Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 541 Everyone Has Their Own Trouble
The fragility and resilience of life can sometimes exceed your imagination.

Just like the half-decadent witch Daisy brought back, after Milo transported her to the abandoned monastery in the north of the city, the flesh that had been cut apart by the temple began to heal rapidly after coming into contact with each other. As the contact surfaces were repaired, the Red Witch's sanity gradually returned, and she could even take out a needle and thread to sew up the wounds on her body and face.

The image of that old woman huddled in the corner, mending her body with a rusty needle, is enough to make anyone's sanity plummet, both physically and psychologically.

The low, weak, and hoarse breathing sounds kept coming down from the monastery's attic.

Milo's attention, however, was drawn to the rest of the commotion in the lower atrium.

He seemed to see that black baby stroller again...

...

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This wasn't the first time that the illusions from the Grim Reaper Mego had disturbed Milo's mind, nor would it be the last. Presumably, if the same thing happened enough times, Milo would gradually get used to it.

Milo has no way of finding any valuable clues in the illusion until he fully understands the specific purpose of the Raven, Crow, and the Sumerian civilization they inherited.

The elements of the illusion are very monotonous, basically just dim shadows, a black baby carriage, and the endless crying of a baby...

"The same thing will become boring if it is repeated too many times, except for pleasure houses, of course."

...

The legend of Mego, along with the series of cries and hallucinations, has been passed down like a virus within the Contract Organization since the moment the ruins of Sumeru were unearthed by archaeologists, until this generation's young archbishop—no, she wasn't from this generation.

In the end, Milo still couldn't get a clear look at the face of the person crying loudly inside the black baby stroller, but that was to be expected.

It is quite remarkable that such a small, abandoned monastery could simultaneously present two scenes carrying profound fear.

The witch sewing up a corpse and the baby stroller are two completely different kinds of fear.

But for ordinary people, the former is always more frightening.

Fortunately, no unlucky souls broke into the monastery at that time; it seems that this dilapidated old building, which looks like it could collapse at any moment, is not even favored by homeless people.

However, nothing is absolute.

Eventually, some unlucky souls witnessed the horrifying scene in the attic.

That was Marty, the youngest psychic in Nanwei City.

Still in the nightmare stage, every night when he closed his eyes, he could see all kinds of bloodshed and evil from the darkness. Compared to Marty's nightmare, the scenes of serial killers that Milo saw in his nightmare stage seemed a bit childish, because no matter what, visually it was still humans killing humans, not—a human girl giving birth to a heretical stillborn child, or a desiccated old man stitching up his wounds with long needles...

I don't know when it started, but the bottom line of sin and fear has been constantly being broken.

Just two years ago, the serial murders were already the worst scenes that a visionary in the Nightmare stage could see.

It seems that some kind of code is constantly breaking down, to the point that evil things that were never allowed to exist are constantly emerging into the conscious world.

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So Marty isn't afraid?
I was scared, of course I was scared, scared to death.

But this also reveals the duality of human fragility and resilience, specifically on a spiritual level.

Of course, when you have to bear things you shouldn't have to bear, your mind needs to release those negative thoughts and emotions through some irrational actions, such as putting your cat in a pot to cook.

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It was late at night. Marty was alone in the closet of the law enforcement office.

After being awakened by the nightmare, he did not fall back asleep. Instead, he stared wide-eyed at the close-up wardrobe door until dawn.

The truth is, he wasn't particularly afraid or terrified of the images he saw in his dreams.

It was as if something had devoured the fear that should have arisen in his heart, so that what followed was a feeling of "annoyance".

Perhaps, in the world of sanity, fear is indeed humanity's protective shield?

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It wasn't just Marty who felt this way; it was a difficult night for many.

For Yan, who inherited the power of the Night Demon, it was a physically difficult ordeal.

The consequence of recklessly squandering his wings and the black mist in the graveyard was that every breath he took during his long period of sagehood felt like it was being pierced by thorns, plowing his lungs again and again.

But Yan is the kind of person who always forgets the pain once the wound has healed.

I believe that if another ten days or half a month passes and some unexpected situation occurs, he will still arrogantly shout out bizarre trick names such as "strawberry chocolate".

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Compared to the previous two cases, where Marty also suffered both mental and physical torment, it's unclear what kind of torment our Chief of Staff Rebecca is currently facing; perhaps both.

Her main problem was that nearly a quarter of Nanwei City's ruins and refugees, enough corpses to fill the law enforcement morgue, and blank investigation reports for each individual body awaited her compilation.

Yes, I have no choice but to make it up.

Fortunately, the refugees and law enforcement team members were all distracted by someone's dream that night, and the chaos was brought under control in time, but the mess that followed still gave Rebecca a huge headache.

How can we explain that all the buildings on the southeast side of the city have suffered varying degrees of structural damage and collapse?
And those who died in the collapse.

Even deaths caused by being crushed by collapsing buildings are relatively easy to explain, but what about those who go missing? For example, the granddaughter of a certain magistrate in the city hall who went out on a date and didn't return home all night. It's said that the law enforcement team found fragments of her belongings on the street in the early hours of the morning.

There are many, many more similar cases.

Besides these, there are some even more difficult problems to solve.

Those were the descendants of ancient clans and believers in pagan religions.

Although the battle in the cemetery had temporarily ended, not all the heretics gathered by the Monsis School followed Claude and Monquia in their pursuit. Most of them remained, wandering around the vicinity of Nanwei City, as if the city possessed some kind of special attraction, making them reluctant to leave.

Fortunately, the seven members of the Exiled Shadows provided invaluable assistance.

Marshall, who was returning to the city from church late at night, also secretly contributed to the effort.

Otherwise, Rebecca would be truly isolated and helpless, since there's absolutely no way to call on the law enforcement team to deal with actions targeting people like the Familia.

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Compared to the "torture" and "pain" of the aforementioned individuals, the situation of a certain clueless person who failed to keep up with the pace throughout the entire process was much better.

She was neither suffering from mental torment nor physical pain; at this moment, she could only be described as a little confused.

That was Enid, who always "thought" she was dreaming.

(End of this chapter)