mtl008 Chapter 208 The Demon's Scheme
Chapter 208 The Demon's Scheme
Chapter 208 The Demon's Scheme
Maya was in a dimly lit room, facing Harlan and Margarita from the local security agency.
A tense atmosphere filled the air, and Maya felt their scrutinizing gazes.
Harlan leaned forward, his eyes stern as he stared at Maya: "Miss Maya, we are aware of the recent events, and we need you to describe the details of what happened."
Maya took a deep breath and began to introduce herself, recounting why she came to Xiux, the terrible experience that followed, how she was ambushed and kidnapped by a vampire, and the fear she felt when she realized she was in danger.
Fear flickered in her eyes as she continued to recount how she turned the tide.
“I possess a divine artifact,” Maya explained. “It is a powerful enchanted weapon that enabled me to break free from the vampire’s shackles and ultimately destroy it.”
She regained her usual composure, and these things became a thing of the past for her.
Margarita raised an eyebrow: "Enchanted weapons? Miss Maya, do you often travel with weapons?"
“Yes, I need to ensure the safety of the club members,” she replied.
Harlan's stern expression relaxed slightly, revealing a hint of respect: "There aren't many people as well-prepared as you."
Margarita interjected, "Miss Maya, we have sent an investigation team to the tunnel you mentioned. They will assess the situation and gather more evidence. We have also notified the families of the kidnapped victims of the progress."
Maya was pleased: "Thank you for taking timely action. I hope the investigation will gather valuable information."
Harlan then brought up Maya's previous testimony: "You mentioned seeing other victims in the tunnel. Can you provide more details?"
Maya hesitated for a moment, the memory still vividly imprinted in her mind: "The victim was hanging from the ceiling, without any signs of life. The scene was horrific, and the vampire seemed to enjoy the process of doing all this."
Harlan and Margarita exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious. They both knew that vampires were not enemies that ordinary hunters could deal with alone, and the fact that this girl could defeat them single-handedly showed just how powerful she was.
After a moment of silence, Harlan said respectfully, "Miss Maya, facing vampires is no easy task. Even experienced hunters are cautious when facing such enemies. Your achievement is commendable."
Margarita echoed, her expression filled with admiration: "Indeed, not every young hunter can defeat such a powerful enemy. You not only saved yourself, but also prevented more tragedies. Thank you very much for what you did."
Maya nodded, her expression calm, showing no interest in the compliments.
To be precise, she wasn't happy, because she wasn't the one who actually accomplished this feat; she was only standing there because of that person's request.
"Thank you, I just did what I had to do. There are many things that need further investigation regarding the tunnel."
She continued to play her role as if she had done it all herself.
Harlan's tone became more serious: "Miss Maya, I understand the seriousness of the matter, and your actions are commendable. However, considering that you have been in contact with vampires, we need to ensure that you are not infected or affected in any other way. This is a precautionary measure, after all, it involves potential risks, and I hope you can understand."
A hint of displeasure flashed in Maya's eyes, but she nodded in understanding. Morse told her that gaining their trust was the most important thing.
Morse said that if they learned the truth from other sources, the situation would become more complicated and might even be targeted at her.
“I understand, this is the necessary flow.”
Margarita pointed towards the medical room: "We'll give you a thorough check-up. The whole process won't take long; it's the basic procedure after contact with a demon." There aren't many records about vampires, but surviving contact with a demon usually suggests one of two things: either being an accomplice of the demon or being a spy.
Maya stood up and said resolutely, "Lead the way."
She followed Harlan and Margarita to the medical room, where the sterile environment contrasted sharply with the chaos of the tunnel, and she felt a sense of unease as she lay on the examination bed.
She knew this inspection was more than just a routine procedure; she remembered Morse mentioning it in the tunnel, and they had also planned how much information they would reveal.
"Let's begin."
Harlan and Margarita watched as the staff began their inspection.
Various magical detection tools were used to scan the energy within Maya's body, searching for any trace of demonic energy. Of course, there were hidden purposes behind these actions, but the whole process still looked like a routine medical examination.
Maya tried her best to remain calm, but the tension in the room was palpable.
"Everything will be alright, and it will be even better if you act like you don't know why this happened."
She recalled what Morse had told her, reminding her that it was important to perform "honestly."
As the investigation progressed, Harlan and Margarita exchanged subtle glances. Both were experienced officers, so they knew that Maya was likely under the influence of that demon.
But the results surprised them; the examination showed that there was no trace of demonic energy in Maya's body.
Harlan maintained his professional demeanor, but couldn't help expressing surprise: "This is..."
"Phew, thankfully nothing's wrong." Margarita breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. She had fought vampires before, and because of that, she had developed a liking for Maya. She sincerely hoped that Maya could be as normal and honest as she seemed, and the result did not disappoint her.
"this......"
The Maya were the most surprised.
Morse had told her they would detect that Maya was a vampire, and that she had drunk his blood. Knowing that she would be discovered sooner or later, she decided to confess to the authorities.
But the result was different from their initial expectations.
Harlan smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, Miss Maya. It seems that what you went through didn't leave any marks on you. You're alright."
Margarita added, "You've been through a lot, and we appreciate your cooperation. We will continue to investigate, and please feel free to contact us if you recall anything else."
Maya left with a sense of relief.
......
“Morse Scott, is that right?”
The man standing before Morse exuded an aura of authority. His hair, which may have once been dark, was now snow-white, and wrinkles etched the marks of time.
He showed signs of aging, but he still exuded an invisible aura that inspired awe.
But one thing is certain: this person in front of me is not worthy of respect.
Benjamin, a traitor to the human faction, a rat dropping who betrayed hunter information and acted as a spy, a rat he wanted to strangle himself.
“Yes, I am Morse Scott,” Morse replied, looking him straight in the eye.
"I am Director Benjamin, the investigator for this mission from the Demon Bureau." He introduced himself in a serious tone, his sharp gaze fixed on Morse's eyes.
This guy is a half-demon who is good at hiding his identity.
For some reason, images of killing him flashed through Morse's mind: slashing his face, piercing his chest, dissecting his organs...
But he doesn't have that ability yet. He's a level 10 intermediate hunter, far beyond the capabilities of current academy students.
Therefore, you need to remain calm and keep your expression completely unchanged.
"You've been called here to assist with the investigation into the previous attack on Sylvie."
As Chief Benjamin spoke, Morse's mind raced as he analyzed the investigator before him.
His appearance betrayed his sleepiness.
First, his eyes betrayed his undeniable fatigue; dark circles were prominent, and a slight twitch in his right eye indicated sleep deprivation. He had been working non-stop recently, likely due to the urgency of the investigation.
He smelled of cigarettes, not strongly, which confirmed my suspicion that this was a recent habit he had developed.
A crumpled pack of cigarettes bulged out of his suit pocket, suggesting he was smoking while deep in thought.
There were some stains on his left sleeve, possibly remnants from the explosion or fight.
The gleaming shoes, stained with a few dirt, suggested he had recently been to some less-than-clean places, possibly the site of an explosion.
His smartphone, a device reserved for federal officials, was discreetly concealed in an inner pocket, emitting a faint light.
It is very likely that he has just finished a call with his superior, and the conversation may have involved key information or instructions regarding the current investigation.
The hem of his coat was still damp, and a chill emanated from him.
The city was unusually cold last night, and the dampness on his coat indicated that he had just arrived, highlighting the urgency of the investigation.
The investigation team may have already handed the case over to the Demon Bureau, and he just arrived in the city last night with orders from his superiors.
If so, his quick deduction of Morse as a suspect is likely based on previous cases.
Fred's disappearance.
They entered the same dungeon together, so he must remember the list and Morse's name.
Sylvie was called in for questioning before Morse, and she was certainly asked about the incident, the people who attacked her, and whether Morse was a half-demon.
“I know, Mr. Benjamin.”
Morse set aside his pride and showed respect.
“I won’t keep you here long,” he said, his gaze fixed on him. “Do you know about the masked man who killed the half-demon?”
Morse remained calm, meeting Chief Benjamin's scrutinizing gaze with direct questions and a palpable skepticism in his voice.
He was a professional and could almost perfectly control his emotions, but some of his little actions still did not escape Morse's eyes.
"The masked man who killed the half-demon? Sylvie and Officer Margarita told me about it, but I knew nothing about it," Morse replied, feigning ignorance with sincerity.
The answer to this question is not important, nor does he care about the response. What matters is judging whether it is true by observing Morse's physical reaction.
Benjamin's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as he assessed Morse's physical reactions, looking for any signs of lying.
But all his efforts were in vain. One of Morse's earliest training skills was to maintain a poker face. Even with the help of [Perception and Insight], he never slacked off and tried his best to control every detail.
Morse maintained a calm and innocent expression, concealing the turbulent thoughts swirling within him.
"is it?"
His demeanor had already led him to the conclusion that there was no need for doubt. Morse ensured this, and it wasn't actually that difficult to do so.
"Thank you for your cooperation. You may leave now."
Especially knowing this guy's skills...