Faslanka, Seer District!
In the bumpy and unstable carriage, Besik read the materials familiarly. He breathed out heavily, turned around and said to Hollington:
"This is really not something that ordinary police officers can handle. Strictly speaking, it's worse than I imagined."
"Worse?"
Hollington's expression became a little unnatural. As a police inspector in Faslanca, he often cooperated with church clergy.
Many times, when you hear problems such as "bad" and "trouble" from a priest who has extraordinary power, it must be very difficult. If you don't handle it well, harmful events may occur.
"Officer Besik, can I take the liberty to ask, is this matter really related to a supernatural event?"
"The basic judgment is that it is a supernatural event involving ghosts."
“In the occult realm, hauntings are generally attributed to the spirit world.”
"Humans become ghosts when they die. Ghosts can be promoted to wraiths under certain circumstances, and then they become ghosts... If we face ghost-level spiritual creatures, I can't handle it." Besik He frowned slightly.
"It's understandable. I remember when I got off work from the police station to work as a bounty hunter a year ago, I encountered a mission that didn't sound dangerous, but was actually extremely dangerous. It involved the revenge of ghosts. I still have lingering fears."
Hollington emphasized the point that he had experienced such an incident a year earlier before continuing:
"It was a commission transferred from the Moonlight Bar."
"The commission was to protect the musician Sir Leon and expel the headless lady who climbed into his bed in the middle of the night. This sounds ridiculous, but in fact I experienced a similar situation in the second half of the night when I was working as his personal bodyguard. "
"For three days in a row, whenever I was around Sir Leon, there would always be a scary guy with a female appearance and a male body trying to climb into my bed in the second half of the night. Later I gave up on this commission. It was really scary."
"About two weeks later, Sir Leon jumped from the iron rope of Leiston Bridge because he could not bear the torture. At that time, it was even published in the Faslanka Morning News."
"I believe that if his parents hadn't died in the accident three years ago, he would have sought help from the church if something like this happened, and perhaps he wouldn't have died so young."
Beswick had heard about this incident. Sir Leon committed suicide by drowning himself in the river. The newspaper reported that the cause of suicide was mental trauma.
Many people speculated that he was in debt because of gambling, so he couldn't think about it and jumped from Reston Bridge.
But anyone who really knows Sir Ang knows that he doesn't like to play cards, let alone lose money. Even if he does lose at cards, as Sir Ang, it will only take a matter of minutes for him to mortgage his gambling debts with a bank loan.
"Everyone has his own destiny. Let's solve the problem of the hospital morgue first."
After closing the document, Besik took out a silver pocket watch with a curly grass pattern from his windbreaker pocket, opened it with a snap, glanced at the time, and then looked up at Hollington:
"We're already here, get off the car. The evening is the time when ghosts are most active."
"Ghosts...when are ghosts most active?" Hollington subconsciously swallowed and asked.
"Do I want to go in with you this time?"
Besik rubbed his forehead and said with a smile:
"No, I'm just reminding you that as long as you haven't angered ghosts before, generally speaking, they won't attack you for no reason."
"Okay, I'll stay at the door. If other problems arise, you can ask for support as soon as possible."
"It's okay, whatever you want."
Besik did not dwell too much on this issue. The carriage had already stopped at the entrance of Lexington Hospital. He opened the carriage door, entered the hospital, and walked all the way to the morgue building.
Lexington Hospital is located in the northern part of Faslancasil District. It covers an extremely large area. From the outside, it doesn't look like a hospital, but more like a park.
There are shaded paths everywhere, a prosperous rose garden surrounded by iron railings, a huge white cross statue, and a marble fountain that constantly sprays spring water. It can be said that it is the most beautiful hospital in Faslanca.
The building is really beautiful. I haven’t been to the hospital for a long time and I feel a little uncomfortable.
Previously, newspapers said that Hutton Mar was trying a new architectural style that could be as high as dozens of stories. If it was successful, it would be used in hospitals in the future and it should also become a landmark building in the city.
Besik quickly walked through the gardens and fountains and came to the gray corridor downstairs of the morgue.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a white coat came over from the opposite side.
He has slightly curly golden hair, a broad and thin face, and a black thorn flower embroidered on the lapel of his clothes. Under the dim light of the wall lamp, it shows a strange beauty.
The middle-aged man glanced at Besik, raised his hand and saluted:
"Good evening, sir!"
"Good evening." Besik smiled and nodded.
"Sorry, Officer Besik, I thought about it and it's better to follow."
At this moment, Officer Hollington trotted over from the back garden. He leaned on the white brick wall, bent over, and stopped between the two of them, breathing heavily.
"Let's do it together. This is my mission after all."
After saying that, he raised his head, stroked his mustache, and subconsciously glanced at the middle-aged man in a white coat standing next to him.
"It turns out to be Dr. Chris. It's great that you are here too. Let me introduce you. This is Police Officer Besik, the senior inspector specially sent to solve the morgue problem."
"I didn't expect that he would be such a young police inspector. Please forgive me for not being respectful enough just now."
After Chris heard Hollington's introduction, he suddenly smiled and bowed again.
Chief Inspector?
I can't afford it... Besik felt ashamed and quickly returned the favor.
After a while of pleasantries, Dr. Chris pointed to the two-story house at the end of the corridor and said:
"The morgue where the accident happened is in that room. I'll take you there."
"Good work."
While they were talking, a group of three people walked straight along the not-so-wide outer corridor, walked up the stairs, and arrived outside the morgue door.
There was nothing in front of this black iron door, but the cold air rushing out from inside the door already explained the problem.
Besik took advantage of Chris's opportunity to open the door with the key. He stretched out his hand and pressed the half-high silk hat on his head, pretending to arrange it. The moment he put his palm down, with the sound of the iron door gears turning, he bowed. Snap your fingers, and your spiritual vision quietly turns on.
Crunch——
The iron door was pushed open directly, and an extremely cold air suddenly spurted out from the dark corpse room, making people shiver.
Hollington, who had two delicate mustaches, couldn't help but lean back. His right hand kept pressing on the gun bag under his arm, for fear that something unexpected would happen next second and he would not be able to draw the gun in time.
"Should we stay at the door, or should we go in together?"
Hollington forced a smile and responded: "Let's go together."
"Where's Dr. Chris?"
At this time, Besik narrowed his eyes, his bookish face expressionless.
"Me? Sorry, I have another surgery tonight. There have been a lot of patients with lung problems recently, so I may not be able to investigate together."
Chris shook his head. In the dim underground, his tired mental state could be vaguely seen.
