Chapter 3152: The Detective Shall Die (Part 14)

Greed turned to Bruce and gave a smile, saying, "It seems your teacher taught you quite a lot."

"Always. Does the death of the people at the dance have a direct relationship with you?"

"No," Greed said. "That was another anomaly event."

"The two were very close, producing some wonderful chemical reactions, eventually leading to everyone's death."

"Yes."

"Did you have any expectations?"

"Not entirely."

"Have you added fuel to the fire?"

Greed didn't answer, but said, "Do you think you are a bit too understanding of me? This is not something your psychoanalysis level can achieve."

Bruce smiled and said, "My teacher taught me a lot."

"But you have never learned so well as you did at this moment," Greed looked into his eyes again and said, "But I hope you are learning, not parroting. Talk about yourself."

"I have nothing to say," Bruce said. "I have had many interesting patients. You know, people who escaped by luck in anomaly events will leave serious psychological shadows."

"Aren't you just an intern?"

"This is the work of an intern," Bruce said. "Do you expect licensed formal doctors to deal with these difficult patients?"

"It seems some patients have left a particularly deep impression on you."

"Yes, there are," Bruce nodded and said, "Some even haven't completely escaped the influence of anomalies, which left a deep impression on me."

"For example?"

"There was a very weak female patient who had just finished surgery. Her lower body was torn, which left her with an extremely serious psychological shadow, so much so that she didn't even dare to sleep in the same bed as her husband."

"I hope you are not going to tell some gossip."

"Of course not. According to her oral account, a person possessed by a monster broke into her house and raped her."

"Isn't this gossip?"

"But the problem is, the degree of tearing of this woman's lower body is not something humans can do. Her entire pelvic cavity was completely torn open. The whole process was dozens of times more miserable than childbirth."

"Do you think this was done by a monster?"

"Yes. According to her own recollection, the entire lower body of that man turned into reproductive organs, and his arms were like nails, pinning her so she couldn't move. And we indeed found the wounds she described on her shoulders."

"What do you think this represents?" Greed asked.

"Do monsters need to reproduce?"

"Good question. I don't think they need to, and I don't think they have human desires."

"Then why did they do this?"

"Perhaps it's imitation?" Greed put forward his guess. He said, "Because humans need to do this, they do it."

"What's the benefit of imitating humans?"

Greed shook his head and didn't speak.

"In the process of fighting against dangerous nature, you must have encountered some anomaly events, right?" Shiler asked Main Universe Batman.

"Yes, I have traveled all over the world to all kinds of places with dangerous environments, and I have indeed encountered some strange things."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"I saw a deformed baby in a small village in Albania," Main Universe Batman said. "His left hand had seven fingers, and there was nothing unusual elsewhere. He was only three months old."

"I stayed there for one night, but the next morning, a woman was killed, and I became a suspect. But I found that the marks on the woman's neck were very different. I had seen people strangled before, and the marks on their necks were not like this."

"What did it look like?"

"Very small, and judging from the marks left on the side of the neck, the killer might have had more than five fingers."

"But wasn't the one with seven fingers a baby?"

"Yes, so I said this is a strange thing. Fortunately, I was finally cleared of suspicion and completed my trip. I never heard about that small village again."

"Sure enough, the most dangerous darkness is always hidden at the edge of the world," Shiler sighed and said, "This reminds me of something I encountered many years ago. At that time, I had just passed the exam and became a clergy member. I was originally going to attend a funeral with my teacher, but almost all the guests at this funeral didn't survive."

"It sounds too tragic. It should be big news."

"On the contrary, the church blocked the news, because two clergy members were present but couldn't save a single person, which damaged the church's prestige, so almost no one heard about this."

"How did the monster do it?"

"At first, the coffin containing the corpse showed abnormalities. The corpse's head rolled back and forth in the coffin, and then everyone's heads fell off. The scene was very terrible."

"Then how did you and your teacher escape?"

"My teacher didn't escape. I was just lucky because I was standing far away," Shiler shook his head and sighed. "Since then, I have understood how dangerous this kind of anomaly event is, but no matter how dangerous it is, protecting the public is the responsibility of the church."

"I really hope there are more responsible clergy members like you," Main Universe Batman said.

"You know what? I don't like the profession of lawyer. They should be called litigious sticks, simply full of nonsense. But you are different. I think you are very interesting," Joker smiled at the Pale Knight and said.

"I don't like artists either," the Pale Knight said. "I think they are indecisive and pretentious, and you are no exception."

"It's too early to say this," Joker rubbed his nose and said, "I just can't figure out what kind of case could be in this small village that would make a big lawyer like you come here in person."

"I'm not a big lawyer," the Pale Knight said. "In my hometown, I can only be said to be a little famous, probably about the same as your artistic level."

"You are mocking my artistic level!" Joker muttered, "You haven't seen the world at all."

"What should I have seen?"

"I heard that lawyers have many clients. Haven't you encountered any strange things? I mean strange things similar to our current situation."

"You mean anomaly events? This is not within the scope of a lawyer's work," the Pale Knight paused and then said, "However, I have indeed encountered some difficult clients, mentally confused, crazy, just like you. My colleagues said they encountered anomaly events."

"Then why didn't they go to the police?"

"Maybe they should have gone to the police when the incident happened, but the incident is over. If they want compensation, they naturally have to find a lawyer."

"Did you get compensation for them?"

"Of course not. I said they were crazy. Who knows if they really encountered anomaly events, or just wanted to blackmail the insurance company?"

"What did they encounter?"

"I don't know the specific situation either. I just heard that a person in a publishing house where they were went crazy. He cut many people and almost pushed someone's head into a shredder."

"Then how do they know this is an anomaly event? What if it's a crazy killer who wants to die?"

"Of course, because the killer finally died, and the forensic doctor's appraisal result was that he might have been possessed by some monster."

"According to my understanding of that group of forensic doctors, if there is no obvious evidence that cannot be denied, they will not reach this conclusion."

"Yes, because a book was stuck on the killer's face. When they took the book off the corpse's face, they didn't find any facial features. The whole person's face seemed to have been wiped flat."

"He drew a good makeup for himself," Joker grinned and said, "Since that's the case, I'll tell you a funny story, which happened at an art exhibition."

"The people holding the art exhibition are all big figures, and I was also invited, but I didn't send the paintings, because I think this kind of behavior of being admired by others is too vulgar."

Joker chattered about his artistic achievements for a while, and then continued, "The art exhibition was being set up at the time. Some paintings hadn't been put into the display cabinets, just hung on the wall, without any protection."

"A worker accidentally fell when getting off the ladder and happened to brush against a painting on the wall, and his shoulder was stained with oil paint. He couldn't wash it off no matter how he washed it. The area of the oil paint became larger and larger, and he simply turned into an oil painting person."

"On the opening day, he wanted to seek help from the painter who painted this painting, but people thought he was a performance artist. While people were cheering for him and taking pictures, he fell down, like a basin of colorful paint, splashing on the ground."

"Everyone who touched the oil paint became like him, first becoming colorful, and then falling into a pool of paint. The police didn't find any human tissue in the paint pile."

"Wonderful," the Pale Knight evaluated. "Absurd and interesting, just like you."

Joker showed a big smile.

"You said your paintings weren't sent to the exhibition, then how do you know this story?"

"My peers told me, but this can be considered a sensational event. It should be in the newspaper. Maybe you can go back and check."

"How long have we been walking?" Greed turned back and asked.

Main Universe Batman stopped talking and said, "I think it's been more than ten minutes. Have you seen the end of the river?"

"No, but there are fewer and fewer fish," Greed slowed down, finally stopped, and looked into the river.

"I think I should still do something," Greed said. He walked to the river in the eyes of everyone, very close to the water. Night Owl was about to take a step to follow, but stopped in the eyes of others.

Greed's eyes seemed to have adapted to the darkness. He crouched down slowly and brought his hand close to the river water.

The red die appeared again, agility 28 < 50, check failed.

Shiler's pupils shrank when he saw the number 50. This was the highest check value required so far—this meant their guess might be correct, fish had wonderful uses.

But the problem was, the maximum number of the die was 20, which meant one had to have 30 points of agility to have a chance to pass the check.

The Beyonder said that no one's basic value exceeded 60 points. Even with the 30 points he allocated himself, the single-item value was unlikely to exceed 30 points.

This wasn't unsolvable, just telling them that fish couldn't be caught by hand.

Shiler thought of the fishing gear in the house. It seemed that it should also be a usable prop. This river was not far from the entrance of the house's cellar. After they saw the fish, they could completely return to the house to get the fishing gear.

But now it was definitely not possible. The house was burned by them, where would the fishing gear come from?

Shiler guessed that to get the fishing gear, there must be a battle, because only the corpse in the kitchen among the three corpses hadn't moved yet.

And once three battles were fought, someone in the team should be able to point a certain skill to the full level, so it would be easier to deal with the next situation.

But unfortunately, their process was a mess, without any order. Not following the script was the result.

Since this was the case, they had to use some crooked ideas. Shiler thought for a while and said, "Do any of you think you are relatively lucky?" ===== CHAPTER 3153 =====