Mysterious Tribulation

Slums.

The dirty corner was crowded with homeless people.

There is always a long line outside the workhouse.

Investigation Bureau agent Percy Anias uncomfortably pulled on the second-hand clothes bought from the flea market, and silently observed everything around him.

He saw a man in his thirties walking by with a shaggy beard and wearing a dirty and cheap formal suit.

The other party may have belonged to the middle class, but a sudden illness or unemployment is enough to crush his family, bankrupt him and become a member of the homeless.

From the numb and desperate eyes of the other party, Percy felt that the other party might still owe a large amount of debt. It was a kind of... silence and pain on the verge of an abyss.

‘It’s a pity... I’m just an investigator, I can’t do anything else...’

Percy knew that some gentlemen and wives would try to maintain their decency when they went bankrupt.

For example, men leave early and return late, pretending that they still have a job, and their wives tidy up the only set of clothes on their bodies, lift their chins slightly when walking, maintain a false arrogance, and are unwilling to admit the cruel fact that they have fallen into class.

Then, the cold society will crush them step by step.

Because of arrears of salary, he was evicted from renting his house and became homeless.

I had to sell my coats and jewelry, but in winter, I didn’t have any clothes to keep out the cold.

In the end, some of them died, and some became members of the street homeless.

Percy walked by in silence, and suddenly heard a sound and exclamation of a heavy object falling from behind.

The crowd screamed and dispersed, making him see a man lying in a pool of blood, the one who had just passed by.

He jumped...

After a while, a patrolman in a black uniform arrived, and after a brief check, the body was taken away.

The crowd continued to move numbly, ignoring the pool of blood on the side of the road.

Percy silently stared at the puddle of dark red blood and took off his hat...

...

"I'm the Glamorgan Police Station, Detective Percy!"

Percy took out a certificate that was absolutely genuine, and shook it in front of a slightly gray-haired old man: "Are you the landlord Derian here?"

"Yes, Mr. Officer..."

Drian couldn't help taking off his hat, and asked nervously, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for someone, El Ranch... is he your tenant?"

Percy asked.

This is a clue he found after investigating the Benjamin case and after investigating a large number of people who had contact with Jack.

"Yes, El Ranch!" Drian recalled, "That was a very energetic young man from the countryside of South Deco County, but very hardworking... You know, in a place like ours, There are not many young people who rent a room by themselves and have not yet owed the rent..."

"How long have you not seen him?" Percy frowned.

"Two days? Three days... You know, I only pay attention to where my tenants are when I collect rent." Drian replied embarrassedly.

"Take me to his room." Percy gave the order directly.

He followed Drian and came to an old building, passing by rooms, sometimes through the doors and windows, you could see the high and low beds and floor bunks in it, which looked like a dormitory.

It has to be said that compared to the dormitory of the boarding school, it is more messy and messy.

"arrive."

Drian came to a room on the second floor, took out a string of spare brass keys from his pocket, and opened a door.

"Holy Spirit!"

Immediately, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, kicking his legs, and backing constantly.

As early as when Drian opened the door, Percy put his hand on his waist. At this time, he flashed flexibly, took out the revolver, and aimed it inside the door.

But there were no enemies or monsters inside the door, only a corpse lying on the ground.

It belonged to a young male with flax hair, face up to the sky, wide-eyed, one hand stiff, as if rolling off the bed directly, trying to grab the water glass on the table.

"Go and notify the patrolman to come over."

Percy asked the landlord Derian to find more helpers, and he was vigilant and entered the room.

"Death does not exceed three days..."

He checked briefly, and after confirming that there was no danger, he retracted the gun and scanned the room.

This room, which is only a dozen square meters in size, is narrow and closed, with unobstructed views. Apart from the bed and the table, there is almost no room for anything else.

On the bedside, Percy found a diary.

"On November 7th, I finally arrived in Green Forest City. I must be a decent person here..."

"On the 8th, I found a port handling job... I'm tired, El Ranch, hold on!"

"On the 15th, I was driven out of the house by the landlord...I have to find other rental houses as soon as possible..."

"On the 26th, I was tragically unemployed..."

"On December 13th, I have forgotten how long I have not kept a diary, but today is a memorable day. Thanks to the gift of the Holy Spirit, I am qualified to enter the workhouse..."

"On the 16th, I met a hapless person in the church workhouse. He called himself Jack. If you don't talk about women and gambling, he is still an acceptable friend..."

"On the 19th, Priest Chris Toya was not as superficial as the surface, he was a kind gentleman..."

"On the 24th, thank the Holy Spirit! Reverend Chris Toya introduced me to a job as a scribe in the Red Rose Firm. The salary is 4 shillings a week. This is enough to rent a separate room for me... I finally There is a place in this city..."

"In January of the New Year, Jack came to me. He seemed to hide something..."

"In February, is what I saw is true? Is that the truth of the world?"

"At the end of March, Jack came to say goodbye to me. He said he was going to do something big. I feel that he might want to rob the bank or retaliate against his previous employer..."

"In May, I got sick, and I'm gradually getting weak..."

...

After that, the diary became more and more vague, making it difficult to read, and there were not many of them.

"El Ranch, an aspiring young man from a small town... I got sick due to heavy work, but didn't have enough money to see a doctor, so I could only support myself... Then, I couldn't hold it anymore, and suddenly the illness got worse. die?"

A few hours later ~www.novelmt.com~ inside the Bureau of Investigation.

Percy frowned and looked at the coroner in front of him: "This is your conclusion. He died of disease?"

"Yes!"

The coroner is a man with a cold temperament and a tall, hook-nosed man. He paused and continued: "But there is still another news...This young man is an extraordinary person. The first element should be activated because of the level. It’s not high enough, so after death, spirituality overflows naturally, without condensation! In the low-level primordial substance, the proportion of natural overflow is very large, and condensation is rare..."

"Extraordinary... sick and dying?"

Percy wanted to laugh a little, but couldn't.

The training of the Bureau of Investigation made him know that, except for a few very special occupations, low-level Extraordinary people are not much different from ordinary people. If they are shot, they will die, feel hungry and exhausted, and get sick...

"This is too ridiculous, I feel that he is more likely to be killed by someone with an extraordinary ability related to disease! For example, that mysterious teacher?"

Percy said coldly: "Fortunately, I have found a clue!"