I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Now it was Boris's turn to give the police a dangerous look.

57. I discovered I'd been targeted and banned in a QQ group.

Although the situation was somewhat awkward at one point, Mr. Boris ultimately did not lay a hand on the police.

As a civil servant who assaults a police officer who is also a government employee, he will likely be dismissed from his post soon under some pretext—and there are many others eyeing Mr. Boris's position.

On the other hand, after World War I, the police's law enforcement powers greatly increased, especially in Vienna, where anyone who dared to assault the police had grounds to arrest them on the spot, or even kill them.

Li Lin's dark eyes remained calm and unwavering: "Shouldn't we get down to business now?"

Upon hearing this, the police officer looked at Li Lin and waved him away, indicating that he should go about his business and not worry about whether the police were present.

Police departments in this era did not exclude private investigators. Characters such as Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, Auguste Dubin, and Father Brown all reflect the important role of private investigators in criminal cases. They became more or less helpers to the police department. The former gained fame and benefits, while the latter gained performance.

Li Lin walked over and first looked at the five members of the Sirius family lying in the coffin. Mr. Sirius was a lawyer who was nearly fifty years old, his beautiful wife was not yet thirty, and of the three children, the eldest sister and the second son were already adults, while the youngest daughter was only ten years old.

"Mr. Sirius had a wife who died from postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to their son. This woman was originally a singer at a bar, but after meeting Mr. Sirius, she became a full-time housewife and gave birth to a daughter for him a year later."

Another policeman came over, took out the file, and told Li Lin about it.

"Any ideas, Mr. Hunter?"

Seeing that Li Lin remained silent, the policeman was not too anxious. He indicated that Li Lin could go and check on Sirius's residence.

Li Lin pushed open the half-closed door, but the expected stench did not come out. Instead, there was a faint fragrance in the air. Li Lin went to the kitchen and turned on the tap, but found that no blood flowed out.

The policeman behind Li Lin, seeing his actions, shrugged helplessly: "You also heard this from Mrs. Boris—blood coming from the tap, handprints on the window, hearing crying in the middle of the night, and seeing someone staring at you when you turn around..."

"Are you trying to say that the blood in the tap was just the water company's negligence, the handprints on the window were made by the child, the crying in the middle of the night was from a wife being abused by her husband, and the shadowy figure you saw when you turned around was due to fatigue from work?"

Li Lin turned around and sneered.

The officer frowned. Although he wanted to refute Li Lin's statement, that was indeed their version of events.

Li Lin, on the verge of a breakdown, was not one to back down. Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of venomous words, a sharp scream came from across the hall.

"It's the Boris family."

Li Lin and the police officer rushed into Boris's house and saw a bright red liquid gushing from the kitchen faucet.

The heavy stench of blood filled the Boris family's room. Mr. Boris, holding his nearly unconscious wife, roared at the police, "What are you all doing?!"

"They are getting closer to science."

Li Lin answered naturally, and before anyone could stop him, he rushed to the tap and took a big gulp.

"what are you doing?"

"Stop!"

"Hey!"

A series of screams rang in his ears. Li Lin casually picked up a silk handkerchief and wiped his mouth. Looking at the stains on the handkerchief, he raised his eyebrows.

It looks a bit like a sanitary napkin.

Feeling disgusted, Li Lin immediately threw the silk scarf far away.

"It's like a fine wine produced during the peak of the Parisian wine industry in 1850."

This statement was not made by Li Lin, but by Mr. Boris, who was still somewhat skeptical, after dipping his finger in the water. After saying this, he poured himself another glass, seemingly still wanting more.

Although this stuff looks and smells really like blood, it actually tastes just like fine wine.

"I'm going to burst out laughing," Li Lin said sarcastically from the side. "When I was drinking earlier, someone was yelling the loudest, and now he's standing by the tap himself, not letting anyone else drink."

Boris, who was standing by the tap, blushed.

Soon the red liquid in the tap began to fade in color and smell, and after ten minutes the liquid gushing out of the tap finally turned back into normal clear water.

Mr. Boris walked away from the tap in disappointment, watching the police file up and dismantle it for a closer look.

A moment later, the police, finding nothing amiss, surrounded Li Lin and Boris, since they were the only two people who had drunk the liquid.

"I already said, it tastes just like the finest wines from Paris."

The police then turned their investigation towards Li Lin, who had just drunk the most.

Why did you just rush up and drink it?

Li Lin patiently replied to them: "Think about it, this is a great opportunity to break down feudal superstitions."

The police officers looked at each other, wondering how this could be related to feudal superstition.

Li Lin cleared his throat: "On a stormy night, a lawyer's family met their demise in their apartment. What secrets lie behind the sudden deaths of the entire family? The situation is complex, the truth of their words is hard to discern, can the famous detective use the clues to unravel the mystery and find the killer?"

Why does this sound like the kind of tabloid styling you'd use? The Sirius family clearly died this morning, so how did it become a stormy night? More importantly, this guy only mentions the famous detective and doesn't say a word about the police station. Doesn't that make us look incompetent?

The police officers were internally cursing and their faces showed expressions of utter frustration.

"So what does this have to do with you drinking it?" a young auxiliary police officer complained, unable to hide his annoyance.

"Don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter. Face them with a smile. The best way to eliminate fear is to face it. The same applies to breaking superstitions. Just do it! Let's go!"

Li Lin replied without changing his expression: "If you don't try it, how will you know if this brown unidentified object in front of you is chocolate-flavored poop or poop-flavored chocolate?"

"What's the difference between these two?" the young auxiliary police officer shouted, feeling his nerves about to give way.

"Yes, there are." Li Lin never refuses questions from those who seek knowledge. "One is poop, and the other is chocolate. There are many opportunities to eat poop, but only one opportunity to taste poop with a clear conscience."

The police officers behind him all changed their expressions, their cheek muscles twitching from shock at Li Lin's outrageous remarks. The young auxiliary police officer looked blank, as if he had heard a mind-blowing answer. Mr. Boris was even more uneasy, the discomfort Li Lin caused him far exceeding any supernatural phenomena.

After a moment of silence, the officers decided to return to the police station to file a case. Such a series of sudden deaths of entire families was considered extremely serious and could not be ignored under any circumstances.

Although they were very worried about the safety of Mr. Boris and his family, the Vienna police department had limited manpower.

In other words, if Mr. Boris needs to deal with any unexpected situation, he can either rely on himself or on this "hunter" who is even more bizarre than the paranormal.

58 I originally thought there would be some crazy and erudite readers.

“I have a suggestion,” Li Lin said to Mr. Boris after the police left. “You can commit suicide beforehand and let the guy who was going to attack you go home disappointed.”

Mr. Boris wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

“Look, this widespread and gradually spreading fear must be the mastermind behind it wanting to see how you behave in despair. The more he does this, the more we should do the opposite. As long as I lie low enough, even top capitalists like Rockefeller and Morgan won’t be able to squeeze a single hair out of me.”

Boris stammered, "But...but can't there be a more normal way? Like Sherlock Holmes, finding clues to track the killer down and then catching him...?"

Li Lin replied, "Of course, that's one way, but lying down is faster. After all, as you can see, the police are completely helpless. They just come to record the situation and then leave."

Boris had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

“So it’ll cost extra,” Li Lin said, baring his fangs. “And it has to be paid in full upfront.”

Boris's breathing became heavy, and he instinctively leaned back on the sofa: "Okay... damn it, how much do you want?"

"Twenty pounds." Li Lin held up three fingers. "Money and goods settled. I'll help you resolve this strange incident right now."

So why did he hold up three fingers?

Boris got up from the sofa, walked into the room dejectedly, and came out clutching twenty one-pound notes. He was trembling as he handed the money to Li Lin.

It's not fear, it's heartache.

Li Lin snatched the money from Boris's hand and stuffed it into the system—in Boris's eyes, Li Lin was like a magician, turning the twenty bills in his hand into thin air.

In Li Lin's eyes, the twenty-pound banknote suddenly transformed into two cards stacked on the table, resembling shimmering gold coins.

[Some funds]

[Enough for me to live comfortably for a while.]

Seeing Li Lin conjure up the banknotes out of thin air, Boris was somewhat shocked: "This is... magic?"

"Unfortunately, I can't turn into a rabbit."

Li Lin stood up, the crowbar slipped from his sleeve and he held it in his hand. He walked towards the faucet, constantly adjusting his angle. When he was less than half a meter away, he swung the crowbar and struck the end of the faucet hard!

"Trying to run? I'll break your head!"

A stunning sight!

A sharp wail suddenly rang out from the air, as if Li Lin was not whipping metal, but a living creature.

Mrs. Boris, who had just managed to wake up, fainted again from fright. Even Mr. Boris staggered backward, his face pale, and leaned against the wall.

Red liquid gushed from the pool like a fountain, and the strong smell of blood rushed to the ceiling. Li Lin silently stretched out his left hand and, ignoring the torrent of liquid, probed into it. The bracelet on his wrist felt slightly hot.

He stared at his palm, silently reciting the secret teachings.

"Sparks burst forth, temperatures melted, and changes in metals and ores followed... The remnants of this action were still scalding hot."

The secret of first-order casting phase: scorching hot slag.

Two safe uses remain.

He unleashed an invisible spell.

The crimson liquid that was flying everywhere suddenly fell down all at once. Li Lin's five fingers went deep into the connection of the faucet. Bright flames flowed down along the shape of his fingers. Wherever they passed, metal deformed, wood burned, and liquid evaporated. The scorching flames flashed and disappeared, turning all the liquids they touched into steam!

Li Lin drew a pool of liquid from the water bucket.

While maintaining the intangible technique, the power of casting was applied to his palm, causing the temperature on it to instantly exceed 500 degrees Celsius.