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Hearing Marshall's words, Lev collapsed on the interrogation chair like a deflated balloon.

"Since you have never read the "Verdra Manuscript", where did you know that this manuscript can summon Hezerac? From which old book did you see it? Or was someone else told You? I think this person must tell you that as long as you get the "Verdra Manuscript", you can become the leader of Sakura, right?"

Lev's eyes were dizzy, and he didn't answer Marshall's question.

"Let me guess who this person is? In my opinion, you are a person who does not trust others, because when you kidnapped Father Hall and Linda, you brought only two people with you, and the rest let them Staying in another place, this is a sign of your distrust. In addition, after discovering that your accomplices were surrounded by the police, you did not choose to escape. After receiving the carrier pigeons without any information, you did not escape. Why?"

"Because... the real leader has left, right?" Marshall asked softly.

Lev still did not answer, he was resisting with silence.

"Do you know where his home is?" Marshall thought for a while, then turned to ask Gilbert.

"Of course," Gilbert said, "but, Father Marshall, what do you want to do?"

"Go to his house and see, you can find something." While saying this, Marshall kept looking at Lev.

"But we don't have the right. You need to go to Chief Barton." Gilbert shook his head.

"I'll go to Chief Button now." Marshall stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

...

After some inexplicable exchanges, Secretary Button agreed to Marshall's proposal.

But at this time the sun is already close to sea level and will soon disappear from people's eyes.

Lev’s home is some distance away from Molov Port, but Patton still sent four police officers to Lev’s home with Marshall. Although these four police officers felt a little uncomfortable, after Marshall’s'talk' with them, The gap between each other has been reduced a lot.

Soon, a group of five people came to Lev's home.

This is a medium-level manor, but the lawn in front of the manor is very messy, and it seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

Pushing open the door of the manor, five people entered the manor.

"It should have been a long time since no one has been here, Father Marshall, do we still want to watch?" a policeman asked.

Marshall squatted down, and he touched the slightly moist soil, "It's just that no one cleans it. Look at the traces on the ground, there should be people coming in and out often."

"Are you really a priest?" The policeman asked, watching Marshall's skillful movements.

When they came to the main entrance, the police officer in the lead pushed the door. After discovering that it could not be opened, the policeman planned to break the door forcibly, but was stopped by Marshall.

"The window is not closed properly. We can let someone go in and open the door from the inside." Following Marshall's hand, there was indeed a window that was not closed tightly. A policeman climbed in from the window. In less than a minute, Marshall was in front of him. The door opened, and a decayed breath came from the door.

A group of people walked into Lev's home.

With the light of the oil lamp, the five people clearly saw the situation in the room. The entire hall was covered with dust, and spider webs could be found in the corners of the ceiling.

Marshall reached out and touched the table and chairs, his hands stained with ashes.

"This manor is not big. It's a group of two. Let's find it separately. Mr. Marshall will go with me." said a sturdy policeman.

"Yeah." Marshall nodded, without comment.

About an hour later, the five people returned to the hall again.

"Nothing was found." The two sides exchanged their situation.

"Are we going for nothing?" A policeman felt a little unhappy.

Marshall did not answer, but said to the policeman beside him, "Lend me the oil lamp."

After receiving the oil lamp, he walked slowly to the landscape painting hanging in the middle of the hall. The content of the landscape painting was the grassland under the sun, giving people a positive and sunny feeling.

"I saw this painting when I was a child. The name is "Vitality of Life", but I don't remember the artist's name." The strong policeman came to Qiancang and said his opinion.

The painting is also covered with dust.

"There is a difference here." Marshall pointed to the right side of the picture frame, then he stretched his hand over, touched the back of the picture, and then pressed a button.

Soon there was a narrow road that only allowed one person to pass.

The four policemen glanced at each other and said, "I'll go in first." One policeman walked into the narrow road, the others followed, and Marshall followed.

After entering, there is a flight of stairs going down.

When walking on the stairs, all five of them smelled a strong smell of blood, as if they had come to the slaughterhouse.

"What's in it?" A policeman finally couldn't help but uttered, and then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he retched against the wall.

The leading policeman came to the end. This was an ordinary iron door. The policeman stretched out his hand to pull the door open, and then walked in.

The other four followed closely behind.

Under the light of the oil lamp, Marshall saw an altar in the shape of a magic circle on the ground in front of him. In the center of the altar was placed a less-than-month-old baby. Of course, the baby had already died at this time and had no breathing. Six processed hearts were placed around the baby, and further away, human fragments were placed randomly.

At this moment, the policeman who retched just now couldn't bear the smell in the room and rushed out.

"We have something to do, go and notify the chief." The strong policeman said to the person beside him.

Marshall ignored this. Although he did not move, he was observing the entire room. In addition to the altar in front of him, there was an experimental table beside it. There were many weird objects on the experimental table, such as cat's paws and dogs. Teeth, human nails, etc.

"That's..." Marshall found something and walked to the experiment table.

"Father Marshall, please don't touch it." The strong policeman planned to stop him.

"I won't touch it randomly," Marshall said.

When he came to the experiment table, Marshall leaned down and carefully looked at the blood stains on the table.

"There are signs of disconnection. Something was placed here to block the blood. What is it? A book? Or an experiment log?" Marshall stood up straight and continued to take a step forward. Then, he saw someone's Skull.

"This is... Lev Weber?" Marshall found that the face of this man's head was very similar to Lev's. "No, it doesn't match in age. Could it be that this is Lev's father?"

"It seems that the leader of Sakura came here and took his own things, who is it?" Marshall looked at the open iron door, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart.