Global Advent: Cthulhu’s Cavern Game

Seeing Su Ke approaching, the crowd took the initiative to make way for him.

But the few people around the corpse didn't mean to give way.

The leader among them said: "This is what we discovered first, so why should there be a first come first come first!"

With ass as you want, these people are waiting for the potion material of the corpse to separate out.

Oh, the scene of the crime has become a scene of looting.

Su Ke ignored it and squatted down beside the corpse.

Confirm the blood stains and commit the crime within two hours.

Judging from the wounds of the attack, um... from behind, there are traces of potion power, is it a sneak attack?

Judging from the traces of the scene, it seemed that a five-person team was suddenly attacked and caught off guard. Although there was resistance, it was not very effective.

The time spent in the battle is...7 seconds, soon, is the group against the group?

...

Seeing that Su Ke turned a deaf ear to Own's words, and was still checking around on the ground, the man in the lead was vaguely angry.

But he didn't dare to do anything with Su Ke, instead he planned to come forward and argue with him. Just as he was about to do so, an illusory figure suddenly fell beside Su Ke.

"I saw what happened, or I will tell you directly."

This scene directly frightened the man who was about to come forward to the theory and shrank back, and the onlookers looked stupid.

What's this?

Haven't seen him for more than a month, Su Ke even got things like "behind the spirit"?

"No." Su Ke smiled at Belika's vision.

Then he turned to the man who was about to approach own, his expression turned cold.

"If you like loot so much, I can help turn you into a potion feature and give your companions an extra benefit."

Alice was more direct and took a "spiritual boost" of herself, which meant standing in front of the man clearly.

The other party immediately stunned and hid behind the others, not daring to say anything.

Bellika nodded when he saw him saying this, and disappeared.

For Su Ke, he can also use "backtracking" to directly see the incident, but this level of homicide also requires "backtracking", which is an insult to the IQ of "private investigators".

After becoming a "private investigator", he understood a truth.

What does the detective want from the case?

Word of mouth, honorarium, reputation?

No, real detectives, what they like is the feeling of gradually lifting the veil of truth, the sense of accomplishment.

Knowing the answer to the riddle loses the fun, and the novel that knows the ending loses its flavor.

When the criminal left the puzzle, Su Ke's brain was unconsciously excited.

No wonder that first-class detectives are often lunatics.

After investigating the scene, Su Ke stood up.

"Let's go."

He took Alice Ribbon away from the scene and put his hands in his coat pockets.

Alice turned her head and glanced, "Those people, are those people not suspicious?"

Su Ke stared at the road in front, and summed up: "Each of them smelled of lake water. When the crime happened, they should be fishing in the lake, and they drove over slowly when they heard the sound."

"Then, is there any clue?"

"Of course," Su Ke sniffed his nose. "There is a smell of pollen at the crime scene. There may be a woman in the murderer's hand. As long as I can smell it, I will be able to tell."

"It's amazing, is the owner a dog?"

Su Ke stopped and glanced back at her.

I suspect you are scolding me, but I have no evidence.

Then he stepped again.

Well, in such an atmosphere, there is indeed a sense of a detective with a confused assistant.

The two of them walked down the underground street to the Champs Elysees, and came to a location near the fountain square.

Judging from the direction in which the pollen scattered when the murderer left, it should be right here.

There are relief points opened by the Healing Church, which provide simple food to anyone free of charge, and provide free treatment services.

Su Ke walked near the relief point and sniffed the air.

It smells of pollen, but it is very weak.

The murderer has come to heal the relief point of the church? Was it injured or came to collect food?

At this moment, a voice not far away stopped him.

"Suk?"

Looking back, Christine, who was wearing a church staff robe, was holding a pot of vegetable soup, looking at him from the inside of the relief station.

Su Ke was about to say hello, but saw two men behind Christine carrying heavy objects, about to hit her.

And the short, she was in a blind spot in the sight of the two men.

"careful!"

Christine was hit, and the hot soup in her hand fell off her hands. She closed her eyes subconsciously, but in her heart she could foresee the hot pot falling on the ground, and the hot soup splashed all over herself.

But none of this happened.

She opened her eyes, and the iron pan was still hanging in the air, not completely landing.

After a moment of doubt, she saw the hand sticking out from under the iron pan. The owner of that hand was leaning over slightly and asked her, "Is it all right?"

Christine reacted at once, put the iron pan on the table, grabbed Su Ke's hand and started checking.

"Are you OK!?"

Su Ke shrank his fingers and covered his palm.

Christine saw it too, his palms were only red, and there were no signs of burns at all.

That's just out of the pot.

"I'm okay." Su Ke smiled and withdrew his hand. As Prometheus of Fire, the name of faith can initially take effect on the crypt, and he has a certain degree of resistance to fire and high temperature.

It's almost like touching the hot pot with bare hands, no matter how high the temperature is, it won't work.

At this time, a man's roar came from nearby:

"Are you blind? You can't see us coming, and are you standing in front?"

"Damn, I can't do anything well, I just stay in the church for nothing."

The two voices were not polite, and Christine bowed her head to apologize again and again.

Su Ke narrowed his eyes, stood up, and protected Christine behind him.

"The pollen on my body tastes good, do men have such a hobby?"

"It's up to you." The man clearly recognized Su Ke, whispered, and left from the side.

Su Ke looked at the backs of the two of them, and Christine's faint voice came from the side:

"thanks……"

He turned his head and smiled, "No guest..."

Before Su Ke could finish, Alice, who suddenly rushed up, hugged Christine.

"What a lovely child~ Master, can Alice take her home?"

"...Probably not, Alice, let go, you are so tight that Xiao Ting can't breathe."

Coming out of her suffocating chest, Xiao Ting finally let out a sigh of relief, and Alice was so bright that she was about to eat her eyes and moved towards her eyes.

"So your name is Xiaoting~ Do you want to go home with Alice~"

Su Ke: "..."

Su Ke quickly glanced around, not knowing, thought he was abducting a minor.

He quickly stopped Alice.

"Alice, I have something to tell Xiao Ting alone, can you wait here for a while?"

Alice pouted.

"Well, since it was the owner's intention, can Alice hug Xiao Ting again for a while?"

"As long as you don't try too hard."

Christine grievedly looked at them.

I haven't commented yet...

At this moment, someone shouted not far away:

"Apprentice Sister Christine, can you come and help? Someone has been sent here!"

Christine was about to answer, but Su Ke reached out to stop her.

Instead, it was Alice who shouted towards the other side:

"Come here! I'll just help!"

Christine was visibly stunned.

Su Ke led her to the side of the road, and Christine's gaze would look at the rescue tent from time to time.

"Is Xiao Ting still a trainee nun now?"

"Yeah." Christine nodded absently.

"Seeing that you have been serving in the church for a long time, should you have a guardian?"

"Yeah..." Xiao Ting turned her head, looking left and right over there, looking very worried.

"Then your guardian?"

"It's Bishop Iloth."

"How is she treating you?"

"OK."

"You put the seeds on me, right?"

"Yes."

She looked at the distance and swayed from side to side, and her body suddenly froze in place.

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