inferior.

……

However, Milo wasn't in the mood to delve into the details right now. He appeared to be conducting no investigation, but in reality, he already knew all the crucial information he needed.

...

First of all, the one who could see and kill Grasso must be a visionary or higher.

Secondly, the man placed a ritual totem in the opera house using Grasso's corpse. Milo had never seen this totem before, but it was placed in the spot where Imnal was exiled, indicating that he was most likely a follower of Imnal or Engel Kolas.

Finally, this is information that Milo has only just learned.

Those were people from Cainhurst Castle who had recently visited Dulles Estate.

The stench emanating from those filthy vampires was far more pungent to Milo than the stench of rotting corpses; it was impossible for him to miss it.

In conclusion, the person who killed Grasso had a triple identity.

Visionaries, believers, and vampires.

Initially, Milo viewed vampires as a mutated race, similar to the worshippers in the desolate mountains of Icam who fed on living people.

But now Milo has a different opinion of them.

They are not a limited race. Just as a madman like Klaus can trigger the beast disease and transform into a beast like an ordinary human, vampires should be beings with all the potential of humans. They also have their own gods or Great Old Ones to worship, and they can even become powerful visionaries through some means.

The vampire spirit seer who entered Nanwei City had many compelling reasons to carry out a bloody operation against Milo.

Whether as a follower of Imnar or Engel Korath, a vampire, or a visionary aspiring to advance further on the path of ascension, his triple identity drives him to stand in opposition to Milo.

If such a person had arrived in Nanwei City a year earlier, Milo would have faced a huge crisis.

But now, the situation has turned into him jumping into an abyss from which he can never wake up...

……

For a long time, Milo has been in a relatively passive position. Whether facing the Great Old Ones or the more powerful Outer Gods, the plot seems to always follow a certain pattern—they weave a web of conspiracy, which Milo has to painstakingly investigate and counterattack.

Perhaps for the relatively weak and ignorant Milo of the past, he could not escape this kind of rule.

However, things are different now; strictly speaking, he is already part of the Shadow Sequence.

In the eyes of the church, he was a superior being burdened with sin; in the concept of Miskatonic University, he was an untouchable and incomprehensible being.

Milo has not yet become a nightmare for those in power, but now someone is actually deliberately walking into the arms of that nightmare.

It's time for him to experience this change in status and position.

……

Milo returned calmly to the city's law enforcement office.

He made a few simple deployments.

The first step was to send someone to the Dürer estate again, ostensibly to invite the Dürer family to clarify the many misunderstandings that had occurred previously.

If all goes as expected, the law enforcement officers will find the mutilated body of the Dulles patriarch and bring all the "perpetrators" to justice. This is Milo's trial of the family that inherited the heretical culture of the swamp, and he doesn't care how many of the younger generation of the Dulles are innocent.

In fact, he hadn't even considered this issue.

Secondly, arrange for people to protect your family members.

Given the current situation, it may be difficult for the seven members of the Exiled Shadows to protect the Valrokan family as easily as they did on the Night of the Hunt.

Fortunately, they now have a Night Demon by their side.

There was no doubt about the tacit understanding between Milo and Yan, and he was very confident in that.

……

The final step was to settle my friends in the law enforcement team.

Compared to the first two things, this third thing was actually dispensable, at least that's what Milo initially thought. The main reason was that he didn't want Grasso's experience to happen to others again.

...

"So you have to keep an eye on Rebecca and the others for me."

Milo said this to Rick.

The latter was completely bewildered when he received the order: "What do you mean I have to keep an eye on Rebecca? She's my boss's boss, she has more power than me, she's better at fighting than me... it seems like she's better than me in every way."

“I didn’t tell you to tie her up. You can find something for her to do, like creating some trouble for her. Use your imagination, it’s your specialty, as long as you don’t let her leave the city.” Milo shrugged.

After all, the city is currently being guarded by hunters like Monquia. Although the hunters have no obligation to protect Milo's relatives and friends, their duty is to hunt down the Apostles of Calamity, which is essentially the same thing.

But as soon as Milo finished speaking, he saw a pale-faced Rebecca walk out of the basement and go straight up to the second floor.

He sensed something and immediately frowned.

Watching Rebecca's forlorn figure as she walked alone up the stairs carrying her weapon pouch, Milo shook his head and said to Rick:

"Pretend I didn't say anything."

Then he hurriedly got up and followed Rebecca.

……

When did this woman become a psychic?

(End of this chapter)