Chapter 220 110: Deception

At noon, after finishing the last conversation record, Carl rubbed his brows to relieve the tension and fatigue on the mental level. Generally speaking, he would hardly be so tired, but since coming to Mo City, he couldn't help but have some wild thoughts, as if as long as he relaxed a little, something bad would happen.

I really want to drink some vodka to calm myself down.

"Thank you for your cooperation. It's been a long time since I met a police officer who was not prejudiced against us."

Yuri, who was sitting opposite, put away the laptop he was using to record things, handed it to his colleague next to him, and after a few instructions, the man left. Only Yuri and Carl were left in the interrogation room.

Because of his outstanding performance in the battle with the devil and the key intelligence he heard, Carl was invited to the Security Bureau. Two days of conversations have been recorded. Fortunately, it is now over.

"Maybe it has something to do with my experience serving in the army." Carl's words left Yuri confused for a moment.

He stood up and walked to the quick coffee machine in the corner, tilted his head and asked curiously: "Is this related to anything?"

"The old boss scolds you every day, but you can't see or touch him, while the boss can see him every day. In comparison, he seems more hateful."

“Hahaha, ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’, that’s the truth. In this case, I have to thank him for his prejudice against us.” Yuri smiled and took out a bottle of vodka from the counter and shook it at Carl. “You can’t drink for the past two days. It must be hard. From now on, I can turn a blind eye.”

Seeing the wine, Karl licked his lips subconsciously, his lips moved, but he still refused: “Coffee is fine, I have to meet a friend later, it’s better to drink later.”

"This is not like Officer Carl who said, 'Alcohol makes me more sober.'" Yuri did not force it. He put the vodka back and brought Carl a cup of coffee.

"Next, you have two days of 'vacation', but I heard that you are a workaholic, so will you choose to go back to Sercotev?"

Karl shook his head unexpectedly: "No, I will stay in Mo City for the next two days. However, I have a question that I don't know if you can ask."

"Since you guessed that I am not in a position to say it but still want to ask, it must be something you really want to know. Ask, and I will answer depending on the situation." Yuri spread his hands, staring at the subtle expression on Carl's face out of work habit.

"I don't know how far your research on demons has progressed, nor do I care where they come from. Based on the information I have access to so far, I have seen demons 'taking advantage of the void', and I think there are quite a few people who meet the definition of 'void'. It can even be said that this is a terrifying number."

At this point, Carl took a sip of coffee and glanced at Yuri.

Yuri didn't respond, just nodded slightly in agreement and held out his hand, motioning for him to continue.

"From a human to a demon, I guess it takes killing and time. If we can find some screening methods before they completely become demons, can we save this person from being corrupted by the demon?"

Carl finished his question and waited for the answer.

Yuri was silent for a while, then he slowly spoke: "What I can tell you is that your ideas have been implemented by someone, and they can ensure that important people are not infected."

"The detection method is relatively complicated and cannot be popularized, right? I understand." Carl easily understood the meaning.

"This is your understanding, it has nothing to do with me."

After saying this, Yuri patted Karl on the shoulder and said, "However, you can't change anything if you stay in Mo City alone, so leave it to us."

Many people can see that the demon attacks are getting closer to Mo City. Yuri suspects that this is why Carl wants to stay in Mo City.

Carl shook his head without explaining anything. Since the formalities had been completed, he would not waste the other party's time.

Coming out of the Security Bureau, it was still chilly in Mo City in February. Karl tightened his clothes, walked out of the main road, hailed a taxi, and gave an address.

There are not many cars on the street. Special police vehicles can be seen everywhere, and even a few troop carriers can be seen. The tense atmosphere blends into the cold wind, making it even more solemn.

Carl was silently brewing his emotions in the car, relaxing his mind, looking at himself in the rearview mirror with a dim gaze, not knowing where his thoughts were drifting.

When I got off the car, I saw a slightly shabby neighborhood. I walked into it, followed the house number, and knocked on the door of one of the houses.

"Who are you looking for?"

A vigilant female voice asked from inside the house.

"Excuse me, does Kirill live here?"

"What Kirill? There's no such person here."

"Sorry for disturbing you."

".Wait, I remember now, the previous owner was called Kirill. He may have become a homeless person now. You may be able to find his tent near the bridge."

".I see."

Carl paused, turned around and left without changing his expression, looked around, and walked towards an even dirtier direction.

After about ten minutes, he found a familiar figure rummaging through the trash can.

"Kirill." Karl called out.

The man was startled, looked back at Karl, then turned his head and limped away quickly with a creaking sound.

Carl glanced at his prosthetic right leg and chased after him.

The two of them walked one after the other into an alley. Kirill, who had difficulty walking, could not run faster than Karl, who had always kept fit. Karl pushed him against the wall with a thud, not too heavy or too light.

"Kirill, why are you running?"

"Damn it, what are you chasing after then?"

Karl let him go and looked him over with a complicated look: “It seems you are quite used to this broken leg.”

"Haha, not bad, at least I can run. Compared to the one who died, my fate is not bad." Kirill took a breath and said sarcastically, "Of course, who can be better than you? I heard that you became a police officer in Sykotyv."

"It's just for living. Why did you sell your house?"

"poverty."

"Where's your wife?"

"She ran away, she ran away a long time ago. Who would want to be with a poor and useless man?" Kirill said self-deprecatingly.

Karl patted the dust off his body and asked inexplicably, “Recently, you haven’t felt uncomfortable at all, have you?”

"I'm not dying. I can barely survive. You're actually still concerned about my health. After all these years, I thought you had forgotten me."

"Don't worry, I won't forget you even if I become a ghost." Karl took out a notebook, tore off a piece of paper, wrote down the hotel room number where he was staying, and put a few big bills in it. "I'll be here for the next two days. Also, pack up well."

After saying this, he ran away without giving the other party a chance to catch up.

He took a taxi again and bought two bottles of wine before returning to the hotel.

After taking a shower and without touching the wine, he closed the curtains, turned off the lights, and lay on the bed, watching the news on TV. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and slowly fell asleep in a daze.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt a bone-chilling cold.

"Stupid commander, he just wants us to die! Otherwise, why would he choose this kind of weather to send us to this place to complete the training mission! Once the blizzard comes, we can't contact the base at all!"

"Hey, hold on! Come on, Carl, Joem is dying. That cave, there is a cave over there!" "Damn it, my legs are numb, Carl, you are the only one who can move now, hold the food, please, help us find rescue."

After taking most of the supplies, Carl looked back at the two people shivering in the cave, and walked towards the wind and snow ahead.

The ethereal sound seemed to come with the howling storm, becoming clearer and clearer, and constantly echoing in my ears.

Look, how unfair this is.

[Just because I offended my superiors during training, I was put in such a dangerous situation.]

[Can you accept this kind of sacrifice for no reason? ]

[Can you accept dying at the hands of your own people? ]

Carl did not respond and continued to walk forward with his head down. After walking for an unknown amount of time, a figure vaguely appeared in front of him. It was the officer he had been "thinking about day and night".

"Why are you so slow? You are the only one in your team who hasn't returned yet. Where are the others?" The commander's cold face suppressed the snow and wind.

"Report, Kirill and the others are still trapped."

"Those useless people who can't even walk out are dead. If you want to save them, you can." The officer threw a rope over, "Use this rope to drag them out one by one. I'll wait for you here. I'll give you one day."

Carl looked at the rope on the ground in silence.

"Why, you can't do it?"

Carl slowly picked up the rope.

【Come on, make your choice】

His expression remained unchanged. He exhaled white mist and walked in front of his superior in two steps. He quickly and neatly looped the rope around his neck, pulled it hard with both hands, and lifted him up with his back, forming a back stranglehold.

"You—kagu."

The struggle behind me went from intense to calm, and soon, it was completely drowned out by the sound of wind and snow.

He threw the body aside, turned around, and walked into the snow again.

Soon he saw the cave.

"Jom, Jom is gone, and I will be there soon," murmured the weak Kirill.

Carl tried his best to carry him on his back, and disappeared in the white snow, step by step.

The scene in front of his eyes gradually turned into a snow-white color, and bang bang bang sounds continued to come from the outside world.

When I woke up, my heart was beating wildly, my breathing was rapid, and my forehead was covered with sweat.

He turned his head to look at the door, where he could hear continuous knocking. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was already past seven in the evening. He had probably slept for three or four hours.

Sitting on the bed, he recalled the scene in his dream, looked at his hands, took off his watch, and gently twisted the metal strap as easily as twisting a tape measure.

Without further experimentation, he put away his watch, turned on the light, and without even looking through the peephole, he opened the door. As expected, the person outside the door was Kirill.

At this moment, he looked anxious and looked at Karl nervously.

"Carl, listen to me—"

"Come in and talk." Carl interrupted and pointed inside.

Kirill nodded and walked in quickly, and Karl closed the door behind him.

"Huh, the situation is urgent. I must tell you. When I came to find you just now, I saw people from the Security Bureau downstairs and heard your name. The leader is called Yuri, a bald man. I suspect they are going to do something bad to you. Run away now while there is still time!" Kirill said hurriedly as he walked into the room.

"Oh, I know him, probably just for business." Karl casually opened a bottle of vodka and looked at Kirill with nostalgia.

"You are not. I heard words like arrest and suspicion. It must not be a good thing! Don't you know the true appearance of these people?! You still have time. I can help you delay them. I don't think they will be interested in a cripple anyway." Karl's reaction was a little unexpected to Kirill. His face was a little hideous and his voice was filled with anger.

Karl lightly sprinkled the vodka on the ground, leaving a trail of water right in front of Kirill: "Anyway, thank you for letting me see Kirill again."

Kirill in front of him had a drastic change of expression, his eyes full of disbelief.

As Carl raised his head and drank it in one gulp, Kirill in front of him changed rapidly. His clothes, flesh, and bones seemed to be blown by a strong wind. He struggled, roared, and stretched out his hands, but they could not resist and faded away layer by layer. Finally, they turned into invisible powder, and nothing was left.

"Finally I can sober up for a while." Carl, who had been abstaining from alcohol for a few days, took a sip of half a bottle of liquor and sighed with relief.

[You lied to me? You lied to me from the beginning to the end?! Impossible, how could someone even lie to himself! This is unreasonable!]

[And how did you find me? I was waiting for your flaw. Did you reveal it on purpose?! ]

Carl leaned comfortably against the window, drinking and answering himself: "I am just deceiving myself. I am very good at it. However, this is the so-called devil's trick. It is much weaker than I thought."

After saying that, he raised his head and took another sip of the wine.

"Since you really want to see it, I will show you the real memory as a reward."

After saying that, Karl began to actively recall the dusty old things and threw them into the surface memory.

"If Kirill was still alive, would I not contact him for such a long time and let him live in such a difficult situation? Moreover, his left leg was injured, and he didn't have a wife. Really, you are so useless that you don't pay attention to any details. It seems that as long as I give your brain a random excuse, you will believe it without reservation. You are easier to fool than Eve."

God is my witness, the devil has warmed up and even broken his defense.

【Kill you! I'm going to kill you! 】

[You damn bastard, no one dares to fool the devil like this, and no one can fool him! ]

Everything in front of him seemed to be distorted. Weird and weird evil creatures appeared, with eyes that were not eyes, mouths that were not mouths. The room was covered with a sticky fungal carpet, forked tentacles were dancing, and pale and slender hands were placed on Carl.

He didn't care about such a hellish scene at all. He just lay there with his eyes half closed, looking at the monster getting closer and closer. He took another sip of the liquor, and everything disappeared in an instant.

After burping, Carl said seriously, "To be honest, maybe you can try using a beauty. I probably have no resistance to this. I like big blonde waves, as you know."

【Bitch! 】

The demon's voice was still angry, but much weaker. It was obvious that the super strong hallucination just now consumed a lot of his strength. Unfortunately, he underestimated the effect of alcohol on Carl.

"I can't bear your praise, but thank you for your strength anyway."

Carl slowly crushed the empty bottle of wine into powder and patted his left shoulder. He could feel that the little devil was inside, helpless and furious.

He originally just wanted to trick the enemy into using a basic attack, but he didn't expect the demon to use up his ultimate move. He also didn't expect that once this power was given out, the demon could never take it back.

"Man, you really look like a pure little boy."

(End of this chapter)