The old whisper comes from the person closest to you after you wake up.
"You are not immortal..."
"Think about why...after being hit by Ivan..."
"You can still be safe..."
“……!???”
Eyes wide open.
A burst of electricity exploded in Hitzfeld's scalp.
She wanted to scream, but she felt something blocking her throat and no sound came out.
She wanted to struggle, but she felt the warm embrace quickly turning cold and hard.
Until another pair of hands pulled her out, and she staggered and fell to the ground with the intruder.
"Hitzfeld!"
"Hey! Hitzfeld!?"
The woman shook her body vigorously and looked down at her face. She found that she was just staring blankly ahead, with two tears sliding down her cheeks.
So she turned her head and saw it.
A wooden sculpture of a woman with eyes closed and a grim face, standing in a cemetery, embracing the air with her hands.
Chapter 75: Statement and Reply
After 37 hours.
Blackwood City.
Bridge Street District.
12 Flo Street.
In the stove, orange-red flames were burning vigorously.
Hitzfeld sat in the guest seat, which was near the door. Only Xia Yibing and Ethan were willing to sit behind her.
Sitting on the main seat was a tall, thin man with blue-gray eyes and a hooked nose. He was wearing a dark gray sailor shirt and no coat, but a dark brown felt coat was placed next to him.
There were more people on his side... Not only was Sheriff Rand sitting on the left, but on the right was Alfred, the Night Crow, whom she had met in Port Wayne. And there were quite a few people standing behind the sofa.
"It's almost done..." The hook-nosed man lowered his head and quickly wrote something down in a small notebook. When he was done, he turned a page with an exaggerated motion and grinned at Hitzfeld. "Can you please explain it in detail again?"
"Then should I..." Sheriff Rand stood up very consciously.
"Yes, yes... Thank you for your cooperation. You are the most open-minded and sensible local police officer I have ever met."
The hook-nosed man simply sat there and held out his hand to him, forcing Sheriff Rand to shake it, before turning his attention back to the girl.
"..."
Rand-An lowered his cap slightly, glanced at the gray-haired girl next to him, and then looked at Ethan who was standing behind the sofa opposite.
Ethan nodded slightly at him.
"Let's go out and wait."
Rand-An also nodded and asked all the gray-clad policemen in the living room to be taken away.
"Bang" the door closed again.
All eyes were focused on the girl.
"…but I've already said it once."
Hitzfeld rolled his eyelids dryly and found that this annoying guy was still staring at him persistently.
"Just repeat it once more." He felt something caressing on his head, along with a woman's soft voice.
"This is a necessary procedure, Hitzfeld... Not only you, but we will also have to do this later."
"I can guarantee that he won't cause you any more trouble after this is over." Alfred also spoke at the same time.
He glanced at the hooked nose.
"If he dares to harass you in private, tell me and I will help you teach him a lesson."
“Ahem—” The hook-nosed man was not afraid of such a threat and pretended to cough: “Can we continue, gentlemen? I’m serious… At least in my opinion, your performance so far has been very unprofessional.”
Blatant sarcasm.
This earned him death stares from at least three people.
But he remained unmoved, his blue-gray eyes staring at the girl.
"…Where do I start?"
"There are three stages. They are the stage where you encounter a roadblock and are attacked; the stage where you encounter the giant monster on the cliff; and the final stage where you find the secret realm and successfully stop the curse."
The hook-nosed man held the pen and drew three arches in the air.
"There are other survivors who have provided testimony for the first stage, so you don't need to go into detail... Yes, including your discovery of ink. Just start from the moment you encountered the giant monster."
"There's nothing much to say." Hitzfeld lowered his head slightly. "I basically didn't exert any strength the whole time. I was the one who was rescued."
"But you did smash a bottle of ink on its head."
"Yes."
"The bottle of red ink that Lilith Gulie gave you."
"Yes."
"You already knew that it was extremely important. Not only did you witness its effect in dispelling evil spirits, but you also inferred earlier that it could help Lilith resist corruption and control."
"Yes."
"You did know its importance - after all, you had deliberately concealed its existence many times before. But you threw away such an important thing at that moment - at that time you didn't even think there was any ink left in the pen."
"I want to know what you were thinking at the time?"
"Are you joking?"
Xia Yibing couldn't help it: "Of course it's to save our lives!"
"Quiet." The hook-nosed man glanced at her indifferently.
"Esun Hitzfeld?"
"I am a very selfish and cold-blooded person."
Under the gaze, the girl said: "I will put myself first in matters of interest. I rarely share and confide. Maybe I have never had any friends since I was a child..."
"But even for someone like me, I've witnessed with my own eyes that so many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for me... no matter what the reason is, I feel that I can't remain indifferent."
"rustle……"
The hook-nosed man stared at her expression intently, and from time to time he lowered his head to look at the notebook, writing something quickly on it.
"Tell me your logic for cutting your wrists again."
This time Hitzfeld did not respond.
"Then let's try another way." The hooked nose raised his eyebrows, "Let me see..."
He flipped forward a few pages, his brows furrowed.
"Because you met the remnant spirit of Babis Isaacrod in the dream world, and he told you that you might have a god's organ in your body... Then, based on the records in the legend, you speculated that your left eye was the 'seventh day sun', and thought it might have had some kind of effect on your body, or even... transformed it."
"In the final battle, you saw its tears blur the characters and had a certain impact on them. From this, you concluded that the transformation was successful, so you thought of cutting your wrists and letting the blood be affected by the divine eye to awaken the 'divine blood' contained in the ink..."
"…That's what you said before, right?"
Hitzfeld looked at him as if he were a moron.
The hooked nose was not moved at all.
"There are two strange things here." He narrowed his eyes and said, "One is, what basis do you have to judge that it is 'divine blood'... and what basis do you have to guess that the eye is related to the 'Sun King'?"
"Lemming!" Alfred said in a long tone.
"Isaac Lord only said that it was a god's organ." The hook-nosed man looked up and looked at him, "He didn't say which god's organ it was, so how did she guess that it belonged to the Sun King? There's a missing link in the logical chain!"
They are arguing.
Only Hitzfeld knew that the Shadow Lion senior agent's suspicions were justified.
She basically explained the whole process and her thoughts, but she omitted to say that she met this eye in another world and another era, and it was most likely that she was sent here by it.
The Hitzfeld family was a follower and dependent of the Sun King, and the documents also recorded that they used the power of that god to suppress evil spirits. Of course, she would reason like this.
Lamin-Lette lacked this information chain, so it was normal for him to find her logic strange.
As for the divine blood, this is indeed pure speculation.
That stuff really doesn't look like blood and doesn't have the smell of blood.
But it still had consciousness... and enough power to burn the giant monster, and it was a red liquid, so she really couldn't think of anything else except blood.
"You are just protecting her based on your emotions!"
Hooknose started packing up his things angrily.
"Okay, that's all for the record... I will report your performance truthfully during the process, and I hope you will continue to be responsible for your words and actions."
"let's go!"
"Mr. Ritter."
Just as Hooknose opened the door, Hitzfeld called out to him.
“I want to know what will happen to me next.”
"If they are sure that all this is true." The hook-nosed man shook his head and turned around, "Then unfortunately, you will lose your freedom."
"Losing your freedom?"
Hitzfeld had already stood up. She looked at the hook-nosed man at the door. His image gradually blurred in her sight, but the background - the vehicles and pedestrians passing by outside the open door became clearer.
They said... because of the desperate resistance of the Flintstone Knights, the damage in the city was much better than expected.
That is, the expected casualties increased from 45 to 36.
Another 16 "insiders" who would rather catch the wrong people than let them go were gathered and detained outside the city. Once it was confirmed that the golem curse had not been lifted, all of them would be executed without mercy.
The city still has an atmosphere of destruction and corruption.
Most of the people in the vehicles and pedestrians were police officers and government employees. They were running around the city with all their might - announcing to the surviving residents who were still in panic that they were encountering a terrible plague.
"And we have to take back this house as well."
The man's voice brought her back to reality.
"Judging from that dream-eating spider, this place and the documents in the cellar are likely to have residual evil influences..."
"And what about the manor?"
The girl asked again.
"It's no longer a hidden area now. It's Hitzfeld's manor. Do you want to seize it too?"
"We can't let these things fall out uncontrollably..."
The man frowned.
"And there is nothing to prove that your name is really 'Esun Hitzfeld', so..."
He nodded.
"Please understand."
Ethan cracked his knuckles.
He felt like he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"
Just when the atmosphere was a little tense, the sound of a bicycle bell was heard outside the gate.
"Excuse me—is this 12 Flo Street?"
