Chapter 185: The Truth
Due to his high mental attributes, York was naturally beyond the level of the illusion itself.
This meant that his experience was like seeing frame after frame of illusionary images rapidly forming and disappearing.
Upon reaching the door, York, unaffected by the illusion, directly approached the essence of the matter and pushed open the door to the autopsy room.
Unlike the unchanged real-time 3D map, the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of disinfectant, heavier than outside, the heavy resentment, and the sight of the female corpse quietly lying on the autopsy table.
Most importantly, in this room, the power of the curse overwhelmed the intense resentment.
York's eyes, glowing deep red, frowned slightly as he looked at the naked corpse on the autopsy table, unsure of what to do for a moment.
Just then, the main door, which had been open, suddenly slammed shut with great force, as if filled with rage.
York ignored it, walked forward, and covered the exposed body of the female corpse with a forensic coat lying nearby.
"Hello, you seem very angry to see me?" York said, looking down at the corpse's face.
The face was youthful, probably in her twenties, with eyes open, showing a gray-white color.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The bell rang again, and the autopsy tools around started to fall, adding to the eerie silence.
Under normal circumstances, anyone would feel terrified in such a silence, but York was just troubled by the young face of the corpse.
By now, he had figured out the components of the mission.
The moment he saw the corpse, he knew the mission wasn't about destroying it.
York felt that if he forcibly exorcised or destroyed the corpse, the supernatural event might be resolved, but the mission would definitely fail.
He had identified the level of the supernatural event as the same as that of evil spirits, the lowest Grade I, possibly reaching Grade II due to the strength of the illusions.
For him, such events were easy to dispel.
Considering past missions, a Grade I event wouldn't normally offer such high rewards.
Therefore, the mission likely required him to understand the truth behind the female corpse and then address the intense resentment.
"Like resolving the grudge of a ghost in horror movies?"
Having locked the main door with telekinesis, York began to observe his surroundings, despite the constantly flickering reality and illusion.
Due to his high mental attributes and the Eye of Magic, he was in this state of mixed reality and illusion.
Although there was nothing concrete, York could still distinguish mixed feelings of resentment, curse, and anger.
"Curse..."
Thinking of the dead outside, York suddenly had an epiphany and thought of a solution.
"If it's so contradictory, then there's only one possibility."
York looked again at the corpse, focusing on its gray-white eyes.
"I know you might be alive or have a lingering will. You might want to kill me or do something else, but unfortunately, these methods are useless against me."
He spoke calmly, needing the corpse to understand her situation and everything happening around her.
"I may just be a priest, but I'm much more powerful than you or the force within you."
As he spoke, York felt a stir in the surrounding void, and the eerie noises increased, but he maintained his soothing tone.
"If your will is dominant, then destroying you would end it. But I just thought of something. Maybe you're forced, maybe the curse on you is like a passive force. If so, I'll first dispel your curse, then see if it's coercion or voluntary..."
After these words, York's divine power surged, emitting a holy light that enveloped the female corpse.
Instantly, a holy light also appeared around her body, scattering the illusionary forms around her.
With an expressionless face, York continued until the woman's skin color returned to normal, her gray-white eyes deepened, and blood started flowing from her features. Strange patterns appeared on her skin, resembling ritualistic symbols.
York didn't care about the specifics; his only goal was to use divine power to remove the unknown curse from the corpse.
Only when a foul smoke emerged from the corpse's mouth and the patterns disappeared, along with the curse's presence, did York stop.
[50 Points of Divine Power Used]
York looked around to confirm the results.
The curse power was gone, but the resentment remained. The incessant ringing of the bell had ceased, and all other minor noises had vanished too.
However, the persistent illusion was still there.
York looked again at the female corpse, "If you want to do something or achieve something without being destroyed by me, then disperse these futile illusions. You should understand your current situation."
The next moment, York's lips curled slightly as his vision finally cleared, though it hadn't been particularly bothersome before.
He concluded that the female corpse was alive in some sense, even retaining some consciousness.
The murder was probably not the woman's own will but caused by some unknown force on her.
No wonder the system, with its disdain for evil, would issue such a mission.
If there wasn't a justified reason, the system would have set the reward very low, prompting him to destroy the anonymous female corpse.
With a sigh of relief that he had been cautious, York looked at the woman's mouth, from where he pulled out a piece of cloth wrapped around something.
Inside was a molar.
York furrowed his brow, examining the cloth which had Roman numerals and characters.
As a priest with an eidetic memory, he could decipher the meaning even though some parts were missing.
"1963, combined with Leviticus 20:27 from the Old Testament. Is this the truth you want to tell me?"
York's gaze moved from the cloth to the life-like face of the corpse.
As a priest familiar with the Bible, he knew exactly what Leviticus, a book from the Old Testament about the Levitical priesthood's regulations, contained.
Memories turned into pages filled with text, and he found a particular verse: "A man or a woman who is a medium or spiritist among you must be put to death."
As these words fell, the resentment surged, and the autopsy room shook violently as if hit by an earthquake. Everything except the autopsy table fell, creating a huge noise.
York stood unshaken, looking at the female corpse, now understanding how to complete this unusual mission.
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