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Chapter 113 112. Can only black tea be used? (3000) (22)

Edward is a handsome middle-aged man, and he can vaguely see his youthful beauty.

For example, the appearance of the children of nobles or rich families is usually not too bad. It doesn't matter if you don't look good, as long as you marry a beautiful wife, it's over. After several generations of genetic modification, naturally, they are basically all handsome men and beautiful women.

With a smile on his face, Edward said to the people in the investigation team in a friendly manner.

"Please come in."

His attitude was kind, but the people in the investigation team did not dare to presume and were very cautious.

It's as if the leader is telling you, don't be cautious when you come to the company, just treat it as your family, but if you really treat the company as your family and call your boss brothers and sisters, the former will only make you an excellent workplace leader, The latter means that you are not far from being put on shoes!

Moreover, even though Edward was smiling, he still had the oppressive feeling of being in a high position for a long time, as well as an aura of calmness.

It caused pressure on the hearts of the people in the investigation team.

But remembering the mission this time, they still kept calm as much as possible: "Excuse me."

"If there is any offense, please forgive me."

"As long as I can prove my innocence, everything is easy to say."

Edward smiled unabated and signaled the servant to close the door.

Kota is also in the ranks of the investigation team - in order to prevent situations such as being bribed, the composition of the investigation team is very complicated, and many parties participate in it.

And Kota, as an extraordinary person who has wiped out the Misty Cultists many times, is qualified to participate in it.

As soon as he walked into the mansion, Kota's dog ears stood up high, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

Edward was sitting in an elegant chair in the living room, sipping a cup of black tea, delicate snacks and an open book were placed on the table.

Judging by his posture, it doesn't look like he is being investigated seriously, he is clearly enjoying a wonderful afternoon tea time.

Edward's body has been verified, and there is no breath associated with the mist.

He also used the extraordinary relic of the polygraph to verify, and came to the conclusion that he was not a Misty Cultist.

Even so, some people still have doubts and feel that clues can be found in this mansion.

Kota doesn't have much hope for this—whether Edward is a Mist Cultist or not, since he dares to let them search with confidence, it proves that he has already made complete preparations.

‘So, are you a Misty Cultist? '

Kota looked at Edward, thinking in his heart.

After the incident in the high-end apartment, he was suspicious of anyone, and Edward was no exception.

Kota has heard about Edward's deeds several times. When he was young, he left the city alone, lived in the wasteland for three full years, and then returned to the city with the remains of a terrifying undead.

He also led his followers to wipe out several gatherings of cult (meow) organizations and crush their plots.

Afterwards, he has been on the front line all year round, participated in dangerous operations many times, and left behind illustrious achievements, which is admirable.

Even though he has slowly climbed up to the management level in recent years and made fewer appearances, many old people in the security department still remember his deeds.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a meritorious person in Yueyong City.

However, the power of the evil god is so weird and taboo, it may replace a person without a sound.

Sensing Kota's gaze, Edward raised his glass slightly and asked kindly.

"You want a drink too?"

"Is there only black tea?"

Guang Tai politely refused, thinking to himself, as expected of Edward, he can still be so calm in this situation, or is it true that he has done nothing wrong?

It's just that in the bottom of Kota's heart, the indescribable weirdness became more and more intense.

"Well--"

Guangtai suddenly felt dizzy and covered his head, but the dizziness disappeared in the blink of an eye, making him wonder if it was his own illusion.

He turned to look at the rest of the investigation team.

The B-level old man, named Wen Tieniu, was also among them, but the old man looked normal, as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the investigation, the Security Division sent two B-level transcendents to avoid possible mental interference.

Only now, none of them noticed the slightest strangeness.

The investigation proceeded in an orderly manner.

Following the inspection of the mansion, even digging the ground and hollowing out the walls, the investigation team finally came to the conclusion that there is nothing related to cults hidden here, it is just an ordinary luxurious residence .

"I'm very sorry, Lord Edward, we will truthfully report the situation to the higher authorities and wash away your grievances."

The investigation team leader said sincerely and apologetically.

From the very beginning, he really doubted Edward, but when the result came out, this suspicion turned into apology and shame, feeling that he had wronged a good person.

"We will catch the suspect who spread the rumor as soon as possible and find justice for you."

Edward smiled slightly, as if he didn't take the framing to heart from the beginning to the end.

"It is indeed necessary to be skeptical, but the matter of arresting the suspect can be put aside for now. The focus now is to rescue the missing Transcendents in the new city planning area. Their safety is more important."

The members of the investigation team were more and more moved. They didn't expect Edward to attach so much importance to these extraordinary people.

On the way to leave, the team members expressed their views one after another.

"Lord Edward, you really aren't a Misty Cultist!"

"Didn't I say it before, Mr. Edward can't be a traitor, it's just that some people are alarmist."

"Who on earth is spreading rumors and making troubles? It's really hateful!"

What he said was nothing more than that Edward was innocent, and the rumormongers were so hateful.

Kota frowned, with a tingling pain between his brows.

The more he recalled the investigation process just now, the more strange he felt.

'I just, was I really investigating? '

There are clearly memories of the investigation process in his mind, including opening the door, carefully inspecting each room, asking the servants in the mansion, opening the cabinet, lifting a few suspicious floors, and cutting through a wall.

These memories are so vivid that they cannot be more real.

But why, it seems that there is no real sense of doing it?

There seems to be a layer of fog between the memory and the body.

*****

The second floor of the mansion.

Edward was standing by the window, watching Kota and others go away, muttering in his mouth.

"Who is the one?"

"How dare you make such an action against me."

"However, I still have to thank you..."

Suddenly, Edward's handsome face became pale and distorted. He looked like a demon who would eat people. His face was wriggling unnaturally, and his bones were twisting, as if some kind of existence was about to emerge from it. like.

Then, with a "hiss", the skin on the face was torn apart suddenly, and a mouth full of sharp teeth opened on Edward's cheek, almost spanning the entire face.

Blood dripped slowly, and the mouth kept opening and closing, as if trying to bite flesh and blood, which looked grotesque and terrifying.

From the mouth, some murmurs that did not belong to human beings spit out.

"Sure enough, if you want to deceive a B-level transcendent, you still need to pay some price."

Edward's painful expression only lasted for a very short two or three seconds. He smiled again, with an elegant and gentlemanly expression, stroked his cheek with his right hand, and spoke softly.

"Little baby, stop making trouble."

In the blink of an eye, when the palm was removed from the face, the blood and torn skin returned to normal, and the mouth naturally disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Edward turned around and looked into the mansion.

The scene here is definitely not the ordinary and luxurious residence in the eyes of Kota and others.

The walls, ceiling, and floor are all made of flesh and blood.

Irregular pieces of meat, piled together.

The texture of the muscles and the blue blood vessels can be clearly seen, and they are even moving regularly. This is breathing, and the blood is transported in the blood vessels.

The whole mansion is alive!

Several pairs of bloodshot eyeballs with distinct black and white, turned gently on the ceiling, monitoring everything that happened in the mansion.

Those tables and chairs are made of pale bones.

The gorgeous blanket was a scarlet meat blanket, on which the whiskers were swaying.

Occasionally, several jagged mouthparts can be seen, hidden under the flesh and blood, waiting to be fed.

There are also a few vaguely human, painful, and distorted facial features.

However, the rest of the people in the house, including the housekeeper, servants, and bodyguards, didn't realize the true face of this place at all. They acted as usual. The maid cleaned, the housekeeper sorted out the documents, and the bodyguards stayed where they should be.

In the eyes of these people, everything around them is a normal and familiar picture, so what's abnormal?

"Master Edward, do you still want black tea?"

A maid came forward and asked respectfully.

Edward smiled gently: "That would be great."

"Thanks a lot."

He reached out and patted the maid on the shoulder.

In an instant, Edward's palm changed deformedly, stretched and expanded, and an exaggerated opening was cracked, and sharp teeth grew out of it, as if this hand had become some kind of weird and dangerous creature.

And now, it's hungry.

It started directly at the maid's shoulder and gnawed down.

With just one bite, half of the maid's upper body was swallowed into its mouth.

The clothes were torn, revealing fair and plump (meow) skin, which complemented the splattered blood.

For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of teeth gnashing and flesh and blood being chewed, which was creepy.

The maid's face was a little puzzled, and then a little surprised—Master Andre, do you want to treat me...

However, when the extreme pain came, she was able to glimpse the reality in front of her eyes.

The maid's expression quickly became terrified, as if she had fallen into hell.

Before she could scream, the palm turned into a creature that gnawed off her head.

Headless corpses fell to the ground.

The meat blanket on the floor also opened its mouth, like wild dogs competing for food, tearing and gnawing at it.

In less than a minute, the maid disappeared into the room together with her clothes.

It's just that on the floor, there is a vaguely beautiful face.

Others in the room did not respond to this appalling and bloody event.

No one, realizes what happened.

And no one knew who would be the successor of this maid.

After chewing the head delicately and gracefully, Edward's hands seemed to grab the most essential part, dismissing the remaining residue, and returning to its original appearance in the blink of an eye.

"Sure enough, it's still a brain full of fear. Is it more in line with your taste?"

Edward smiled brightly, and pressed the eyeballs that had grown out of thin legs and were about to crawl back into the eye sockets with his hands, and gently stroked his cheeks, and he did not know who he was praising.

"What a good boy."

Heh heh, heh ah ah ah ah ah!