My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 135 No. 12 White Street

The streets are dirty, noisy, and filled with stench. Passers-by are hurried and malnourished.

This was Crown's first impression of the Whitechapel district, which was once and still is a ghetto in the Rhineland.

However, with the influx of large numbers of immigrants, the former ghetto has a tendency to become part of the city center.

After the beginning of spring, the municipal government began to demolish and renovate the Whitechapel District, and the first phase of the project has already started.

When Crown turned onto White Street, he suddenly stopped and Del and Nelson almost ran into him behind him.

He stood at the entrance of a crowded street, but the world in front of him changed.

The neat houses and wide and clean streets are incompatible with the dirty gray world behind them, giving people a weird feeling like flowers stuck on cow dung, which is completely out of tune.

White Street, where most of the Whitechapel district's administrative offices are concentrated.

Crown paused for a few seconds and continued to move forward.

They came to a stop in front of a gray three-story building with a black shield emblem hanging at the door. Two intersecting golden cross swords were painted on the shield.

This is his destination today, No. 12 White Street - the Seventh Precinct of the Security Bureau.

Compared to the bustling police station next door, this place is obviously much deserted.

The building was three or four meters above the ground. The three of them climbed up the stairs, pushed open the red door and entered the hall.

What came into view was a long, slightly curved table. Inside, two girls were leaning against each other and looking at something. There was a staircase behind them.

A brown-haired girl with freckles on the tip of her nose raised her head inadvertently and saw someone coming in and asked coldly:
"Did you encounter any supernatural incident? I suggest you go to the patrol station next door to fill out a description of the situation. After evaluation, they will decide whether to hand over the case to us. We do not accept such cases directly here."

The Security Bureau is a plainclothes department. The three Crouns did not wear the armor distributed by the church. They all wore ordinary linen shirts and brown trench coats. The girl had obviously misunderstood something.

Del stepped forward and said: "We are newly assigned investigators, subordinate to Captain Nick Myzon."

"New here? What are your names? I'm going to check the information. Many newcomers have signed up recently." The girl took out a pen and paper and spoke in a much gentler tone.

"Crown Moya, Del Smith, Nelson Harris", Del reported the names of the three people.

"Please wait a moment", the girl tore off the paper and turned around and went up the stairs.

Croun leaned on the table and asked another staff member wearing a light green round-necked sweater: "Why is it so deserted here and I don't see any other colleagues?"

"Haha", the girl covered her mouth and let out a clear laugh: "Are you from other places?"

"How could you tell?" Crown nodded slightly to acknowledge, "Did we make it so obvious?"

He raised the steel sword wrapped in a layer of black oilcloth and asked softly: "Is the sword being used very crude?"

"Of course that's not the reason." The girl's eyes turned into crescent moons as she smiled. "Many extraordinary beings still use these ancient weapons. They say that these cold weapons are more effective when fighting monsters in close combat. But"

At this time, the freckled girl came downstairs and said with a sweet smile:

"Hello, three gentlemen, the information is correct. Your team's lounge is room 217. Please read the Security Bureau's combat manual carefully after entering. This will be very helpful when you perform your mission."

"We will be colleagues from now on. I didn't introduce myself just now. My name is Mina, and this is Kelly. We are civilian staff in the bureau."

"Nice to meet you." Crown smiled and leaned forward, "Kelly, how did you find out that we are from out of town?"

"It's very simple." The sweater girl laughed again: "Old people all come to work through the underground passage, and they almost never use the main entrance."

Uh, okay, Crown shook his head and laughed, saying goodbye to the two girls. The three of them went up to the second floor and found their team's room.

At the door of the room, a muscular man about 1.8 meters tall was smoking a thick cigar.

The man was arranging his hair, his hair trembling like wires, and there were several deep scars around his left eye socket, as if he had been scratched by something.

Crown opened the door and entered 217. The room was divided into two rooms, inside and outside.

There is a set of brown leather sofas and a red textured beech wood coffee table outside.

The door to the inner room was open, and he saw two bunk beds inside, which seemed to be used for temporary rest.

There are two thin books scattered on the coffee table, one is called "Combat Manual" and the other is called "Material Distribution and Receipt System".

The covers of both books are very simple, without any decoration, with a few large characters printed alone, and in the center below the cover, there is a line of small words: 'Internal Information'.

Crown opened the rope of the beast bag, and Buster opened the bag with his two front paws and jumped out.

It jumped onto the sofa lightly, grabbed the back of the sofa and stretched out, making a "crackling" sound.

Crown grinned when he saw several clear claw marks left on the sofa.

Having never been a poop scooper, he had never noticed that cats could cause such damage. The tables and chairs in the room they rented were all made of wood.

He grabbed Buster by the scruff of his neck, pointed at a few claw marks and scolded him loudly.

The kitten that was caught by the lift did not dare to resist at all, blinking its big eyes and remaining motionless.

After confirming that the cat understood some of his meaning, Croun put down the cat, walked to the window, opened the window, and whistled. A blackbird circled down and let out a gentle "quack" sound in a pleasing manner.

After putting the two pets into the room, Crown picked up the "Combat Manual" and looked through it. It recorded the habits and best ways to deal with various common monsters and evil spirits.

He quickly browsed through it and closed the book. He learned all this knowledge from the church library. Although the books there did not specifically compile these things, he had some plug-ins.

The knowledge reserve of a second-level demon scholar far exceeds the content in the manual.

"Dell, do you know how to read now?" Crown turned around and asked.

"There are a lot of them. I know all the commonly used words."

"Nelson, what about you? Are you literate?"

"I only know my own name."

"Haha", Crown laughed: "Dell, read the combat manual to him. This book is still very useful."

While Del and the two were reading, he began to look through the "Material Distribution and Receipt System".

Nick opened the door and walked in, followed by the stern man who was smoking at the door just now.

"Soldiers, it's time to get to work. Bring your weapons and go to the logistics office to collect combat supplies. Let's get ready and set off at noon."

"You have business on your first day at work?" Kroun was curious about the rate of supernatural events here.

The priest nodded and said: "This is a very difficult task, rated as 'A-' level difficulty by the intelligence department. We completed it in cooperation with another team."

Nick showed a gentle smile: "Let me introduce to you, this is Jason Brown. Mr. Brown has been working on the front line for more than ten years and is one of the most senior security bureau investigators in the church."

"It's nice to meet you. I hope you will be alive on God's birthday this year." The man smiled coldly, and the claw marks in his eyes twisted like a spider lying on his stomach.

"Don't scare them, Jason," Nick said rather displeased.

"What I'm telling you is the truth, Father." Jason turned around and said, "Rookies who have not undergone rigorous training generally don't survive more than three months. The highest mortality rate is in the first few missions. To be honest, A-level missions It’s beyond the capabilities of our rookie team.”

"Two second-level transcendents can accept A-level missions, not to mention just one A-level one working with other teams."

"You want to train? I won't be a nanny. Other teams won't be a nanny for you." Jason sneered, "I'm going to prepare. Where will we meet at noon?"

"second lower floor."

"I'll come and gather on time, captain." Jason glanced at the three people in Zach Town with an inexplicable look, then turned and left.

Kroun laughed "hehe" and said, "It's still a prickly head. Do you want to find a chance to repair it?"

"No, let's see how he performs during the mission." Nick shook his head helplessly:
"This Jason is said to have reached the pinnacle of Level [-] strength. He has rich experience and is an elite. He was probably unwilling to be sent over by Fanny."

"Your Excellency Sith cares too much about you," Crown nodded inconspicuously. He would be unhappy if his team, with which he had a tacit understanding of cooperation, were suddenly transferred to a newly formed rookie team.

"In the past few years after I left, they said that the city had undergone strange changes, so she wanted to bring me an experienced helper, but this helper seemed very arrogant."

Nick turned around: "Let's go and get the supplies. Let's talk while walking."

. . . .

The steam locomotive was traveling rapidly in the underground passage. The second underground floor was an exclusive passage for special departments, and there were no ordinary pedestrians inside.

This is a tractor-trailer with a hood and a hood. Inside the hood, Crown's team is sitting on one side, and people from another team are sitting on the opposite side. The two captains are sitting near the front of the vehicle.

Each combat team of the Security Bureau consists of five people, one captain and four team members.

There were two people from the opposing team driving in front, and now two women and one man were sitting.

"This is a new type of trailer designed by the Mechanical Research Institute. I originally thought Captain Nick would choose to ride a horse to reach the mission location."

The speaker was a woman with long fiery red hair. She was wearing a black trench coat and black high leather boots. The trench coat was opened, revealing the black tight leather jacket underneath, which outlined her hot body curves.

The woman carried two gun holsters on each waist, and two handles wrapped with black silk thread were exposed on the inside of the leather boots.

She has a delicate oval face and a pair of burgundy eyes.She bit her teeth and moved her head gently, giving people a wild sense of power.

"Captain Liya is joking. If there are more suitable tools, of course I have to use them. If it is more suitable for riding a horse, I will definitely not ride a motorcycle."

"I like you, Captain Nick. You're not like those antique priests who only follow the old rules. It would be better if you didn't wear this bright but impractical armor."

Liya laughed "haha". She took out a silver metal box from her windbreaker pocket, popped open the small round lid, and flicked her right hand to her mouth.

A cigarette with white rolled paper flew out and landed on the beautiful woman's mouth. She held it in her mouth. She flicked her left index finger and the flame lit up from her fingertips.

Lighting the cigarette, Liya took a deep breath and leaned back. She slightly opened her red lips and blew out a few smoke rings.

Crown smelled a faint smell of mint in the air.

"Guys across the way, do you want one?" Liya raised the cigarette case in her hand.

Nick and others shook their heads, while Jason took out a cigar: "I smoke this one, it's more exciting." After saying that, he took out a match and lit the cigar. Smoke suddenly filled the caravan, and Nick coughed uncomfortably. Twice.

After a while, Crown felt the light suddenly brighten, and the tractor-trailer drove out of the long underground passage.

The vehicle drove for another half an hour before suddenly speeding up and running wildly. Sometimes everyone was almost thrown up by the bumps.

Liya grabbed a hanging rope and raised her head towards Nick: "Help pull down the rope on your side and we will raise the tarp."

The two of them worked hard together to pull the tent open, allowing the sun to shine in and the wind to join in the fun.

"In the wild, there are always some mindless beasts or monsters attacking us. We have to keep our field of vision wide enough," the beauty captain explained.

"Yoho." The man in the brown coat in the female captain's team stood up and let out an excited howl.

He grabbed the welded iron frame of the car with one hand and took out a pistol with the other hand.

Occasionally some crazy beasts rushed out on the roadside, but he shot them all down.

When Kroun saw the opponent's movements, he also became energetic. It was a good way to practice shooting on a speeding motorcycle.

Among the combat supplies received by several people, each person was issued 30 rounds of pistol bullets and 10 rounds of rifle bullets. As new members, they also received a pistol and a rifle like a carbine.

He took out his pistol, which he had not used for a long time, loaded it and started shooting.

Crown tried shooting at trees, and after discovering that it could also increase his proficiency, he began to let himself go, shoot continuously, then load bullets and continue shooting.

He aimed at the distant grass blades and small branches, and his proficiency in shooting skills began to increase little by little.

No one used the bullets distributed by Nick and others, so he used them for practice.

"Hey, brother. I think you can't hit a beast for a long time, why don't you sell me the bullets?" The man opposite observed Crown for a while.

"No, I'll use it for practice."

The man bared his teeth and cursed, "What a waste."

Crown narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person, who stared back without any sign of weakness.

"Friends opposite, don't mind. Lucas is a spirit master. His emotions are sometimes violent, but there is actually no malice."

Liya explained with a smile, "Captain Nick, I didn't expect that your team members also use guns. You are really an enlightened captain. Many church pastors disdain guns."

The priest laughed "hehe". He used to be disdainful of firearms, but now he has changed slightly.

The main reason was that Fanny told him that the Warlock Brotherhood had recently developed a highly explosive bullet that could penetrate the muscle tissue of a werewolf. This kind of bullet already posed a certain degree of threat to second-level extraordinary beings.

After hearing Liya's words, Crown looked at the other man up and down more carefully.

"Boy, what are you looking at?" Lucas yelled angrily.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen a spirit master before, so I'm just curious."

"I've never seen a spirit master, are you kidding me?" The look on Lucas's face immediately became fierce, and he felt that the other party was entertaining him.

Nick shouted: "Crown is a warrior I brought out from the remote Zac Town. He has indeed never seen a spirit master. I can guarantee this."

"So that's it. This town is really remote. Lucas, calm down," Liya also shouted at her team members.

. . . .

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the tractor-trailer stopped at the target area, and Crown was still a little unfinished.

[Shooting: 1901/5000; Level [-]]

If you don't hold on tightly on a speeding car, you can throw people out. You can't practice with the carbine. He only has six bullets left in the pistol. The good news is that his shooting proficiency has increased by more than 300 points.

There was an ample supply of bullets in Rhine City. When this mission was over, he was going to push this skill to its limit when he returned.

Crown jumped off the tractor-trailer and looked at the desolate castle on the hill in the distance where the sun was setting.

The setting sun was blocked by the towering Gothic tower of the castle, and the mottled stone bricks were smeared with scarlet blood.

There seemed to be a layer of fog covering the sky above the castle, and there were some vague shadows that could not be seen clearly.

Nick jumped out of the car and pointed at the castle and said: "That is the target of our investigation this time - Bran Castle, which was abandoned many years ago.

The city government chose this place as a residential area and sent a team from the Security Bureau to investigate. Among the five people, only the captain of the second-level transcendent survived. "

Liya came over: "Set up camp first, discuss the action plan at night, and start exploring tomorrow."

"Captain, I'm going out to look for some edible game," Lucas said, holding the gun.

"Go ahead," Liya waved.

"Crown, do you want to go out and play?" the priest asked.

"That's what I meant." Crown put down his backpack and bow and arrows, opened the backpack, and Fujin shook it out and landed on his shoulder as if he was drunk.

He picked up the star-patterned steel sword and carbine, picked up the rifle bullet bag, and chose to leave in the opposite direction to Lucas.

For him, hunting is not the goal, liver proficiency is the real thing.

"Is he going to compete with Lucas?" Liya said with a vague smile on her face, "Lucas's ability to control spirits is very helpful for shooting. His marksmanship is even better in the seventh precinct. It’s one of the best.”

She glanced at the backpack items left by Kroon: "He can also shoot archery, he has a wide range of interests!"

"My lord is very good at bows and arrows and shooting," Del said unconvinced.

"Captain Nick, why don't you have some fun and make a bet on who is stronger?"

"How to bet?" Nick asked. He had not seen Crown use the gun several times, so he was not very confident, but he could not weaken his own momentum.

"In terms of quantity, whoever has more prey wins. Lucas will only pick up edible prey, and your team members took advantage."

"What a coincidence, Croun will only bring back edible prey. We don't need to take advantage of you. What's the prize?"

"It's a small gamble. I'll be the banker. I can use gold shields or spirit coins. If you beat Lucas, you'll pay three to one. If you beat Lucas, you'll win. How about three to one? The maximum limit is three gold spirit coins."

"I and I will bet on Crown to win with a gold spirit coin." Nick took out a gold spirit coin and threw it to Liya.

"It's great! The market is open. The market is open. Is there anyone who wants to place a bet?"

"I bet on Lucas to win, twelve gold shields."

"I bet on Lucas to win, nine gold shields."

Lucas' teammates all pushed him to win.At this time, Jason stood up and said, "I'll join in the fun. With three gold spirit coins, I can beat Lucas."

"Are you trying to win the priest's money back?" Liya raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "No problem, if you don't lose, someone will win the money back."

Nick glanced at Del: "Don't you have confidence in Crown? Why don't you place a bet?"

"I have no money," Del said with shame on his face. He only had more than ten silver coins, which he left to Janice.

His voice was very small, but it was still heard by Liya. The beautiful captain burst into laughter: "Captain Nick doesn't care enough about his team members. They don't even have money for entertainment?!"

The priest took out two gold spirit coins and threw them to Del: "I'll lend them to you two. It's up to you whether you bet on them or not."

Del took the gold spirit coin and handed one to Nelson. He stepped forward and handed it to Liya: "I will win over Lord Crown."

He has blind worship and trust in Crown.

Nelson put the gold spirit coin in his hand and rubbed it, and secretly glanced at the priest with some embarrassment.

He had carefully observed Crown's shooting skills. There were several times when wild beasts ran past the car not far away but were not killed. On the other hand, Lucas's gun never missed.

Liya took the gold spirit coin and shouted: "Hey, you are the only one left, do you want to participate?"

Nelson gritted his teeth and stepped forward and whispered: "I bet ten gold shields that Lucas will win."

"Okay, discerning." Liya's smile became even bigger, while Nick's face turned a little livid.

"Bang", "bang", "croak"

Intermittent gunshots and crows were heard, and people beside the tractor-trailer built a bonfire, and smoke rose.

Nick unconsciously clenched his fists as he listened to the more intensive gunshots coming from the direction Crown left.

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, Lucas walked back.His teammates quickly surrounded him and took down the two turtle doves hanging from his neck and the gray rabbit he was holding in his hand.

"What's going on today?" he said flattered.

"Boy, when we win the money, I'll treat you to a drink."

"What, what are you betting on me for?" Lucas immediately understood. When working as an investigator, he dealt with all kinds of monsters and evil spirits, and the casualty rate was not low. Everyone usually did some recreational activities to relax their stress.

"Lucas harvested three prey without deformities," Leah shouted.

"Quack", "bang bang", there are still birds chirping and gunshots coming from the distance.

The tarpaulin of the trailer was pulled up, and six oil lamps were lit on the front and sides of the vehicle.With the car as the center of the circle, sprinkle a circle of insect repellent powder.

Along this circle, six oil lamps are also placed to dispel the gray fog at night.

Outside the car, each team set up two tents.

Crane returned to the camp at the tail end of the setting sun. Del rushed up to him immediately after seeing him. The blacksmith in the small town had never owed so much debt to anyone. If he lost, he didn't know how long it would take to pay it off.

　I’ll update one chapter first, and another chapter in 4K will be uploaded later, before eight o’clock.

　　
　
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