Chapter 68: dreamless night
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——In the next month, the "promotion" problem facing Igna will be resolved.
——However, the red star in the Harvest Palace, which represents the event completion, is opposed to the Yingxing in the Thunder Palace.
——The disaster brought by "Yingxing" destroyed the original harmonious and beautiful astrology, and made every shining star fall into an extremely dangerous "disaster" pattern.
——"Yingxing" is far away, the red star of the snake harem and the blue star of the white frost palace, implying that stability and disaster are hidden.
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"Be in awe of your destiny. Don't think that if you control the results of the divination, you control your destiny."
"Divination is not everything."
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Chris Sheehan pulled up his double-breasted trench coat and squatted down, the little girl in front of him reflected in his black pupils.
"Rachel, my brother asked you two questions. After you have thought about the answer carefully, can you answer me?"
"Okay." The flaxen-haired little girl nodded obediently.
"You are a devout believer of the goddess, you can tell your brother, when did you get the admission letter from the Welch McGovern Charity Orphanage?" Chris took out a small notebook and asked.
"Yesterday morning." The little girl replied in a crisp childish voice. Although there is a strong nasal sound in the nose, the articulation is still very clear.
"Do you know who sent it over?"
"I don't know." The little girl shook her head and answered any questions she asked. "But I think it's the regiment's uncle, or brother Dalot. Because Uncle Starlet said he didn't know either."
Chris was silent for a while, then reached out and touched the little girl's head.
"Brother, can I ask you a question?" the little girl said.
Chris nodded, but he could almost guess the little girl's question.
Sure enough, the little girl opened her eyes wide with anticipation and timidity in her eyes. She asked in a low voice, "Sister was involved in a murder case... Does she still have a chance to enroll with me?"
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"Mr. Dane Collins, in order to catch the murderer, we need your cooperation." Chris Sheehan in police uniform tapped the table with his index finger: "Please repeat what happened."
"Mr. Police Officer, I have already said everything I know." Dane said hoarsely.
"Please say it again." Chris Sheehan said patiently, "start from when you left Thun."
Dane looked up at the young police officer in front of him. The police office was dark, and the storm outside made his body tremble slightly.
"You are safe now, don't be afraid." Chris reassured. His voice is like a nocturne, comforting and peaceful.
Dane seemed to calm down under Chris's comfort, he nodded slowly, and began to speak in a low voice the story that he seemed to have told countless times, but it was the first time.
"Dalot booked a train for the evening. Although the weather was very bad, we still drove the train and hoped to be able to arrive at night..."
"... Dalot and Artea were whispering something while Vensuri sat down with us to bake clothes. He was very talkative and knowledgeable. Madeleine and Octavia both liked him and chatted with him. A lot, and then Wen Shuri shared a story he encountered in college."
"The general content is how did his mentor bully an orphan from a poor family? I can't remember exactly. But Wen Xiuri's story was only halfway through, and Octavius was like crazy, grabbing the wood in the fire. The stick is..."
"Later, Dalot wanted to find out what was going on. Altaia was also crazy, and actually shot Venturi directly. Then, everything went haywire..."
"...Tim was killed and the smell of blood was everywhere. I...I was also kidnapped by Vensuri. The knife was so cold, really cold, I thought I was going to die there. Dalot stood In front of me, Wenxiu used me to threaten Dalot and Altai, I thought I would die, although I knew Dalot would definitely save me, but Wenxiu was too quick for him..."
"Then, I don't know what happened... I went outside the tent."
"I just remember... Dalot told me to run away, run away quickly."
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"Octaviy Cook, you have nothing to say about your crimes?"
The girl in shackles turned to look at the young black-haired and black-eyed police officer in front of her, moved her lips, but said nothing.
She was allowed to attend the funerals of Madeleine Kirk, Tom Sid and Artea Grosways, but only from a carriage.
Chris Sheehan looked at Octavia's expression and sighed slightly.
Then, he put the admission letter with the name "Octavi Cook" in front of Octavia.
"Your sister asked me to talk to you." Chris said, "She said she would be waiting for you."
Octavia didn't seem to hear Chris's words. After a long while, she lowered her head inch by inch like a robot, and saw the admission letter with the stars in the middle of the night on her lap.
There was an unpleasant whimper in the carriage of the carriage, and the name on the admission notice was drenched in water.
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"Jasmine, what's the result of the divination?" Standing in the small room looking out the window, Sean put away the cane that fell on the ground.
Sean repeated the confirmation for the fifth time that this small room was where the cane used for finding objects was going to take them.
An empty room, the office of the head of the puppet circus that has been sold and handed over.
Relying on the shabby chair with his eyes closed, Jasmine opened her eyes and replied, "Sean, my results here are not very good." Jasmine, like a well-behaved and sensible student, reported the results she saw truthfully. It was given to Senior Nighthawks.
"I can't see any results through my dream divination. I can only see a gray fog." Jasmine replied.
"Well... it seems that the clue of Dalot Evans is broken here." Sean Lee concluded.
Because his dream divination results are the same as Jasmine. If the Nighthawks blessed by Merlin can't come to a conclusion, it means that the whereabouts of Dalot Evans really cannot be traced.
"So, this is the same as the crime scene. The result of the divination was disturbed because it involved the existence of a high-level personality?"
"Yes." Sean nodded and replied.
Jasmine is a "diver" like him, so he also takes on the responsibility of Jasmine's mysticism education.
"But, Sean, I don't understand." Jasmine asked, "if Dalot Evans has a high-ranking existence to help him. Why didn't the divination fail in the first place, but was brought here instead. ?"
"I don't know either." Sean replied in a low voice, looking out the window at Matthew Connor, who seemed to be ten years old, and the little girl and the one-legged trumpeter who were squatting beside him to comfort him quietly.
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All the Nighthawks who participated in the investigation of the case of the master juggler Dalot Evans and the instigator Vensuri were sitting in the conference room.
They all have an investigation report in their hands.
Both Leander and Sean said nothing.
After turning over the report two or three times, Jasmine couldn't help but ask. "So, Captain, are all our clues cut off like this?"
"Yes." Chris nodded.
"Are we...there's nothing we can do? An instigator...killed so many people...but...is there nothing we can do?" Jasmine said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Jasmine, the portrait of Wen Xiuli drawn according to Dane Collins' description, and the report this time have all been submitted to the church." Sean patted Jasmine on the shoulder and comforted softly: "This time The incident involved at least two high-ranking existences. The church takes it seriously."
"Yeah, Jasmine. You have done a good job in this case." Leander put down the report in his hand and said comfortably, "Dalot and the goddess' holy relic swore an oath. Now it's just Cons. Dunn's investigation is over, and there's still a long way to go. Vinsuri won't go unpunished, and we'll find Dalot. We're not powerless."
"Yes, Jasmine, this matter involves high-level existence, and the church will definitely continue to investigate." Chris Sheehan put his index finger on the report and tapped lightly.
"On the contrary If it weren't for me, I happened to be borrowed by the punisher and went to the Eastern Jurisdiction on Wednesday and Thursday, and you would have no way to contact me... Maybe we still have a chance to find the two of them on the train..."
"No, Captain. It's not your fault." Leander and Sean said quickly. "We also used the Sealed Artifact, but still haven't found the two of them."
"No. It's my fault." Chris Sheehan with black hair and black pupils said, "I didn't protect the city well."
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Ignat, who had bought his train ticket with another forged identity document, boarded the steam train back to Aalto.
A song in Intis was playing in the middle of the carriage, and a distant and ethereal female voice sang:
"The Book of Fate is the supreme book,
Close or reopen, you can't make your own decisions;
That lovely text cannot be read twice,
But the fatal chapter turns itself:
We want to go back to the page we love,
The page of our death is already at our fingertips. ” (Note 1)
After listening to a few sentences, Igna snapped his fingers to block his hearing.
Looking at the passing scenery outside the window, he hooked the corners of his mouth without a smile, and sneered:
"Fate can't decide by itself?"
"Fuck it."
(End of the first volume)
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Note 1: Quoted from the 19th century French romantic poet Alphonse de Lamartine's short poem "Verssurunalbum" translated by Douban netizens. In order to cater to the plot, two words have been slightly modified, and the "Book of Life" has been changed to "The Book of Destiny".