Mystery: The Stars Returner

"Mr. Hastur, are you still asleep?"

There was a voice outside the door, it was Lecturer Foulun's voice.

"He definitely can't sleep."

Another voice sounded, the slightly smiling voice of Professor Wayne.

"??!"

Hasta's expression was stagnant. He didn't sleep at night and came to his room for a meeting?

"He should have rested already. He walked a lot today. Even if he didn't complain, he must be very tired."

"Even you can't sleep in the environment here, and he, a nobleman with a good living environment, will definitely not be able to sleep."

"Then why hasn't Mr. Hastur opened the door yet?"

"If you knock a few more times, he will definitely open the door."

Boom boom boom!

The depressed and low knocking on the door sounded again.

"If I keep you up late at night, I should let you stay outside for a little longer."

Hastur waved the silver-plated cane in his hand several times, waited for about ten seconds, and then stepped forward and opened the door.

Outside the door, there were indeed Lecturer Folan and Professor Wayne holding kerosene lamps.

Professor Wayne felt Hastur's inquiring gaze and said, "Let's go inside first."

Hastur stepped aside and waited for the two of them to come in before closing the door.

Lecturer Foulun said sarcastically: "Mr. Hasta, please forgive us for disturbing us so late."

Hasta smiled and said: "It's okay, I just can't sleep either."

Lecturer Foulun breathed a sigh of relief, extinguished the kerosene lamp he was carrying, and complained softly, "The teacher has always been sure that you are not asleep, otherwise I would not dare to come and disturb you."

"Is there something to discuss?"

Hastur was not angry at this time, but a little excited.

In the dead of night, in the dark almshouse, three people lit a kerosene lamp and discussed things in a low voice under the dim light.

It really fills up the supernatural atmosphere of ghost stories.

There were no chairs in the room, so the three of them could only sit on the bed. Professor Wayne sat in the middle, and Lecturers Hastur and Foran sat on his left and right sides respectively.

Fortunately, the three of them are relatively thin, so it's not too crowded if they sit together.

"Of course I have something to do when I come to you so late." Professor Wayne spoke first, "After observing during the day, do you think there are any problems with this workhouse?"

Hasta thought for a moment and said: "It's too quiet. Except for Dean Dahn who was a little excited about our arrival, everyone else, whether they were children or adults working, behaved too calmly. Even they They didn’t even say a word or two to each other.”

It's too quiet, so quiet that it seems weird.

This is his summary of the workhouse today.

Professor Wayne nodded without expressing his position and looked at Lecturer Foulen on the other side.

"There is something wrong with Dean Dahn." Lecturer Foulun gave his own judgment. "Today I have been observing Dean Dahn and specifically talked to him. From his body language, I found that he is far inferior to The kindness shown.”

Professor Wayne said with a smile: "Tell me carefully."

Lecturer Foulen said with a serious face: "When the teacher proposed having lunch with the children, he looked a little strange on the surface, but in fact he was very calm and not panicked at all, as if he already knew about the proposal. What do you want to do?"

"He arranged a steak for us at lunch, and he did it because he knew we wouldn't eat it and he knew we would use it to show kindness."

"In his eyes, our behavior is like a botched performance in a circus. He seems to be overlooking us from a high position. He not only has a sense of psychological superiority, but also has intellectual contempt."

Hasta was surprised when he heard these words. During the day, he saw Lecturer Foulun chatting happily with Dean Dahn, and thought that Lecturer Foulun had been conquered by the charisma of Dean Dahn. .

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that this lecturer Fulun was the one with the best acting skills among the three of them.

Professor Wayne chuckled and said: "A school professor who is about to get old, a lecturer who only knows how to teach, and a young aristocrat who looks very immature. Dean Dahn is indeed qualified to feel superior about this."

Lecturer Foulun sighed and said, "Teacher, it's time for you to tell us what you think now, right?"

"My idea is very simple. It doesn't matter if Dean Dahn is greedy or bad, as long as this workhouse is really helping those poor people, instead of using the workhouse as a cover to secretly do evil things that harm others. thing."

"Teacher, what exactly do you know?"

Professor Wayne was silent for a while and said in a serious tone: "I got the news that several children are secretly buried in this workhouse every week."

He has long passed the age of being hot-headed and blindly demanding fairness and justice. He can tolerate darkness within a certain range.

Because he knows that there must be shadows under the order.

Although there are many almshouses in Backlund, the only almshouse that can truly fulfill the word "relief for the poor" is the almshouse opened by the Mother Earth Church.

Other workhouses either deduct charity money to make money, or let the poor who should receive relief become free labor, or they work hard on the diet of three meals a day, and there are many crimes that secretly persecute children.

What he couldn't stand the most was the persecution of children in the workhouse!

Those people can make money and make money, and they can withhold donations and three meals a day, but they can't target children.

That is not only a crime, but also an animal with no humanity!

"Secretly burying the child? Teacher, do you know what you are talking about?" Lecturer Folan was frightened by what Professor Wayne said.

"Jim is not the only guide I have in the dock area. Last month, old Jeff secretly sent me a letter. In it, he mentioned that he had witnessed the evil thing of burying the bodies of children in this workhouse, twice!"

"After I received the news, I rushed to the dock area immediately, wanting to contact Old Jeff and ask about the specifics of the matter, but I was never able to contact Old Jeff. A few days later, I got the news that Old Jie My husband died at the foot of a cliff on the mountain."

"After investigation by the police officer, they finally concluded that old Jeff slipped and fell from the cliff and died. There is no possibility of murder."

Speaking of this, Professor Wayne said coldly: "Old Jeff's physical condition is very good. He doesn't have any hobbies of mountain climbing on weekdays, let alone going to any dangerous cliffs. It is impossible for him to die of natural causes."

"This must have been a murder!"

"In order to investigate this matter, I came to this workhouse twice to find evidence that they tortured children and murdered old Jeff, but I was obviously not enough to complete this task alone."

"So this time I ask you to come with me and see if you can find anything abnormal."

Professor Wayne told everything in one breath, Hastur was still calm, Professor Folan's expression changed, and in the end he just sighed.

After a moment of silence, Hastur said: "I mean, if, if old Jeff is really murdered, and this workhouse is really persecuting children, what are you going to do?"