Chapter 639: Unexpected Intelligence

Andre-Lade, one of the three great demon families... Lu Mian had heard this surname from Ms. "Magician" and asked with a warm smile:

"What are you doing in Port Pylos?"

If it weren't for the fact that the demon families were passed down from generation to generation and the descendants were naturally more suitable for the "Criminal" pathway, and there was no obvious problem with the "Prisoner" pathway as another choice, Bram Andre-Lade would have doubted whether this man in front of him was surnamed North or Belia, as he seemed more like a demon than himself.

He struggled to raise his right hand, wiped his swollen and cracked face a few times, simply cleaned up the blood, and flicked the stained blood onto the ground.

After finishing this, Bram answered:

"First, to collect various information about Matani for the family, and second, to find opportunities to play the role of a 'Serial Killer.' You know what role-playing is, right?"

He cooperated with Lu Mian, using Intis.

Lu Mian stood casually in front of Bram, who was curled up on the ground, and said with a smile in his tone:

"You're not doing a very good job of role-playing. There's no feeling of high-IQ crime.

"Why does the Andre-Lade family want to collect information about Matani?"

Bram had no intention of hiding it for the family:

"We are cooperating with the 'Rose School of Thought.' They want intelligence in this regard."

The "Rose School of Thought" wants to hit Matani's idea? That's right, Matani doesn't belong to any country in the Northern Continent on the surface. Although it has connections with the Feysac Kingdom, the Feysac Kingdom doesn't have much power here. If it only relied on General Queralir's own forces, even if the "Rose School of Thought" and the Andre-Lade family didn't attach much importance to this matter and only sent a small number of people, he might not be able to resist... Lu Mian suddenly felt the difference between the Southern and Northern Continents.

Whether it was in Trier, the Feysac Kingdom, or even those colonies at sea, what he encountered were mainly criminal acts and occult disasters brought about by the pursuit of power and faith. Like this kind of thing aimed at a force and several cities, wanting to occupy it, almost didn't exist. But on the first day he arrived in West Balam, he encountered it.

If the sea was chaos caused by a lack of effective management, then the Southern Continent was chaos brought about by the tilting of various forces, targeting each other either openly or secretly.

"What intelligence does the 'Rose School of Thought' want to collect?" Lu Mian looked at Bram's gradually stopping bleeding wounds and asked further.

Bram thought and answered:

"They want all kinds of information, from the location of every church, the location of military camps, the composition of the Patrol Force, to port throughput, daily prices, and the living conditions of the locals."

Is this preparing for the future rule here? Lu Mian asked with slight doubt:

"Who do you hand the collected intelligence to, and where do you hand it to?"

"Write it into data and put it in the study of the empty house at 17 Alegre Street. My uncle, Devaho Andre-Lade, will be responsible for taking it. We don't usually contact each other, and I don't know where he lives or what identity he uses." Bram said in great detail. "After he became a 'Demon,' his special ability was to completely peel off human skin, perform complex processing, and make it into a non-human item with a limited number of uses or time. No matter who it is, as long as they put on that human skin clothing, they can become another person and complete the corresponding disguise."

As Bram spoke, he wiped the blood off his body and flicked it onto the ground, as if he had a cleanliness obsession.

This point was mentioned in "Demonology"... Lu Mian nodded thoughtfully.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Are there traces of other demons appearing in Matani?"

Perhaps, Bram and his uncle were not the only ones sent by the "Rose School of Thought" to collect intelligence.

Bram shook his head:

"Not recently.

"But when I was collecting intelligence, I found that four years ago, a series of serial murders occurred around Port Pylos.

"The victims were all in a dissected state, the scene was very bloody, there were traces of fierce fighting, and what's more, those seven people who were killed were all supernaturals, the highest Sequence 7, the lowest Sequence 8, not one was an ordinary person."

Listening, Lu Mian suddenly felt a move in his heart.

According to Franca's explanation, the name "Siso" came from a literary work in the hometown of these transmigrators. One of the main characteristics was the desire for battle, the desire to kill powerful enemies, and the pleasure of harvesting life and the bloody feeling. If the target was relatively weak, he was even willing to wait for the other party to grow, and even provide certain help.

And as a core member of the "April Fools" who chose this name as his own code name and had obvious desire for expression, "Siso" would likely have similar tendencies.

"'Siso' is a supernatural of the 'Demon' pathway, and in the 'Serial Killer' stage, he targets supernaturals, unlike other 'Serial Killers' who like to bully the weak and bully ordinary people? If he was a 'Serial Killer' four years ago, he is at least Sequence 6 now, and likely Sequence 5... Hmm, he disguised himself very well, and no one in the entire 'Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society' knows his true pathway..." Lu Mian didn't interrupt Bram's narration, happily analyzing the possibility that "Siso" was a "Demon" or even an "Apostle of Desire" in his mind.

Bram, who was curled up, looked up at him, supported his bloody palm on the ground, and straightened his body slightly:

"This looks like the role-playing of a 'Serial Killer,' and he is very confident in his strength and brain, daring to target supernaturals, but I found some details that were not quite right."

"What details?" Lu Mian didn't let the joy appear on his face, maintaining the warm smile he had just now.

Bram changed the position of his palm to support himself:

"The targets of 'Serial Killers' are often those who have had degenerate experiences, just like the ones I chose. The common point is that they like to scold people and hurt others with words for a long time, so I will cut off their lips and soak them in preservative. But those seven supernaturals who were killed had different identities, origins, and experiences, and they didn't have similar degenerate behaviors.

"That might just be a supernatural with a simple serial killing addiction, not the role-playing of the 'Demon' pathway."

Lu Mian laughed, deliberately not showing his concern for this matter, and said in a teasing tone:

"Did you suffer from verbal violence for a long time when you were a child?"

And the "Cold-blooded" and "Serial Killer" potions magnified the corresponding resentment and psychological shadows?

Bram fell silent, his body gradually stretched out and no longer curled up.

Lu Mian then pulled the topic back to the serial murder case four years ago:

"Do you know the specific situation of those seven supernaturals who were killed?

"When investigating initially, were there any suspects locked onto?"

Bram shook his head slowly:

"I only saw the case conclusion description of the Patrol Force and didn't really look through the investigation files.

"Many people in the Patrol Force are senior supernaturals who have dealt with 'Aliens' and 'Demons.' The judgment made should be no problem."

Patrol Force... Lu Mian looked at Bram with a smile and said:

"Is there any other intelligence you think is important to tell me?

"If not, we will enter the next step."

"Yes, yes." Bram straightened his back abruptly.

The next second, he spat out words full of filth in a language Lu Mian had never heard before.

Demon language!

With the echo of the demon language words, the blood, bloodstains, blood handprints, etc., that Bram had gotten onto the ground before were covered with a faint light.

They seemed to have some kind of mysterious connection, connecting with each other according to their positions, forming evil symbols and patterns.

In the cupboard on the other side of the room, the glass bottles containing lips and colorless liquid shook as if they had encountered an earthquake, clanging.

This was a ritual, a ritual to summon the projection of an abyss demon!

"Serial Killers" completing serial murder cases wasn't just for role-playing, but also to please the demons of the abyss. When the case ended, the "Serial Killer" could hold the last step of the ritual, summon the corresponding abyss demon projection, obtain corresponding help, and get what he wanted.

Although Bram's serial murder case hadn't been completely finished and was still a few targets short, it could be considered to have reached the minimum limit, satisfying the most basic quantity requirements, and could be terminated early to hold the ritual.

In this way, the effect was certainly not as good as the normal process, but in such an urgent and dangerous situation, Bram couldn't care about that much.

He was so cooperative just now, answering whatever was asked, just to let the enemy focus on the intelligence he provided and ignore some of his own small actions, such as letting the blood drip to the ground according to a certain rule, pressing the bloody palm on a specific position, etc., to replace the evil symbols and degenerate patterns that were easier to be noticed with such traces.

After completing these pre-preparations, Bram could use the word "Open" in demon language to stimulate the ritual, please a high-ranking demon, and ask him to descend a projection to deal with the enemy!

Lu Mian watched Bram Andre-Lade "busy" quietly, feeling that the whole room had become evil and stained with filth.

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers with a pop.

Bram, who was watching him coldly and waiting for the ritual to provide protection, suddenly heard a rumbling sound from his body.

He looked down at his body in confusion, seeing bursts of crimson flames spraying out from the inside, experiencing the pain of violent winds and waves tearing his internal organs, bones, and flesh, causing them to crack into one piece after another.

Darkness, accompanied by severe pain, instantly shrouded Bram's mind.

The last picture he saw before losing consciousness was:

The young man with black hair and green eyes, wearing a golden straw hat, had his mouth slightly hooked, maintaining a warm smile, just like watching a clown jump into a trap voluntarily and perform hard there.

Rumble!

The ritual had ended before it had even truly begun. Bram was torn into multiple corpse pieces by the explosion originating from within his body.

"Fire Injection," plus "Delayed Explosion"!

When Lu Mian put on the "Fury of the Sea" brooch and beat Bram fiercely, he wasn't just venting the emotions accumulated in his heart, but was also quietly injecting one burst of flames after another into the other party's body, and letting them be in a state of delayed explosion.

This was to prevent accidents.

Moreover, he had never thought of forgiving Bram, or reaching any deal with him, letting him live. Since that was the case, there was no psychological barrier to installing a controlled, advanceable time bomb in the other party's body.

Rumble!

Pieces of the corpse were thrown to the corners of the room, some pasted onto the wall, and such movement didn't break through the "Fictional Bottle."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 640 =====