Chapter 4257: Spirit Possession (Part 39)

"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.

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

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

Kent was full of question marks. Kate had mentioned something about town water pollution before, but he hadn't asked in detail. Seeing this sentence now, he still didn'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..."

These words were even more confusing, and Kent couldn't understand half of it. And Linda was limited by her own ability to express herself, and couldn't explain it clearly for a long time. In the end, it was Saturn who revealed the truth.

"Factory sewage discharge."

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

He tried his best to combine what he knew with what they said, and deduced part of the truth: it seemed that industrial sewage caused people to mutate, and then people's spirits concentrated together, producing something.

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

"So that's not an object, but a new world?" Kent tried very hard to understand what they said, and then said, "Borger's ancestor's son, which is Linda's grandfather, let's call him Old Borger for now. After he died, he went into that place, used black magic there, and gave new rules to this world?"

Saturn'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 like his head was about to explode.

If what Saturn's soul said was true, then Old Borger died, entered the spiritual world composed of the spirits of the townspeople, and modified the rules there with black magic.

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 to justice, he certainly had to be found. But listening to Saturn's meaning, bringing him back had a certain necessity.

Kent could only guess that it might be because he used black magic on the spiritual world, and if he wasn't brought back, the spiritual world wouldn't get better. So he had to be caught back.

But the question was, where did this guy go?

Kent took a few deep breaths. Usually, he didn't really use his super brain, and he didn't feel that he had a so-called super brain that was stronger than ordinary people—at least not stronger than Batman.

But now that he needed to think about these brain-burning things, he wasn't allowed to use his super brain, which was truly a case of "regretting not having studied enough when the time came to use it."

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

Kent's hand paused. He didn't react for a moment: it had been said that the town's water was polluted, how could it still...

Then he thought of the very contradictory words Batman said to him before, "Drink less water, but it's okay to drink some."

Kent couldn't figure out what was going on, but he felt that 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 had been prepared specifically 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 that his thinking speed had increased a lot, and his mood was slightly better.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Kent hurriedly began to think. Although his super brain hadn't fully recovered, even if it recovered one-thousandth, it was certainly much smarter than ordinary people. He thought about it, and he really thought of some clues.

The sheriff said he had never seen a ghost, which meant he certainly 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 looked 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 he was afraid of supernatural things, but just felt they were very evil, yet unable to contend with them. Then it was more likely that what he had to contend with was some kind of force.

As a reporter, Kent also understood some of the twists and turns here. This kind of water pollution matter couldn't be created by one or two factory owners; there must be a backer behind it, either a state legislator or a city councilman.

If the sheriff was afraid of some big shot, then it could be understood. Added to the fact that the evil spirit form Kent saw before was the agent, he already understood that this evil spirit might be able to change into other people's appearance. If he could change into a councilman or something, he could really threaten the sheriff.

Kent deduced that the big shot Old Borger turned into shouldn't be a state legislator—that was a real big shot. If he really became a state legislator, even if Saturn turned into a ghost, it was unlikely she would be his opponent, the town's matter would certainly be completely blocked, and the sheriff couldn't have lived until now.

Then it could only be a city councilman. This kind of city councilman in a small place, although he could be considered to cover the sky with one hand, actually had to look at his background; without a background, it wasn't easy to mix.

And, Kent also knew that this Old Borger shouldn't be the kind of natural genius politician. Even if he became a councilman, he was probably the kind who was mediocre and just drifting along, unable to accomplish anything, which was why he couldn't kill everyone.

In this way, the target was clear. Kent thought about it, and he felt that the identity of "operator" still had advantages; at least when he went to knock on any door in the town, he could use the excuse of "receiving a call for help." If the other party said it was fine, then at worst he would say he heard the wrong address, and generally, nothing would happen.

The only difficulty was that the councilman's information wasn't easy to check. However, Kent was a reporter, and he hadn't done less undercover work, and he knew that his greatest ability now was his appearance. So he took Linda directly back to his apartment, then opened the computer, searched for the forum of a nearby university, and looked for topics related to "sugar daddies" and the like.

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

Of course, there were so many people who owed student loans because those who took this path had to be good-looking and have beauty to sell. And those who were good-looking were ultimately a minority.

Soon, Kent found a few related posts, 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 introduced him to an agent very enthusiastically. That's right, this line was actually very mature; not only were there agents, but the other party was also a legal company, and both sides would even sign a contract.

After checking the qualifications of this agency company online, Kent felt it was not bad. Then he sent a photo of his profile over via email. It was only three seconds later, and the other party's email "whooshed" over.

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 he indicated that it was too wasteful for a face like yours to find a sugar daddy, why don't we contact Hollywood directly.

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 little trouble now and wanted to find a big shot locally to cover him. The other party understood as soon as he heard: this was 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 City. The other party didn't dislike this city for being small, but indicated that he would check it immediately. Not even a few minutes later, he sent a large list 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.

Having obtained the materials, Kent indicated that he would consider it for a few days, and then began to study this document. But he wasn't Batman, who could see who was more suspicious from such 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 was to knock on doors one by one.

And thanks to his appearance, the unpleasant emotion of 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 clear and stupid expression, these old foxes didn't know if it was lust or stupidity, anyway, they were ultimately bold, and basically would chat with him for a few sentences, and some even enthusiastically invited him to be a guest in their house.

Relying on this trick, Kent really found a few suspicious targets. That 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. Although this is just a kind of 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 know he's from a rich family."

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

"Then only this one is left..." Kent looked at the document in his hand. The photo was a middle-aged man, who looked relatively handsome, had a pair of blue eyes, wore glasses, and looked scholarly. The name written there was "Malos."

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