Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1383 The Unknown Fear (First Update)

This is a low-rise building complex with pale red walls and dark red roofs. Two Catholic churches together form the main buildings on the south and north sides of the complex. However, the Alemany Bishop's Chapel on the north side is used as the chapel for the Alemany Bishop's High School. A ceramic statue of the Virgin Mary hangs on the three glass doors on the front, embedded in the mosaic wall of the Star of David, seemingly without any concern about it falling and injuring pedestrians. However, Agent Coulson's destination is the Church of San Fernando. The walls of this church are pale yellow, and a bronze cross is embedded under the red eaves of the two-story main building. Inside, long corridors are lined with black wooden benches, oil paintings of the Passion of Christ, the Virgin Mary holding the infant Jesus, and a saint, and high red baseboards are painted with very simple vine patterns.

In addition, there's even a lifelike wax figure display depicting scenes of Spanish colonial life, complete with a realistic kitchen fireplace and a simple bed. Visitors can only observe from outside the iron railings, watching the Spanish wax figure, dressed in a red floral dress, continue working on a seemingly impossible task: preparing food. Agent Coulson curiously peered through the railings and chatted briefly with a visitor in a Google uniform. He knew Google Maps employees were photographing the building's landmarks, and he'd even seen one employee sneakily stick his camera through the railings to take a close-up photo of the Spanish wax figure when the staff weren't looking.

"This is fucking creepy," the Google employee whispered. Noticing Agent Coulson's gaze, he explained, "I'm talking about this wax figure. It has that uncanny valley effect, don't you think? I took a panoramic photo; anyone in the world can see it's like something out of a horror movie."

Agent Coulson shrugged and continued following the precise double, while preparing his usual FBI fake ID.

"Excuse me, this area is not open to visitors. This is the bishop's office..."

"I have the parish's authorization." The Precision Stand extended its hand, flashing it past the administrator. Although he was mentally prepared, what happened next still sent chills down Agent Coulson's spine. He saw the administrator's eyes visibly lose their luster, becoming dull, sluggish, and dazed. The consciousness born from the complex structure of his brain was controlled in that instant; the electrical signals in his cortex were manipulated, precisely filtering out any will not permitted by the Precision Stand. A living person had become a puppet in that instant. Agent Coulson felt he could never get used to this scene. To him, the horror far surpassed that of a gore horror movie, because this kind of fear from the unknown was what he, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, truly feared. "Now can you let us in?"

"But the bishop forbids it... but it's permissible." The administrator was completely unaware of the precise substitution's questioning and manipulation. Initially, his brain signals were still transmitting, and neurotransmitters were still being released, but then the transmission frequency of the signals changed, and the neurotransmitters became abnormal. "You have the right to go anywhere, sir." After saying this, the administrator immediately felt pleasure and relaxation, seemingly pleased that he had given up an unknown and difficult option. "It's your freedom."

The double pointed to Agent Coulson. "He's with me."

"That's your right, sir."

The Precision Stand turned to Agent Coulson, who noticed the Stand blinking in an extremely human-like manner. "Come with me, Phil Coulson. More precisely, stand next to me." The Precision Stand produced a pistol that flashed blue light, and a bright magnetic field booster coil began charging, continuously pressurizing the volatile, high-temperature plasma, testing the pressurization chamber's heat resistance. "You don't want any violence here, do you?"

Hammurabi remained by the Emperor's side, and it was the Sorority again that sent Nick Fury's fake life-model decoy out of the manor. This time, however, Diana didn't use chariots or summon armed men. Instead, she bought a coffin from a local coffin shop large enough to hold the android, ensuring it contained no information pointing to Oxfordshire, before forcibly stuffing the Life-Model Decoy inside and securing it with lids. Diana didn't care what the Life-Model Decoy thought after realizing it was just an android; she would put the coffin in a shipping container, send it on an ocean liner across the Atlantic, and eventually open a private dock in New York, where it would be taken over by New York gangsters. Fisker Wilson, aka Kingpin, had contracted the business; he held actual control of the private dock, and he could guarantee that no one could extract any information about the Emperor from him.

He could lose all the black markets for weapons on the West Coast, several casinos in Las Vegas, and the drug trafficking routes in Texas, but he couldn't lose the Emperor's trust. As long as the Emperor trusted him, no matter how dire the situation, he would have a chance to turn things around or even start over. Even the FBI's investigation into him would have irreparable flaws at the last minute—either key evidence would be lost or the person in charge would be embroiled in a scandal. The Emperor's trust was the fuse for his dangerous business, a final chance provided by his wife Vanessa through years of connections. Even though Vanessa was no longer in New York, she was still protecting him.

"We should ask Athena to hold an art salon here."

Salomon carried an empty blue fish bucket in one hand and Milia's overflowing bucket in the other, with a folding canvas chair and fishing rod tucked under his arm. Milia strode behind him, her short legs in rubber boots slapping against the floor, even bringing mud and rainwater into the hall, leaving a trail of dark boot prints on the smooth marble floor. The android maid scooped Milia up before she could even step onto the carpet. The androids weren't so polite with this girl; the maid grabbed Milia like a lamb, expertly stripping off her raincoat and boots as she thrashed about on the stairs. When the maid reached the bathroom, she tossed the struggling girl into a bath of soapy water and began scrubbing the filthy little thing with a sponge.

The maids absolutely forbid any mud-covered monkey from appearing next to their master's dining table.

Salomon shrugged as Milia's screams faded into the distance. He handed the bucket of fish to Bayonetta, the fishing rod to Joan, and continued with his suggestion. "She'd love to visit, and bring Vanessa along—that modernist abstract painter I told you about—I can understand her work, but I despise that unskilled style that completely fails to demonstrate basic painting skills."

"Okay," Bayonetta agreed, "but only your foster mother and Vanessa."

“I think they’ll definitely be interested in that sculpture.” Salomon raised an eyebrow, gesturing for the witch to look at the marble sculpture in the foyer, his reinterpretation of “Saint Teresa’s Frenzy.” The statue embodied all his lust for the witch; anyone who understood it would be stunned by the burning emotion emanating from the marble surface. “What else can represent my feelings for you?”

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