Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 782 - 132: The Demon King’s Followers

"It seems there's nothing left."

Ethan patiently waited for a few more minutes, but the interrogator, looking much like a startled animal, huddled to the corner of the room, raising his neck to stare at him, unable to utter a single sound.

The interrogator waited until Ethan and Lindong had gone far, along with the damned black cat that seemed to appear out of nowhere, as it too followed them out of the room.

The tearing wound on the back of his hand continued to spread, looking as if it were poisoned.

Until the footsteps faded away, the entire mansion plunged into dead silence once more. The quiet outside the interrogation room made his skin crawl, as he had no idea how Lindong had arrived here, nor what might have happened to Baron Fulin, who was supposed to be conducting the interrogation. When he, with trepidation, stepped out the main door, what met his eyes was not the bloody scene he had anticipated.

In fact, there was nothing outside the door.

The familiar scene only seemed much more desolate.

Even though winter hadn't arrived yet, fine snowflakes floated down from the sky. Shivering, he walked to Baron Fulin's most frequently used interrogation room. Its structure differed from a torture chamber, where the baron and his son had "handled" many women they took a fancy to, yet this time they weren't there.

The Firearms Team was nowhere to be seen, only small icy shards lined the path.

The interrogator seemed to understand something. Clutching his swollen hand tightly, he fled the dreadful place at all costs. The eerie silence was more terrifying than a scene full of corpses because he couldn't begin to imagine what had happened along the path to the interrogation room when that woman was taken away, nor did he understand why those two vagrants hadn't dealt him a final blow.

Had they killed the baron and the entire Firearms Team but spared him?

No, he didn't think so.

This moment explained Ethan's earlier calm and the words he hadn't comprehended.

When asked about plans to report Baron Fulin, Ethan gave a negative response, believing it completely pointless.

He had mistakenly thought the other party had realized the empire's laws couldn't punish Baron Fulin and had to compromise, but now it seemed clear Ethan had known all along about the fate of Baron Fulin and the Firearms Team, and reporting a dead man was meaningless...

Perhaps when the two decided to follow Baron Fulin, they had already determined to kill everyone.

With this thought, the interrogator quickened his pace.

Even after escaping the baron's mansion and running into detectives patrolling the streets, he still couldn't quell the unease in his heart. He felt the scythe of Death God was already at his neck, ready to fall at any moment.

He couldn't imagine what kind of person could calmly decide to bathe a noble's mansion in blood, but no matter what, they were seasoned criminals. He had to report this to high-ranking officials of the Silver Radiance Empire, as seeking the empire's protection was his only chance to survive.

The young man appeared to be a private detective, posing many questions before them.

He seemed to be investigating the murder of Great Summoner Haitia, and now the questions swirling in the interrogator's mind were driving him to madness.

—Why was he the only one left alive?

His nerves were taut, and after a long trek, as his will was about to be completely exhausted, he finally saw hope.

Only a few steps away from the Security Office's door, through the open entrance, he saw many familiar faces. Being the captain of the baron's Firearms Team, he typically handled communication and liaison work with the Security Office. For the past few days, the detectives in Gear City had been working overtime, and until the cause of Haitia's death was clarified, no one, including Chief Blake, would stop.

In other words, there couldn't be a safer place than this. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The interrogator ascended the stairs, merging into the glow of the Security Office.

He immediately spotted Chief Blake, who was discussing the case with several officers on the first floor as he entered.

At this moment, the interrogator discarded all formalities, walking over without hesitation. He needed to tell everyone what had transpired in the baron's mansion and warn everyone at the Security Office that Gear City might no longer be safe.

Under the detectives' astonished gazes, the interrogator raised his voice.

He did it on purpose. He wanted everyone to understand the severity of the situation, which also provided a slight solace to his fear-stricken heart.

"Chief Blake, I confess, I killed Baron Fulin and everyone else!"

Huh?

Upon finishing, even the interrogator froze in place.

That wasn't him.

... He meant, although it was his voice, it was not his true intention.

The detectives immediately responded, with Chief Blake even drawing his gun right away, and those detectives nearest to him retreated behind safe cover, watching him warily.

The baron's killer was two vagrants from outside the city...

"This is quite amusing, I'd love to do it again, but unfortunately, the baron and his son are already dead."

No, those were absolutely not his words!

The interrogator's eyes widened with rage. His brain functioned smoothly, yet his tongue betrayed his thoughts.

Soon, he realized it wasn't just his tongue that betrayed his mind. He heard laughter, a wild laugh bursting from his own mouth, so hysterical it seemed possessed, reminding him of the followers of the rumored Demon King.