Chapter 74: I Am Truly a Genius

Sitting on the steam locomotive back to the police station, Silas leaned against the chair, his face weary, his eyelids heavy.

Silas, who had originally planned to run back, happened to encounter a steam locomotive. Due to the considerable distance, Silas decided to use his identity as a detective to get a ride on credit.

And it was successful. According to the ticket conductor's description, police officers could ride steam locomotives on credit, but they needed to register. The fees were usually reimbursed by the locomotive transport company from the police station at the end of the week.

"This morning was truly a near-death experience," Silas thought, looking out the window, an irresistible urge to sleep washing over him.

"I can't sleep. The situation is still unclear. Who knows if someone is watching me right now!" Thinking this, Silas reached out and pinched the inside of his thigh hard.

The sharp pain stimulated his languid spirit.

"The main problem now is how to convey the intelligence Bart obtained to Master Jeros. Saying it directly would easily arouse suspicion. But this matter concerns the entire city's populace, and it can't be delayed like this."

At this moment, Silas was caught in a dilemma.

"The encounter at the museum, up until the attack, can all be recounted. But the part from meeting Bart to returning to the museum cannot be mentioned. So, how can I insert this intelligence into these experiences?" Silas's brow furrowed tightly as he fell into deep thought.

"Sound… Yes, sound. I do have some talent in this area. I can just push all of this onto Joseph. Anyway, he's mad and missing now, so there's no one to testify against me."

Thinking of this, Silas's heart calmed down. He decided to edit Bart's intelligence, selecting some core important pieces, and have them spoken through "Joseph's" mouth.

"I am truly a genius!" Silas smiled; he never skimped on praising himself.

Half an hour later, Silas returned to the police station. When he walked into the police station, exhausted, it was already eleven o'clock.

The entire police station was empty, except for the civilian staff at the front desk responsible for reception; everyone else was gone.

"Truly a troubled time!" Silas thought, then ran back to his office, drank a large cup of strong coffee to refresh himself, and then applied for the police station's last carriage to head to the farm north of the city.

At this moment, the farm had been completely surrounded and sealed off by the police.

On the third floor of a nearby terraced apartment building, behind a certain window.

The former curator, Grimman, looked at the farm with a grim expression and said in a low voice, "What on earth is going on!?"

After settling the vessel, Grimman had just returned with his men when he saw the police encirclement.

Another old man standing beside him said in a low voice, "Jex, the lurking member of the Apex Aether Research Institute, was killed. The foolish Morgan, in a panic, chose to report the case."

Grimman's face instantly darkened. "I told you, I should have let them know some of the situation. Otherwise, as ordinary people who know nothing, once they encounter any problems, things are most likely to go wrong."

The entire circus knew nothing about them; they only knew that Grimman's group were their sponsors and investors.

They were not believers, just a group of deceived ordinary people.

"We really should have left two people behind to monitor them," Grimman said with a look of regret.

The other old man said calmly, "You should say, it's fortunate you didn't leave two people to monitor them."

"What do you mean, Ted?" Grimman's face showed a hint of displeasure.

The old man named Ted paid no mind and said calmly, "My manpower is not sufficient. You took four people to deal with the vessel issue. The remaining seven had to draw the sacrificial magic circle in the most secret location and at the most secret time, and also carry out camouflage. Such a huge workload, the seven of us barely managed to complete it last night by risking our lives. If there had been two fewer people, it would have been absolutely impossible to complete."

"Moreover, for a group of people who have no contact with the mystical, do you think leaving two people behind could really control the situation?"

Faced with Ted's words, Grimman took a deep breath, regained his composure, and said, "Sorry, that was my fault just now. The deaths of Nelson and the other one have put a lot of pressure on me."

These twelve people were connected to each other through the mystical and could sense each other's life force within a certain distance.

And fifty minutes ago, the life force of Nelson and the other one, who had stayed behind at the museum to clean up, had completely disappeared.

"Don't be impatient. This matter itself carries huge risks, but the problem isn't major. The ones who dealt with Nelson and the other should be people sent by the Archbishop, Bart Imbass. Like us, he doesn't dare to show himself openly. But don't forget, we still have His help," Ted was much calmer than Grimman.

At the mention of "Him," a hint of relief flashed across Grimman's face, and he nodded slightly. "In the current situation, we can only seek His help."

While talking, Grimman's eyes, looking out the window, suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Ted asked.

Grimman raised his finger and pointed at the young man with a dog at the farm entrance, his face grave. "He's strange, very strange."

Here, Silas didn't pause at all. He stumbled into the farm and first saw Chief Orson Heath and Jack maintaining order.

"What happened to you?" Orson was instantly alarmed upon seeing Silas's condition and hurried over.

Silas, panting with difficulty, said, "I was attacked by a mystic. The incident of madness at the museum is a mystical event. I have important intelligence… huff huff… to tell Master Jeros."

Hearing this, Orson was greatly startled, turned, and said, "Jack! Support Silas, let's go in!"

Jack quickly supported the unsteady Silas into the room where interrogations were being conducted.

At this moment, Jeros and Warren were interrogating the circus members one by one. Upon seeing Orson and the other two enter, their eyes instantly locked onto Silas.

"Why do you have such strong spiritual energy on you?" Jeros asked, his eyes sharp.

Orson quickly walked over, leaned close to Jeros's ear, and said in a low voice, "Silas was attacked by a mystic and discovered important mystical intelligence."

Jeros immediately stood up upon hearing this. "This place is temporarily under your charge."

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Five minutes later, in a separate room, Silas sat on a chair, fighting against his heavy eyelids, sipping bitter coffee while recounting his experience from arriving at the museum to being attacked.

"When I saw Joseph, he had already gone completely mad, shouting inhuman words. I temporarily stabilized his spirit with the Mantra of Serenity and asked some questions. You know, I seem to have a special talent for sound. He spoke with two distinctly different voices, and I could hear the voice within the voice. He told me that the ghost ship and all of this were the work of a cult organization called the Green Flame Brotherhood. He was also bewitched by the cult organization and drew something that shouldn't have been drawn. Now he has been possessed by that thing and is about to become a vessel for sacrifice."

"Green Flame Brotherhood… So that's how it is." Jeros's entire train of thought instantly became clear.