Chapter 4251

"The Borger family inherits black magic." The first sentence was shocking enough. For Kent, who had never entered the spiritual world, this truth was very shocking.

"Borger manipulated Gingers to kill me because he wanted the circus." The second sentence was still a big scoop. Kent's eyes widened even more.

"The town's water has problems; people have mutated."

Kent was full of question marks; before, Kate had mentioned something about town water pollution, but he hadn't asked in detail. Seeing this sentence at this moment, he still couldn't understand what it meant.

And Linda, who finally swallowed a hamburger, wiped her mouth and said, "Someone poisoned the water, and then they mutated. Their thoughts were kneaded into a ball..."

This was even more confusing; Kent couldn't understand half of it. And Linda was limited by her own expressive ability and couldn't explain it clearly for a long time. In the end, it was still Sattian who revealed the truth.

"Factory sewage discharge."

Seeing these words, Kent understood immediately. He is a reporter and is very sensitive to this kind of thing. He has written dozens of similar reports.

He tried his best to combine the things he knew with what they said and deduced part of the truth: it seems that because of industrial sewage, people mutated, and then people's spirits concentrated together, creating something.

"Borger's son died, entered there, and used black magic to endow that place with new rules."

"So that's not an object, but some new world?" Kent was trying very hard to understand what they said, and then said, "Borger ancestor's son, which is Linda's grandfather, let's call him old Borger for now. After he died, he went in there, used black magic there, and endowed this world with new rules?"

Sattian's soul didn't answer him, but continued to write on the paper: "He escaped. Bring him back."

Then no more words appeared on that wrapping paper. Kent rubbed his forehead, feeling his brain was about to explode.

If what Sattian's soul said is true, then it is that old Borger died, entered the spiritual world composed of the townspeople's souls, and used black magic to modify the rules there.

However, since he modified the rules himself, why did he run? And why bring him back now?

Of course, in order to bring this mastermind behind the scenes to justice, he must be found. But listening to Sattian's meaning, bringing him back has a certain necessity.

Kent could only guess that it might be because he used black magic on the spiritual world; if he isn't brought back, the spiritual world won't get better. So he must be caught back.

But the problem is, where did this guy go?

Kent took a few deep breaths. Usually, he doesn't really use his super brain, and he doesn't feel he has a so-called super brain, or where he is stronger than ordinary people—at least not stronger than Batman.

But now that he needs to think about these brain-burning things, it doesn't let him use his super brain instead; it's really a case of regretting not having learned enough when the time comes to use it.

Just at this moment, Linda suddenly took a bottle of water out of her bag and then said, "I brought it from the town; do you want to drink?"

Kent's hand paused for a moment. He didn't react for a while: it was already said that the town's water was polluted, so why still...

Then he thought of the very contradictory words Batman said to him before: "Drink less water, but drinking a little is fine."

Kent couldn't understand what was going on, but he felt Batman's judgment shouldn't be wrong. So he took the bottle of water Linda handed him. The water was still full; obviously, no one had drunk it, as if it were specially prepared for him. So he gulped down the whole bottle.

Don't say, once this water was drunk, the feeling came. Although it still couldn't reach the feeling of a super brain, Kent clearly felt his thinking speed was much faster, and his mood was also slightly better.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Kent hurriedly started to think; although his super brain hadn't fully recovered, even if it recovered one-thousandth, it was definitely much smarter than ordinary people. He thought for a while and really thought of some clues.

The sheriff said he had never seen a ghost, which is to say, he definitely hadn't seen that evil spirit. Due to the lack of clues, Kent still thought old Borger was that evil spirit. He could be considered to have hit the mark by mistake. The sheriff hadn't seen a ghost, which meant old Borger might not have used the method of an evil ghost to scare him.

But the sheriff appeared very scared. He was clearly threatened by someone, or encountered some unusual situations when investigating matters related to his wife. That proved that old Borger used some other means.

Although the sheriff called them "devils," it didn't look like fear of supernatural things, but just felt they were very evil, yet couldn't be resisted. Then it is more likely that what he had to fight against was some kind of force.

As a reporter, Kent also understood some of the twists and turns in this. Water pollution matters like this aren't something one or two factory owners can create; there must be backers behind them, either a state legislator or a city councilor.

If the sheriff was afraid of some big shot, then it could be understood. Added to the fact that the evil spirit's form Kent saw before was the agent, he already understood that this evil spirit might be able to become someone else's appearance. If he could become someone like a legislator, he could really threaten the sheriff.

Kent deduced that the big shot old Borger became shouldn't be a state legislator—that is a real big shot. If he really became a state legislator, even if Sattian became a ghost, it wouldn't be possible for her to be his opponent; the town's matters would definitely be completely blocked, and the sheriff couldn't have lived until now.

Then it could only be a city councilor. This kind of city councilor in a small place, although he can be considered to cover the sky with one hand, actually also depends on background; without a background, it's not easy to mix.

Moreover, Kent also knew that this old Borger shouldn't be that kind of natural genius politician. Even if he became a legislator, it is estimated he is the kind who is mediocre and just muddles along, unable to accomplish anything, which is why he couldn't kill everyone.

In this case, the target is clear. Kent thought for a while; he felt the "dispatcher" identity still has benefits; at least when he goes to knock on any family's door in the town, he can use the excuse of "received a call for help." If the other party says it's fine, then at worst he can say he heard the address wrong; generally, there won't be any trouble.

The only difficulty is that the legislator's information isn't easy to check. However, Kent is a reporter; he hasn't done less undercover work, and he knows that his biggest ability now is his appearance. So he directly took Linda back to his apartment, then opened his computer, searched for the forum of a nearby university, and looked for topics related to "sugar daddies" on it.

In the United States, this isn't something that cannot be discussed openly or is very shameful. Because university tuition is too expensive, many young people will choose to find a sugar daddy or sugar mommy for themselves during their university studies to pay their tuition.

Of course, there are so many people who owe student loans because those who take this path must look relatively good and have beauty to sell. And those who look relatively good are ultimately a minority.

Soon, Kent found a few related posts; he added one of them and, from the perspective of a university student, euphemistically expressed that he also wanted to find a sugar daddy.

The other party immediately introduced him to an intermediary very enthusiastically. That's right, this line is actually very mature; not only are there intermediaries, but the other party is also a legal company, and both sides will even sign a contract.

Checking the qualifications of this intermediary company online, Kent felt it was not bad. Then he sent a photo of his profile via email. Only three seconds passed, and the other party's email came "whoosh."

The email didn't have any other content, just a string of phone numbers. Kent went downstairs to find a public phone booth and dialed it. The other party's voice was so enthusiastic and indicated that your face is too wasteful for finding a sugar daddy; why don't we directly contact Hollywood.

Kent played the image of a small-town boy very well, indicating that he didn't want to be famous at all, but just encountered a bit of trouble now and wanted to find a big shot locally to cover him. The other party understood as soon as they heard: this is not looking for a rich one, but looking for a powerful one.

Immediately after, the other party asked where he was from. Kent said Westview. The other party didn't dislike this city for being small either, but indicated they would check immediately. Not even a few minutes later, they sent a list of a large group of people and very enthusiastically introduced in detail who these people were, what background they had at home, and what resources they could provide him, etc.

Getting the data, Kent indicated he would consider it for a few days, and then started studying this data. But he isn't Batman, able to see who is more suspicious from those small details. He looked for a long time and couldn't determine who was the ghost, so he could only adopt a stupid method, which is to knock on doors one by one.

Also benefiting from his appearance, the unpleasant emotion of being disturbed by the people who opened the door for him usually wouldn't last more than half a second. Added to the fact that Kent deliberately made that kind of very clear and stupid expression, these old foxes didn't know if they were blinded by lust or blinded by stupidity, anyway, they were ultimately bold, basically chatting with him for a few sentences, and some even very enthusiastically invited him to be a guest in their house.

Relying on this trick, Kent really found a few suspicious targets. This night, he sat in his apartment, studying the remaining three targets. Linda sat opposite him eating a hamburger.

"This one's suspicion is actually not big; although he looks the most lustful, he doesn't have that feeling of a town person on him. Although this is just an intuition, my intuition has always been very accurate." Kent looked at one of them and said, "The sense of superiority on him is too natural; one look and you can tell he came from a rich family."

He shook his head, put down that piece of paper, picked up another piece of paper and continued reading, and said, "This one doesn't look like it either; this person is too sophisticated, and some of the political views he outputs can keep up with the trend of this era. Considering he is still young, it should be that his elders at home told him; it's unlikely he is from the town."

"Then only this one is left..." Kent looked at the document in his hand. The photo is a middle-aged man, looking relatively handsome, with a pair of blue eyes, wearing glasses, looking scholarly. The name is written "Malos."

Kent stood up and put on his coat. Linda looked up at him while chewing things. Kent lowered his head and said to Linda: "You put things here after you finish eating; there is water at the water dispenser over there. If you are thirsty, take a cup and get some. I'll leave you some money; if you are hungry, go to the store downstairs and buy something to eat. Do you know?"

Linda also stood up, staring at him without speaking. Kent knew what she meant, but he still shook his head and said: "Today might be a bit dangerous; you'd better not go. After I finish the matter, I'll take you to the amusement park in the city. Wait for me here, okay?"

Linda didn't speak, and Kent didn't say anything else either. He put on his coat, took his things, and then came to the back door of the police station, just blocking the sheriff who was getting off work.

"Alright, Mr. Sheriff, let's speak plainly. Give me the gun, and then I can knock you out and pretend I snatched it."

The sheriff looked at him speechlessly.

"I don't like resorting to violence, especially against a person who hasn't committed a crime. But my patience is also limited. You don't think you can beat me, do you?"

The sheriff was cursing while taking out his gun and then said: "For Winnie's sake, here, don't die!"

"I have never been good at letting people down."

The knocking sound echoed on the empty street; a sleepy figure opened the door, only to see a strong figure standing outside. Before he could say anything, the pitch-black muzzle was pressed against his head.

"Go in, or I'll shoot." Kent said coldly.