Chapter 4519

"Hello, this is the American Federal Shield, I am Amanda Waller. I have some things I want to ask you. Mr. Todd, are you available now?"

"You can say it," the voice from the other end of the phone was a bit muffled, "I'm waiting for the subway, the signal here isn't very good. The good news is, the punctuality rate is only 16%, so I probably have time."

Amanda knew that Jason Todd was now in the UK and wouldn't be back in the short term. So she asked: "Regarding the second floor of the Cat Getan University library, how much do you know?"

"Not more than you. I've never been up there. That's not a good place. Why are you asking this?"

"Now there have been many murders, which may be related to mysticism, and I need to go up to find information. Do you have any way to let me go up?"

"Find the president of Cat Getan University and have him appoint you as the librarian. Remember, it must be the president, and there must be a formal paper-based job entry notice; emails won't work."

"Librarian?" Sivana sized up Amanda and said, "So you finally gave up on your hopeless organization for managing superpowered individuals and are preparing to find an iron rice bowl for yourself?"

Amanda rolled her eyes, and then said: "Who said I'm giving up? It's because I have to investigate the case that I must..."

"Oh, I understand. Brainiac, help me make a job application."

It was Amanda's turn to be a bit surprised, and she said: "You don't even ask me..."

"Fun fact, I'm also a magician. I'm also the president of the Cat Getan Magic Academy. Do you think I don't know that the recent cases are related to magic?"

"Then why don't you investigate it yourself?"

"How do you know I didn't investigate?"

"What's the investigation result?"

"The investigation result is that this matter cannot be investigated by magicians." Sivana knocked on the table, his face becoming serious, and he said, "Magic talent is a talent, but it's even more of a curse. Magicians can usually perceive things that ordinary people cannot. But if this thing itself is harmful, then magicians will die faster than ordinary people."

"So you are afraid."

"I don't deny this point," Sivana said, "but even if I don't cherish my life, Brainiac won't agree to let me go. Because if I also become such a madman, I don't know how many lives it would take to stop me."

His palms shone with the light of magic. The pride of the Seven Deadly Sins made one of his eyes turn into a shining blue. This wasn't Amanda's first time in close contact with magic, but Sivana's powerful power was like substance, bringing great pressure.

"You don't need to scare me," Amanda steadied herself and then said, "since you are pointing at an ordinary person like me, you naturally have to give me more information, so I don't go bumping around like a headless fly, and in the end, everyone dies."

"Cognition has power," Sivana said, "if I tell you too much, you might also be contaminated. Keep your innocence—or rather, stupidity—and you can do a lot in this matter."

Amanda was a bit stifled. This group of people all spoke like they were playing riddles, and they were all sarcastic. She was very unhappy. But the case still had to be investigated. She took the job entry report and went to the Cat Getan University library.

Then she found that, just as Constantine had said, the second floor was protected by some mysterious force. When she went up the stairs, it was climbing upward, but as she walked, she found herself going down, and then she returned to the first floor. Even with the job entry report, it didn't work.

Just when Amanda thought she was being played, Brainiac reminded: "Perhaps wait until night."

"Night? What's special about night?"

Amanda soon knew what was special about night. Night fell, and everyone left. The entire library seemed to have returned to the 17th century when it was first built, and the atmosphere was completely different.

The atmosphere was too quiet, so much so that Amanda could hear her own heartbeat. She plucked up her courage and walked toward the stairs.

Hanging up Amanda's phone, Jason put his phone in his pocket. He stood at the entrance of the All Souls College office at Oxford University and handed over his business card: "Hello, I'm looking for Nyarlathotep."

The female teacher at the front desk took the business card, looked at it, and said: "Sorry, but may I ask what you are looking for Dr. Sothoth for?"

"He's not here, right?"

The female teacher nodded and said: "The doctor was invited to Buckingham Palace to solve problems for the Queen."

"When will he be back?"

"Perhaps soon. He..."

Before she finished speaking, the door behind her suddenly opened. Nyarlathotep, wearing a long black windbreaker, took off his hat and looked up at Jason: "Come over."

Jason followed behind him and walked to the reception hall. After Dr. Sothoth sat down, he said: "The Queen has encountered some trouble."

"What trouble?"

"Logically speaking, I should keep it confidential. But you are not British, so telling you doesn't matter. A servant in Windsor Castle committed suicide. It was thought to be just a bullying incident, but someone pointed out that it might be related to a cult. The royal family doesn't want this matter to be exposed, so they found an expert to solve it privately."

"Then has it been solved?"

"Far from it. Actually, it's more troublesome, because it might not be a cult, but an Outer God."

Jason frowned and said: "Amanda Waller called me; she wants to enter the second floor of the Cat Getan University library."

"Are you here for this?"

"No. Look at this." Jason handed over the newspaper in his arms, and the headline was "Shocking! Blüdhaven mass hysteria event or related to drinking water poisoning?"

"It absolutely cannot be drinking water poisoning," Dr. Sothoth said, "Austria also had a similar case. So many mystical events erupting at the same time is not a good sign."

"I am here for this," Jason said, "is there going to be another movement in the magic world?"

"This isn't something those magicians can come up with. Their magic illusion tricks can't force people to this point. It must be some mysterious existence."

"Who could it be?"

Dr. Sothoth shook his head and said: "It's not clear yet, we have to go to the Oblivion Bar."

The light in the Oblivion Bar was still very dim. Jim, the Master of the Dark Night, was sitting there wiping his weapons, Black Orchid was drinking, and Detective Chimp was reading.

After listening to Dr. Sothoth's account, Jim frowned and said: "I can't think of any mysterious existence that has this ability. You know, Earth isn't a place you can come and go as you please."

Jason continued to ask: "If it's an unknown mysterious existence, why is he doing this?"

Jim thought for a moment and said: "Actually, this is very strange. Driving people crazy is not a good choice. Contaminated souls are almost unusable, and no mysterious existence accepts them."

"Then he himself..."

"The problem is here; he doesn't accept them either. In the past, there were many examples of demons driving believers crazy, forcing them to die, and then taking their souls. But this kind of madness seems to be just madness, and doesn't want to force people to die. How many death cases are there currently?"

"We only know of two cases."

"How did they die?"

"One cut open his chest, one dug out his eyeballs."

"This doesn't look like something a demon would do," Detective Chimp said, "demons are very cunning. They would disguise the suicide of the induced believer flawlessly, making people think he really just drank too much, or fell into a well by accident, and wouldn't use such an obvious 'seduced by an Outer God to commit suicide' scene to report their own identity."

"Perhaps he didn't intend to cover it up."

"Then how would he trick the next person?"

Jason was speechless. Just now he already knew that all the servants in Windsor Castle had been isolated. In this situation, it was very difficult for the situation to spread, so it really wasn't a good choice.

"I think contamination did happen," Detective Chimp continued, "but it wasn't the Outer God actively seducing, but someone looking for death."

"How do you say that?"

"This kind of thing is actually not rare," Jim added, "some mysterious existences don't care about Earth, but humans take a fancy to their powerful power and insist on borrowing power from them. Once they get them pissed off, they will give the believers power with very strong side effects, letting them seek their own death."

"But so many people couldn't have pissed him off, right?"

"This is the strange part. Didn't you find anything special?"

"Still under investigation," Dr. Sothoth said, "but their speed should be very fast, after all, it concerns the safety of the Queen..."

Dr. Sothoth picked up his phone, flipped through his mailbox, and said: "Oh, got it. They found a letter among her personal belongings."

"A letter? A letter about what?"

"Don't know, no one dares to open it." Dr. Sothoth stood up and said, "I have to go back. Perhaps there will be news soon."

"What is this?" Barry looked at the envelope on the table. Another agent said: "Found it in the victim's house."

"This doesn't look like her style," Barry said, "she wouldn't use this quality of stationery. The quality of the wax seal is also too high. And in this day and age, who still writes letters by hand?"

"The problem is that this letter isn't from this era," the agent said, "after appraisal, this is a letter written in 1873."

"What's written inside?"

"We want to see, but were stopped by Brainiac. He thinks this letter might be the source of the contamination. We are looking for a safe way to read it."

Barry shook his head and said: "There won't be a safe way. It's better to change the way of thinking."

"What?"

"Find a safe way to read the corpse."

The door to the morgue opened, and Shiler walked in. The exhaled breath turned into a white mist. Barry stepped forward and lifted the white cloth covering the corpse's head. Seeing the strange state of death, Shiler also raised his eyebrows.

"It's rare to see a brain turn into this," Shiler said, "have you ruled out the possibility of chemical means?"

"Completely ruled out," Brainiac said, "I sent some liquid to Professor Jonathan Crane for testing. It's a multi-mixed heavy metal solution that shouldn't appear in the human body. And there is no chemical means that can turn a human brain into this."

"She felt very afraid," Shiler looked at the empty eye sockets and said, "she knew she shouldn't have done this, but it was already too late. She just wanted to take some remedial measures, but just plucking out her eyes was useless. Those things had already entered her brain, then melted it, and finally it became like this."

"'Don't look out the window'—what does that mean?" Barry asked.

"Literal meaning," Shiler said, "at the right time and the right place, look out the window, and you can see those things that shouldn't be seen."

"So... at what time?"

"Are you really planning to go see?"

"Uh, no," Barry said, "I'm just very curious."

"Curiosity is the beginning of disaster." Shiler looked at the corpse's face and said, "But I'm curious too. Let me see that letter."

"Are you sure?"

Shiler nodded. Barry brought the letter over, and Brainiac spoke first: "Are you sure you won't go crazy? If you go crazy, there's no one who can stop you."

"Makes sense," Shiler stopped his action and then said, "if my own madness cannot overcome the madness it brings, then there might indeed be problems. But I know a way to win for sure."

"What?"

"Hello? Jack? I have a letter addressed to you here. Do you want to come over and take a look?"