They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 212 Mail Package
"Hmm." Lia slowly put her hands behind her back, her gaze deep, exuding an air of quiet authority.

As a poet, he should have recited a poem at this moment, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the poem that should have flowed naturally just wouldn't come out.

"I don't think I can write poetry on the spot. Strange, am I really a poet? And my assistant... I don't even know this detective."

"Forget about the poetry issue for now. The problem now is to convince these investigators to let us help them with their investigation."

Lia briefly suppressed her doubts about her own identity and looked at the investigators: "Who said older people can't be assistants? Do you have a problem with my identity as an assistant?"

"No, no, no, we were just mentioning it casually. So, my seemingly wise assistant, where do you think we should begin our investigation?"

"It's very simple. Just ask the residents in the neighborhood if anything strange has happened recently. They know more about something as big as a murderer in the area than we do."

And the two feet I saw earlier were very...fresh, they must have died not long ago.

As she spoke, Ria looked around and knocked on the nearest door. When the door opened, Ria found herself facing a hunched-over, white-haired old woman.

She looked at Ria, who thought for a moment and decided not to provoke her. If the old woman knew that there was a psychopathic killer nearby who could dismember people at any time, she would probably collapse to the ground.

Intuition told Ria that it was best not to confront the elderly person who had fallen.

"Hello, madam. We are a research team investigating household water usage. Are your children at home?"

"What water?" The old woman didn't understand, but she still called her child out. When the man saw Ria, he didn't quite understand what was going on, but when he saw the investigator behind him, his breathing quickened.

His first reaction was to close the door, but Ria reacted quickly and braced the door with her arm. Suddenly, she realized that she was surprisingly strong and almost bent the door.

“What do you want to do?” Ria asked him.

"I...I...I don't know anything, don't arrest me."

"Who said we're here to arrest you? If you haven't done anything wrong, why are you locking the door?"

“Don’t be afraid, we’re just here to ask if anything strange has happened here lately.” Calvin stepped forward, trying to soften his tone, but the other person seemed even more eager to close the door.

"Your appearances are never good news, and I don't want to get involved with anything dirty!"

After he said that, Ria didn't speak, but instead looked around the house. The man was very wary: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm checking to see if that lady has left yet."

After confirming that the old man had gone upstairs, Ria grabbed the man's head and tried to slam it against the door: "Speak up! Don't you know I escaped from a mental hospital? If you know, say you know; if you don't, say you don't. Do I have to teach you this?"

Who are you calling filthy?!

His movements were so fast that Calvin and the others didn't have time to react. Only Ivand took a drag of his cigarette and said, "Don't scare him. He's about to wet his pants."

“Every profession gets slandered, that’s nothing. I’ve heard even harsher comments than this. For an investigator, being admired or hated is secondary.”

"I know we need the truth more than anything else."

Ria calmed down. He wasn't angry to begin with; rather, the person had been intimidated and had tremblingly told the truth, saving them a lot of trouble.

“I saw someone carrying a knife walk past my window at night, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Later, I realized something was wrong. If you’re going to investigate, investigate that person. He was dressed like a postman. Yes, I remember him as a postman!” “Have you ever received any mail delivered by him?”

"I don't accept packages!"

"Really? Then what's at your feet?"

As Ria asked the question, the man's hair stood on end for no apparent reason. He stiffly shifted his gaze to his feet and discovered an open box on the ground, containing a human head with missing hair and shoulders.

This cutting method is quite rare, but Ria didn't take a closer look. He picked up the box in a very short time to avoid scaring the person in front of him into a frenzy.

But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't stop the man's gaze. His pupils dilated violently, and he pointed at the package, stammering and unable to speak.

Ria examined the information sheet on the cardboard box and found that it seemed to match their current location, and the house number was also completely correct.

So here's the problem.

This package hadn't appeared yet. Where did it come from, and how was the body delivered here under the noses of so many people?

This is undoubtedly a provocation to the investigators.

Calvin took a deep breath: "Could it be that they've already discovered we're investigating him?"

"I'm afraid so, the other party has some kind of special means."

Ivand seemed to know something, but he didn't intend to say anything, silently playing the investigation game with the group of newcomers in various senses around him.

Of course, he did this mainly for the all-round development of his students in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. In order to understand the truth of the guard, he had to experience certain things.

"Their methods are truly formidable."

Ria stared at the body parts in the box. Judging from the appearance, it was a woman, probably between twenty-five and thirty years old. She wondered what deep-seated hatred she had for the killer that led to her being dismembered.

"Wait, the feet I saw before were at least size 40, and they were somewhat deformed. Are these really the victim's feet?"

Regardless of the answer, another head, still attached to the shoulder, appeared in Calvin's notebook. He closed the notebook heavily: "Perhaps this matter is beyond our control. We should..."

"Captain, there's a note on your clothes!" a teammate reminded Calvin, then tore the note off. It read—

How interesting! Collecting body parts and piecing them together will bring surprises. If you don't piece this person together by sunrise tomorrow, death will befall you.

By the way, the body parts will randomly appear in various corners. Let's play the game together!

"Is this person mentally ill?!" Calvin frowned after reading the note. He knew that some people had such a perverse sense of humor, but this was the first time he had encountered someone with such a daring sense of humor.

"The other party seems to have the ability to move objects silently."

Ria touched the surface of the paper, and the contents on the paper suddenly changed.

[Congratulations on guessing correctly! I'm rewarding you with a heart!]

(End of this chapter)