Chapter 3151: The Detective Shall Die (Part 13)

The group walked along the riverbank downstream.

"How does it feel to work in the church, sir?" Main Universe Batman asked, as if casually, walking side by side with Shiler.

"Nothing special," Shiler replied. "Most work is repetitive and boring, and very few can be called interesting. However, solving problems for believers also gives a sense of accomplishment."

"I think so too," Main Universe Batman said. "People always expect God to solve all problems, rather than preparing more firewood before winter comes. But if everyone were good at planning ahead, would God be happy or sad?"

"This question has an answer long ago," Shiler stretched out a hand and waved it gently, saying, "When people fail, they will pray for God's mercy, and God encourages them, letting them regain confidence. When people succeed, they will be grateful for God's gift, and God feels satisfied with this."

"Is God always so tolerant?"

"I think so," Shiler smiled and nodded, saying, "The Lord will listen to and tolerate everything about you. I have always believed so."

"What about you? Mr. Hunter?" Shiler looked at Main Universe Batman and asked, "The life of wilderness survival should be very interesting, right? Have you encountered any dangers?"

"Of course, there are many. Last year I was hiking in the Mongolian grasslands, but the grassland Gobi suddenly cooled down that year. Before I had time to prepare a shelter, the temperature had dropped to a level unsuitable for human survival..."

Main Universe Batman told some of his experiences in wilderness survival. Some were thrilling, some were very interesting. He performed just like a wilderness survival expert who had been surviving in the wilderness for many years.

And on the other side, Bruce was also chatting with Greed. Bruce said, "It's hard to imagine you would leave the prosperity of the big city to come to such a remote place to collect scenery. Did you come by plane?"

"There is no airport in the small city here," Greed shook his head and said, "I arrived at the nearest airport first, then transferred to a suburban bus, and finally hitched a ride to the nearest town. What about you? Why did a psychiatrist run to this place?"

"I said I'm an intern," Bruce shook his head and said, "You think I'm very willing to come here? I'm also from a big city. If it weren't for the special cases here, I wouldn't come to this place where birds don't lay eggs!"

"What a bad luck," Greed sighed and said, "I originally planned to leave after taking pictures, but I didn't expect to be involved in an anomaly event."

"Have you encountered anomaly events before?" Bruce asked.

Greed shook his head. Bruce smiled and said, "Then it seems you have encountered them. How is it? Is it exciting?"

Greed rolled his eyes and said, "You actually think this kind of event where you can lose your life at any time is exciting? You are really a lunatic."

"I'm just curious," Bruce said, putting his arm around Greed's shoulder and saying, "Tell me about it."

After speaking, he turned back to look at Shiler and Main Universe Batman walking behind, and made a *cut* sound with his nose, saying, "Otherwise, are you planning to talk about God with that group of old stubborns?"

Greed also turned back to look at the two people behind them, and behind them were Joker and the Pale Knight, who were also whispering, not knowing what they were saying.

"Okay, but I told you, don't tell anyone else," Greed sighed and said, "That was at the graduation dance. You know, there are always those few poor little things at the dance, without a dance partner, only lonely."

"You are not that kind of person," Bruce said. "There must be many girls who want to dance with you, just like they always come to find me."

"I'm not talking about this, don't interrupt me," Greed continued. "There was a guy, we all called him Fatty. When the dance was halfway through, he suddenly started vomiting wildly."

"Is there a problem with the food?"

"Yes and no. No one poisoned the food."

"Then is it his own gastrointestinal problem?"

"If he had gastrointestinal problems, how could he be so fat?"

"Don't sell the pass, tell me what's going on quickly."

"He likes eggs very much, and the food at the banquet that day happened to have boiled eggs. He took one and peeled off the shell. Guess what?"

"Is there a chick inside?"

"That would be fine. There was a white meat worm inside!" Greed made a disgusted expression and said, "That worm suddenly jumped out of the egg, swallowed his tongue in one go, and drilled into his stomach, which made him vomit wildly."

"This is an anomaly event, it doesn't sound like much," Bruce curled his lips and said, "If it were me, I would have chopped that worm on the spot."

"How could it be that simple? This is just the beginning," Shiler said. "Everyone thought like you at the time, thinking that it was just a little trick of that guy to attract attention. The dance ended like this, and no one took this matter to heart."

"And then?"

"Then the situation suddenly got out of control. Everyone started vomiting wildly. At first, they vomited food, then gastric juice, and then they started vomiting organs. Can you imagine? Someone vomited their liver completely!"

Bruce made a disgusted expression and said, "Is there a monster at work?"

"Should be. The church experts suspected that the white meat worm was causing trouble, but when they found the fat guy's corpse, the worm was gone. No one knew where the worm went."

"Is the worm the monster?"

"Of course not. The monster is intangible, but people or animals possessed by the monster will mutate. Maybe the monster possessed a small insect, drilled into the egg, and after development was completed, drilled into the fat guy's body."

"But how did he make so many people vomit?"

"Monsters have various abilities. Didn't the one we met today also release wind blades?" Greed shrugged and said, "Maybe the monster's ability is to make people vomit."

Bruce's eyes flashed. He pulled Greed and walked forward a few steps, then said, "The story is well-made, then how did you escape?"

"Of course, because I didn't go to the graduation dance at all," Greed said without changing his face. "This is all what I heard from others."

"Then that's also what you experienced personally?"

"I said I didn't experience it, you insisted that I experienced it. I could only tell you a story I heard."

"Let me guess the truth of the fact," Bruce said. "Someone really made a prop at the graduation dance to prank that fat guy. You couldn't stand it, so you killed everyone else."

"You are the one who watches too many movies," Greed said. "Not to mention why I would help a stranger, how could I kill everyone?"

"You can certainly do it," Bruce said. "Psychoanalysis tells me that you are hiding a big secret, a secret related to anomalies."

"Who doesn't have secrets?" Greed said. "Do you have any? Peeking at other people's secrets is an impolite behavior. You should always keep this in mind."

"Otherwise? Will you kill me? Let me vomit my liver too?"

"What do you want?" Greed paused and asked.

"Tell me what's going on with you."

"Otherwise, you will tell others that I have secrets? What evidence do you have? Do you really think this can threaten me?"

"We can make a deal. If you tell me your secret, I can share the results I saw with psychoanalysis with you. You should also want to know more about our teammates, right?"

"You mean they all have secrets?"

"As you said, everyone has secrets."

Greed showed a thoughtful look and said, "I don't think their secrets are more important than mine, unless you add yours."

"Although it may be unbelievable, I really don't have any secrets."

"Really? Graduated from a prestigious university, but hasn't passed the internship yet, and was inexplicably assigned to cases related to anomalies, having to come here."

At this time, the distance between Bruce and Greed was relatively far from others, so he stopped and looked at Bruce in the dim light.

"Everyone who comes here has secrets. You and I both know this. If you want my secret, you have to show sincerity. Don't forget, anyone could be a Prowler. Why should I tell my secret to a monster?"

"That is to say, as long as the price is high enough, you can also sell your secret to a monster." Bruce was always good at listening. He said, "This proves that you are a lunatic."

"Is this a judgment from a professional psychiatrist?" Greed walked forward with Bruce again, hugged his arms, and looked at Bruce.

"It can be or not, depending on whether you want to cooperate."

"If I don't cooperate, you will say I am a lunatic."

"This is the professional duty of a psychiatrist."

Greed smiled and said, "You will be a qualified doctor."

"Let's talk about it," Bruce said. "You don't have to tell me everything, but I want to know some causes and consequences."

"For example?"

"What's going on with the dance you just mentioned?"

"A small matter," Greed smiled and said, "Everything I said is the truth, absolutely no lies."

"Then perhaps it's that the vomiting student and the white worm that appeared at the graduation dance have nothing to do with each other," Bruce inferred. "Which one did you do? Or both? Why did you do this?"

"Perhaps because there was an annoying person who snatched my dance partner?"

"You don't have to be so eager to shape yourself into an antisocial person," Bruce looked at him and said, "I have a basic judgment as a professional psychiatrist."

Greed kept staring at his blue eyes, as if looking at something through those eyes. After a long while, he opened his mouth and said, "The monster was indeed possessed on a worm, drilled into the boiled egg, and entered the fat guy's body. The worm laid many eggs, each of which was a monster. These monsters entered other people's bodies, causing them to vomit their internal organs."

"Since this is the case, I ask and you answer, how about it?" Bruce seemed to lose patience. He said.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

"Was that your graduation dance?"

"... No."

"Then why did you go to that graduation dance?"

"There was something I was interested in there."

"Monster?"

"... Yes."

"Did you bring the monster there, or take the monster away from there?"

"Both."

"Can you control the monster?"

"No, I can't."

"Then you have some ways to limit the monster?"

"Every monster has its limits."

"You used these limits?"

"Yes."

"Use monsters to kill people?"

"No such intention."

"Do you have preparations?"

"No preparations."

"Have some impulse?"

"No impulse either."

"Have you had a moment of reverie?"

"... No!" ===== CHAPTER 3152 =====