Chapter 442 God knows what they are thinking.
Ronald comforted Sir Phelps in the basement.
In less than five minutes, the servant who went to the banquet venue to notify Elaine also returned here, followed naturally by Elaine and Heloise.
Just walked into this dark basement full of laughter.
Elaine and Heloise wrinkled their noses almost at the same time, with a cautious look in their eyes.
Looking at the expressions of the two girls, Ronald naturally stood up and walked over:
"Elaine, we found that these guys are still doing cult rituals, and the scale is not small. The investigator who was in charge here went to inform other people, he I left a message for you to interrogate these people."
"Uh-huh." Elaine nodded calmly.
While Heloise approached Ronald and asked in a low voice, the young investigator walked directly in front of the laughing cult warlock, reached out and grabbed the guy's chin.
Click -
the laughter stopped suddenly.
In the cold and quiet basement, several people with good hearing heard the sound of bones breaking, and this object... could only be the cult warlock whose chin was pinched by Elaine.
By the way, is it okay to interrogate if my jaw is crushed?
As soon as this thought came to Ronald's mind, Elaine began to adopt more crude methods.
A young and beautiful investigator girl accepted the task of interrogation.
But there was no intention of interrogating him at all.
After crushing the cult warlock's chin with his left hand, he moved his free right hand in a large arc, aiming at the guy in his hand and slapping him.
Snapped!
The next second.
A clear and loud slap sounded on the face of the cult warlock.
Ronald could clearly see several teeth flying out of this guy's mouth. His face immediately swelled up after a slap, and even his jaw completely slackened.
In less than five seconds of meeting, Elaine started to make a series of fierce moves.
There was absolutely no indication that she had any intention of interrogating him.
In this sudden torture, several tied cult warlocks were also dumbfounded.
These people naturally know how cruel the investigators are to them.
But he didn't even do an intelligence interrogation and just started like this. Did the investigator want to kill them directly?
However, at this moment everyone was stunned.
Elaine, who was still dragging the cult warlock in front of her, had a look of satisfaction in her eyes.
Then she threw the person in her hand to the ground as if throwing away garbage, and turned around to drag another cult warlock in front of her.
"You...what are you doing!" Faced with this situation, the cult warlock shrank back almost subconsciously.
It was this action that made Elaine smile in victory.
"It's you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the investigator girl's palms were already wrapped with magic power unconsciously.
The moment he grabbed the heretic warlock, the hand of the constructed spell was grasped on his face, and it took effect immediately.
Emotions and spell effects interact with each other.
The cult warlock who could still make a commanding expression gradually became dull.
After about five or six breaths passed, this guy's saliva was flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, as if he had lost his mind.
"Uh..."
Bang -
Seeing that her spell was completely effective, Elaine hadn't stopped yet.
She turned her gaze to the face of the last conscious cult warlock, tapped her toes and whipped him. When she saw that this man had also lost consciousness, Elaine turned to look at Ronald.
"That's almost it. We can start the interrogation."
"You...please continue..." Ronald's eyes were dull and he raised his hand to signal Elaine to continue.
This is probably not the first time Elaine has encountered such a situation.
Nodding quietly, the girl turned around and began to ask:
"Tell me, tell me all your plans for this ritual activity." "
..."
The cult warlock's expression was still dull.
However, under the influence of the spell, he still discerned the meaning of Elaine's words, and then answered in a dazed tone: "
In order to save the vast number of ignorant people, the Lord in Red ordered our fifteen teams to act separately and hold a ceremony at a predetermined location. Summon the Swelling Demon and cook food for salvation for everyone."
Elaine's eyes tightened:
"The Demon of Swelling...the food for salvation..."
"Tell me where these two things came from."
The cult warlock remained honest. Begin to answer:
"The Swelling Demon is a servant of the upper world born through a flesh-and-blood mixing ceremony. It uses its own flesh and blood to cook food, and uses illusions to control the people around it to spread it. Finally, it annihilates itself and the cooking process; the food of redemption is It is a special tribute cooked by the Swelling Demon that does not contain magic power, looks normal and is delicious. Anyone who eats this food will be marked by the great being as a believer who can be redeemed." After hearing this, Elaine was silent for a few seconds
. Then he breathed out:
"Huh..."
"Okay, now tell me the location of your ceremony."
The cult warlock immediately replied:
"The Lorbo Mansion in the White Star District, the Vail University Canteen in the Riverside District, the Organ District The Burundts' house at No. 24 Yell Street, Stinky Shoes Road in the Border Forest..."
One location after another came from the mouth of the cult warlock.
Elaine took out a pen and paper and recorded them one by one.
After saying the last name, she stood up straight with satisfaction, and then looked at Sir Phelps, who was still sitting on the chair;
"Sir Phelps, I've finished asking my main question, do you have anything else to ask?" "
I...I believe in the ability of the Bureau of Investigation." Phelps opened his mouth, originally planning to say something. But he stopped his original words midway and instead made a wry smile. "After all, the banquet above still needs my hosting. The matters here will be left to Miss Elaine." After finishing speaking, the emerging nobleman said
: The man of the hour turned and left the basement.
The cut-off figure clearly revealed that he no longer had any curiosity about this place.
Watching Sir Phelps leave.
Ronald also understood the trade-offs made by this emerging nobleman. With emotion in his heart, he walked up to Elaine and asked:
"Elaine, didn't this guy also mention someone in red giving orders? Don't you ask about this?"
Hearing this question, the young investigator girl There was a hint of helplessness on his face.
"Mr. Ronald, you don't know this."
"These cult warlocks have always been as secretive about their plans as a colander, but they are surprisingly protective of some key figures. If you don't believe it, look..." As he spoke, he turned to the cult warlocks and asked: "
Hello
. , introduce your red-clothed man."
"..."
"Uh...ahhh!"
The body of the cult warlock, who had a dull expression, suddenly stiffened.
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly vomited blood and then fell down weakly.
Pointing to the cult warlock who was about to die, Elaine curled her lips and said,
"Look."
"God knows what these cult warlocks are thinking?"
(End of Chapter)