Different professions.
Different genders.
Maybe there will be additional effects.
The first wave of questioning was quick.
Ethan came out in less than five minutes. He shook his head after closing the door, and the underlying meaning was self-evident.
"That's right." Agent Anmi sighed beside him.
"We have tried many methods. After the first normal interrogation, he refused to cooperate."
Hitzfeld walked to the door and demonstrated her thoughts with actions.
"come on."
Ethan offered encouragement as he staggered past her.
"It would be a success if I could get him to speak."
This is not a joke.
Because for a witness/suspect who is insane and unwilling to cooperate, once he is willing to say the first sentence, the rest will not be difficult.
"I try my best."
Nodding, Hitzfeld opened the door.
The moment she stepped in, her left eye began to hurt again.
Chapter 23: Strange Mist
Very ordinary rooms.
Taking a look at the layout of the room, Hitzfeld made a judgment.
The room was not very big, and it was a little crowded with a wardrobe, a table, a bed, and a bedside table. The space between these things for people to walk through was less than 30 centimeters, so it was difficult for people who wanted to take out their suitcases.
It looks a bit shabby at first glance, but there is a window on the wall opposite the door, equipped with printed curtains... There is a stack of old newspapers and three pots of flowers on the table, a dark green carpet on the floor, and paintings hanging on the wall.
Regardless of the quality of the paintings, this layout is definitely thoughtful. It gives people a faint sense of warmth - there are even paper pendants hanging under the table lamp.
The warm yellow candlelight flickered in the room. She looked towards the corner, where there was a person curled up with his back facing her.
This should be Phil Lawrence.
The information said that he was only in his early twenties, still a young man. People like him usually liked various novels serialized in newspapers, and had a good impression of mythology and the Mechanical Yang Goddess Cult that was related to mythology in reality.
So Hitzfeld didn't say anything more and just said, "Fair Lawrence, are you still willing to give her everything you have?"
The man trembled and turned his head suddenly. After seeing Hitzfeld's face and attire clearly, he turned around little by little and screamed as if he had finally found a life-saving straw:
"Praise the goddess! You finally came to save me!"
"..." A group of people outside the door heard the noise, and their expressions looked complicated and relieved.
Does it really work?
"If I had known, I would have dressed like this to go see him..." Agent Anmi looked very annoyed.
No matter what he could get out of the question, outstanding performance was a credit. At his age, he had reached the end of his career in his current position, and he regretted missing the opportunity to perform in front of the top management.
You better forget it...
Pippen and Helm looked him up and down with strange eyes, imagining in their minds what a strong man would look like in a holy nun's skirt...
Um! ! !
Everyone shuddered violently.
Xia Yibing was an exception. She didn't pay any attention to other noises. Instead, she frowned when she heard the voice inside, and almost stuck to the door to eavesdrop.
"You are the messenger of the goddess! Are you?" In the room, the young man knelt down on his knees in front of the girl and raised his hands, as if begging for her help.
"They all say I'm crazy... but I'm not... I can see things they can't see... something is killing people... a lot of people are dying..."
"Don't be impatient, Mr. Lawrence." Hitzfeld moved a chair, gathered his long skirt and sat on it. "I know you are not crazy from the fact that you can say these words. It just so happens that I can see things that ordinary people can't see. I can guarantee that you are normal."
"Honorable Messenger of God..."
"I'm just a nun, you can call me Hist."
The name Aisuen Hitzfeld was well-known near the royal capital, and even people in Green Town had heard of her. To be on the safe side, Hitzfeld made up a fake name on the spot.
"Yes, honorable envoy of God, Miss Hist!"
"Tell me slowly, one by one." Hitzfeld took out a notebook and a pen and asked first, "Tell me everything you encountered after arriving in Elnak."
"It's like this..." Fair had trusted her wholeheartedly and immediately described everything he encountered when he came to the town.
"The boss was very nice... He gave me three-fresh bean soup for free... Mr. Bisson was also very nice... And Mr. Domore... Mr. Clutter... They were all very nice to me, but they all died... Killed by the evil that infiltrated our midst..."
Xia Yibing, who was eavesdropping outside the door, suddenly looked stern. She turned to look at Ethan and motioned him to hand over the little notebook that Agent Anmi had given him.
"During your first interrogation, you said your father was a financial expert." Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes at him, his eyes falling on the fabric of his clothes, which looked ordinary but had obvious differences in stitching and linen.
"Your family should be well off. Why did you take a bus with those people to come to Elnak?"
"Because I'm afraid of any form of transportation that isn't powered by natural energy." Fair's answer surprised her. "It's been like this since I was very young... Whether it's a car, a ship, or a train, as long as they're made of steel and have traces of steel welding and assembly on their bodies, I'll... have a deep fear of them."
"What kind of fear is it? Can you describe it in detail?"
"It's just... I feel like these things are alive. They are monsters that will devour me and destroy me."
What a weird hysterical symptom.
Hitzfeld was puzzled and asked, "Have you ever encountered something filthy?"
"No." Feil shook his head, but quickly stopped. "I always thought not, but that nightmare... when I saw the beginning of that nightmare, I had a feeling that I seemed to have vaguely seen them somewhere."
"At the beginning...you mean those giant locomotives that look like tombstones?"
"Yes, Miss Hist," Filby described to her, gesturing with his hands. "I did use the word tombstone to describe them... It was like a cemetery, with bones all over the ground, and that tree, I've never seen a tree as big as that..."
"You said that the reason you traveled back and forth between Kain and Wayne was to go back to the old house and take care of the apple tree in the yard. Does the tree in your nightmare look like that apple tree?"
"No, not at all! I'm sure they are two different things!"
"Do you like that apple tree very much?"
"Yes, I like it very much." Feier's eyes were blurred. "Every time I see it, I feel like I see my deceased grandfather."
"What's your grandfather's name?"
"Geralt Lawrence."
"When did he plant that apple tree?"
"Very early... I can't say exactly, but the tree has been there since I can remember."
"How long have you been doing this back and forth process?"
"It started when I was 15... I'm 23 now, so it should be almost eight years."
"Have you been back every year for the past eight years?"
"Basically."
“And it’s all in this season.”
"Yes."
"Your father actually let you ride in a carriage through the Kacha Mountains? Avalanches often occur there."
"My father said this was to train me."
"But now you are shaking with fear."
"This is because..." Feier swallowed his saliva, "Because what I encountered was too bizarre!"
"Really! Please believe me, Miss Hist! I really saw those things! They exist! The scenes in the nightmare are the future! That tree will grow up and kill us all! It's a monster! Please, you must stop this thing... I admit that I am still afraid... I don't want to... I don't want to die..."
At the end, he simply lay down with his upper body, worshiping Hitzfeld like a god, crying loudly as he worshiped.
A rich man...
Hitzfeld sighed in his heart.
He comes from a well-off family and has not suffered any setbacks since childhood except for discrimination due to hysteria. It is normal for him to be so scared when he encounters such a terrible nightmare for the first time.
"Then describe in detail what you saw afterwards."
She turned the page of the filled notebook.
"At first you were willing to talk things over with Agent Anmi, why did you stop cooperating later?"
"Because he didn't believe anything I told them!"
Fair showed an expression of resentment.
"I said I saw monsters moving around in town...and they said I was lying."
"I even said I saw and heard monsters eating people, and they accused me of lying. They even threw some so-called evidence to tell me that no one was hurt. They are just a bunch of blind pigs!"
He shouted the last sentence, and since the room was not soundproofed, people outside the door could hear it clearly.
"..."
"..."
Agent Anmi's face darkened, while the others pretended not to hear and lowered their heads to think about their own things.
"What kind of monster is it?"
Hitzfeld demanded.
"It's just... a little bigger than a human, about the size of two people, with a lot of wriggling tentacles, running very fast, and the details are so dark that I can't see them clearly..."
"Where did you see them?"
"In the hallways, on the streets, once in the bathroom window... they were everywhere! It's a disaster!!!"
After asking for some more details, Hitzfeld stopped immediately when he saw that his mental state was beginning to become abnormal.
"That's all for today, Mr. Lawrence."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"have a good rest."
There was a breakthrough in the interrogation and Hitzfeld was in a good mood.
But when she came out, she saw Xia Yibing, Ethan... including Agent Pym and Agent Anmi, at least four people with serious expressions.
"what happened?"
She was a little confused.
"The people he was talking about are not dead." Xia Yibing said in a low voice.
"what?"
"The names he gave were of people who died in the monster attack. They are not dead."
"Not only did they not die, they didn't even stop to eat."
"Fair Lawrence was the only one left to eat, and the others quickly got in their cars and left."
Chapter 24 Reflection
"What the hell?" After realizing what was going on, Hitzfeld widened his one eye.
Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered that there was only a door between here and the room. If she was going to use Sister Hist's identity to get close to Fair Lawrence next time, they'd better go to another place.
A group of people quickly moved to the corridor a few meters away, where Hitzfeld confirmed the news with them.
"That is to say." She stared at her little notebook, "Old Sig, the owner of Sheena's House... Fur trader Tasm Bissen... Jack Domore... Vincent Kratt... None of the people he described being killed by monsters died? Are they all still alive?"
"If old Sig is dead, then who received us before?" Agent Anmi spread his hands. "We know the names behind them very well. They also described the situation at that time. According to them, they originally planned to stay at Xina's House. After all, this place has a cooperative relationship with the car that sent them here - the station behind it. But because of the lack of food, old Sig couldn't provide enough food to entertain so many people, and there were not enough rooms for them to stay at once, so they left here and moved to another store across the street."
"What about being killed by a monster?" Pym's eyes widened, and he licked his lips in excitement. "Damn... Is he lying? How dare he lie to us?"
"That doesn't sound like a lie." Hitzfeld shook his head. "I've observed carefully. If he's really just the son of a financial clerk, then he wouldn't have the opportunity to learn those advanced skills."
