Chapter 38 Winning over Carol carried her torn duffle bag into the Special Incidents Investigations building. At the door, many colleagues had received the news in advance and were waiting to greet him. This group of people prepared cakes, champagne and flowers and waited at the door to celebrate his "resurrection." This is Sir Gregory's nephew and the direct investigator of the militant faction within the department. "Carol, I heard that you were locked up by those perverted lunatics. How is it going? Didn't they arrange for a female cultist to use a honey trap on you?" A colleague, with a smirk on his face, nudged Carol's strong chest with his elbow, but Carol had a grim expression and ignored his funny joke. "We won't go home until we're drunk tonight. Let's drink in the office until we get off work, and then we'll go to the Oak Barrel Bar as usual!" A fat colleague said, holding up a bottle of champagne, and the crowd cheered. "You guys go ahead." Carol still had a stern face and pushed away the champagne that was handed to her. "Tell us what happened in Excel Town. Is the evil god that those crazy people are worshipping really that scary?" Some people were already drunk at this time. Just as Carol was about to explode, she was stopped by a middle-aged woman who looked like a clerical worker: "Investigator Carol, Sir Gregory is waiting for you in the study on the third floor."
"Okay, I'll be there right away." After Carol left, the crowd cheered again. They all thought that Carol was just pretending to be serious. This was a real survival, definitely worth celebrating all night. It was almost the end of the working day and the corridor was empty. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto the brown carpet in the corridor. As soon as Carol went up to the third floor, he saw a burly figure standing in front of the corridor window, as if waiting for him. "Uncle Gregory, I'm back." The burly figure turned around. He was wearing a leather navy jacket, a captain's navy hat on his head, and heavy military boots on his feet. A large, weather-beaten face with sharp eyes and a meticulously groomed beard, but if you look closely you will find that the beard, a mixture of black and white, is mostly white and less black. But even so, he was still as majestic and upright as his beard, standing like a steel nail in the shadow of dusk. One could tell at a glance that he was not someone to be trifled with. This is Sir Gregory, the core figure of the militant faction within the Special Incident Investigation Department. "Well, it's okay, my arms and legs are still there." Sir Gregory walked closer to Carol, held his shoulders, and glanced at his whole body. "Uncle, I... I'm fine." Carol suddenly saw his relatives and thought of the inhuman torture he had suffered in the past few months. He felt like he had been reborn in two lifetimes. Even though he had a heart of steel, he almost shed tears. "Why are you crying, you useless piece of shit!" Sir Gregory raised his hand, ready to slap Carol, but at the last moment he softened his heart and temporarily turned his hand to fall on Carol's shoulder. But even so, Carol couldn't bear it and took several steps back. "I'm sorry uncle, I couldn't save those four investigators. I watched them die in front of my eyes." Carol couldn't hold back his tears any longer and burst into tears. Gregory didn't go to comfort him, but just stood quietly in the corridor, watching him cry. Three minutes later, Carol finally calmed down and stopped being sad. "Come with me when you're done crying, but once you're in my study, if you shed those cowardly tears again, don't blame me for throwing you out." Gregory turned and left. Carol followed him to the door of the study. When she raised her head, she saw a red banner hanging on the wall opposite the study. This is... Could it be that my uncle has been awarded some kind of award ribbon by the royal family? He looked up at the flag and saw a line of large characters on it: "Evil cannot prevail over good, eliminate harm for the people" and two lines of small characters below: "Presented by Mr. and Mrs. Isaac: Investigator Ricky Baldwin"
Hiss... Carol had never seen this before. He didn't understand the meaning of the big words at the top, but he knew the name Ricky Baldwin. "That villain Norman has someone hanging here. He acts so submissive in front of me and only does these little tricks behind my back. I'll have someone take it down in a couple of days and throw it in the trash." Gregory saw Carol standing there in a daze, and followed his gaze to glance at the banner on the wall. After all, this was a token of appreciation from ordinary townspeople, and he couldn't just ignore it and get angry on the spot. But every time he went out and saw this thing, Gregory felt like he had eaten a fly and felt sick in his stomach. "Uncle, no, this flag is good hanging here." Gregory couldn't believe his ears. His nephew had never dared to contradict him since he was a child. What happened today? "I'll take you to the medical department tomorrow for a comprehensive mental evaluation. I think you've become stupid after being in the cult's cell." "Uncle, do you know how I came back alive this time?" Gregory really didn't know that Norman had been in charge of Axel's case this time. He just received a notice a few days ago telling him that Carol was still alive and was rescued by the investigator who was on this mission. "It was Mr. Ricky Baldwin who saved me. Not only is he an excellent investigator, he is also an upright gentleman with chivalrous qualities. Under the circumstances at the time, he actually took a considerable risk to save me." Carol's voice was calm and full of respect. When he returned to New New Brunswick and saw the familiar city and relatives, he could better understand the preciousness of life. And all of this was given by Mr. Ricky Baldwin. Without him, he would have become a bloody sacrifice in the evil god's mass. This flag is great. I will make one in this style when I go back and hang it up in the most conspicuous place in the headquarters to thank Mr. Rich. Carol vowed secretly in her heart. "Go in and tell me everything you've been through in the past few months." In Gregory's study, the walls were covered with various naval decorations, including an old steering wheel, a rusty anchor, many naval flags, and the head specimen of some deformed sea monster. Gregory poured two glasses of liquor and handed one to Carol. He leaned against the desk with his glass in hand, listening to his nephew's stories about the strange town of Excel. In fact, Carol didn't know much about how Liu Yonglu infiltrated the church, how he became a minor priest, and how the mass ceremony faced the gods. But relying on the few words provided by Rogers and his own speculations, he was able to perfectly restore Liu Yonglu's "heroic deeds." In his description, Liu Yonglu is simply a heroic figure in a chivalric romance story. He is resourceful, mighty and brave, and can remain rational even when facing evil gods that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. In the end, he rescued himself and stayed behind to cover the others, which was full of the tragic mythical martyrdom. After a glass of wine, Carol finished telling the story of "legendary investigator Ricky Baldwin". And what about Sir Gregory sitting across from him? He was stunned... He watched Carol grow up. He was young and promising, and joined the Royal Navy at an early age. Not only was he outstanding in ability, but he also inherited his strict temperament and personality. If Carol was boasting or talking big, he would be the first to disbelieve it. The kid might be a little reckless, but he was never boastful. But if it is as he said, this Ricky Baldwin is too... How can he be called an investigator? If he was a member of the Saint's sect, with his ability and character, the word "Saint" would have to be added in front of his name after his death to commend his deeds and achievements. "You just said that he faced two gods head-on during the mass ceremony? He even used some forbidden magic to send the gods back to their original place?"
Sir Gregory felt that some details needed further confirmation. "It's true. The scene was extremely chaotic, but Investigator Rich was not affected by the gods at all. He even... talked and laughed with one of the gods..." Carol happened to be present when Sir Gregory asked this question, and he told his uncle what happened in detail. "I don't know what the prayer he recited from the Mass means. Didn't he explain it to you afterwards?" "No, I wasn't in a good mood after the mass. He didn't say anything else and sent me away first." Thinking of Liu Yonglu's life-saving grace again, Carol's eyes couldn't help but become moist again. "Where did that coward Norman find such a powerful person?" Sir Gregory murmured. The selection plan for Blue Rose is right in front of him. Originally, he was prepared to completely take over the real power in the department with an overwhelming advantage, but the other party now has such a person under his command, which is definitely a variable. "This Ricky Baldwin, what do you think of his style of doing things after interacting with him?" Carol was Gregory's direct descendant, and he understood the meaning of the string music, and quickly said: "Mr. Rich's methods may not seem extreme, but after the mass, at least half of the cultists in the chapel died. Their deaths were horrific, and the remaining half went crazy and lived a life worse than death." "Well, that's more like it." Gregory drank the liquor in the glass in one gulp. The wrinkles on his face began to turn slightly red and became hideous. "This Ricky's style of doing things is very much to my liking, and you quite appreciate his work ability. Do you think it's possible for us to win him over?" "To win over... this is not very clear yet." Carol really didn't know that although he had criticized Liu Yonglu for half an hour, the total time he had worked with him was only one night. "I went to meet with Norman at noon. He said that he had obtained some intelligence about the mysterious gathering in Calder County and would send a very capable investigator to handle it. Do you think it could be this Ricky Baldwin?" "Very likely!" Carol went through the list of investigators under Norman in her mind, and it seemed that Ricky was the most suitable. "If it's him... then we'll help him. Humph, going to Calder County and dealing with so many weird occultists, no matter how many lives we lose, it won't be enough." "Uncle, let me go. Mr. Richie saved me once, and I should find a chance to repay him. When I was a child, you always taught me..." Carol was interrupted by Gregory when he was halfway through his words. It wasn't that he didn't trust Carol, he was just afraid that this child who he had watched grow up would encounter danger just after escaping a near-death experience. But he couldn't say that. Gregory hesitated for a moment and said: "You go back first and support him. I will make arrangements for the time of support." It's Friday, and it's weekend after work today. Let's read some books to relax and have some fun. I wish you a happy mood. In addition, I updated the pinned information of the book review, you can also take a look. (End of this chapter)