I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 186 The Director is Good at PUA
"York David, a first-level investigator from the Extraordinary Investigation Bureau."

"Second-level investigator of the Extraordinary Investigation Bureau, Sif Smith."

"Greetings, sir!"

"Save time and introduce the current situation."

"Yes, sir! After several days of surveillance, we found that..."

The reports of the two investigators were nothing but nonsense to Wyatt, and he couldn't listen to them for long.

Simply put, if you enter thick fog to conduct a tracking investigation, you will soon lose track and become completely disoriented.

While outside, they monitored the cemetery from all directions, including all major entrances and exits, as well as the walls. However, no one was seen coming out until the fog cleared.

During the day, the two would conduct a thorough search of the cemetery, but would find no trace of the secret passage.

In addition, the Requiem Cemetery is right behind the Holy Cathedral, and it is also wrapped in the large-scale protective ceremony of the Holy Cathedral, so it is simply unrealistic to teleport there.

To the two investigators, the pagan who appeared in the Requiem Cemetery appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared out of nowhere.

In this regard, the two expressed their incomprehension, and at the same time hoped that Wyatt could understand that it was not that their level was too low, but that the opponent was so difficult.

York concluded with his rich investigative experience that the heretical force they were investigating was led by at least one patriarch and was an event of the same magnitude as the birth of the Son of God that occurred at Clara College.

The two of them tried their best to prove that the investigation had made no progress, not because of their own fault, but because the other party's difficulty was far beyond their ability to handle.

But Wyatt's attitude made the two sweat.

No reaction at all, that's the worst possible reaction.

Wyatt wandered around the cemetery on his own, moving between the tombstones. These tombstones symbolizing great men of the church seemed no different from ordinary tombstones at this moment, and Wyatt didn't care.

He would even touch the tombstone with his fingers to check if there was any dust, and sometimes he would curiously touch the traces of inscriptions.

Even the tribute, he would pick it up, smell it, and then put a sip into his mouth.

York and Sifer's hearts were in their throats.

The Kingdom is investigating the heresy in Shenhui City, which is also a good thing for the Church, so the actions of York and other investigators are tacitly approved by the Church.

Otherwise, they would not be able to enter and leave the Cemetery of Requiem freely. You know, this is also considered an important place in Shenhui City.

If believers outside knew that the director of their kingdom entered the requiem cemetery and ate while walking around like he was visiting a market, and that what he ate were offerings, it would surely cause public protests.

York was having a headache at this moment. He felt that he had figured it out. No matter how capable this director was, he had no intention of investigating him seriously at the moment.

His attitude is not a work attitude.

Anyway, they have a strong backing, so when something goes wrong they can just walk away, and it's not the workers like me who have to bear the responsibility.

York glanced at Sever, whose expression at the moment was as ugly as constipation. There was no doubt that they had the same idea.

"Sir, why don't we go to the base to discuss the case first? There really are no clues in the cemetery."

"Without any clues, why did you come to such a conclusion?"

"Because... we really can't find it."

"If you can't find it, then it doesn't exist?"

"This one……"

"Everything that exists leaves traces. That's the saying hung in the lobby of the Investigation Bureau. You've forgotten it." Wyatt took another bite of the apple that was offered as a tribute. "Can't find it = it doesn't exist. Have you worked hard? Have you been serious about finding clues? How can you be responsible to the people like this!"

Did this guy also work in the Investigation Bureau? Why does he curse people in exactly the same way as the director?

"The Bureau pays you to work, and this is how you give back to the Bureau? Do you still want to work here? The current employment situation is so difficult. Can you find a good job if you leave the Bureau?"

"Think about it carefully. You are already an adult. Can you save up the down payment for a small house? How many horses can you afford to keep for a carriage? Do you have the nerve to chat up those ladies at social gatherings?"

"Don't think you can rest easy just because you've become a first-level investigator. There are so many people climbing up the ladder. There are plenty of people who can replace you. If you can't do something, there are plenty of people who can do it." "I'm doing this for your own good. Why do you think I'm saying this? Only those who think you're rotten are unwilling to say this to you!"

Wyatt threw the fruit core casually, and it hit a tombstone.

Wyatt put his fingers into his mouth, hoping to remove the fruit peel stuck between his teeth, and York took the opportunity to fight back.

"I am incompetent, so please tell me how to find the missing clues!"

I've seen many superiors who only talk the talk but don't practice. I don't believe you can find it out right away.

York originally thought that Wyatt would find an excuse to get away with it, but he agreed very straightforwardly.

"what?!"

Wyatt turned and waved, motioning for the two to follow.

The two people were confused and could only follow with doubt.

On the way, Wyatt asked a few questions.

"What are the characteristics of the divine arts of the five major heresies?"

"Evolution controls flesh and blood, Disaster controls plagues and natural disasters, Pleasure controls emotions, Fate controls the spiritual realm, and Chaos controls dreams."

"The first infected Vigil follower was determined to have fainted."

"If you mean sleeping, then I can give you a definite answer. It has nothing to do with the power of Chaos."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because this is the conclusion given by the vigil priest, and it is quite certain."

"What are the characteristics of "holy" divine arts?"

“Absolute purification of pollution.”

"You are right, so can the "holiness" magic accurately identify the type and source of pollution?"

York stopped subconsciously. Wyatt's words did inspire him.

That night, the priest on night watch used divine magic to remove the pollution in order to save the unconscious believer.

He did not make a detailed appraisal, but only relied on his personal experience. Besides, appraisal was not the specialty of "Holy" theurgy.

The priest was very young. In fact, all the priests who could be assigned to the night watch were trainee priests. If they encountered a heretic with a high level of divine attainments, combined with the current situation.

Even though the priest's tone was firm, his statement could not be fully believed.

But what's the use of figuring this out now? The pollution on the Night Watch believers has been cleared, but the clues are still broken.

I have to admit that Wyatt is really amazing to be able to see such a flaw from just a few words.

But the clues are still interrupted, and it will be useless if new clues are not found.

While they were in a trance, the two were brought to the fence by Wyatt.

“The clue is right here.”

"Are there any clues here?"

"of course."

Wyatt had his back to the two of them, and at this moment a hint of pink flashed in his eyes.

"Enjoyment" has absolute control over emotions. Wyatt can now use the corresponding divine arts to see the emotions left here.

Amidst the piety, nostalgia and sorrow, ecstasy is very abrupt.

(End of this chapter)