Chapter 186: Stabilizer
After reading the incomplete top-secret information, everyone looked at Yu Lianyun. Wei Chengye said after a moment of silence, “Where did this information come from?”
“This is one of the battle results we obtained from the surprise raid on the Remnants of Sancai forces. Some of the information documents they didn’t have time to completely eliminate were restored and read by us using information technology. Although only a part, every restored document records a large amount of information that violates natural law and reverses human ethics. One of these top-secret information is enough to shatter everyone’s worldview.” Yu Lianyun explained.
“Because this sound wave experiment on the brain involves schizophrenia patients, you think the Fengxiang City mental hospital fire case is related to this experiment?” The Rat Group Leader raised the question. If it was just such inference, it was still too hasty.
Yu Lianyun shook her head, “Of course not only that. The person in charge of this experiment is named Brian Cox, who was once the director of the Lihua Group nominal biological research institute. He has now been confirmed as a reorganized human and his whereabouts are unknown. He is also one of the few remnants who escaped from our Investigator Organization’s encirclement.
Since it can be inferred that Dr. Clark’s disappearance is most likely related to the Remnants of Sancai hiding in Fengxiang City, then Brian may also be here. The mental hospital fire case and the disappearance of a large number of mental patients are most likely their handiwork.”
Everyone nodded slightly, quite recognizing this inference.
The Rabbit Group Leader lightly adjusted his glasses that had slid to the bridge of his nose and raised his hand, saying: “I have another doubt. Although it makes sense that the personnel disappearance at the mental hospital is related to the Remnants of Sancai, what does this have to do with Dr. Clark? Just because the thesis was written by Dr. Clark? If it’s just that, kidnapping Dr. Clark and the personnel disappearance at the mental hospital have no connection at all; they are two separate things.”
Hearing this, Yu Lianyun smiled slightly and lightly tapped her temple with her index finger: “No special reason, just intuition.”
“Intuition, huh…” Everyone’s facial expressions changed slightly, their expressions becoming cautious.
The intuition of the Harbinger of Ill Omen cannot be ignored; don’t say you weren’t warned.
For the people of the Mysterious Group, Yu Lianyun’s unfounded intuition must not be taken lightly. Many times, it should be treated as a valuable reference.
Yu Lianyun looked at the last word in the top-secret information and murmured: “Perhaps Dr. Clark has some connection with that stabilizer.”
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When the four unanimously decided to start investigating the murder case scene of Bluebeard the Count, they had actually tacitly permitted the act of destroying the scene, because there must be one true culprit among the four, and another guy who destroyed the corpse, equivalent to two villains. They might have already secretly hidden and destroyed their evidence of crime during the process of searching for clues.
Of course, this invisibly weakened the “sense of restraint” between the four, allowing them to relax a bit, at least without having to watch each other closely, suspect each other mutually, and be in a relatively prolonged tense environment.
In Clark’s view, it was now a two-on-two situation between “good guys” and “bad guys.” Overall, the good guy camp he was in didn’t have much advantage. After all, if it really came to blows, his combat ability wasn’t strong, and the good guys couldn’t confirm each other’s identities with one another—or rather, now only he unilaterally couldn’t fully confirm the identity of the other teammate.
It must be known that the reason Clark came to this castle, besides the weather issue being his only place to go, was also that anonymous letter guiding him to investigate the disappearance case of this castle.
As for who wrote that letter? Clark now had only one suspected target, and that was the maid Mireille.
That note reminding him to be careful was most likely written by Mireille in haste and stuffed into the interlayer of his clothes collar.
He had also thought about confirming it by comparing the handwriting of the letter and the note, but unfortunately, the letter was made by cutting text from books and pasting it together, perfectly avoiding the issue of handwriting discovery.
Despite this, Clark still felt that the probability of Mireille being the letter writer was very high.
Because the letter writer must know him. The letter had mentioned that they had met once, but had a deep impression of him, so when he arrived at the castle, the letter writer must have recognized him first.
The cook Hera’s attitude toward him was neither cold nor warm, neither distant nor close, hard to judge.
Butler Valente was the least likely to be the letter writer, because he was the one who spent the most time alone with him and had the most opportunities to be alone. He could have acknowledged him when opening the door to let him in yesterday. Moreover, just based on his strong refusal to let everyone investigate Bluebeard the Count’s cause of death, especially his extreme suspicion toward him, he was even less likely to be the letter writer.
On the contrary, Mireille the maid—Clark thought that if his senses weren’t wrong, she was the only one who showed him subtle goodwill and an indescribable sense of dependence since he arrived at the castle.
What was his identity in this world? Law enforcement officer!
When in trouble, seek help; shouldn’t one find a law enforcement officer upholding justice? This sense of dependence came from that. He didn’t believe there could be such a naive person in this world who would so rashly develop a sense of dependence on a stranger.
Moreover, he was dressed as a destitute traveler before; who could trust someone who couldn’t even protect themselves like that?
Clark felt it necessary to probe the maid Mireille’s stance later, but this was a huge gamble. Because once he confirmed she wasn’t the person he was looking for, then standing before him would certainly be a demon disguised as harmless. If she guessed something from his probing, his fate would probably not be far from death.
But if he bet right, the “good guy camp” would gain the advantage, because the bad guy camp couldn’t confirm each other’s identities either, and they weren’t monolithic; they might even be opposed to each other.
One person killed according to plan, but the other suddenly barged in, destroying his elaborate layout and stirring things up— no matter how you look at it, they shouldn’t be in cahoots.
Therefore, once their good guy camp could confirm each other’s identities and unite, they would have a chance to strike first.
Clark glanced at the winter weather outside the window, and his slightly elated mood cooled again.
His idea was naturally very ideal, but there is always a contingency in everything.
The blizzard weather turned them into beasts caged up. This black castle was the colosseum, where “good guys” and “bad guys” had no way out except confrontation.
