Lawson Wright is approaching sixty years old. He has spent half of his life working in the Special Investigation Division. He has a strong and robust physique and carries a middle-aged and elderly universal insulated cup. He drinks three cups of wolfberry tea every day and claims to look forty when he's out and about.When Wright speaks, he exudes a commanding presence. According to Zachary, he has a "confident and persuasive manner that's perfect for fooling spirits." Perhaps due to his extensive paperwork, he always likes to summarize the main points during conversations. He is known as the "master of persuasion" in the Special Investigation Division.As soon as he starts talking, Zachary, who is in the car, realizes that his nap was in vain. He tosses his phone on the mahogany table and slumps into the leather chair, fully embodying a relaxed and carefree demeanor.Lawson Wright clears his throat, sitting opposite him, inadvertently captivating him. Unable to bear seeing him lookin
"Nowadays, the so-called 'exorcists' in the market are ridiculously expensive," Zachary commented. "Considering that they specifically reached out to me, the chances of this being some kind of superstitious scam group are low. Is this mother really the victim of this mission?" "That's correct, this case is one of your assignments for this trip." "One of them? The pressure is really intense. It seems like there's a whole package waiting for me," Zachary continued, flipping through the documents. It was evident that there wasn't just one, but several peculiar incidents related to Gale Watts. The most notable one was a case from last year, also involving a disappearance, and there were some similarities. Last winter, a student went to the library to borrow books. Exhausted, he fell asleep in a corner on the top floor. That day, there was a power outage in that area of the campus, and it suddenly started pouring rain. The administrator, in a hurry to go home, didn't check properly and a
Camacho City seemed plagued by an unrelenting curse as rain continued to pour incessantly. The downpour relentlessly pounded against the window, resembling the anguished cries of tormented souls yearning for justice. It was as if they had congregated around the small temple, demanding retribution. Unsurprisingly, Zachary's sleep was haunted by nightmarish dreams. Gradually, the strange and vivid dreams faded, and he found himself awake in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dark, lightless room offered an eerie and deceptive sense of security, but it couldn't dispel the biting cold of the rainy night. After collecting his thoughts, his mind slowly regained clarity. The digital alarm clock emitted a faint glow, revealing that it was 2:30 in the early morning. Zachary reached out groggily and switched on the bedside lamp. He made a phone call, but there was no response from the other end. He tried again, and it wasn't until the seventh attempt that someone an
"Excellent! I was still disoriented and completely lost," Zachary beamed, maintaining a courteous and slightly familiar demeanor, as if he had finally found his way. When he wanted to establish a connection with someone, it was nearly irresistible. "Could you be my guide, buddy? I hope I'm not causing any inconvenience. By the way, what's your name?" "No trouble at all, really. It's not time for morning study yet," Corey Huff couldn't help but smile. In his mind, he marveled at the transformation of a tall 6'3" guy into a stunning beauty. He enthusiastically said, "I'm Corey Huff, the class representative for Class 9. Feel free to reach out to me for any academic matters in the future." Zachary hadn't fully embraced his student identity yet and casually remarked, "Are non-academic matters off-limits?" Corey Huff was caught off guard by the hidden meaning behind his words. Zachary realized that this campus was solely dedicated to serious studying, so he quickly added, "I just transfe
After leaving the restroom, Zachary took a detour and headed in the opposite direction of the restrooms, heading toward the second floor. As he approached the Watts Building, he couldn't help but notice two gazes coming from the second floor. One seemed carefree, belonging to a child engrossed in a game of espionage, either curious about the new transfer student or attempting to intimidate their classmates. However, the other gaze seemed more mature, lacking the innocence of childhood. Although it was brief and disappeared quickly, even Zachary didn't initially notice it, but his instincts kicked in. Zachary's intuition told him that the person was among the crowd before him. He decided to circle, going from the first to the third floor, but the person seemed to be well-acquainted with the layout of the building. They skillfully navigated various staircases, corners, and students' movements, avoiding entering any classrooms while Zachary struggled to keep up. The students around h
With 27 years of experience acting like a slacker, Zachary had honed his skills to seamlessly embody his true nature inside and out.He deftly unzipped his school uniform and rolled up his sleeves, holding a chilled cola from the vending machine in his hand. Sporting a mischievous expression, he lightly knocked on the door without waiting for a response and boldly entered the room, perfectly capturing the essence of his slacker persona."Come in."The sound of the door opening collided with a cold and malicious voice, causing an instant pause.That voice.Why does it sound so familiar? They locked eyes simultaneously. Zachary, about to open the cap of his cola and take a sip, continuing his rebellious act, suddenly met the gaze of those all-too-familiar cold eyes. In that moment, those eyes widened slightly, reflecting a glint of light on the lenses, cutting the strings controlling Zachary's puppetry just as he was about to step onto the stage. The
"It appears you're adjusting well," Quilly finally lifted her head, her sharp eyes scrutinizing the student before her, who seemed visibly uneasy. "Gale Watts has a complex layout, and you got lost. That's why I arranged for a student to accompany you. So, apart from being half an hour late, do you have any other reasons?"Oh, he hadn't thought of a reason for his lateness.Originally, he had planned to say, "What's the big deal about being late?""Uh, I didn't get lost on campus, but I had trouble finding the office. It was crowded with students returning to class, and I have a terrible sense of direction..."Zachary found himself at a loss for words when he met Quilly's calm gaze. Of course, his sense of direction wasn't poor; it could even be described as exceptional, as Quilly had witnessed on many occasions before.After all, in the haunted maze of the amusement park, he had located Quilly, who had intentionally been separated and placed in th
Gale Watts Cafeteria has two levels, with the first floor designated for students and the second for teachers. The cafeteria provides a diverse range of food options that appear to be higher quality than those at his workplace. "I had hoped he would lay low for a while, but it seems that it only took a few days for his true colors to resurface." Since Zachary became part of the "representative's crew" group, he had quietly conversed with the three boys. Now curious, he joined their group chat and asked, "Did anything happen during his absence?" "It's about the incident where some boys from our class wandered near Turner Lake over the weekend and fell into the water." The boys eagerly shared the case details, embellishing it with subjective assumptions drawn from extensive discussions on the Gale Watts forum. Having read the incident report and signed off on the case, the Assistant listened attentively. He occasionally chimed in with phrases like "Really?" and "What happened next?"
Zachary blinked, quickly accepting the setup, and as Celine Kirk spotted him, the little dainty girl sat on Keenan's arm and weakly made her way into the Antique Row exhibit. Antique line this piece of treasure, and occasionally fights, the whole street is ancient and low-key luxury, looking at the broken doors and windows made of rotten wood, may be the Quinton dug out of the sycamore perch, Zachary last time to bring Xavier Burch, rookie Mr. stepped on the boss lazy didn't sweep the ash, are a shock afraid of which is a thousand years of the ashes of the royal relatives. His wrist was still in Zachary's hand, and he begged for forgiveness with a downward-facing posture that turned a hundred and eighty degrees, "I'm wrong - the people next to me are looking at oh, that girl has an indignant expression of being split up from her cp, as if she's going to pounce on me and eat me." "Eh, just kidding." Callum Luna grinned and begged for mercy - he'd just struck out of nowhere, and while
"... How much do you hate your leader?" The tomb keeper shook his head in an old-fashioned manner, "This amount of money is no more expensive than a life."Zachary hooked the man who was about to leave, "We're not done talking, look at this, have you seen it when you were in the antique business?"Joselyn Robles looked at them both from side to side and her smile didn't go down, "Zach there's no need to rush, since so many threads are intertwined it's most likely a secret under one karmic copy, the poison looks creepy but other than the ability to catalyze the very sight of it no other harm has been found so far, it's more of a 'link' than a poison '."Suspicious, the tomb keeper counted through the bills and was pleasantly surprised; he drew out the charm concealed in them, and the moment he saw the human-faced phoenix, his expression changed.The tomb keeper admired and put away the red ticket, "You're really something, OK, I'll keep it for you."
Though he also felt that the old lady was making a bit of a fuss about it, and that 8 was so burnt out right now, how could he have time to interfere with them, and that Zachary would be even less able to do that when he was splitting up eight people to use them, and tossing them out of the way."The two cases are not unrelated, one could even say they are related, what Callum Luna said is true, it was 'Roderick Luna' who financed the curator of the painting exhibition, and that's not the only thing, the antique auction house a while back, the floating cloud carving that was intercepted by Vice Ramirez The silver needle, finally found in the diary sent by Ms Ara, was the very one that Dulce Hooper used to make all the blood pacts for the Gale Watts sacrifice."Callum Luna demonstrates the attitude of the Luna family, "-He who dares to desecrate God is not worthy of death."Celine Kirk, who had long since leaned against the car, shook out her skirt, "Let's just s
"Unsolved case." Zachary didn't have much of an expression, "I've been investigating this, his death took up all my energy, it's not exactly a secret within the Way, sorry, just didn't want to get you involved."Celine Kirk grunted coldly, "Cut the crap, Sea Ring aside, since Gale Watts has a lead on Roderick Luna, the Luna's are in charge, and it's been two nights since the Gale Watts monstrous statue posed as a deity, so don't tell me that your team hasn't come up with anything."But now that Zachary just said it, he instead thought there was a hidden agenda, or else Zachary wouldn't have softened his attitude until he was sure that the spell poison was completely insurmountable.Zachary frowned when he heard a cold yet pleasant inquiry lazily coming from behind him, "Who are you?"Keenan stood aloof, looking at Lone High with a nose, and nodded along, "Zach's got a good point."After the Gale Watts case, Zachary has considered slowly pushing the
The more Zachary thought about it, the more likely it was, and volunteered to confess his thoughts, "Are you after me?"Keenan came back from cleaning up, fleshed out and surprised, thinking he'd finally gotten the hang of it, "How so?""Because I dumped you with a whimper, and you tried to dump me back, and I cried bitter tears, so we're both barely even." Zachary blinks at him, and with a twitch of his brain, suddenly says, "How about right now."Keenan's face faded down, heart really, he leaned toward the back of the chair, his eyes some thin dangerous: "Now what, I chase you, you promise, then I dumped you, two minutes to get it done, you and I grudges two eliminated, never see each other again, is this what it means?""Of course not, then wouldn't our previous relationship be child's play?"Zachary shook his head, "No matter what I've done to break your heart, there hasn't been a single moment for the four years we've been together that I have
Zachary typed in the password as Keenan read it, and suddenly lurched, finally realizing that the inexplicably familiar string of numbers was his birthday, "You're still on your old phone?"Zachary looked closely, the paintings in the show were all human figures, familiar with the large color stacks and twisted lines of the netherworld painting style he had read about so many times in the art room of the lab building, "Oooh, this could be a genre, the underground overdrive style?"But Dulce Hooper's soul has gone. How can a body without a soul move fraudulently?Naturally, Callum Luna's ramblings alone don't count, Zachary: "How can they be sure it's Roderick Luna?"His head was groggy from the low fever, and he had residual pain all over his body, and he didn't want to move at all, but he might have overslept a bit, and he didn't want to go back to sleep, so he started swiping at his phone.Zachary guessed that they did not dare to easily give up
When he got up again, there was a hazy, pale light, and Zachary braced himself, and it was like he'd been run over by a car, and after the shock had passed through him, and the soreness danced in every bone, and stabbed a little bit at his joints, and his arm collapsed, and he fell back down again."It was him." Keenan phrased, "Six months after you evaporated, he was arrested for illegal proselytizing, and when I was sorting through my materials, I found a notebook I'd borrowed from him, with a piece of paper sandwiched between it with a messy yardage drawn on it, which I thought at first was draft paper, but realized it wasn't any formulas or mind maps, and when I looked at it closely there was some regularity to it, very much like some kind of writing, and which I've since turned over to the police up."He was all but as brooding as he had been when he arrived, but that oily, don't-touch-anyone-against-me asshole look was a turn-off.Then the stomach growled.
Keenan smoothed his suit, didn't care if the steps were dirty, and sat down next to Zachary, choking on the strong smell of cigarette smoke, but Zachary's silence, which was even cloudier than the smoke, choked him even more, like a little burnt edge, a little hot, a little painful.Zachary automatically ignored Keenan's increasingly out of bounds mannerisms of late, his cold mind forming a set of logic he could best accept; he just had to act like he was in a dream.Johnathon Ramirez needless to say, although it is difficult to see the position, but it is also after he topped the Special Investigation Brigade was not disbanded, and he is in charge of the Special Investigation Brigade for so many years of the old boss, even if the crowd often behind the back of the arrangement, but also still recognize his ability, recognize the identity of the 8 of the Unified Control.Luna's family in the open that point, everyone has spread rotten, now the most hopeful heir i
"Ah-!!!" The young constable, seeing this for the first time, fell to the ground in fear, his high pitched scream cutting through the night sky of the city hall and drawing in the others.Zachary, however, couldn't care less about the chaos of the bureau, and he clutched the yellow talisman, a treasure hunt he knew all too well, the glazed box that once held the nine parts of Khalil Hobbs's body, hidden away on a rainy night in the mountains of Ushant, and poured out into the madness that is him impermanence and insanity.It had taken him years to slowly climb out of the overgrown mud - at least superficially - and stop worrying those around him, but those behind him were afraid that he would be too good to be true, grabbing the hem of him orange-red dress and tugging it down to help him remember what it was like to be parted from him bitterness and hatred. .How much does he have to be hated, who did he blow up in him last life, or