Spent a whole morning, Several captured followers of the evil god were interrogated again. It cannot be said that there has been no progress, but in fact, we have not yet found the clue. The people who were sent out to investigate have not returned yet. So Wayne took Inesa to a small restaurant near the church to eat barbecue sandwiches together. As for Reverend Hake, He was left in the church to eat bread with the church members. The two of them were planning to visit the homes of the evil god's believers later, so they were eating lunch while waiting for the town hall staff to come and accompany them as witnesses. Wayne ordered himself a cup of cowboy coffee to perk himself up. This thing is considered the original American coffee with western characteristics. It is actually ground coffee and thrown directly into the pot to brew. The lower it goes in the pot, the more bitter it becomes. Cowboys use this thing to refresh themselves on the road when driving cattle to sell.
But Wayne now feels that this bitter coffee tastes It's not as bitter as the one I felt yesterday in the indigenous tribe when I absorbed the contaminated spiritual power. After those polluted spiritual powers were absorbed into Wayne's body, they seemed to turn into bitter water, and were still lingering in his "stomach". Although I feel exhausted, But it still seems that I haven't digested it yet. Unfortunately, there is no way to "spit" it out and absorb it again. Otherwise, that thing tastes much better than coffee. Put down the coffee cup. Wayne picked up a barbecue sandwich and began to satisfy his curiosity: "Miss Inessa, have you known Reverend Tywin before? He seems to be quite powerful." Inesa seemed to think that the sandwiches cut by the restaurant were not small enough, so she asked for a knife and continued to cut them into smaller pieces with her head down: "Just call me Inissa. This is the first time I've met Reverend Tywin, but I've heard of him in the Exorcist Guild." "We haven't even met before, but he directly asked you to be in charge of the investigation...?" Wayne thought about the angry Captain Joffrey. Joffrey, you lost miserably. "Perhaps Reverend Tywin has had access to my files." Inesha picked up a slice of sandwich and pressed it down a little: "It is said that his position in the Holy Spirit Church is somewhat similar to the three giants of the Inquisition in the Holy See of the Old World. They are all powerful figures who are in charge of a part of the church's law enforcement power, but are not well-known in the eyes of ordinary people. "I heard before that he was about to take another step forward and was about to be ordained as a bishop in a certain diocese. He didn't have time to investigate personally, and he was in a hurry to leave with the results within a few days. Maybe he was busy with this matter."
Bishop candidate... He is indeed a big shot in the reserve force. Being able to become a bishop in the Holy Spirit Church basically means becoming a "local lord" in the religious world of the American Federation. At least I sit at the same table with the governor during meals. Going up further, If I could enter the Episcopal Conference, Then, in the Holy Spirit Church, they can be compared to the so-called "Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period" or the "Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period". I just don't know why a big shot in the reserve force like this would come here in person to investigate such a small case. But no matter what, This sounds like a good opportunity for Inissa to gain contribution points in the Exorcist Association, and it seems like it cannot be missed. Then Inessa seemed to think about it and looked at Wayne: “You have to be careful recently and don’t reveal your identity as a wild Beyonder in front of him. "Although he seems to be more open-minded in his view of Beyonders, it is still best to avoid risks." hiss…… Oh, yes. According to the official definition of the Holy Spirit Church, the "fallen" seemed to have to sit at the same table with the followers of the evil god... Then try your best. Send him away quickly! … I took the staff of the town hall with me and went home to ride on the Little Chestnut Hat again. Wayne and Inissa went to check on the homes of those evil god believers, each on a horse. There aren't many problems at home for gamblers. It is mainly a small altar that seems to be used to pray to evil gods, and the material has nothing to do with the human body. He didn't know how the church would deal with the matter, but from the sheriff's perspective, the most they could do was criticize and educate him. The coffin shop clerk and the grocer, like the gambler, are also men living alone. The problem between them is a little bigger. In a person's basement, there were a lot of bottles and jars filled with human tissue. The other one has already begun to worship the evil god with his flesh and blood. There are more flies and insects in the cabin in the backyard than in the toilet.
Finally, I visited two farms. Both farmers have families with them, and they didn't notice anything unusual at home. However, they are divided according to the development of their organization members. The farmer who was ranked second in development order and second only to the gambler in seniority was still considered "clean" for the time being. But the farmer who ranked sixth in the order of development, He is also a person with special hobbies. In his hunting cabin, he kept some human skins of the correct color, which had been tanned and made into leather crafts. I didn't expect that a small town like Black Stone, There are so many hidden talents here. In an age without internet access and with inconvenient transportation, if people's hobbies become special, they can be quite bizarre. I asked their families and neighbors. I came up with a list of the people they usually interacted with, and also highlighted some of the people they interacted with privately but were inadvertently seen by others. The next step is comparison and checking for plagiarism. Then I went on home visits without stopping. When the sun was about to set, Wayne and Inessa finally returned to the church. After listening to the feedback from various groups, we can only say that nothing was found. Either there is something wrong with the scope of investigation, Or, someone was careless and let it slip - why are you glaring at me, Joffrey? I'm referring to you. So Inesa saw that everyone was busy all day, There are no new clues at the moment, so let everyone go and rest. As for herself, He stayed in the side hall of the church, continuing to look through various records and archival documents. In the end, it was Wayne who helped pack the materials. Then he took her back home. Reheat the cold dinner. In the living room, Wayne and Inissa were eating next to each other, while Lina was lying on the sofa, joining the study group who were looking through the records for ideas. Lina complained as she flipped through the pages: “Unfortunately, time is too tight.
"Otherwise, if we can find something about that bug monster, we can ask the sage for guidance in the next moon cycle and find the direction. With so many people sweeping over there together, it won't be a piece of cake to deal with a mere Beyonder who plays with bugs." Tsk, I just hate people like this who are protected by bigwigs. Others may work hard all day but still not be able to achieve the same result as others who go and ask the boss. Wayne thought about the bunch of lines he had accidentally seen before. I still feel a little scared. Although Lina called it "Sage", it sounded quite friendly. But Inesa called that thing "the wise sage" and used the uncommon pronoun "He", which clearly showed that he was not a small fry. Anyway, Wayne took a quick look at Him before He appeared. The damage the body felt at that time was more serious than absorbing the pollution from Tecumseh's entire tribe. If you take a serious look at it, you might consume your entire blue bar right there and then. Can't afford to offend. Next time if Wayne knew in advance, he would definitely stay as far away as possible. Anyone who looks at it more is a dog. Finally, a few people worked overtime until midnight. After taking a shower, Wayne rolled over on the bed and continued to think. As soon as he came up with an idea, Inesa came and knocked on the door. Inessa's guess is the same as Wayne's: "If there is really no one else, then the one with the problem should be the farmer, right?"