Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 88 Relics and Poisoning (2/5)

"No," Hex replied directly, and was about to close the door.

The bald man squeezed through the doorway and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Adelia!"

"We are Second Class Constables from the 3rd Precinct of the Newcastle Police Department."

"We've been working together to investigate a long-standing cold case!"

"In the past five years, more than 300 children and women have died under mysterious circumstances in Newcastle."

"If we also include the fifth district, which was quarantined and abandoned, the number of missing persons is difficult to count."

Hextech's expression was indifferent, and his tone was detached: "Sorry, this has nothing to do with me."

"This concerns Carl's murder!" The bald officer quickly blocked Hex's door from closing as he hurriedly explained.

"Your brother Karl investigated this case with us."

"He was a rare good man, born into nobility, yet possessing a compassionate heart!"

"We suspect that his death is related to this major disappearance case."

Hextech only wanted to stay peacefully for three days, and didn't want to get involved in the Edria family's trivial matters, much less get involved in any case with Karls.

Without any hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked the bald policeman's foot hard.

Bald-headed police officer Martin felt as if he had been hit hard by a giant elephant, and he staggered backward.

Hex then slammed the door shut with a loud "bang".

Outside the door, Martin was clutching his foot, wincing in pain. The disheveled, bearded Rust, his face ashen, was about to force his way in when Martin grabbed him tightly.

"Are you crazy?" Martin asked in a low voice.

"He knows the inside story, otherwise he wouldn't be so hostile towards us," Rust said.

Passersby were already peering curiously outside the door, so Martin quickly pulled him along.

"This is the private property of the Adriatic family. We've already used up all the goodwill we had left to get in here, so don't cause trouble!"

The two walked into the street, Rust's face full of resentment: "The truth was right in front of us, why did we leave?"

Martin sighed helplessly, "Can't you tell?"

"He has already inherited the place at Karls Theological Seminary and will be a big shot in London from now on. He has no intention of getting involved in this matter."

"I don't care about any big shots, and I don't want to curry favor with the powerful." Last's tone was cold and stubborn.

"I just want to find the evidence Karl left behind and find out the truth."

Martin looked at his partner's stubborn appearance and felt utterly helpless: "Wake up."

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"The fact that even a direct descendant of Adriatic like Kars died tragically is enough to show that there are dark secrets behind this case of missing children and women that we can't even touch."

"We can't handle them!"

Last's eyes grew even more determined: "Karls' death proves that we have found the key truth. Those people were afraid, which is why they did not hesitate to silence him."

Martin shook his head, looking exhausted and fearful. "Let's stop here, Rust."

"The trail has gone cold, and nobody's willing to help us."

"I have a family and children; there's no need for me to risk my life."

"Just pretend you never saw these things, and forget everything."

"Forget it?" Rust stared at him.

"Can you forget the bodies of those children?"

"Can you forget the horrific sight of them being tortured until they were emaciated and stuck to their mattresses?"

"Can we forget those poor children who were abused, covered in maggots, and desperately pleading for help before they died?"

With each question Rust asked, Martin's face grew paler.

After a long silence, Martin smiled bitterly and said, "I can't forget it."

"But I can choose not to look at it."

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"Not a hero."

After saying that, Martin turned and left, his limp giving way. After a few steps, he looked back at Rust, who stood there like a statue, his voice tinged with lingering fear: "I have a feeling that if we continue this investigation, we'll be the next ones to die. We really should stop."

Last didn't reply, his eyes swirling with cold anger as he watched his partner's retreating figure, gritting his teeth and remaining silent.

Inside the room, Hex was speechless at the entanglement between the two.

He lay back on the bed, his gaze falling on the wooden box that Andrei had brought.

With nothing else to do, I decided to open the box and look through Karls's belongings.

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The contents of the box were simple: an old pocket watch, a thick notebook with a cross pattern on the cover, a rusty old-fashioned fountain pen, and a dark gold cross.

Hex raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed the United Front's intelligence was correct; Jackson was indeed poor, disciplined, and devout. These simple possessions were completely unlike what one would expect from a direct descendant of a large family.

He suddenly remembered what the two detectives had said earlier. Could the evidence for the missing person case really be hidden in these relics?

Hex casually flipped through his notebook, which was mostly filled with his understanding and insights into church doctrines and scriptures, as well as notes on pastors' sermons. Between the lines, Jackson's compassion for the suffering of the underprivileged and his dissatisfaction with the current decline of the church were evident.

His diary often mentions that he would go to the most chaotic Fifth Slum to pray and preach for the underprivileged and spread the comfort of faith.

Hextech was just casually browsing through things, but as I looked at it, I gradually became engrossed.

These texts are not just dry interpretations of scriptures, but more like a detailed social survey report.

He vividly portrayed the class divisions and hardships of ordinary people in this world, which also gave him a more comprehensive understanding of the worldview of hell's invasion.

Before we knew it, night had fallen.

Hex didn't realize he'd been watching for over two hours until there was a gentle knock on the door.

He closed his notebook and opened the door; a servant brought him dinner. After taking the food, Hex ate while continuing to read the rest of his diary.

After reading the entire document, I couldn't find any evidence of crime mentioned by the two detectives. The names of Rust and Martin were only briefly mentioned in a few places, saying that they were investigating a major case, and his speculations and concerns about the case were also mentioned, but there was no other record.

Think about it too.

If there were truly incriminating evidence, Anred would have discovered it long ago when sorting through his belongings, and wouldn't have handed it over to me untouched.

However, he finally understood why a promising seminary student would get involved in a police investigation.

Given Karls' kind and devout nature, he would not stand idly by and watch evil go unpunished.

But none of this has anything to do with Hextech.

He was leaving for London in three days and didn't need to get involved in these entanglements.

He's not a savior.

Hex put down his laptop, glanced at his status bar unintentionally, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

I don't know when, but a debuff appeared on the status bar.

[Poisoning]

My health has been silently reduced by more than fifty points, and it continues to slowly drop.

Although he has nearly 200,000 HP, this amount of poisoning loss is negligible.

But he still became alert.

Someone secretly poisoned him.