Chapter 398: 396, there is a mole…
The eting at the Dusk Bell Church was still ongoing.
After several discussions,
everyone had co to a conclusion.
Matthew coldly looked at everyone, his gaze sweeping across them one by one, and when it landed on Ryan, Ryan looked at him blankly.
It seed he was asking, what do you want to do?
Matthew, with a hint of disdain, moved his gaze away and said in a deep voice to everyone, “Since it’s been determined that the issue did not arise from external forces, there’s only one possibility left.”
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“The Dusk Bell Church has already decayed internally.”
He didn’t spell it out clearly, but the implication was quite obvious.
There’s a spy…
The expressions on everyone’s faces grew very strange.
They looked at each other with increasingly suspicious eyes.
The factional issues within the Dusk Bell Church were quite severe.
The Conservatives and the Reformists viewed each other with hostility, and among them were also a number of undercover operatives.
Anyone could be the spy.
Even the thought crossed soone’s mind: could it be the leader himself?
After all, the leader Matthew had always been ambiguous in his stance towards the church, so it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility.
But as soon as this thought appeared, it was swiftly suppressed by the person who had it.
He didn’t dare to think further.
Because it was a sensitive matter.
So instead, he subtly shifted his gaze over the others, finally settling on Ryan.
“Bishop Ryan, where is your partner Jas? He wasn’t present at the last council eting, he’s not here now, and I haven’t seen him at all these past few days…”
He directly targeted Jas.
As for Ryan?
No one thought this matter could be related to a ntal illness hunter.
Otherwise, it would be far too laughable.
For a mont, all eyes were on Ryan, watching him coldly.
That included the leader, Matthew.
Matthew said sternly, “Bishop Ryan, where is Jas?”
Ryan dismissively said, “I have the right to remain silent.”
Matthew’s face darkened, “I’m asking you a question right now, and besides, you have never been silent!”
Ryan was caught off guard, and incredulously asked, “Really… Seriously?”
“What do you think?” Matthew laughed out of frustration and pointed at Ryan, “Answer my question now.”
Then Ryan scratched his head and said, “Jas, eh… He drank too much, he’s sleeping at ho. I visit him every day, and his sleep quality is quite excellent.”
Matthew looked at Ryan skeptically, “Can you be certain he’s been sleeping the whole ti?”
Ryan’s eyes widened, “Are you questioning my professional integrity? Doctor Ryan never lies. Jas is the most difficult patient I’ve encountered, and I pay close attention to him.”
“Alright…”
Matthew frowned deeply. He didn’t find Ryan’s words credible, as such matters could only be confird with one’s own eyes.
Moreover, from the beginning, Matthew knew that Jas was an operative from the church’s side.
Perhaps…
The church itself had taken action?
With this thought, Matthew ordered the others with a somber face, “Co with to Jas’s room, I want to see for myself whether he is actually asleep.”
The others respectfully said, “Yes, Your Grace.”
…
At this very mont,
On the other side,
Du Wei was also preparing to make his move.
He stood in the carriage, his eyes cold and gloomy as he looked at the thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers.
These thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers served as anchors for the public bus.
Because of them, the bus could Backstab the Horror House and sneak back to the school.
The current reflected image of the city was also because of the anchors; without them, the bus wouldn’t be able to drag the city along.
Stability was a severe issue, but it was also an opportunity for breakthrough.
Du Wei looked at the Evil Spirit Drivers, passing by them.
He silently said in his heart, “If I could kill one driver, it would definitely impact the current situation, maybe the city’s reflection would disappear. That way, the Horror House might clash with the bus again, and I could take the chance to get off and leave.”
“Of course, the bus might also take direct action against .”
The situation was extrely dire.
According to Du Wei’s plan, the likelihood of dying after making a move was greater than the chance of leaving alive.
But to sit still was to choose certain death.
“Perhaps I should consider a different approach. Risks can be avoided…”
Du Wei walked up to the last Evil Spirit Driver.
It wasn’t Andrew Dowqui, but another malevolent spirit dressed in a suit, resembling a corpse.
The aura emanating from the spirit was exceptionally chilling.
Yet, with Spirit Vision, it was actually the weakest among the Evil Spirit Drivers.
The vital point was…
It had a physical form, appearing as a corpse.
Du Wei hesitated for a mont, then took out the silver coin from his pocket.
The two sides of the coin represented good luck and misfortune, respectively.
Du Wei had already experienced the effects of good luck many tis over.
The scene of Hannibal being struck dead by lightning had indeed shocked him to his core.
Luck, once it reached a certain level, could make anything happen.
But misfortune…
As the saying goes, when you’re down on your luck, even drinking cold water may cause your teeth to ache.
Previously, Du Wei had tossed the coin and gotten the bad side twice consecutively, nearly getting the shadow to its demise.
He had once pondered over a certain use for the coin.
If an evil spirit were to always land on the wrong side with every coin toss, then that spirit might just inexplicably et its demise.
Now seed like the perfect ti to give it a try.
Of course, getting the other side to toss the coin required a little assistance.
Du Wei extended his Evil Spirit Transformation’s Right Hand and grabbed the wrist of the Evil Spirit Driver.
In an instant.
Malign intent surged from the suited Evil Spirit Driver, and its sinister aura began to creep towards Du Wei.
But it did not strike.
Not that it didn’t want to, but because it couldn’t.
The anchor had to remain stable.
This was good news for Du Wei.
“The plan is feasible,” Du Wei silently said to himself, then placed the coin on the Evil Spirit Driver’s right hand.
Imdiately thereafter.
Du Wei applied a slight force, and the coin was tossed lightly.
Embarrassingly, it landed on heads.
A skeletal Evil Spirit appeared behind the Evil Spirit Driver, looking at Du Wei with a strange gaze, seemingly confused.
Du Wei glanced at the skeletal spirit; it had been behind him before.
But that was not important.
What mattered was that the coin needed to be tossed again and again until misfortune erupted, the evil spirit perished; otherwise, Du Wei wouldn’t stop.
He didn’t strike the Evil Spirit Driver.
He just provided so assistance.
Ding…
The coin was thrown again…
…
In Switzerland.
Matthew and the others had also arrived at Jas’s door.
A strange, pungent scent seeped from the crack under the door.
It was a bit… rank.
The hunters from Dusk Bell Church all showed perplexed looks.
What on earth was happening in Jas’s room?
“This sll isn’t right.”
“It’s indescribably strange, yet when I give it a careful sll, it feels oddly familiar.”
“Could sothing terrible have happened?”
Puzzled, Ryan chid in, “Huh? Is there sothing wrong with the sll? I don’t notice anything?”
With his nose covered, Matthew spoke in a muffled tone, “Quiet, hurry up and open the door.”
The rest imdiately grew solemn, stepped forward, and inserted the key into the lock.
Click…
The door was opened.
Instantly, everyone’s complexion turned exceedingly foul, seeing yellow-brown stains all over the floor in Jas’s room and a nauseating odor that nearly induced vomiting.
And there lay Jas himself, ashen-faced with eyes shut tight on the floor, his breathing so shallow it was almost imperceptible.
With an extrely conflicted tone, Matthew said, “It seems we misunderstood Jas. He’s been affected too, and it appears he’s reached the stage of incontinence and unconsciousness.”
“No, wait… hurry… what are you standing there for? Save him now!”
Ryan’s eyes brightened, “Let do it; I’m a doctor, I’m best at saving lives!”
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