Chapter 4245

Going ashore from the basement, and then walking inward along the passage, sure enough, the basement appeared before his eyes. And here, it appeared even more weird.

The walls of the house were full of bones, and they were all human bones: one wall was adult males, one wall was adult females, and there was a wall specifically for children and babies.

Peter knew very well that people shouldn't all have been killed by the evil spirit, and there weren't that many people for him to kill; after all, thousands of people missing in a small town was still a bit too exaggerated. This place might have existed long ago, but it was just discovered by old Burger. It might have been this room that inspired him to embark on the path of black magic.

After investigating, Peter further confirmed his guess, because the objects in this place were really too old. There were many from the Middle Ages, and even some that might be left over from ancient tribes.

Here, Peter found a notebook, which looked like an experimental notebook made by old Burger. He had only turned two pages and couldn't read it anymore, because this guy really hadn't read any books and wasn't a serious scholar at all. Rather than a research notebook, it was more like a diary of gibberish, writing whatever messy things came to mind. If there were a university in the black magic world, he wouldn't be able to graduate.

And some research manuscripts were even more so: the drawings were not precise at all, and the annotations belonged to doing whatever he wanted. What was even more outrageous was that this guy didn't recognize Latin. Peter couldn't help but ask: You don't recognize Latin, what kind of academic research are you doing?

Although English belongs to a mixed language, the roots and affixes of many professional terms come from Latin. Knowing Latin is a hard requirement for many majors in European and American countries. If you don't know it, you can't write a thesis. Some majors also require knowing German and French, and this old Burger didn't know any of them.

Therefore, these research notebooks of his were useless. Peter sighed. He knew that if this guy were really a powerful black magic master, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

At least judging by the situation in the town, black magic is real. If he had been able to study it clearly, he could have gone to those big cities, found rich people to be staff, even if it was specifically using curses to harm people, he would have been financially free long ago. Did he still need to operate this broken town here? The money earned in a hundred years of operating here might not be as much as one shot in a big city.

Even if he had some true religious belief, it would definitely be better to go to a big city to preach. If he had true ability, he could have fooled a few tycoons, and used their connections and influence to preach; wouldn't the efficiency be hundreds or thousands of times higher than what he did here?

This guy was completely a poor student, and he hadn't studied black magic clearly either. It was just that he was lucky, and this kind of secret room was bumped into by him. If it were Bingo who came here, the Burger family would have been prosperous long ago.

Peter complained in his heart, but he still continued to flip through it, and then found older manuscripts in the cabinet next to him. The level of these manuscripts had improved a bit, but it might also be because of the limitations of the era, the experiments were not very scientific, and the academic nature of various summaries was not enough, making people still feel a bit confused.

After reading for a long time, Peter finally had enough. Can't study it clearly, right? I'll come!

Just when Peter rolled up his sleeves and was ready to give black magic a little modern education shock, in the spirit world, the agent also found clues related to black magic.

"This thing, it doesn't look like something that can be produced by stimulants," in the basement of the Great Cathedral, the agent looked at a point of light floating in a pitch-black room and said, "This spirit world is definitely not just a hallucination brought about by stimulants, this is definitely a black magic creation."

"What exactly is this thing?" Bingo looked up at the point of light and said, "Could it be that the evil spirit relies on it to stabilize this world?"

"I'm afraid so. But we can't break this thing now, otherwise we might also be in danger. But if we return to the real world, we have no way to come into contact with it, and cannot destroy the spirit world. This is a bit troublesome."

"Do you think this thing exists in the real world?" Bingo asked, "I think it might be like the tool room, there is also such a thing in the real world, and it can exist in both the real and spirit worlds at the same time."

"It's possible," the agent nodded and said, "But I turned around in the basement of the church in the real world before, and there is no such thing there. Could it be deeper?"

"I suspect that the evil spirit might not have come into contact with this thing either. Or rather, he has seen it, but doesn't understand the principle."

"I also don't understand these magic," the agent waved his hand and said, "And I have no time to understand. Let's do this, wait for Bruce to bring Kate back, and we will go out first, and then I will go to the basement of the church to look for it; if there is one, I will destroy it."

Bingo nodded and said: "But your bodies should already be dead, how are you going to get out?"

"This depends on Peter, to see if he can find the evil spirit's method of making dolls. At worst, we will all go out using dolls."

"You give me a very strange feeling," Bingo said, "I have also come into contact with some outsiders who haven't been confused by the evil spirit before, but they were all very afraid, or very angry. You are too rational."

"Because among the opponents we have encountered, this evil spirit is far from being called terrible," the agent shook his head and said, "You also don't think he is terrible. If he were really that strong, why would he kill you because of fear?"

"Did he kill me because of fear?"

"Otherwise? Of course you might think it's because you didn't follow the sect rules, so he had to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. But this also happens to represent his fear of someone violating the rules, and even being able to escape his surveillance. The key lies in the latter."

Bingo thought for a while, nodded and said: "Indeed, some people violated the rules before, but it didn't develop to this point. He might indeed be angry from embarrassment because I hid it from him."

"Let's go, let's go find Bruce."

Just as they came out of the church, Bruce had already brought Kate over. Kate looked like her complexion wasn't very good. She said: "Do you know why Aunt Kane let me come back after she learned I was pregnant?"

"Why?"

"This evil spirit wants to go out."

"What do you mean?"

"He wants to leave the town, go to a bigger place, and continue his evil plan. And I come from New York, and I am pregnant with a child; the child in my belly is his best target."

The agent immediately understood: this evil spirit has conditions for possessing others; one is that he must be related to Great Canyon Town, and the other is that he must make this person very weak. And if he can make Kate, who is pregnant, come here, he naturally has a way to achieve these two points. Whether it is possessing Kate or the child in Kate's belly, he can succeed in leaving here.

"No," the agent said again, "Then why didn't he possess others to leave before?"

"It's not that simple. He has also been to big cities, so how could he not know? Wanting to mix in a big city is not that simple. If you are a black household without an identity, you will be eaten clean in minutes. Even outsiders are not easy to mix in; it's best to be a local, and also have to be one with a superior family background."

"But there is no lack of rich people among those he kidnapped before," the agent shook his head and said, "Being able to come to such a remote town for tourism, the conditions won't be too bad. Even if there are no big city people by chance, such people can go to New York or Los Angeles to live without effort relying on their own wealth, right?"

Kate said: "If you rely on an adult's body, he must pretend to be this person all the time; if the difference is too big, he might be suspected, and might even be sent to a mental hospital. In this case, he cannot be himself. Only by possessing a baby and growing up with his own personality can he truly be free."

"I don't think this is the real reason," the agent said, "If he were really confident enough, he would think that others becoming gradually like his personality is changing for the better, and he wouldn't assume that the families of these victims wouldn't accept him because his temperament changed drastically—becoming more and more like Burger. He would only assume that because of his change, people around him would love him more and more."

Bruce also frowned. The agent turned his head to look at him, and the two exchanged a look, but didn't say anything.

Bruce had seen old Burger in his memories before. He was a very handsome person, and he wasn't stage-frightened at all when performing on stage, and he was even more proud in love; girls were all crazy about him.

Although he was from a town, such a person with good looks and talent was popular everywhere. For example, Clark Kent, although the glasses he wore covered a part of his handsome face, that temperament couldn't be covered, and almost no one would talk about his background, because he himself was excellent enough.

Old Burger was also like this; just relying on that face, he wouldn't be excluded, and even if he participated in the upper-class society of big cities, he would definitely be in the limelight.

A relatively cruel fact is that people who look good indeed enjoy all the benefits and are liked wherever they go. People all have emotional perception organs, even if some are a bit dull, they can at least feel good or bad. So there is no such thing as being handsome without knowing it; handsome guys and beauties must be very clear about how popular they are.

Under these circumstances, it is difficult for them to develop a very inferior personality: praise and applause are everywhere they go, and whatever they do, they will be praised and encouraged by people, even if they mess things up, people will at most scold "vase." And if people who don't look that good do the same thing, the scolding will be much uglier.

Would such a romantic and handsome Burger be an inferior person who has no confidence in how popular his personality is?

"He told me himself," Kate said, "He was very angry when he found out I wasn't pregnant. He is also a very irritable person with unstable emotions. I sarcastically said a few words, and he was so angry."

"What did you sarcastically say to him?"

"Nothing much. He made some very arrogant remarks about female fertility, and I just said a few words, similar to 'Female birds have to pick a male bird with bright enough feathers to lay eggs, if anyone is blind and fancies you, you are not even as good as a sparrow.' And then he broke his defense."

"It has to be said, you scolded him quite fiercely," the agent said. He looked at Bruce again, because in Bruce's description, old Burger was a handsome guy. Generally, people who are truly good-looking won't break their defense because of such words.

Bruce also frowned and thought, the development of things didn't match the profile they had of the murderer. Then there are only two possibilities now: one is that the memory he saw was old Burger deceiving himself, and that handsome face was just what he imagined; the other possibility is troublesome—this evil spirit now is not the old Burger they inferred at all, but someone else.