"This statue doesn't have transcendent powers, although, it looks extraordinary..."
Eleazar said to the acolytes who were checking carefully.
Only those people didn't listen to his advice and continued to scrub carefully with holy light.
What exactly was this statue with a bunch of organs stuffed in it intended to be used for?
That was the query of all present.
And why stay here?
They then set the statue down, ready to take this possibly evil ritual of some sort back with them before slowly consulting the canon to be sure.
This transcendent event is becoming increasingly skewed in favor of the Demon Sequencer.
But Eleazar had a vague feeling as if something was wrong.
"What's wrong with you?"
Luna pulled him strangely.
Naively, she thought things were settled and they could go out on a date.
Eleazar looked back at the expectant eyes and sighed helplessly.
"Don't even think about it, it's still early."
Hearing his words, the magus turned around.
"Did you find anything else?"
Eleazar held his chin, "Fitting all the unhealthy organs of his body into the statue looked like some sort of transmutation ritual, but in the end, only the completed statue was shipped back, and the man died in a suburban clay molding factory, still gnawed on by wild dogs in a gruesome state. We all know that this kind of career without any transcendental factors could not possibly succeed, and this stonemason who has never been exposed to transcendental knowledge, where did he get the guts to dare to joke with his own little life? Although the autopsy didn't find any traces of other people's hands, I still feel that he was forced to do it and that there was a force he couldn't resist at the time that forced him to complete this one bloody process."
Hearing him out, the cleric also thought back to that scene at that time.
Late at night in a clay molding factory, a seriously ill stonemason, wailing and removing his organs while fitting them into the statue, and finally being able to complete the infusion process on his own, this is no longer as simple as a flashback, a person who doesn't even have a heart anymore, how can he still move.
"Well, those dark auras you perceived..."
The cleric mused for a moment, then turned his head to look at the transported statue again.
"You can wait for the Holy Guns to return, or come with us to investigate the employer of this order?"
Eleazar thinks for a moment, shakes his head, and decides to go back to the morgue and wait for his teammates to return.
It didn't take long for Garn to return from his investigation as well.
"The girls' parents are wasted, the woman is schizophrenic and only talks into her twin's clothes, and the man drinks all day and paralyzes himself with alcohol and can't ask anything useful."
Eleazar frowned, "What about the perpetrator?"
"The perpetrator was a local famous noble young master, who bought a new car for a test drive that day and ended up hitting and killing twin girls who were crossing the road, hmmm... He ended up paying a huge sum of money, a million dollars!"
"Where?"
Garn looked up at the sound of his voice, "What, you think there's something wrong with that noble young master?"
"Well, we won't know until we go see it."
Eleazar explains carelessly, "To see if he was careless that day, or forced to be."
Garn frowned when he saw Witcher pull out his mind ring and put it on.
"That young master has already been interrogated by the Holy Light, at least he didn't lie in his confession..."
Eleazar bristled, "I just hope you haven't baptized people with holy light and purged them of that darkness."
That noble young master wasn't in jail but was bailed out by the family using all sorts of connections and confined to the mansion.
The two then looked at the daughter of the nobleman who looked up at the scenery.
Sighing at the privilege of these people, the three Eleazar then proceeded to the baron's address.
And there were already several police cars parked in front of that mansion.
From a distance, they thought they had just found out something that place was in trouble, but when they walked over and inquired, they realized that the officials were also investigating the case.
The employer of that organ statue is the household.
"So coincidental?"
The three felt incredulous at once.
An incredibly cocky butler blocked the crowd at the door.
"My master is out on business, if there's anything you can do you can come back another day with an appointment, and if you keep knocking on the door, beware I'll go to the mayor to file a complaint against you!"
Those investigators and police officers all looked at each other with expressionless faces.
Eleazar turned his head once more to look at the dragoness.
"Why are you looking at me, it's not like all nobles are like that..."
Luna looked sheepishly at the road.
Back in sight again, the butler had been summoned, forced into the car, and had lost one of his shoes.
Garn quickly went over and conferred with the captain there.
In no time, that noble young master was also brought up like a chicken.
Witcher, who is in no hurry to get back to the trial, heads for the mansion.
Two sweaty security guards stood in the doorway, no longer daring to stop them.
After going in and sensing a circle and not finding anything unusual, he came out with a puzzled look on his face and got into the last police car to go back.
"The incident may still have nothing to do with this family."
Garn, who was sitting in front of him, looked back, his face a little surprised.
"It can't be, the two unnatural deaths in town were caused by this family."
Eleazar looks up contemplatively, "Actually... There may have been more than just two unnatural deaths, have you ever wondered if all those bodies that have already been requiemed by you guys, did they all die normal deaths?"
In his mouth, it seemed as if there was a big case that had been hidden away that was slowly unraveling.
The acolytes who were driving couldn't help but raise their heads to look in the rearview mirror.
Back at the police station, that noble butler was already sitting on the tiger bench and shivering. Because of the involvement of a transcendental incident, he had endured suffering that he shouldn't have.
In the holy light that pushed right into his soul, he even gave an account of the incident of the threatening violation of the young maid but knew nothing about the statue.
This is undoubtedly a very unqualified thing for a house steward to do.
All he knew was that it was the lady herself who had gone to order it and had paid for the workers to go on a field trip.
And that lady, after paying her deposit, went off on a vacation to her country estate unheard of.
The acolyte captain turned, "Go and get that lady, make sure you ask what it was that went there and who all went there."
Then it was on to the interrogation room of the noble young master.
And Witcher, who had already tossed it, happened to come out of it.
He guessed wrong, that noble young master didn't know anything at all, neither torture nor psychic suggestion could ask for useful clues, and having been baptized by holy light, there was no residual darkness on his body.
After exchanging intel with the team over at the statue incident, Eleazar muses a bit more.
"Go to the home of the hit victim."
Garn shrugged and had to tell him just a little bit more generally about the information he had previously investigated.
"The man is from a family of poor and downtrodden art students, and the woman is a businessman's daughter of a rich family, although the portal is not the right, the good thing is that the man rises to the occasion, the day is also able to live until a few years ago, his wife gave birth to a pair of twins, the burden has been increased by a lot, and he has been trying to make money to want to let them live a good life."