Chapter 483: Chapter 484 The Same Handiwork_1
Aiden didnât want to kill someone in such a place and cause trouble for himself. His marksmanship wasnât so precise that he could ensure not hitting a vital point under these circumstances, but he was able to shoot without worry because he was confident he could heal the personâat least he wouldnât accidentally blow someoneâs head off while aiming for their legs.
"Ah! Aaahhh!!" Tabus was still howling until a few seconds passed and he found the pain in his leg had mostly disappeared. "Eh?"
He touched the spot where heâd been shot. There was no sign of blood or a wound, not to mention the hole in his pants had vanished without a trace.
It was good that the fatal wound was gone, but it sent shivers down his spine. He looked fearfully at the gun-toting "woman" who had barged into his tent. This creepy healing magic was obviously her doing.
"Donât doubt it, I am a witch," Aiden read the fear in the other and bluntly used it to intimidate him, "Youâd better not make any unnecessary moves. I donât like repeatedly making holes in people with a gun."
The beggar cowered in the corner of the tent, shaking like a leaf, wishing he could bury himself under the miscellaneous items piled inside.
An average person might not encounter a wizard in their entire life, and most folktales paint witches as having diabolical powers that can torment a person beyond endurance. He had even heard that some witches could turn people into monsters.
And yet he had carelessly provoked a witch without realizing what curse had already been placed upon him.
Tabus swallowed hard and said, "I really donât know what youâre talking about..."
"Then why did your first reaction upon hearing my question be to take the chance to run away? Even with a gun pointed at you?" Aiden said coldly, "What exactly makes you think that after answering this question truthfully, youâd end up with a worse fate than being shot in the back and killed?"
Tabus was left speechless.
Aiden felt lucky; the rag-and-bone man obviously knew something more important than his own life, which made his first reaction to the question to risk his life and run away. Peopleâs first reactions are often the most genuine.
"Maybe I should use some other means to force you to tell the truth since youâre absolutely unable to resist. The outcome will be the same either way, so youâd better save some time," Aiden observed Tabusâs reactions and added, "Or perhaps, youâre interested in witchâs methods of torture."
As a former Heretic Inquisitor, he knew all too well the terrifying image witches held amongst the common folk.
If it was just for interrogation, the Wordless Code could resolve the issue instantly, but the rules that could be written by the Wordless Code were limited, and this city was not his home ground. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Aiden had no intention of playing that trump card just yet.
"Fear should not be used too sparingly at the beginning. Since your power can heal wounds, you should let him fully experience pain first, then tell him that itâs just an appetizer before you begin the interrogation," the Goddess of Vengeance suggested from beside him.
"Donât tell me what to do; Iâm not a sadist," Aiden responded with his mind, not even deigning to look at her.
"But I am. I enjoy the sound of suffering. Go on, there wonât be any loss," the Goddess of Vengeance said.
"Iâm under no obligation to please you. Be quiet and donât bother me; Iâm in charge here."
"Hmph, boring mortal." With that, the Goddess of Vengeance disappeared.
"I... I..." Tabusâs expression twisted as he struggled internally for a while before he finally prostrated himself on the ground, saying in a tone of confession, "I was wrong! I shouldnât have sold those young people!!"
"What are you talking about? Start from the beginning and answer my question, what did that person come here to ask you?" Aiden frowned slightly, "My patience is limited; it would be best not to stray off-topic."
"He sought me out, asking me to help him search for boys between the ages of fifteen and twenty in several camps, to go check their dwellings..." Tabus shivered uncontrollably, "because the territory of me and my companions has the most contact with the settlements..."
"Boys under twenty?" Aiden furrowed his brows slightly, "Among the refugees?"
"Yes..."
It sounded somewhat perverted...
But with just a bit of thought, Aiden realized the key pointâthe specified age range was precisely the age of Professor Dodgeâs son.
A body for his son to possess? But possession demons donât require a specific age for their hosts, so seeking a body close in age seemed overly exacting, didnât it?
And judging by Tabusâs initial reaction, things were definitely not that simple.
"Hmm, is that all thatâs got you this scared?" Aiden looked down at Tabus from his superior position.
After a long silence, Tabus cautiously began, "Those teens, in the span of a month, one by one, disappeared..."
"They were killed! They were all killed! Died in that underground chamber!" the beggar cowering in the corner trembled in his voice, "Heâs a psycho who loves to kill!"
"A dozen?" Aiden furrowed his brows, focusing on the number.
Something wasnât right. If these young refugees were taken to be spare bodies, there was no need for so many. Just two or three vegetative bodies with erased spirits would suffice with routine exchanges, unless it was use and discard... But would that make sense?
As a wanted criminal, would Professor Dodge do something that would so easily draw investigation?
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Moreover, according to previous speculation, if Mr. Katch, "a retired professor with a dog," indeed was Professor Dodge, most of his sonâs possessions should have been that dog.
The sudden contradiction filled Aiden with doubts. Had he been looking in the wrong direction?
But this Mr. Katch was indeed full of questionable points.
"Do you have any leads on those disappearances?" Aiden tried to ask the ragpicker refugee before him, "Tell me everything you know, spare no detail!"
"I donât know how they disappeared, I really donât! They vanished without a trace just like all the others who disappeared! The Resurrectionists kept saying it was the local governmentâs doing; that person might be involved too!" Tabus shivered wildly, "One day I found a letter in my tent with a little money in it, a bullet, and a human finger. The letter asked me to keep doing this job and warned me not to tell anyone or I would be made to suffer a fate worse than death."
Aiden fell into deep thought. Was this threat also the handiwork of Professor Dodge?
Having a mass disappearance of refugees around the same age as Professor Dodgeâs son just by numbers alone looked like the large-scale kidnapping tactics of the Kingdomâs military running the "Infection" project.
Mimicking the local military in this matter, wouldnât that draw the militaryâs attention and alarm them?
Unless... the military already knew all about it.