Chapter 13 Fantasy Becomes Reality Saturday. Hitzfeld quickly accepted that she was a shooting idiot. Just kidding, she is even used to things like gender change. It’s just that her talents in certain areas are not outstanding, which doesn’t bother her at all. If you can't do it, practice. The early bird catches the worm. She believes that every sharpshooter is made by bullets. As long as she keeps practicing, she won't be able to hit whatever she points at within 50 meters, but it won't be a luxury to be able to hit whatever she points at within 10 meters. "So... I will learn the basic knowledge of funeral science and Sara language as soon as possible, and I will try to achieve a hit rate of more than 90% within ten meters with firearms. These are my two small goals at the moment..." "But what did the lady do in the past?" Her curiosity about Mrs. Glee was rekindled. An old woman who owns a big house, is good at teaching, has so many guns at home, and has an almost unlimited supply of bullets, should she just be a mortician? Her impression of undertakers in Western culture comes from only two places.
One is the American West, where cowboy duels sometimes invite undertakers. Those gloomy guys in suits and top hats sit in a carriage with a coffin at the back. The loser of the duel will be thrown into the coffin and taken away for burial. Then there are the guys in daily life who are also dressed very appropriately and look like elegant gentlemen - they all have fake smiles on their faces and keep selling coffins to the residents. White candles, churches, cemeteries, crosses, black dresses, top hats...this was her entire impression of this profession. But she couldn't see these elements at all in the Glee family. Isn't it the funeral director's job to perform some pretentious "rituals" at the deceased's funeral? There are absolutely no related props to be seen here. If she had not known about the lady's occupation in advance and knew that she was just a funeral director, based on what she had seen and heard during this period, she would have thought that she was a retired detective. Perhaps the late Mr. Gulliver had a similar profession, so his wife also picked up some of his habits? Hitzfeld's thoughts were wandering, which slightly affected his study efficiency today. Mrs. Glee was very dissatisfied with her occasional distraction and threatened to confiscate the Planck if she did so again. Only then did she correct her attitude and restrain herself. But the class did not continue as it was forcibly interrupted by a group of uninvited guests. "You are?" Standing on the inside of the iron gate in the front yard, Hitzfeld looked at these people with some surprise. She knew some of them, Sheriff Rand, Officer Mike...but she had never seen the man in the front before. He was very tall, wearing a grass-green windbreaker and a brown hat with tufts of light yellow curls showing from the brim. He had a pair of beautiful lake blue eyes. "Good morning, Hitzfeld. I'm Ethan," he said to her. "You can think of me as one of their colleagues." "Can be regarded as"... Does this mean he is not a policeman? The girl noticed his choice of words keenly. But Sheriff Rand did not respond to this, he undoubtedly agreed. So he should be from a higher level system than the "police", most likely someone from the special department of the Sara Kingdom.
"Don't be like that." Ethan laughed dumbly at the wary look she gave him, "We have no ill intentions." Really... Although the girl's attitude of trying to be serious was very much to his liking, he even hoped that every civilian would be wary of strangers, but her beautiful appearance made her look non-intimidating. Like a stimulated puppy or a fawn, she just wants someone to stroke her head. "It's like this, Hitzfeld..." Sheriff Rand coughed, "Actually... we have some details we want to ask you about the Nightmare you killed last time." "Aren't you going to continue investigating the Weir family's case?" The girl looked at them even more unfriendly. In her opinion, these people were just idle and had nothing to do. They couldn't catch the real murderer, but instead came to suspect her. "Bring them in." The lady's voice came from upstairs. "come in." The girl curled her lips and opened the iron gate. Ten minutes later, in the living room, three grown men were sitting near the door. Mrs. Glee was sitting in the main seat, and Hitzfeld was holding a teapot and pouring tea for them. "I didn't expect it to be you this time." The lady suddenly said, causing the girl to pause slightly in pouring tea. What's the meaning. She glanced quickly at the lady's face and saw that she was staring directly at Officer Eason. Do these two people know each other? Ethan has basically been confirmed to be a person from the special department of the Sara Kingdom. Madam knows them. Does this mean that Madam is also related to that department? "The captain has other troubles to deal with this time... I happen to be free, so it's my turn this time." Ethan rubbed his hands and took the tea the girl gave him. "Thank you... In fact, we're here just for you, Hitzfeld." "You may not understand this behavior. I can explain it to you in detail." He took a sip of his tea, holding the cup with both hands and leaning forward. "From your wife, you should have learned some details about this monster... such as where it came from and what it likes." “Hmm…” the girl responded. "Why did it appear here at that time... After we went back and conducted a detailed investigation and... discussion, we determined that it was attracted by a deeper level of corruption." "so what." Her tone was calm, but she was already feeling a little impatient. These ladies had already emphasized this to her.
"That's the problem, Hitzfeld." Sheriff Rand interrupted. “It should be aimed at Oldville.” "……What's the meaning." The girl didn't react immediately. "It should be the same as other nightmares that may exist but we have not yet discovered. The first target at that time was the Weir family." Ethan said, staring intently at the girl's exposed right eye. "But for some reason, it suddenly decided to change its target and sneaked into your bedroom." This…… Hitzfeld was a little surprised. The scene at that time flashed back before her eyes. She seemed to see a mirror again, and the girl in the mirror showed her a golden left eye. Is it... because of this influence? But how come… this eye doesn’t show anything special? "Then, this is a suspicious person we have noticed these days." Catching the expected surprise on the girl's face, Ethan tapped his chin in satisfaction, then took out a black-and-white photo from his arms. "We suspect that you may have had contact with him without knowing it, or that he did something to you, which led to this phenomenon..." "You have lost your memory, after all." Sheriff Rand added, "It's very likely that you just can't remember." "So take a look, Hitzfeld." Ethan pushed the photo toward the girl. "Do you still remember this man?" These people must be crazy. Hitzfeld frowned. She knows whether she has lost her memory or not. How many people has she come into contact with since she woke up? What suspicious man? She didn't even know—— Then she saw the content of the photo. This was obviously a candid shot, with the camera recording from the side a tall, thin man hurriedly walking out of an alley. He wore a brown overcoat and a black hat, with the collar turned up high to hide his face.
It was exactly the same as the description she had given to Mrs. Glee - the stranger who told her the name of the evil god. Chapter 14 Shadow Lion coincidence? Without paying any attention to his facial expression, Hitzfeld widened his eyes in surprise. This performance completely caught the attention of the three professionals on the opposite side. Sheriff Rand excitedly stared at them: "You have seen... is it like this?" Officer Mike raised his eyebrows but remained silent. Ethan remained indifferent, but his eyes narrowed slightly. The girl was in a state of confusion at the moment. Well...she had seen it, but it was not in reality. It was just a character she created in her lie society and should only exist in fantasy. So how should she answer this question? Because of this lie and the conflict with her wife, she didn't even dare to tell her about her body's abnormality - insomnia. Did she have to keep up this lie? And in front of a group of professional detectives? She immediately realized that her experience and knowledge might not be enough to support her to complete this action without changing her expression. Even if she knew what to do and what to say, if she was asked to repeat those words now, she was sure that her tone and expression would be wrong. "Hitzfeld did tell me about this man..." Just then, Mrs. Glee, who had been silent all this time, spoke. She picked up the photo from the table, looked at it carefully, and said slowly: "She said that she had seen this person in Old Weir's house, and she also heard him say its name..." "Whose name?" Officer Mike and Sheriff Rand were confused by this, while Ethan was briefly dazed before his eyes widened, a look of horror on his face. "You are kidding me, right?" He stared at his wife's face. "You should know that this is not a joke!" Madame just squinted at the photo. Not sure if it was a psychological effect, but the girl saw a hint of nostalgia, a hint of attachment, and... endless hatred in her eyes. Can a person's eyes really have such rich emotional changes in a short period of time? She couldn't help but doubt. "But this shouldn't be the case..." Ethan shrugged his shoulders and wiped his face without caring about his manners: "All those who knew about this should have been dealt with... except ourselves... but we won't be infected by them!" "Officer Ethan?" Sheriff Rand looked at Mike awkwardly, lowered his voice and approached Ethan, "Can I know what happened in detail?" "Well." Ethan glanced at him, then opened his eyelids and looked at Hitzfeld, "Actually, it was a vicious case that happened decades ago." "At that time, this place was still called the Port of Wayne. It was a place called the Capital of the Kingdom of the West. It was a place called the Capital of the West. The capital of the Kingdom of the West was the capital of the West. It was very important to the Port of Wayne. It was not only one of the largest port cities in the south, but also the only way from the shore to the capital from a strategic point of view." "Decades ago?" Sheriff Rand thought for a moment. "I seem to have heard of a similar incident from my family." But it was indeed too long ago that even the family elders who told the story were vague about it, and the next generation like Rand-Ann could only regard it as a legend at best.
"Ahem! Let's get back to the original question." Ethan coughed, "Hitzfeld has indeed seen this person, is that right?" He stared at the girl. In order to justify the lie she had told to her lady, the girl had no choice but to nod. "And not only did you meet this man—you must not mention that name here—but he also told you a strange name, is that right?" “……”Continue to nod.