The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Seeing that Haida seemed unable to pull her sword from the monster's corpse, the remaining two seized the opportunity and rushed towards her... They were two completely rotting canines, their mouths replaced by long, straw-like tongues.

"Second, third."

Heda could certainly have forcibly drawn her sword and sliced ​​them both in half with a single horizontal slash. But at this moment, she chose a more energy-efficient method…5

Without anyone noticing, she had lowered her hand from the sword hilt and taken out her two large-caliber pistols from the holster in the hem of her nun's robe.

"boom!"

As the spent cartridge case was ejected with a flash and a bang, the steel-core bullet accurately struck the eye sockets of the two "sniffer dogs".

"One of the dogs aimed its mouthparts at my ankle, while the other lunged at my arm, trying to knock me down."

"Their cooperative hunting behavior is just like that of a living wild animal..."

Haida frowned slightly as she pondered, but her hands moved with lightning speed. After drawing her power sword, she casually sliced ​​up the corpses of the three monsters on the ground, meticulously completing the finishing blow.

Her philosophy on finishing touches is very simple: if someone survives without a head, it's because I didn't finish them off properly; if someone survives being cut into pieces, that's impressive.

Flamel stood to the side, not saying a word, but his amber eyes revealed undisguised longing.

Heda's killing spree possesses a chillingly eerie beauty.

Clean and efficient, methodical, and with a ruthless determination... If it were an enemy, it would undoubtedly be terrifying.

But if it's a friend, it inevitably gives one a strong sense of security... This funeral maid is just too reliable.

Come on, a nun who can seamlessly switch between using a folding knife and a two-handed greatsword, and is even proficient with firearms, is really charming...

"Sister Haida, are there no more monsters?" Flamel quietly moved a little closer to Haida.

Heda's nostrils flared, and after sniffing for a few seconds, she gave her conclusion.

"The situation inside the building is still unclear. But at least there's no new smell coming from the outside. Let's go inside first."

As she spoke, she walked toward the back door of the building.

This is a somewhat old house, constructed with brick and wood. ※|伍@［六:★℃¤

Although covered in wire mesh and mold, some antique style can still be seen from the half-rotten decorations... somewhat resembling a Western-style mansion.

“Mm,” Flamel replied obediently.

She tiptoed carefully across the scattered pieces of flesh and blood, trying not to step on the filth.

The two stood still in front of the door, which was covered with crimson rust.

Although the back door of the mansion was small and hidden, it was fitted with an exceptionally exquisite lock. The latch was heavy and sturdy, gleaming with the luster of a hard alloy, and its design suggested it was a key lock.

Out of respect for her guide, Haida first asked Flamel, who was standing next to her, about the specifics.

"Flamel, do you know where the key is?"

“I’m sorry, Sister Haida. I don’t often walk this road either… I don’t know when it was locked.”

The girl put her hands down in front of her abdomen and stuck out her tongue somewhat awkwardly.

"It doesn't matter."

Heda didn't seem surprised by this. Or perhaps, she had already come up with a solution.

If Dr. Fran were here, she would probably have the leisure and inclination to solve the mystery.

But for the nun, "efficiency" and "feasibility" are the top priorities. As long as these two points are not a problem, she doesn't mind using the most direct and brutal methods.

Haida gripped the hilt of her sword in reverse, lifted the power sword "Nie," and thrust its tip into the alloy lock cylinder.

"Qiang!"

The entire lock was snapped in two, as if it were not made of steel... but rather a tofu product that had just been cooked with brine.

Heda gripped the rusty handle and pulled the door open, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Behind the door was a long, dark corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly, even more secluded than the outside world. Candlelight flickered on both sides of the corridor, and the covers of the paintings on the walls were covered with rotting green mold.

Although Flamel had not shown any fear, Heda felt her grip on her hand tighten.

　△粦÷〇°~祁◇≯×死仨蕗肿”∞Ｚ惙ｑ�UN： The two stepped into the mansion, the candlelight beneath them flickering slowly with the firelight.

As if a night breeze were blowing, the ancient door, covered with rust marks, slowly closed.

However, this time... there was no sharp, ear-piercing friction sound like when it was pulled apart; the whole process was smooth and quiet.

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Chapter Ninety-Two: The Shadow of Blood Ties [The Hill of Silence]

The mansion reeked of the raw, metallic smell of rust, and was covered in filthy stains from congealed and decaying blood.

The corridor was filled with ashen dust, as if it had been neglected for a long time, so much so that every step left a shallow mark.

Haida bent down, gently picked up a speck of dust with her fingertips, and sniffed it lightly.

"Calcium-rich ash."

The "dust" on the ground is very similar to cremated remains in both color and shape. Even if it did not originate from humans, it is probably the residue of some living creature after it was burned.

"Pack some up and take them with you."

As she spoke, she took out a quartz sampling tube from the storage bag at her waist and filled it with the ash on the ground.

Some rituals performed by the Hunters use human ash as a material. For example, in the third type of ritual, "Dissolving Evil," used to neutralize contaminants, it's always good to have some materials on hand.

Flamel, standing to the side, touched his lips with his index finger, a hint of confusion in his eyes, wondering why the nun was collecting the dust here.

After this brief interlude, Haida led her deeper into the long-abandoned mansion.

"Follow me."

Having experienced Dr. Fran's sudden disappearance, Haida didn't want to see any more sudden changes happen to the girl.

　↓≯〕／溜△叁≤『四⊙yUe费群、: “Hmm.” Flamel lowered his head and responded softly.

Since they were only entering the mansion to get to their destination, the two of them didn't need to go upstairs to explore. They could simply walk from the back door to the main entrance in the front hall.

That being said, the interior structure of the mansion is extremely complex.

The corridors were narrow, dark, and winding, like a sheep's intestines. Numerous rooms with unclear meanings were interconnected, making it easy for outsiders to get lost if they were not careful.

Even with Flamel's guidance, it still took some time to get to the foyer.

As she moved forward, Haida did not forget her professional habit of investigating cases, searching for things that might contain clues while remaining vigilant.

"Sister Haida, there!"

Flamel pointed to a half-open door, where a smiling head slowly peered out horizontally into the room.

It resembled an infant, yet was excessively large; it resembled a dead person, yet its facial features were writhing in agony.

So close? Perhaps it's a side effect of overloaded psychic awareness; I didn't even notice it...

Heda gripped her power sword tightly with both hands and with a vertical slash, severed the head that had peeked out of the room.

The head rolled off with a thud.

But at the same time, an arm much larger than a normal person's reached out from inside the door and knocked Haida back more than several meters.

If an ordinary person were hit by this, even while parrying with a sword, they would probably be knocked to the ground and break several ribs.

However, it is clear that Haida's physical condition is far from that of an "ordinary person".

After catching the attack, she only paused for a moment before drawing her sword again and leaping into the room. The monster's true form was then revealed.

Its body was huge and bloated, with two strange arms supporting it on the ground instead of legs, and its skin was a stiff, deathly gray.

Most importantly... besides the severed head, this monster still had a head. At that moment, it was screaming shrilly like an infant.

Twins, or simply deformities?

The answer is no longer important.

Just as the monster was about to raise its arm again, the nun in black robes closed in and stood in front of it.

The power sword emitted a near-pleasant metallic hum, and the bloated body of the twin was quickly cleaved into neat little pieces by the blade. Blood and thick fluid gushed out... and it collapsed to the ground.

"Woo..."

Before the strange, mournful cry could even escape its throat, Haida had already plunged the sword into its eye socket.

Of all the monsters Haida has encountered, apart from the giant statue roaming the main street, this twin is currently the strongest individual.

Taking advantage of its size, it even had a slight edge in strength over Haida. If she only had guns and a folding knife, it would probably take a long time to completely defeat it.

Ultimately, however, the twins are nothing more than flesh and blood... Under the adamantite blade of the power sword, their only fate is to be shredded.

"Hoo." Haida breathed a sigh of relief and rested for a while, leaning on the hilt of her sword.

If a hunter of secrets were to experience a spiritual collapse of the magnitude of "blood tears," they would require immediate treatment, or their life would be in danger. However, Haida was merely weakened and still retained extremely high combat capabilities.

Flamel ran to Heida's side, looking at her with concern.

"Sister Haida, are you hurt?"

"No, I'm just a little tired. Let me rest here for a few minutes."

Heda wiped the blood from her nun's robes, which had been stained with blood from the battle, a hint of weariness flashing in her grey-chestnut eyes.

"Ah."

Flamel helped Heida to the wooden bench in the room and they slowly sat down.

Because of the brief rest, Haida finally had the chance to observe the room. She initially just glanced at it casually, but she quickly noticed something unusual…

This room appears to be the meeting hall of a mansion. The room is spacious and airy, decorated in a solemn and magnificent style, with a long wooden parliament table standing in the center.

In addition, on the wall behind the head of the parliamentary table, there was a portrait. Although the cover was covered with mold and rust, the outline of a blurry face could still be vaguely seen.

From the moment she entered the mansion, she noticed the paintings that were almost everywhere in the corridors. But most of them were heavily corroded, and even after scraping off the rust with a folding knife, it was difficult to make out what was depicted on the canvas.

About fifteen minutes later, Haida finished her rest.

At this moment, her nearly exhausted spiritual awareness showed signs of recovery, and her physical weakness was relieved.

Heda rose from the bench and slowly walked to the huge portrait in the center of the conference hall, beginning to remove the rust. Flamel followed curiously beside her, but simply watched quietly without asking any questions.

As the fungal plaque and fragments of oxidized metal peeled away, the objects depicted in the painting gradually became clearer.

—He was a hunter dressed in winter hunting attire. He wore a leather tricorn hat, and a massive, shadowy scythe stood beside him.

He gave off an indifferent and cold feeling, like a finely crafted weapon unsheathed, a steel-core bullet ready to be fired, at any moment to reap lives.

But he looked very young, probably not even thirty years old. And what was most surprising was... a barely perceptible, faint smile on his lips.

Somewhat stiff and shy, this greatly diluted the hunter's cold and murderous aura.

Haida's breathing became slightly heavier.

It was obvious that the person in the portrait was her father, Yaheng Moira. But how did his portrait end up here? And that faint smile… could that person even smile?

Since birth, Haida had never seen her blood relative smile. No, she should say she had never seen any expression on his face other than indifference.

"Sister Haida? Do you know this brother in the painting?"

Seeing Haida fall silent with a complex expression, Flamel finally couldn't resist her curiosity.

Haida felt a little flustered, but she didn't hide anything and answered her truthfully.

"He is my father."

"...It's actually my father? I thought it was my brother."

Flamel opened his amber eyes, looking somewhat surprised.

After all, although the two looked somewhat alike, they appeared to be the same age. However, she didn't dwell on this... after all, the portrait looked quite old, and it wasn't impossible that there was a time gap of more than twenty years between them.

"let's go."

Yaheng's oil painting gave Haida a bad feeling; she had to hurry up and leave the mansion.

The two quickly left the conference room and headed back to the front hall.

The large room fell silent again, with only the broken bodies of twins lying in a pool of crimson blood.

Without a sound, the young chief hunter in the portrait slowly closed his eyes.