Chapter 631

Xia De knew he had found the place.

The chain outside the broom closet was dangling, looking as if someone had already opened it, but the door was tightly closed. Xia De tried pulling it, and that thin wooden door immediately opened a gap.

Subconsciously reaching out to grab the revolver at his waist, he hesitated and instead reached for the Luo De cards in his pocket. After all, this was a school, and Xia De didn't want to fire a gun and make too much noise. Moreover, bullets don't turn corners, but his Luo De cards could even draw the traces of a pentagram in the air.

Looking left and right, taking advantage of no one paying attention here, Xia De flashed into the broom closet. Perhaps because the mop was often put in without being dried, there was a damp smell in the not-small space inside, and the overall area was about the same as Xia De's walk-in closet.

To prevent Henry Vahl's secret room from being behind the wall, Xia De held his breath and slowed his steps as much as possible.

Not touching the gas lamp switch on the wall, Xia De squinted his eyes to see in the dark, and then watched the blood-colored halo disappear directly in front of the wall in the deepest part of the broom closet.

Shelves were placed in front of the left and right walls, while longer brooms and mops were placed in front of the wall where the red halo disappeared. On that piece of wall where the halo disappeared, it was the only place where nothing was placed.

"Is there a secret passage? But where is the mechanism?"

But if there really was a mechanism, it would definitely make a loud noise, so Xia De used a simple method:

"Feilianna's Witch Light!"

Golden light lit up on his right palm, and then, like inserting a hot fire tong into an ice cube, Xia De's right hand inserted into the stone wall in front of him. The front end of his arm had just entered the ground when he vaguely heard the sound of talking coming from behind.

"Very good."

He pulled his arm back, then lay on the wall, aiming his ear at the hole that could almost penetrate the stone wall, listening to the sound below:

"Praise death..."

That was a prayer sound; because it was separated by a layer of stone wall, the sound was somewhat distorted, so it was impossible to distinguish who it was. But Xia De at least distinguished that the sound came from far behind, not just from behind a wall.

So, he raised a finger and reached toward the hole, using his finger to melt through the last wall. Lying at the hole looking behind, confirming that the rear was a narrow passage, he thoroughly melted out a gap large enough for him to pass through sideways, and then used 【Breath of Time】 to restore the wall to its original state.

"Are there traces of elements?"

【No.】

Both sides of the passage behind the wall were gray stone brick walls. Five or six steps forward was an iron door, the red halo led there, and the prayer sound also came from there. At the same time, Xia De also smelled a stench; that was the smell after the corpse material decayed and deteriorated:

"Hope the scene I see in a while won't affect my appetite for dinner."

Thinking of Little Mia, the image of that cat tucking its front paws and lying on the windowsill sunbathing and napping diluted the imagination of the disgusting scene in his head. Xia De controlled the sound of his footsteps, paid attention to the continuity of the prayer sound, and then approached the iron door.

Placing his hand on the door, 【Key of the Door】 was ineffective, indicating that this door was not locked. Confirming that there were still no traces of elements, he closed his eyes, imagining the source of the prayer sound in the space behind the door. Holding the cards in his left hand and taking out the revolver he didn't intend to use in his right hand, he opened his eyes and took two steps back, slamming the door open:

"Nobody move!"

He slammed the door open, pointing the muzzle at the young man kneeling on the ground, who seemed to be praying to the bronze jar in front of him.

He was wearing a black robe, the bronze jar was suspended in the air by several iron chains, and below it was a small coal stove used for heating in the countryside; the stench came from the bronze jar. It seems there was a ventilation opening here, otherwise he would have died of carbon monoxide poisoning long ago.

The candles scattered on the ground were the light source in the secret room. Henry Vahl stopped praying, stood up silently, and then turned to look at the detective holding a gun behind him. The space here was larger than the broom closet outside, but besides Captain Lades lying by the wall, and the bookshelves and desk by the wall, there were not many things here.

"You found me?"

He watched the muzzle and asked.

Xia De glanced at that bronze jar:

"What are you cooking?"

The young man smiled:

"What do you think?"

"The serial murder case in the city, is it you who did it?"

"Yes."

He actually admitted it.

"Why? Don't tell me you have a fiancée in the countryside who is seriously ill or has already died, and you want to use this method to extend her life."

Xia De looked into the other party's eyes. Henry Vahl was indeed an ordinary person, and the scene in front of him that looked like a ritual didn't possess any power at all. But the disregard for life shown by this person now, as well as the attitude of not panicking at all, made Xia De understand that this guy was probably a lunatic.

Speaking of which, the evil deeds he had seen ring mages do in this world seemed to be fewer than the evil deeds done by ordinary people; this was probably because the outsider still hadn't seen enough of the world.

"No, no, I wouldn't take such a risk for someone else's life."

Henry Vahl looked back, looking at the jar cooking things:

"I am about to die, a brain disease, but I cannot die."

"Why?"

"Isn't this an obvious thing? How could someone like me, destined to do great things, die so young?"

Xia De thought the other party was a lunatic, but didn't expect the other party to be so shameless.

"So you think your life is more important than others' lives? Using others' lives to extend your life is a very valuable thing?"

Xia De asked, and the young man in the black robe looked at him very unexpectedly:

"Oh, you actually understand this point?

Yes, a month ago I was introduced by someone and met a very magical boy who could accurately predict a person's way of death and time of death. The boy told me I would die of a brain disease on the first snow of this winter. So, I spent a lot of money to buy ancient documents, and after translation, I obtained the formula for this potion that can extend life. I have always believed that I can grasp my own destiny."

"Um... you actually don't need to say it so detailed."

"No, no, I have held these words for a long time. In the past, I could only tell them in my diary, later I told them to the corpses that contributed their lives to me, and now I can finally tell them to a living person."

Xia De confirmed that the other party was a lunatic:

"The captain's gun is in your hand, right? I guess it's in the sleeve of your robe. Now stretch out your hands and raise them above your head. I'll count to..."

Henry Vahl raised his gun and aimed at Xia De, and Xia De, who had been prepared, flew out the cards in his left hand the moment the other party had the action of raising the gun.

He didn't hold back; the cards in his hand directly cut off the finger that wanted to pull the trigger. Because the speed was too fast, Henry Vahl didn't realize his finger was gone until he pulled the trigger several times but failed to fire a bullet.

"Ah~"

The scream had just come out when Xia De, who walked over in large strides, punched him in the face:

"Mind Blast!"

Mind Blast judges power based on the other party's mental strength, and the closer the hand is to the other party's head, the greater the power.

Under one strike, Henry Vahl's head didn't explode like a watermelon; he was like being hit by a cannonball with huge kinetic energy, instantly flying backward, the back of his head hitting the bronze jar heavily, making a "thud" sound, and then his body slid softly to the ground, thoroughly fainting.

Xia De shook his hand with some disgust, finding that under the candlelight, the other party's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were all bleeding; although he was still breathing, he probably would never wake up again.

"So 【Mind Blast】 used on ordinary people actually has such a strong effect."

【This time, the strike was really merciless.】

"She" chuckled in his ear.

"Anyway, he said he had a diary, so I don't need to ask for more details. And this kind of person, what do I keep him for?"

Xia De asked, pulling the captain's pistol from the other party's hand, and reached that hand with the broken finger into the stove under the bronze jar. After burning for a while, he pulled that hand out.

This was on one hand to confirm whether the other party was really unconscious, and on the other hand to cover up the injury of the finger being instantly cut off by a sharp weapon. He still wanted to use the criminal's body to exchange for the reward.

Finally, he looked at the evil spirit "lying" on the young man's back; she became more transparent, and the pale green spirit body was also fading bit by bit:

"You can leave."

He watched the soul and said, his right hand drawing a vertical line in the air, and then the black trace left by his fingertips expanded into a pitch-black crack. Behind this hole, extreme cold and the light of the Underworld Moon penetrated, and behind it was the land of death.

The souls of Midhillburg would mostly be sucked away by 【Death-Life Gap】, so Xia De opened the door to true death, allowing this poor person to leave directly.

It seemed to be affected by the black wind blowing from the land of death; on the evil spirit that was not strong to begin with, the pale green light gradually faded.

It bit by bit recovered to the appearance of a normal human female, her slightly immature face lowered, looking at her hands blankly, looking at Henry Vahl on the ground, and then looking at the young detective in front of her:

"Thank you."

Bowing slightly to Xia De, she turned into a white light and entered death.

The hole disappeared, and Xia De breathed a sigh of relief:

"Did another good deed, tonight I can reward myself by taking Mia to eat something good."

He thought to himself, just wanting to check the situation of the tied-up captain, but suddenly stopped:

"Wait a minute, Henry Vahl was heavily hit by my 【Mind Blast】, and the back of his head just hit a heavy object. He definitely won't be able to wake up. Judging from this injury, he will likely die thoroughly this winter due to brain death."

【So what?】

"She" chuckled.

"Although the potion formula Henry Vahl bought has problems, that so-called 'boy who predicts death' was right; he will indeed die in winter due to brain disease. But not because he originally had a brain disease, but because he thought he had a brain disease and killed people indiscriminately, and thus was..."

Xia De squinted slightly; accurately predicting the time and way he would walk to the end, even those strange arts provided by Priest Ao Gu Si couldn't do it.

"Midhillburg actually has a prophet who can predict death? It seems I need to pay attention to this matter."

【Have an interesting idea.】

"What?"

"She" chuckled, as if opening her lips right by Xia De's ear:

【The other party predicted Henry Vahl would die on the first snow of this winter.】

"That's how it is."

Xia De looked at the young man slumped by the stove.

【Then, do you want to try—kill him now.】