too late?
It can be seen from his eyes that Holland is hiding something. Ed was sure of it.
"Why? You'd better have a good reason."
Holander, who was tied to the chair, suddenly put his head forward and said:
"The Nirvana Order has collected enough blood of the emperor. They plan to ignite fire oil in the underground ruins and start the Nirvana ceremony. The network tunnels all over the city will collapse due to the fire, and the entire Silvermist City will be engulfed in a sea of fire. .”
Ed suddenly recalled the injured ghoul that suddenly ran out of the rat trail that day when he and Catalina were dining in the attic restaurant. There were obvious burn marks on its legs, apparently caused by the "Cremation" secret text.
At that time, he concluded that ghouls like to live in underground ruins, and the reason why they appeared on the surface was probably because another group was exploring the underground ruins.
The ghouls they encountered in the underground fortress also moved there temporarily. They also included some wounded people who had obviously been involved in battle.
In other words, since then, the Nirvana Cult has been operating in the Rat Trail, collecting "Emperor's Blood" everywhere...
Ed took a breath of cold air. At that time, he had not yet become an official agent of the Divine Bureau, and he did not have access to confidential information about the Nirvana Order, so he did not go in that direction at all. He thought it was just a group of bounty hunters with good intentions who were hunting for treasure underground.
And almost a month has passed since then, which completely confirms Holland's statement——
The Nirvana Order has collected enough blood of the emperor.
"When are they going to take action?" Ed didn't care so much and grabbed Holander's collar with both hands and asked.
"Today, at dusk." Holander was restrained by his sudden aura and spoke softly.
"Is it possible to move ahead?"
"Unlikely. To complete the Nirvana ceremony, the astrology is very important. It must be before the sun sets and the stars first appear."
The time has passed midnight, and there are still more than ten hours at most for action.
Ed let go of Holland and took out a folded, simplified rat trail map drawn on sulfuric acid paper from the inside of his coat. This is the Bureau’s version of the underground network map. It is far less detailed than the version provided by the man in black, but it is enough to describe the general outline:
"Mark the storage location of the 'Emperor's Blood'."
He unlocked the handcuffs, took out the ink-storage pen from his pocket and handed it to Holland. Since Quinn was at the door, Ed was not worried that Holland would stab him in the back.
Holland marked five marks on the paper: "These are the only places I know about. I don't know if there are other places."
Ed put the map back into his inner pocket, grabbed the cane beside him and turned around and said:
"The Bureau will arrange a clean and comfortable room for you, Mr. Holland. To ensure safety, please do not move around until the crisis is resolved."
After that, he closed the door and hurried out.
Quinn, who was leaning at the door, had already listened to all the conversations in the interrogation room. She followed Ed's steps side by side:
"What do we do now?"
"The situation is critical. We must mobilize all the power of the Bureau of Investigation in Silvermist City, and may even need the support of the Oakland family and the Royal Society. The other party may also have taken the factors of Holland's betrayal into consideration and cannot rely entirely on it. The coordinates he gave me."
As he walked, Ed took out the leather gloves from his pocket and put them on, and whispered:
"In this case, you go back to the detective station and tell Mr. Eaton what happened, and I'll go to the Eagle's Nest to meet with the Lafayette Division Chief. Remember to drink more coffee, we won't be able to sleep tonight."
…
In the clean and bright room, incandescent light bulbs emit clear orange light.
The bed is soft and has feather pillows. But Holland had no intention of falling asleep. He sat up from the bed and paced back and forth on the floor, anxious.
The Nirvana Order's success is already within reach, but the Divine Bureau has just begun to take action. He didn't even know whether the other party would keep his promise and let him and Abigail leave...
Abigail must have been very anxious as she stayed out all night. He had made an appointment with her to leave Silvermist City tomorrow morning, but now he was in jail.
Holland could not sit still. When the sun shone through the steel-barred window on the south side, hot tears fell from his eyes.
Once the sun sets, his Abigail will turn into ashes.
He knew he couldn't wait any longer.
Staring at the feather pillow in front of him, Holander made up his mind and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a foot-high flame rose up and ignited the entire bed.
"Fire!" he shouted, and the guard at the door opened the door.
Just as the other party threw the quilt on the ground and tried to put out the fire, Holland strangled him from behind. He clenched his palms into fists, and the blazing flames were immediately extinguished.
Fortunately, the security force guarding him was not very strong, and he was under house arrest. The Divine Adjustment Bureau should have deployed all available extraordinary people to deal with the Nirvana Order at this time. All he needs to deal with are ordinary people with guns.
Holander didn't do anything right. He didn't want to incur revenge from the Bureau of Investigation. He just changed into guard clothes and left quietly in disguise.
Fortunately, the old policeman on duty at the door was dim-sighted and his pointed ears did not arouse suspicion. He managed to escape from the police station, walked into an alleyway and changed back into his previous clothes before other police officers arrived for work.
Clicking, clicking, holding two crumpled tickets in his hands, Holander felt the wind blowing under his feet, as if he was flying.
With no money in hand, Holland had no choice but to walk. It was already approaching the departure of the passenger ship. Instead of returning to the rental house on Mole Street, he ran straight to the dock area.
My Abigail, you must come...
A hint of sweetness blew in the salty wind, as if it was the smell of new life. He will bid farewell to old feuds and disputes, and head to an archipelago that is free from the world...
The two of them may be broke, but there will always be a solution along the way. He can help people carry luggage or do odd jobs on the ship. If that doesn't work, he can steal it. Once you get to the Scarlet Islands, things will slowly get better.
The dock area in the early morning was already crowded with people. Holland sat on a bench and gasped, his hand holding the ticket couldn't help but tremble.
He was worried that Abigail might still be waiting for him at the rental house, and what would happen if that happened.
But it doesn't matter, there should be a second boat that can leave here at noon. If that didn't work, he could take Abigail out of the city, sell the jewelry for some money, and then set sail from somewhere else.
"Can you make room?" An old voice came from his ear, interrupting his thoughts.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Holland suddenly realized that he occupied the seat of two people, so he lowered his head and moved to the right.
"Thank you, it's great to meet my compatriots."
The old man sat next to him. He was wearing a burqa and his face could not be seen clearly.
Holander suddenly had a bad feeling. He wanted to make a sound, but only a wisp of ash came out of his lungs...
"You know? I know a young man about the same age as you." The old man's lips showed a dry smile, and he muttered to himself like a man of his age.
"He betrayed his countrymen, betrayed his faith, and turned against the very people who put us in this situation. It's such a shame."
His internal organs seemed to be burning, like a moth falling into the flame of a lamp, and his soul was falling apart in the fire.
"We do not have the right to forgive the murderer for those who died, Holland. Revenge is our destiny, and no one can betray his own destiny, neither you nor me."
Level 4 Extraordinary? When did Elder Issyk...
Holland's eyes widened, looking at the crimson eyes shining under the burqa. They were far more powerful than he had ever seen before - that was the last thing he saw in his life.
Then, a void of darkness rushed toward him, and in the darkness, there were flames.
…
"Have sweet dreams, kid."
Elder Issik stood up and left slowly.
Behind him, Holander's body turned into a wisp of ashes in full view, and disappeared with the wind...
