Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

"Didn't you find any spiritual anomalies?" Elliott suppressed his doubts and asked directly.

"no."

Chris answered crisply and without the slightest hesitation, "I did not use my spiritual senses to perceive the situation inside the carriage at that time."

At the time of the incident, he didn't think much about the people in the carriage.

The out-of-control carriage came rushing towards him, and his attention was almost entirely focused on the two startled horses with their front hooves raised.

As for recklessly extending one's spiritual perception of the surroundings, in his view, it is the most reckless act that would easily expose the identity of an extraordinary being.

He has always been extremely cautious in this regard.

Chris has only truly entered this extraordinary realm of the world a few days ago.

He knew too many rules and too many secrets, so he could only be careful in everything he did and be cautious in every step he took, so as not to cause himself any unnecessary trouble.

"However, I did notice that the two horses pulling the carriage seemed a bit off." Chris paused before continuing.

"What's wrong?"

Elliott immediately pressed for more information, leaning forward a few more times.

"My eyes are a little red, it's an abnormal redness from bloodshot eyes."

Chris glanced slightly to the upper right, carefully recalling the scene, and spoke each word clearly.

"And their breathing was very rapid and abnormally heavy, not like they were simply startled."

Upon hearing this, Elliott's gaze sharpened slightly, and his once again keen eyes swept across Chris's face as if judging whether the other was lying.

A few seconds later, he looked away, lowered his eyes to the dark red coffee table in front of him, and his brain started working at lightning speed.

His fingertips unconsciously and rapidly rubbed the polished silver coin on his left hand, a habit he had when deep in thought.

Chris's answer was of almost no practical use to the case he was handling.

But the questioning itself was never his real purpose.

As the conversation progressed, his doubts not only did not decrease, but instead accumulated more and more.

And that's exactly what Elliott wanted.

Only when he is surrounded by layers of mist can his holy path abilities be fully unleashed.

The reason he was able to pinpoint Chris among dozens of people at the party was because of his unique Holy Path ability.

Now, in order to uncover deeper clues through Chris, a key figure, he still chooses to rely on his own abilities rather than the interrogation techniques that ordinary detectives have used for hundreds of years.

Chris, sitting opposite, watched Elliot suddenly fall silent and not utter a word, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the silver coin in Elliot's left hand that he was constantly rubbing.

The coin's markings have been worn away, clearly indicating that its owner had kept it with him and handled it repeatedly over the years.

The other person seemed to really enjoy rubbing the coin while thinking.

Chris was lost in thought when his fingertips unconsciously touched the inconspicuous guardian ring on his left little finger. The cool, smooth touch eased his tense nerves a little.

Just then, Chris suddenly realized that his gaze toward Elliott had become somewhat blurred.

The scene before me was as if veiled by a very light gray gauze, even blurring the outline of the other person.

He squinted sharply, focused his mind, and the eerie mist vanished instantly.

But Elliott in front of him still gave him a vague and unfathomable feeling.

Chris immediately had a guess: the fleeting gray mist he had just seen was probably not an illusion.

Right now, right under his nose, the other party is using some extraordinary ability.

At this thought, Chris's back tensed instantly, he sat up slightly, and stared warily at Elliott across from him.

With fingertips resting on the Guardian Ring, the protection could be activated at any time, and the power of the Wind Avatar Holy Path was already circulating within his body, ready to be unleashed.

To be on the safe side, Chris activated his spiritual vision without hesitation.

The moment Chris activated his spiritual vision, the world he saw changed slightly.

The faint gray mist surrounding Elliott reappeared, and it was several times denser than when it had been glimpsed just moments before.

The gray mist flowed slowly as if it were alive, completely enveloping Elliott and preventing him from prying into its depths.

Within the silent barrier, time seemed to stretch out.

A moment later, a crisp, metallic sound suddenly rang out.

It was the sound of a coin being flicked away from Elliott's fingertip.

With that soft sound, the gray mist swirling around Elliott suddenly trembled violently, then slowly dissipated without a trace.

Under Chris's watchful gaze, Elliott slowly raised his head, meeting his wary eyes.

The coin had already fallen back into Elliott's hands.

He had clearly noticed Chris's activated spiritual vision, and he suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile:

"Mr. Chris, there's no need to be nervous."

After saying this, Elliott raised his hand and pressed his temples with his fingers, exhaled heavily, his originally straight back slumped slightly, and his face showed undisguised fatigue, even the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.

Chris looked at the other person with some confusion.

Judging from the other party's exhausted appearance, Chris could roughly guess that the extraordinary methods Elliott had just used had consumed a huge amount of the other party's spiritual energy.

For the extraordinary, spirituality is the foundation of everything, something vital to life itself.

Faced with an extraordinary individual whose spiritual energy was greatly depleted, Chris's high level of vigilance lessened slightly.

At this moment, he actually started to look forward to it, wanting to see what else Elliott would ask next.

After all, the other party had clearly promised him a reward of ten gold crowns.

Chris felt a bit cheated to receive ten gold crowns simply by answering a few questions, and he felt rather embarrassed.

"Mr. Chris just went to the woods behind the villa, didn't he?"

Elliott rested for a few seconds, still leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples, before suddenly speaking again. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

Chris's body stiffened slightly for a moment, and even his breathing paused for a beat.

He clearly remembered that after Elliott arrived at the party, apart from a brief exchange with Officer Riley, he spent the rest of the time alone by the porch of the villa, quietly observing the scene without interacting with anyone else.

Logically speaking, the other party shouldn't have known that he/she had been to the woods.

But then he thought again, the other party was a detective hired by Duke Rockwell.

It's likely that the other party obtained a lot of information about this accident from the Duke before they arrived.

But would this information include something as small as helping Miss Constance find her cat in the woods?

Chris's heart sank slightly. Suppressing the turmoil within him, he remained calm and simply replied, "Yes, I have."

Upon receiving Chris's affirmative answer, Elliot showed no surprise and continued to press, "To do what?"

"To help Miss Constance find her lost little black tower," Chris answered truthfully, without hiding anything.

"Little Black Tower...you mean that black cat with the silver bell around its neck, right?" Elliott answered very quickly, clearly having done his homework beforehand.

"Mm." Chris nodded.

"Did you find the little black tower in the woods?" Elliott's gaze remained fixed on Chris as he continued to press for answers.

"No." Chris shook his head.

"So what did you find?"

When Eliot asked this question, he suddenly paused.

He sat up straight again, lowered his hand from his temple, and looked directly at Chris. In his tired eyes, besides inquiry, there was also a hint of expectation hidden deep within.

"What did you find...?"

Chris lowered his gaze and softly repeated the other person's question in a voice only he could hear.

He had some doubts and didn't know how to answer.

The experience of the maze is a secret that must never be told to anyone.

He could have easily said that he hadn't found anything, got lost in the woods, and eventually returned with the help of a servant.

But as the words were about to come out, Chris felt that such a perfunctory answer would not do justice to the ten gold crowns he was owed.

Even though he has stepped into the extraordinary realm, Chris, who has lived two lives, still retains the most basic bottom line and conscience of an ordinary person.

But if Chris were to tell Elliot about the maze, he couldn't help but worry.

As a detective, if Elliott were to actually turn around and go to investigate that forest, or if he were to accidentally stumble into that maze, without his luck, he would probably have a hard time dealing with the situation inside.

After a few seconds of silence, Chris looked up at Elliott, pondered for a moment, and then asked solemnly, "May I ask, Detective Elliott, which sacred path do you walk?"

Upon hearing this, Elliott's relaxed expression instantly vanished, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he stared intently at Chris without answering.

Seeing this, Chris understood the other party's concerns.

The path to sainthood for the extraordinary is their greatest trump card, which they would never easily reveal to strangers.

"Then let's ask another question."

Chris met Elliot's gaze and continued, "Detective Elliot, you're also a spirit user, aren't you?"

Elliott stared intently into Chris's eyes, but he saw no hint of jest or probing in those clear eyes.

Before he could answer, Chris spoke again, his tone calm: "I have a suggestion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chris took out the deck of cards, which was carefully wrapped in thick kraft paper, from his suit pocket.

He gently unfolded the parchment and carefully placed the deck of cards on the dark red coffee table between the two of them.

"I'll do a divination for Detective Eliot."

Chris raised his head slightly and looked at Elliott again, his tone carrying a hint of confidence.

"How about we consider the ten gold crowns you promised as payment for this astrology session?"