My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 167 Ambush on Rogers

At this moment, on Vesti's desk, the two royal warrants of the Prince of Wales were neatly arranged.

Sir Victy himself, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.

"Why the sudden increase in security...?"

Security at the Tower of London is indeed not strong, but that's only because the cells themselves are very sturdy.

Strengthening security is a reasonable argument, but if security needs to be adjusted, we need to recall all the people from that side first.

Vesti pressed his temples and decided to arrange another task first—to disperse the Anti-Smuggling Bureau's personnel to various locations to investigate potential illegal immigrants.

Recently, London has indeed seen a lot of flies and rats, which is quite annoying.

"Go find Inspector Favre; there's a mission to assign."

After giving his instructions, he leisurely lay back in his chair, waiting for his subordinates to arrive.

After a long pause, there was a knock on the door, and he calmly said:
"come in."

The door opened, and upon seeing who it was, Vesti paused, raising an eyebrow.
"Rogers? How's it going over there?"

The person who entered was none other than Inspector Rogers, whom he had previously sent to monitor Jules and Rutos.

Rogers first bowed, then said:
"They stayed at a hotel temporarily, but didn't reveal any useful information during their conversation, leading them to suspect that I might have been exposed."

As a detective, his personal ethics may be questionable, but his abilities are undeniable, and he has an extremely keen sense for clues.

Although there was no direct evidence, he made this judgment based solely on intuition.

Visti wasn't too surprised by what Rogers said, and replied:

"That's normal. After all, those two are people that the centipede values, so it's not surprising that they have some tricks up their sleeves."

Rogers nodded and said in a deep voice:

“I would like to apply for the ‘Life Compass’.”

Vesti raised an eyebrow and said:
“The centipede took one piece from the warehouse before, and now there are only two pieces left. Do you want to use them to track them?”

“Yes,” Rogers did not deny it, “the risk of close-range exposure is too great, I intend to track from a distance.”

Vesti hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Bring me the application form, I'll stamp it first. Fill in the details slowly, and then go to the warehouse to pick it up."

It's clear that he was still somewhat reluctant to part with it.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Rogers bowed again and silently left the office.

……

After obtaining the compass, Rogers immediately confirmed Jules' current location.

"Huh? Still at the hotel?"

He paused for a moment, then felt a little annoyed.

Could it be that the other side didn't actually notice us at all?
If you've discovered yourself, there's no reason you shouldn't stay put.

"Never mind, it's all the same..."

Rogers' figure silently blended into the shadows, moving in the direction indicated by the compass.

Before long, the familiar hotel came into view.

Rogers' figure in the shadows flowed smoothly into the night like water.

He easily located Jules and Rutos's rooms—the two had rented two rooms, and the lights were already off, indicating they were both asleep.

"How dare you sleep in front of me..."

Rogers smiled, feeling reassured.

Dreams are the true realm of the extraordinary beings of the lamp!

Those who are extraordinary at the first or second level of the lamp have not yet truly grasped the true mysteries of the lamp.

The third-tier Lamp Transcendent will be able to launch attacks through dreams!

If he succeeds in his attack, disguising it as the work of a worm, Sir Vesty will cover for him.

Rogers crept to the outside of Le0's room, and just as he was about to slip through the crack in the door, a slight noise suddenly came from inside.

The bed creaked—was someone getting up?
His heart tightened, and he quickly blended into the shadows of the corner.

The door slowly opened, and Jules came out, wearing a coat and looking wary. He looked left and right to make sure no one was around before walking out, as if he had something secret to do.

Rogers narrowed his eyes, his heart beating slightly faster.

Jules going out late at night must be suspicious!
If we can find some leverage over him, we can not only complete the lord's mission, but also potentially uncover even greater gains.

He suppressed the urge to act immediately and decided to follow them first.

To avoid being noticed by Jules, Rogers deliberately kept a distance, using only a compass to locate himself remotely while his figure moved swiftly through the shadows at the street corner.

Jules walked slowly, only occasionally stopping to look around, as if wary of possible being followed.

Seeing this, Rogers sneered inwardly.

Guided by the Life Compass, he didn't need to get too close, greatly reducing the chances of the other party discovering him.

After walking through several dimly lit streets, he suddenly noticed that Jules had stopped and was standing in front of a building.

It was a police station, dimly lit, with very few patrol officers on night duty.

Jules looked around to make sure no one was there, then leaped through the window, his movements so light they seemed to make no sound.

Rogers' pupils contracted slightly, a surge of excitement rising within him.

Jules sneaking into the police station late at night definitely has an ulterior motive!
However, this police station seems somewhat familiar...

He pondered for a moment and recalled the source of the familiarity.

It seems that the police officer they killed during the previous mission worked for this police station?

Rogers frowned, becoming more wary.

"I'd like to see what you're up to..."

His figure became a shadow, sliding down the wall to the window, where he cautiously peeked out.

The police station was dimly lit, with only a few oil lamps flickering in the wind.

Jules' figure flashed by at the end of the corridor, as if searching for something.

Rogers dared not be negligent; the shadow seeped in through the window cracks and quietly followed.

Jules walked with very light steps, as if he were very familiar with the terrain, and soon stopped in front of a door.

An old sign hung on the door, the words blurred, but the word "office" could still be vaguely discerned.

Jules didn't hesitate much and pushed the door open to enter. Rogers quietly followed, his shadow sliding into the room along the floor.

He hid in a corner behind the door, using the faint moonlight to survey his surroundings.

This is an abandoned office. The desk is covered in dust, the documents are scattered, and the bookshelf in the corner is crooked, indicating that it has been neglected for a long time.

Jules stood at the table, his back to the door, looking down at a stack of yellowed papers.

Rogers narrowed his eyes, his palms clenched slightly, and shadows gathered at his fingertips, forming thin blades, ready to strike at any moment.

Just as he was pondering whether he should take action, his gaze inadvertently swept over a nameplate on the table.

The plaque was covered in patina, but he would never mistake it—it bore the word "Fite."

Rogers' heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Officer Fate? The guy he killed with his own hands?

This office... was his workplace when he was alive!

He immediately recognized the abandoned office in front of him; it was here that he had dissected the police officer when he killed him.

Even some traces of blood can still be seen on the ground, obviously because the scene was sealed off to protect it, so that no one has cleaned or cleaned it up until now.

He instantly felt a chill rise up his spine, and his hand gripping the compass of life tightened involuntarily.

Just then, Jules slowly turned around, a mocking smile on his face, and looked directly at the shadows where Rogers was hiding. "Does this place seem familiar, Inspector Rogers?"

Jules' voice was low and carried an undisguised sarcasm.

Rogers was struck dumb, his body frozen in the shadows, his mind blank.

How did he know I was here?!
More importantly... he discovered me from the very beginning?!

“You…” Rogers gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with disbelief as it came from the shadows, “When did you find me?”

Jules sneered, slowly putting down the documents in his hand, his gaze piercing the shadows like a knife.

"Does it matter?"

He paused, his tone growing colder:
"I'm quite curious, you followed me here and didn't notice anything amiss?"

Rogers' heart pounded, a mixture of shock and anger coursing through his chest.

But he was, after all, a detective of some rank. He suppressed his panic and shouted:
"You think you can scare me with such a simple trick?"

His voice carried a hint of bravado masking underlying weakness:

"Dark Raven, you're too arrogant!"

Jules raised an eyebrow, took a step forward without fear, and locked his gaze on the shadows.

"Arrogant? Then try it, Inspector Rogers."

He knew that Rogers was a third-tier cultivator, but he also knew that the path Rogers was taking was the Principle of the Lamp, which was not adept at direct combat.

Moreover... he wasn't the only one.

Just as Rogers was about to launch an attack, he suddenly felt a scorching heat coming from behind him, the temperature even causing the air to distort.

"Rogers, it really was you."

Rutos's cold voice made Rogers turn his head stiffly.

"You...you two..."

He gritted his teeth, then suddenly sprang up, his shadow surging toward Jules like a tide!

In this situation, perhaps quickly resolving the issue with Yu Le and using him as leverage would offer a glimmer of hope.

He simply wasn't confident he could fight Rutos head-on.

But Jules just smiled mysteriously, unfolded a cloak and put it on, and immediately disappeared from his senses.

"Where did you go?"

Rogers' expression immediately turned grim upon sensing the chaotic power belonging to the moth.

This chaotic force wasn't strong, and he could easily see through it, but it had already caused him to lose his best opportunity to attack!

His response was a roar of flames coming from behind him.

boom!
Flames bloomed like flowers, engulfing the entire room!

……

The new police officer, who was transferred after Fate's death, was exhausted after a long day. He had just finished dealing with the case files and was about to take a nap when he suddenly heard an astonishing explosion of flames, which woke him up instantly.

"what happens?!"

Soon, the officers who remained on duty rushed over to report:
"Reporting, officer, it appears there has been an explosion in an abandoned office!"

The new police officer frowned and said:
Were there any subsequent explosions?

In this era of widespread industrialization, educated people generally have developed a sense of crisis prevention.

For example, after hearing an explosion, don't go over out of curiosity to join in the fun; there might be more to come.

"It seems there's nothing left, not even a few flames remained."

"...Then let's go take a look."

When everyone arrived at the scene, they were stunned by what they saw inside the room.

"What is this?"

A police officer picked up a charred object from the ground, squeezed it, and smelled it, his expression somewhat strange.

"It feels like..."

He hesitated to make a decision.

The newly appointed police officer stepped forward, glanced at the officers, licked his lips, and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be charred human limbs."

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

After further investigation, the group discovered new clues.

"The windows were shattered, but there seemed to be signs that they had been deliberately opened. It's very likely that someone broke in and caused a small explosion for some unknown reason. Besides, this was the former office of Officer Fett, who was attacked by the Ripper..."

After listening to the report, the newly appointed police officer sighed, waved his hand, and said:

"Report it. Fortunately, there were no casualties. This kind of thing might not be something we should get involved in."

He vaguely knew some of the inside information.

Officer Fett seemed to have been caught up in some struggle and became a victim—he didn't want to be the next victim of the Ripper.

……

Jules casually tossed the charred body of Rogers to the ground, stepped on his chest, and said indifferently:

"Do you have anything to say now?"

Rogers stared at Jules with a venomous look in his eyes, saying nothing.

Jules, in turn, stared back.

Lutos couldn't stand it any longer and said:

"Let's take a look at what I just found on him."

Jules turned his head and saw Lutos carrying something in one hand.

In his left hand was a compass, and in his right hand was a small bottle containing a twisted, shriveled insect corpse.

He was stunned when he saw what was in his left hand.

That compass seemed somewhat similar to the one the centipede had given him before.

Could they be the same kind of thing?
His attention quickly shifted to the right, and he took the small bottle in his hand, examining it with some surprise.

"This bottle looks like an ordinary bottle... What is this dead insect?"

He nudged Rogers, waiting for the latter to give him an explanation.

After a moment of silence, Rogers said:
"I won't tell you, give up."

Even if it means my own death, this matter of the worm must never be exposed, otherwise it will put the Anti-Eradication Bureau in a very unfavorable situation!
Jules glanced coldly at Rogers, pondering how to deal with him, when suddenly the information about the small bottle of insect corpses in his hand flashed before his eyes.

He was stunned when he saw the message.

[Residues of degraded worms]

[Quality: Tier 4 Rare Item]

【Effect:???】

[Introduction: The departed spirits have never truly perished—or perhaps, they simply continue to exist in the world in another form.]

"The remnants of a worm's decay?!" he murmured, his eyes widening suddenly.

He had considered many possibilities, but when he saw that it was indeed the worm remnant he was looking for, he still felt like he was in a dream.

It was truly a case of "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly"—he never imagined that what he had been so desperately seeking would be obtained so easily.
Jules suppressed his excitement, took two deep breaths, looked at Rogers whom he was trampling under his feet, and said calmly:
"It seems you've brought me a wonderful treasure, so I must repay you properly."

At that moment, in Rogers' eyes, Jules' smile carried the purest coldness and malice in the world.

(End of this chapter)