The power of "Lucky Wheel" was stronger than imagined. Even ordinary bullets fired from it produced extremely formidable effects.
I should get some Beyonder bullets early, or I could try making them myself...
Silas removed the spirit wall and looked at the huge crater left in the floor, feeling somewhat hesitant.
I accidentally tore up someone's floor.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the scene, he suddenly heard two sets of footsteps outside the door, one lighter and one heavier, seemingly an adult and a child.
The footsteps walked straight toward the door and were about to enter.
Should be Emily coming back, and the other person is probably a police officer...
Silas thought, turning to look at the mess on the floor.
Not only was there his scattered flesh and blood, but also many bullet casings and a large hole. If the police saw this, it would inevitably cause some trouble.
"Swoosh."
He reached out, and the flesh and blood dispersed from his body quickly combined, just like making a flesh robe, forming a red carpet that completely covered the floor.
Just as he finished, the door was pushed open. It was indeed the landlady Emily, with a police officer following behind her.
"Miss Emily!"
A happy voice came from the kitchen.
Silas saw his sister quickly walk out. "You didn't come back all last night. We were very worried!"
Cecilia is acting well.
Silas praised her in his heart, then looked seriously at the police officer. "Officer, may I ask what happened?"
"She was kidnapped by bad people. We rescued her."
The officer who brought her in said shamelessly.
They're even taking credit for this.
"Thank you so much..."
Though Silas was mocking him internally, his face cooperatively showed a grateful expression as he kept thanking him.
"After she went missing, did anything strange happen?"
The officer asked seemingly casually.
"No."
Silas shook his head sincerely.
"After we reported it to the police, we just stayed home waiting."
"I see..."
The officer was clearly somewhat disappointed. After asking them a few more questions, he turned to leave.
Before leaving, he even complimented, "Your family's carpet is quite nice."
Made from Capim's flesh and blood, of course it looks good.
Silas maintained a polite smile until he left.
Emily didn't speak the whole time, just kept watching him.
After the police officer left, she hesitated, then said quietly to Silas, "I know it was you who saved everyone."
Emily vaguely remembered that when she was being whipped into unconsciousness, she dimly saw Silas's face.
After that river water sent her out, she became clear-headed, and the whip wounds on her body had healed.
She had seen before that Silas could easily heal injuries, so she was certain that Silas must have saved her.
"You didn't tell anyone else, did you?"
Silas neither confirmed nor denied, only asked this.
"No!"
Emily shook her head vigorously.
She was smart enough to notice that those police officers, those people in suits, actually didn't care about her life or death.
The key point in their questioning was entirely on the person who committed the incident that night.
Not only had they not saved her, they wanted to get leads from her to capture the person who saved her!
Although Emily was dissatisfied, she wouldn't openly resist.
She just played dumb, saying she had just been captured and didn't know anything. The police naturally wouldn't be too wary of a naive young girl, so they let her go.
"That's good."
Silas nodded. "We found your school bag for you. It's in your bedroom."
School bag?
Emily looked at Silas, slowly repeated the word, then gradually an uneasy expression emerged on her face.
"Oh no,"
She said frantically, turning to run into the bedroom. "I haven't finished my homework yet..."
And after coming back today it was already morning. She had skipped an entire morning of classes!
"After experiencing that kind of incident, she's still worried about schoolwork."
Looking at her back, Silas shook his head with some emotion.
---
Hilston District, in a certain room.
Fors was holding a cigarette with a holder, thinking about the opening of her new book for the seventeenth time, when she heard a commotion outside the door. Her friend had returned.
"Why are you back so early today?"
She tapped off some ash and raised her voice to ask.
"Capim is dead."
Xio walked into her room and said.
"I already know. That human trafficker who deserves to be burned by hellfire a thousand times, he deserved to die."
Fors pointed to the newspaper on the table. "What does it have to do with you?"
"That person with the golden mask... the guy who sold me the 'Sheriff' formula at Mr. A's gathering, he urgently contacted me just now."
Xio wrinkled her nose, disliking the smoke smell, and walked forward to open the window. "He gave me a task to investigate who's been asking about Capim recently."
"Hmm?"
Fors frowned. "That person... I remember he has an organization behind him. What do they want with the person who killed Capim?"
"I don't know."
Xio answered, her expression slightly off.
"What's wrong?"
Fors quickly noticed the change in her expression and asked quietly.
"The golden mask told me some inside information about the case.
He said the person who killed Capim showed obvious characteristics of the Secrets Suppliant pathway..."
Secrets Suppliant pathway?
Fors was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood what she meant and laughed dryly. "You're speculating it might have been done by Dr. Anderson?"
Though, Dr. Anderson is at least a Sequence 6 powerhouse. If he really wanted to do it, it doesn't seem impossible...
---
Queens District, inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey's grounding period was almost over.
Her mother, Countess Hall, had become less strict in her requirements, and tacitly approved of her inviting friends to the house for a tea party.
In warm, finest quality bone china cups, top-grade Queen's Black Tea emitted an aromatic fragrance.
Brewed at the most suitable temperature by a dedicated tea servant, it was respectfully and elegantly delivered to each member.
A three-tiered platinum stand was filled with various exquisite desserts, carefully made by the most professional pastry chef, arranged in sequence according to different flavors, colors, and textures, looking magnificent.
For Audrey, this was just an ordinary afternoon tea.
The noble friends she had invited came as promised, sitting around the table, drinking tea and chatting, talking and laughing cheerfully.
Through Audrey's guidance, their conversation quickly shifted to that strange case that occurred last night.
Everyone's gaze turned to one of the young nobles present, Kons Lierson, who currently worked for MI9.
"So why does the official report only say it's a missing person case?"
One of them asked curiously.
Kons Lierson recalled the scene from that night slightly, his expression somewhat strange.