World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 167 has come to a temporary end.
After finishing this elaborate charade, Lin An breathed a sigh of relief.

With this, the Foundation was finally able to stop its search and investigation of the "Ghost".

It wasn't that he was particularly afraid of becoming enemies with the Dietrich City branch; the main problem was that being separated from the Foundation's current identity would make it inconvenient for Lin An to carry out his next actions.

He had a premonition that Doris's entry was crucial to improving the rating of the "Encyclopedia of Mystery," but Lin An did not want Xi Yong to become aware of his existence.

Therefore, this attack must be swift and decisive, leaving no trace, and it would be best to muddy the waters and confuse the Canaanite family's vision.

If Lin An could trace the origins of Canaanite magic and Hittite rituals and upgrade the system, he would consider leaving the Eagle Kingdom.

He didn't want to get involved in the "great catastrophe" prophesied by the Golden Kingdom.

Hearing the piercing sirens of police cars, several unfamiliar mysterious figures surrounded Deval, who had fallen from the building. They were members of the Foundation's disciplinary team and had not been at the facility when they received the news, hence their late arrival.

They confirmed Deval's death and sent a message to the other two captains.

"The ghost... is it dead?" Mishi asked, her eyes wide.

"Hmm." Simon nodded, a genuine smile creeping onto his face. "This wicked fellow has finally received the death penalty he deserved."

"great!"

Lin An, who was the editor, director and male lead of the play, echoed his companion's words, but suddenly found that after killing the so-called "ghost", the data given by the system showed that the captain's pollution value dropped by a full 3%, while the radiation value increased by 0.5%.

Oh?
So, the "Lord of Dreams" eliminates pollution by "punishing evil and promoting good"?
This was unexpected by Lin An.

Noting down the new findings, Lin An continued the evacuation and rescue efforts for the students, teachers, and staff of the art academy, stealing a moment to reflect.

From Carmen, who initially stole fat, to Kim Ji-eun, who used golems to extract intelligence, to Deval, who now uses witchcraft to draw blood...

Their targets were invariably women, and each of them targeted a single component of human life.

Could it be that Doris Wood intends to use these materials to create a completely new human body?

It's quite similar to my little man in a bottle.

But if it's just about creating artificial life, then she's going to a lot of trouble.

Could it be that Doris is getting close to my mother because she wants the Hughes family secret, or because she's after my mother's bloodline...?

It seems that a battle between him and her is imminent.

I remembered that Lord Arthur's mission was to kill the [Ghost] first, and then capture the [Witch].

The foundation's next step is to go to the International Bridge...

Lin An glanced at the magic wand at his waist.

After several alchemical attempts, the basilisk's gems were completely altered, and it was unknown whether it could still be used to contact the witch.

The plaza of the art academy was filled with trembling students. They were unsure of what had happened, and coupled with the continuous stream of horrific news from Dietrich, they became increasingly disoriented. Cries, screams, and desperate shouts rose and fell.

But arranging their resettlement was not within Lin An's responsibilities.

Logistics staff arrived in special vehicles and discussed solutions with the local police.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, these individuals will naturally become the first group of students in Dietrich to receive "popular education in occultism."

After a busy day, Lin An parted ways with the rest of the foundation and returned to his apartment.

As soon as I turned on my computer, a report about the University of Ann Arbor came to my eye.

This time, the foundation only intercepted some third-party media outlets. Lin An saw that many mainstream official media outlets wrote about the ins and outs of the matter from an objective perspective.

At the time, a serial killer broke into the art academy, and in order to prevent him from harming the students, the authorities had to take a forced evacuation action.

As for the "monster police" people are talking about, it is a new "super energy" developed by the United Nations, which is currently in the experimental testing phase, so it is not allowed to disclose or take photos of it.

The official also promised that the technology will be gradually promoted to the public and enter thousands of households in the future.

Not only American journalists, but international news outlets have adopted a unified narrative about "super energy," and even other countries have successively exposed cases perpetrated by the mysterious figures, gradually guiding the public to accept the arrival of the era of the mysterious figures.

After reading the report, Lin An closed the webpage.

Not only the Dawn Association, but also established families around the world are intentionally making "Comers" known to the world.

The more Mystics use energy, the stronger Titan's gravity becomes, the wider the passage between the two planets becomes, and the higher the radiation limit for those high-rated Mystics.

For aristocratic families, this is undoubtedly a good thing.

Regardless of where Titan's future lies, Lin An needs to deal with the matters at hand first.

Upon opening the Foundation's email inbox, the first message was from the Minister of Civil Service, stating that they were compiling information and intelligence about "The Witch of Bavomet" and expected to formulate a complete battle plan in three to five days.

At that time, the Foundation will mobilize all members of its Direct Confrontation Department throughout Michigan to launch a full-scale siege against the Witch, and even the Chairman is preparing to join the battle. Chairman Avia?
Lin An thought this weak prophet would remain hidden behind the scenes and not participate in any operations.

Speaking of the president, his eyes darkened slightly as he opened an email from headquarters.

"Investigation report on Avia Emmanuel, president of the Dietrich branch of the foundation."

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Inside the foundation's facility, Deval's body was bound tightly with black straps and placed in a transparent glass case, awaiting further research and autopsy.

To ensure he was completely dead, the defense team monitored the isolation room in shifts, 24 hours a day.

"Ding."

The door opened, and the four members of Reagan's team showed their employee IDs to their colleagues in the defense team. They then surrounded the glass enclosure where Deval was placed, and looking at his grimacing, unseeing face, Captain Reagan was filled with emotion.

"The 'ghost' that has plagued Dietrich for three months is actually such a young college student. The radiation from 'Comers' is truly a terrifying weapon."

“He’s dead. We’re relieved,” Hector said briefly.

Just as the two were immersed in joy and a sense of accomplishment, Caroline let out a discordant sigh.

"I still feel like it's not over yet..."

"why?"

“Have you considered this possibility?” Caroline poked her sweetly curved chin with her finger, “The ghost…is there more than one?”

“What do you mean?” Reagan asked.

"We were the first team to come into contact with [Ghost], and we know his methods best. Ghost is a smart, cold, and lucky person, but also extremely self-centered, capricious, and indifferent. Most of the time, he does what he wants without any specific purpose."

Hearing Caroline's words, Vanessa chimed in as well.

“Initially, when the ghost committed murders, no matter how chaotic the scene was, the victims had no physical injuries other than their souls being shattered. That was what it truly meant to be elusive. However, since the ghost started ‘drinking blood,’ he has become less elusive.”

“The power of a mystic cannot diminish with the passage of time; on the contrary, it only increases. This is very strange in the case of a ghost.” Caroline hesitated, then continued, “And, Captain…”

"What?" Reagan asked, puzzled.

“Initially, when I was investigating the ghost, in addition to anger, I also felt a deep fear and powerlessness because the victims had no similarities; but recently that invisible awe has disappeared, as if we have come to know that we are only hunting down a simple murderer.”

"He would always target distraught women in nightclubs, bars, or dating forums in Dietrich, making brief contact with them before parting ways. Upon hearing this, you might already be picturing a specific killer in your mind."

"At first, the ghost didn't feel like that to us. It was truly mysterious and unpredictable. It didn't have any plan. More often than not, it seemed to be exploring around out of 'curiosity,' which is why it was even more terrifying."

Vanessa took over the conversation and announced the conclusion to everyone.

"In other words, he somehow transformed from a 'ghost' into a 'person'."

“There’s another discrepancy. The ghost always targeted mysterious people and never harmed ordinary people… but later it went on a killing spree against those who had no chance of resistance,” Caroline added.

“You’re overthinking it.” Reagan shook his head. “His mindset has probably changed after being exposed to the radiation from ‘Comers.’ Many mystics are like that, aren’t they?”

"Well, we can't rule out that possibility."

"Besides, why do you always think he's without desires? Ghost's individual combat power is so strong, the Foundation initially identified him as the Lord of Dreams, the Mother of Desire, the Judge, or the Emperor of War. In fact, he is indeed the Mother of Desire."

Reagan smiled, his tone sarcastic.

"Out of curiosity... How could that be! Could it be that the terrifying ghost belongs to the 'Seeker of Knowledge,' a medium with little lethality? Hahaha!"

“The combat strength of those who seek knowledge varies from person to person and is highly random,” Vanessa retorted, frowning.

“It’s not that I’m targeting Vanessa, but you’re the most skilled Seeker I’ve ever met in combat,” Reagan joked. “Even at San Francisco headquarters, Seekers mostly do auxiliary investigations, document filing, and logistical support.”

“The captain is right,” Caroline said, convinced. “Maybe I was just scaring myself.”

"Today is a memorable day." Reagan clapped his hands loudly to lighten the mood. "Don't overthink it. Nobody has ever seen a living ghost, who knows who he is? We're not lawyers, we don't need to study the psychological process of a murderer."

"Okay, Captain, I'll do as you say."

Caroline stuck out her tongue, abandoning the conspiracy theory, while Reagan looked at the thoughtful coroner.

"Vanessa?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I shouldn't have spoiled your mood." Vanessa held her phone with her floating hand and wrote a few lines in her notes app. "Let's go celebrate."

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