Chapter 376

Three hundred and fifteenth presumed.

East Tivyán, Flying Soar Theater.

In the afternoon, in the private dressing room of the Flying Soar Theater, Adelle, dressed in brilliant attire, sat alone preparing for her evening performance. On her dressing table lay a magazine with words mysteriously appearing on its blank pages.

“Memory…? So Aakka can directly transmit his memories to others? ”

Putting down her eyeliner, Adelle checked her reflection in the mirror while murmuring, her expression showing a hint of peculiarity.

‘What an unusual divine existence, able to help believers in such a direct manner. But handling communications between believers seems too trivial for His subjective will; this might be some passive prayer mechanism…’

Adelle analyzed the mysterious workings of Aakka within her mind. After a moment’s thought, she picked up her pen again and wrote on the text before her.

“Mr. Detective, it seems that stele holds significant meaning for you or your organization. However, I must remind you that I have carefully reviewed my teacher’s memories of Davik, all of which were interrogations with no valuable clues. Moreover, these memories are quite negative and could affect one’s mood.”

Adelle responded like this. Soon after her words merged into the text, a new response appeared immediately.

“Don’t worry, Adelle. If it’s just affecting my mood, it’s not a big deal. Perhaps I can find something more valuable within them.”

At her dressing table, Adelle paused slightly as she read the content on the magazine in front of her, then smiled softly to herself.

“Still so confident as always…”

With that, Adelle closed her eyes and silently prayed to Aakka. During her prayer, she recalled all the memories of Dalena concerning Davik.

“Great Aakka who records all things, please reveal my memories to Mr. Detective…”

…

North outskirts of Tivyán, Green Shade Town.

In Green Shade Town, number 17, Dorothy suddenly froze, then closed her eyes as if sensing something. After a moment, she opened her eyes and sighed, then continued writing in her logbook.

“Thank you, Adelle, for recalling these memories for me.”

“This is what friends do, isn’t it? Alright, now I should continue getting ready for tonight’s performance. Come watch if you have the chance.”

Adelle’s words reappeared on Dorothy’s logbook. Smiling slightly, Dorothy responded with “Of course,” then closed the book.

Next, Dorothy leaned back in her single-seater sofa, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes again, examining the fragmented memories of Dalena that Adelle had transmitted.

Closing her eyes, darkness enveloped Dorothy’s vision, and then an image slowly emerged. In her eyes, she saw a dimly lit room with cracked floor tiles covered in bl**d and even fragments of flesh. She could see several bl**d-stained torture instruments on a nearby table, and a pile of human bones with flesh still attached in the corner. The heavy breathing echoed in her ears.

At the center of her sight stood a figure, a man, thin and pale, with dark hair and prominent cheekbones. He wore a thick overcoat, his shoes and coat dusted with black ash, giving him a somewhat dirty appearance. He addressed Dorothy… or perhaps Dalena.

“I need to remind you, Miss Dalena, you are our prisoner with no bargaining power. If you cooperate with my work, I might be able to plead with my colleagues to treat you better. Otherwise, you’ll face dire consequences. Now, tell me where the key to the safe in your workshop is hidden? What is the password? What’s inside?”

‘Is this Davik Jones?’

Watching the short man constantly interrogating in the memory, Dorothy confirmed to herself. She carefully observed this segment of Dalena’s original memory, identifying the man as Davik, the member of the Wolf bl**d Association she was looking for.

Dorothy began to closely examine the memory. In it, Davik asked Dalena many questions about her workshop and research, but Dalena seemed to have been tortured by other members of the Wolf bl**d Association, causing her to be disoriented and only occasionally able to respond. Dorothy couldn’t extract any useful information from their conversation.

After failing to gather useful information from this memory, Dorothy switched to another. This time, Davik’s appearance changed; he was now dressed in a thin shirt and black trousers, looking much cleaner than before, though his demanding expression remained unchanged.

“Tell me! Do you have a translation of the Eagle Script Secret Transmission? If so, confess honestly! I’m telling you… the other mad dogs have decided to put you on the menu. Cooperate well, and maybe you can live a few more days!”

In this memory, Davik was still interrogating Dalena, but her long-term torture had left her in a terrible state, unable to provide any valuable answers. Dorothy also failed to obtain any valuable information that could locate Davik from this memory, instead feeling the despair and pain conveyed within it. Fortunately, Dorothy, being an Extraordinary Being of Enlightenment, had strong control over her mental state, otherwise, she might have fallen into depression.

Despite not obtaining useful information, Dorothy did not give up. She continued to review the other memories.

Dalena’s memories of Davik consisted of over ten segments. In each segment, Davik’s clothing varied significantly, indicating that Dalena had been held and tortured for a long time.

From these memories, Dorothy could see that Davik often wore clothes suitable for going out, suggesting that the location where he resided was different from where Dalena was held and tortured. It seemed Davik was focused on studying items from Dalena’s workshop in his own base, and when he encountered problems, he would come to interrogate Dalena.

In the memories provided by Adelle, their conversations revolved entirely around items in Dalena’s workshop, with no mention of anything else. Initially, early on, Dalena could answer Davik’s questions, but as she became more disoriented due to torture, she struggled to provide information.

At first, Dorothy hoped to find some clues from Davik’s dialogue, but now it seemed futile. This disappointment weighed heavily on her.

Dorothy repeatedly reviewed these dozen memories, finding that their topics never strayed far from research. Other subjects were never mentioned, just as Adelle had said; Dorothy could not extract any useful information about Davik’s residence.

“Sigh… Can’t find a single clue. This is really troublesome…”

Opening her eyes, Dorothy scratched her head, feeling quite frustrated. After spending so much effort reviewing these memories without finding any leads, she felt deeply dejected.