Mysterious Tribulation

slum.

Dirty corners crowded with homeless homeless people.

There is always a long queue outside the workhouse.

Investigator Percy Anias tugged uncomfortably at the second-hand clothes he bought from the flea market, and silently observed everything around him.

He saw an unshaven man in his thirties in a dirty cheap formal suit walking by.

The other person may have once belonged to the middle class, but a sudden illness or job loss is enough to knock down his family, bankrupt him, and become one of the homeless.

From the numb and desperate eyes of the other party, Percy felt that the other party might still owe a large amount of debt.

Unfortunately... I'm just an investigator, and I can't do anything else...

Percy knew that there were gentlemen and wives who had just gone bankrupt and struggled to maintain their appearances.

For example, men leave early in the morning and return late, pretending that they still have a job, and wives organize their only set of clothes, raise their chins slightly when walking, maintain a false arrogance, and are unwilling to admit the cruel fact that they have fallen into the class.

Then, the cold society will crush them step by step.

He was evicted from a rental house because of unpaid wages and became homeless.

He had to sell his coats and jewelry, but in winter he had no clothes to keep out the cold.

In the end, some of them died, and some became part of the street homeless.

Percy walked by in silence, and suddenly heard the sound and exclamation of a heavy object falling from behind.

The crowd screamed and scattered, causing him to see a man lying in a pool of blood, the one who had just passed by.

He jumped...

After a while, the patrol officer in black uniform arrived, checked it briefly, and let someone carry the body away.

The crowd continued to move numbly, ignoring the puddle of blood on the side of the road.

Percy stared silently at the pool of dark red blood and took off his hat...

...

I'm Glamorgan Police, Detective Percy!

Percy took out the documents that were definitely genuine, and shook it in front of an old man with slightly gray hair: Are you the landlord here, Dion?

Yes, Mr. Constable...

Deion couldn't help taking off his hat and asked nervously, What can I do for you?

I'm looking for someone, Elrange...he's your tenant?

Percy asked.

This is a clue he found after investigating a large number of people who had contact with Jack in the Benjamin case.

Yes, Elrange! Dion recalls. It was a very spirited young man, from the countryside of South Deco, but very hardworking...you know, in a place like ours, you can There are not many young people who rent a room alone without paying rent...

How long has it been since you saw him? Percy frowned.

Two days? Three days... You know, I only pay attention to where my tenants are when the rent is collected. Derian replied embarrassedly.

Take me to his room. Percy ordered directly.

He followed Derian to an old building, passing rooms one by one, and sometimes through the doors and windows, he could see bunk beds and floor bunks that looked like a dormitory.

It has to be said that compared to the collective dormitory of the boarding school, it is even more messy.

arrive.

Deion came to a room on the second floor, took out a set of brass spare keys from his pocket, and opened a door.

Holy Spirit!

Immediately, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, kicking his legs, and kept retreating.

As early as when Deion opened the door, Percy put his hand on his waist, and then flashed flexibly, took out his revolver, and aimed at the door.

But there were no enemies or monsters inside the door, only a corpse that fell to the ground.

It belonged to a young man with flaxen hair, facing the sky, with wide eyes and a stiff hand, as if he had rolled directly off the bed, trying to grab the water glass on the table.

Go and notify the patrolman.

Percy asked the landlord Derian to find more helpers, and he entered the room with unabated vigilance.

The time of death does not exceed three days...

He checked briefly, and after confirming that there was no danger, he withdrew the firearm and glanced around the room.

This room, which is only a dozen square meters, is narrow and closed, with an unobstructed view. Except for the bed and table, there is almost no room for anything else.

At the bedside, Percy found a diary.

On November 7th, I finally arrived in Green Forest City. I must become a decent person here...

On the 8th, I found a port handling job... It's so tiring, Elrange, you have to persevere!

On the 15th, I was kicked out of the house by the landlord... I have to find another rental house as soon as possible...

On the 26th, I was tragically unemployed...

December 13, I have forgotten how long I haven't written a diary, but today is a memorable day. Thanks to the gift of the Holy Spirit, I was drawn to enter the workhouse...

On the 16th, I met a hapless man in the church workhouse. He called himself Jack. If he didn't talk about women and gambling, he was still an acceptable friend...

On the 19th, Reverend Chris Toya was not as superficial as he seemed, he was a kind gentleman...

24th, thank the Holy Spirit! Reverend Chris Toya introduced me to a job as a scribe at the Red Rose Firm for 4 shillings a week, which was enough for me to rent a separate room... I finally Got a place in this city...

In January of the new year, Jack came to me, he seemed to be hiding something...

February, is what I see true? Is that the truth of the world?

At the end of March, Jack came to say goodbye to me. He said he was going to do something big. I feel like he might want to rob a bank, or take revenge on his previous employer...

In May, I got sick and I'm getting weaker...

...

After that, the diary became more and more blurred, making it difficult to read, and there were not many more.

El Lankey, an aspiring young man from a small town... Because of his heavy work, he fell ill, but he didn't have enough money to see a doctor, so he could only support himself... Then, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and suddenly the disease worsened and he became sick. die?

A few hours later, inside the Bureau of Investigation.

Percy frowned and looked at the coroner in front of him. That's your conclusion. He died of disease?

Yes!

The coroner was a tall, aquiline-nosed man with a gloomy temperament, he paused and continued: But there is one more news... This young man is a Beyonder, and he should have activated the first quality, because the level of It's not high enough, so after death, spirituality naturally overflows without condensation! In the low-level original substance, the proportion of natural overflow is very large, and condensation is a rare situation...

Extraordinary... sick and dead?

Percy wanted to laugh a little, but couldn't.

The training of the Bureau of Investigation made him know that, except for a few very special occupations, low-level Beyonders are not much different from ordinary people.

This is too absurd. I feel that he is more likely to be silenced by someone with a disease-related Beyonder ability! For example, that mysterious mentor?

Percy said coldly: Fortunately, I have found a clue!