Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Luo Zhen smiled and said after taking the documents handed to him by Qianhu.

After finishing her work, Chito quietly left the office, closing the door behind her.

Throughout the entire process, I made a great effort to control my gaze and did not see anything I shouldn't have seen.

After receiving the document, Luo Zhen opened it and read it very carefully for a while.

Then.........

Hmm, I still don't understand.

No matter when, Luo Zhen would look at these research reports as if they were gibberish.

In particular, Dr. Jane's writing style has a somewhat unrestrained and free-spirited feel.

It's not that I'm completely clueless, but it feels like I'm reading text from another dimension.

Keep this file safe, as you will need to upload it later.

Luo Zhen looked at the report in his hand.

Chiba did not find peace after Bluebeard's death.

However, various abnormal events still occur.

As the security consultant for the Japanese branch, Luo Zhen had an even larger pile of documents to handle.

Some of the information concerned him greatly.

The moment I saw those documents, I suddenly had a strange feeling.

This document seems to be very important.

Luo Zhen, who always trusted his intuition, decisively pulled out the document.

Chapter 1160 The murderer was extremely cruel

On a stretch of sea off Izu, Japan, two hardworking fishermen are carrying out their fishing work.

This family has lived by the sea for generations and made a living by fishing.

These two brothers also have their own set of tips for fishing.

At the same time, the family also has a very sophisticated fishing technique.

When the harvest is good, they use normal fishing methods, but when the harvest is bad, they resort to the secret techniques left by their kind old father.

"The harvest isn't good today, brother."

"Yes, little brother."

The two men, who looked about 70% alike, exchanged a glance.

Perhaps because they are twins, they were able to guess each other's thoughts with remarkable understanding.

They turned around simultaneously and rummaged through the junk boxes behind them.

Many years ago, probably during their grandfather's time.

One day, the old man, who made his living by fishing, suddenly realized that if the fish harvest was not good, it was probably because he did not have enough reverence for the god of the sea.

As long as they offer sacrifices with sincere hearts, the god of the sea will reward them satisfactorily.

That's what the old man said, and he passed on his insights into the worship of the sea god and the requirements for sacrificial items to his descendants.

After searching around, the two brothers found the items needed to worship the sea god.

After a simple prayer, the two devoutly offered a sacrifice—a dynamite pack—to the god of the sea.

Accompanied by what could be the roar of the ocean god or simply the explosion of explosives, a large number of fish rose to the surface.

"As expected, the God of the Ocean will not be stingy as long as one is sincere in one's heart, brother."

"Yes, little brother."

The two brothers, while catching fish, remarked on this.

But as they continued fishing, the two noticed something was amiss.

"Brother, is this thing a fish too?"

"I don't think so, little brother."

"I think so too, brother."

Looking at this monster, which barely resembled a human but was covered in fish scales and had a fish head with bulging eyes.

The two brothers fell silent.

This thing doesn't look like a fish at all.

Are the rewards from the God of the Ocean really this random?

Looking at the two silent brothers.

This creature, which completely shattered normal people's beautiful fantasies about fish-men or mermaids, grinned.

His sharp teeth, covered in yellow tartar, were exposed, and an indescribable stench emanated from them.

Only then did the two brothers snap out of their daze and begin searching for weapons to deal with this guy who looked like he was not to be trifled with.

The older brother pulled out a crudely made pistol from under the deck of the ship's cabin, while the younger brother pulled out a harpoon from the warehouse that looked more like a weapon than a fishing tackle.

Don't ask these two why they have such a thing.

Our family has always been like this.

Moreover, it's not surprising that someone who can get their hands on explosives could also get their hands on this kind of thing.

With their confidence boosted after acquiring the weapon, the two looked at the monster that had already jumped onto the deck and decided to take it back as a trophy.

While we're at it, we'll also try to extort some money from the Japanese government.

Look at this, it's the product of your careless dumping of nuclear wastewater.

Either give us money, or we'll give this thing to the media.

So, the two brothers confidently went for it.

I'm preparing to add a brilliant chapter to my resume.

Two days later——

"It's really tragic."

On the fishing boat, a police officer investigating the scene instinctively covered his mouth and nose as he spoke.

The smell of dead fish mixed with the smell of blood was quite a moving combination.

It's not that it stank, but rather that a normal person would vomit immediately upon smelling it.

And how to describe the situation on site?

After inspecting the scene, the police officers were absolutely certain that the murderer was an extremely violent psychopath.

The methods were extremely cruel, and the scene was quite gruesome.

Even as a veteran detective with many years of experience, he felt a churning in his stomach after seeing the scene.

To be honest, this is quite unbelievable for a veteran Japanese detective.

After all, there are quite a few perverts here.

Over time, everyone's mental fortitude has been strengthened.

Even the police officers in Mikasa, whose professional level is comparable to that of police dogs and who only wait for detectives to solve cases, have a better attitude than the rest of them.

Dude, I've worked at Mihua for so many years, what haven't I seen?

I'm used to killing and dismembering people.

"Police department."

The personnel who surveyed the site showed the other party their preliminary profiling results.

The young man's face was full of suspicion when he handed the document to the other party.

Doubts about one's own professional competence.

Based on his judgment, the murderer should be a person over two meters tall who could tear a human in half with his bare hands.

Is this thing some kind of monster from a sci-fi movie?

The inspector who received the profiling report also looked at the young man with surprise.

Young man, go to bed early tonight and stop playing games and watching anime all day.

That's what the middle-aged police inspector really wanted to say.

But seeing the young man's expression of utter disbelief, I thought for a moment and decided not to say anything.

He simply patted the other person on the shoulder.

Well, it seems incredible.

But upon closer reflection, this kind of thing doesn't seem entirely unbelievable.

A giant man over two meters tall who can tear people apart with his bare hands.

emmmm......

Perhaps, maybe, possibly.

This middle-aged police inspector also seemed a little insecure.

Well, let's just treat it as real for now.

"It seems there are no more useful clues."

The police inspector, standing on the edge of the deck, first exhaled, then covered his nose with his palm and took a deep breath, holding his breath.

The flavor is just too strong.

Moreover, because the murderer's methods were so cruel, no useful clues were left on the ship.

At the same time, on the other side——

"You've really caused quite a stir."

In the dimly lit room, Bluebeard, who was fiddling with a magic circle, turned around.

He looked at the fishman in the shadows and spoke.

However, there was no sense of blame in his words.

Seeing the other person's dazed expression, Bluebeard turned away, somewhat bored, and continued fiddling with his magic circle.

He was muttering something to himself.

If you listen carefully, it's still the same old lines.

What "dragging the false god down from his throne," "liberating Joan of Arc"—oh, Joan of Arc! "False and hateful god!"

It looks somewhat familiar.

It seems like this was what Bluebeard looked like before he was defeated.

The two seem to be quite similar in that they are mentally unstable.

The only difference was that the monsters around him had changed from Rahm to Deep Ones.

The treasure held in his arms—the Curiosity of the Conch City—occasionally flashed with an eerie light.

It looks different from usual.

If that thing really is Bluebeard's Noble Phantasm.

Chapter 1161 The Virtues of the Tuntun Rat

Standing in the shadows, the strange creature that resembled a fish-man stared at Bluebeard with its dead fish-like eyes wide open.

A strange light occasionally flashed in those lifeless eyes.

Monsters, or rather, deep-dwellers, should theoretically possess a certain level of intelligence.

After all, monsters of the Cthulhu type are basically just crazy, not stupid.

There is a certain difference.