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Ugh!!

The western train, trailing thick black smoke, burst forth from the encirclement of the chimera pterosaurs.

Inside the carriages, the endless rows of corpses made the entire train resemble a living hell—human, pterosaur…

The pervasive stench of blood, coupled with extreme fear, caused the saleswoman to collapse to the ground, unsure of where to hide.

"Hmm..."

On the chair behind her, a chimera pterosaur, its upper body severed and now only half remaining, was still alive.

It let out a strange cry, used its sharp claws to prop itself up, and pounced on the unsuspecting saleswoman, knocking her to the ground.

"Ahhh, help!"

She was just an ordinary person, and she was so frightened that she screamed.

"call out!"

A long knife was thrown from the back of the carriage, instantly pinning the chimera pterosaur's head and upper body to the carriage.

"ah...!"

The saleswoman was so frightened that she lost her voice.

She looked behind her shakily and realized that the one who threw the knife was Mo Lan, who had just patronized her business.

The man, his trench coat splattered with the dark red blood of a chimera pterosaur, approached the saleswoman, drew his knife, and extended his hand to her.

"Sorry, I didn't expect there to be one who slipped through the net."

"Thanks..."

The saleswoman grabbed Mo Lan's hand and slowly stood up.

By this time, the chimera pterosaurs that had rushed into the train had all been eliminated by the players. The casualties were not many, but there were still a few.

Mo Lan looked at the dead players with some curiosity, so she returned to her carriage and asked A Qiu beside her:

"Can I touch the player's corpse? See if there's anything good?"

A Qiu shook his head: "After a player dies, all items will be recycled by the game of fate, unless they are special items and equipment obtained in the dungeon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodies of the dead players gradually turned into countless black dust particles and dissipated into the world.

"What a pity."

Mo Lan sighed.

At this moment, the terrified saleswoman finally calmed down, walked over, and sincerely thanked Mo Lan:

"Thank God I met you, otherwise I would have become food for those monsters."

As she spoke, she took out Mo Lan's hundred-pound note from her bosom, intending to return it to Mo Lan: "Um, you don't seem to be ordinary people, I don't think I should take your money."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan smiled and pushed the money back: "No need to be so nervous, Miss. It's just a small thing, something we should do."

"But judging from what you just said, are there other extraordinary individuals here?"

The saleswoman nodded: "Actually, some time ago, the state government hired a team of witch hunters to wipe out the cult that was entrenched in Blackwater Town."

"I've heard that those demon hunters possess power comparable to Van Helsing, enough to kill any demon."

"But the outcome wasn't good. Although the cult stopped acting so openly, the Witcher team never came back."

At this point, the saleswoman looked at the corpse on the ground with lingering fear: "To be honest, before today, I always thought that demons were just a legend."

"Thank God..."

She began a series of prayers.

Soon, the train conductor's announcement came over the loudspeaker:

"Dear passengers, we apologize, but due to the recent monster attack, the power unit has been damaged. Our train will be temporarily stopped at Blackwater Station for repairs."

The overburdened train, billowing black smoke, gradually approached the small town situated on the brownish-yellow Gobi Desert.

"What a classic horror movie plot!"

Mo Lan leaned against the window with her back to it, enjoying the evening breeze.

Ah Qiu pressed his hat down over his head to keep it from being blown away by the wind, and said nervously, "The most difficult part of the dungeon is about to begin..."

Ugh!!

With the sound of a train whistle, the train, loaded with the bodies of the chimeras, came to a stop at the Blackwater town's train station.

It's called a train station, but in reality, it's just a small ticket booth and an old platform made of piled stones.

It is clear that this is just a small station on the western railway, and it may not even stop here normally.

After the train came to a complete stop, the players disembarked one after another, some alone and others in groups of two or three.

Bart, who had previously made harsh remarks to Han Jiang, has disappeared without a trace, and it seems they want to seize the initiative.

After Mo Lan stepped onto the platform, his mission guidance was refreshed.

[Instance Guide: With your daughter's life at stake, the Prime Minister has not only assigned you, a detective, to investigate in Blackwater, but has also temporarily contacted the undercover exorcist located there.]

Head to the Sparrow Tavern and meet her; you might get more clues.

Han Jiang and A Qiu also received different mission guidance at the same time.

So before splitting up, Han Jiang suggested, "How about we set a time to exchange intelligence, meeting at 2:30 AM every day in the town center square?"

Mo Lan: "No problem."

Ah Qiu nodded: "I will try my best not to be late."

The three then separated.

Mo Lan watched their figures disappear into the street, put her hat back on, and turned to walk towards the Sparrow Tavern in the north of town.

Just like its name suggests, this bar is really tiny, with only an L-shaped bar counter and a row of seats.

When Mo Lan pushed open the door and entered, there were a few coal miners sitting scattered around the tavern, who had just finished their shift.

Their dinner consisted of a plate of fried chicken and potatoes in sauce, along with the town's homemade rum.

The arrival of Mo Lan, an outsider, naturally attracted their attention.

In a small workers' tavern at the end of an alley like this, it's rare to find someone as well-dressed as Mo Lan.

The boy who entered was wearing a brown trench coat. Although there were some congealed bloodstains on the cuffs and the edges of his shoes, the finely made clothes looked expensive no matter how you looked at them.

"Hey, you! Kid over there, this isn't a place for you."

A drunken coal miner, smoking a cheap cigarette, waved at Mo Lan:

"If you're looking for the legendary treasure, I suggest you go somewhere else, to the port city further ahead. Blackwater Town isn't suitable for your antics!"

Someone raised their glass:

"Kevin's right. A young nobleman like you, left alone, might get devoured by those lunatics until there's nothing left but bones!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The tavern was immediately filled with joyful laughter.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan showed no anger, but simply smiled slightly at them: "Thank you for reminding me, but I'm here to see the landlady."

It was only then that the workers in the tavern smelled an unusually pungent odor of blood on him, and their expressions immediately changed.

This guy... doesn't seem like an ordinary person!

Upon closer inspection, Mo Lan's clothes were stained with blood of unknown origin.

Miners who work in mines year-round are exceptionally sensitive to changes in the smell of the air, which is how they survive multiple collapses.

Someone quickly shouted:

"Boss lady! Adele! Someone's looking for you! Judging by her clothes, she looks like a Victorian!"

"Have him come to the second floor."

An impatient voice came from upstairs.

Excuse me.

Amidst the wary and vigilant gazes of the workers, Mo Lan calmly walked through them and went up to the second floor.

The second floor is also not very big; it consists of one room and one balcony.

On the balcony, a woman in a white shirt with burgundy hair was smoking, saying without turning her head:

"You're Lan Meng? That legendary, mysterious detective who enjoys the Prime Minister's deepest trust?"

Each player's code name can be changed before entering the dungeon; Mo Lan used the code name Lan Meng.

After listening to Adela's words, Mo Lan slowly shook his head: "I'm not that famous. This time, I was commissioned by the Prime Minister to investigate the kidnapping of his daughter. I can hardly move an inch by myself, so I need your help as an exorcist."

Adela, cigarette dangling from her lips, turned to look at Mo Lan, narrowing her eyes.

"Hmm...she is quite cute, and younger than I imagined."

Mo Lan also took the opportunity to see the other party clearly.

Adela Bell, who works at the British Armed Exorcism Headquarters, is said to be one of the best in the world.

"I didn't find much information about the kidnapping of the Prime Minister's daughter, but I did find out the details."

Adela revealed some information to Moran.

Three years ago, a foreign cult intercepted a papal transport ship belonging to the Kingdom of Victoria on the North Atlantic shipping route.

On that ship was an ancient relic that had just been unearthed from South America.

After the incident, the Vatican was furious and began a large-scale investigation into the cult known as the "Shadow Church," eventually tracing its origins to Blackwater.

Because it is not native to the Americas, and the southwestern part of the Americas is notorious for being a lawless land and a paradise for the most vicious people.

Therefore, the Vatican first sent Adela to Blackwater in the hope of finding clues about the relics.

But unexpectedly, three years later, this cult dared to take a second risk and kidnap the prime minister's daughter from the Kingdom of Gaul.

Therefore, the Prime Minister bypassed the Vatican and went directly to Moran, a mysterious detective renowned in the foggy city, hoping he could find his daughter.

As for why the Prime Minister didn't directly order the Vatican to rescue the people, we have to mention the cumbersome institutions and government procedures of the Kingdom of Victoria.

Although its structure is bulky, it's also inefficient.

In short, as prime minister, he was actually completely incapable of commanding the Papacy.

The Vatican, not wanting to disrupt its plans, kept delaying the process.