New Gods of North America

After David Mills and his carriage left,

"Being taken away from the academy" turned out to be a good thing for Wayne.

The detective agency's cellar is open again, and this time the temporary residents seem very well behaved.

"Name, gender, place of birth."

Wayne yawned and took a sip of holy water to refresh himself. "Peter, get off his head and stop grinding your teeth."

The prisoner in the iron cage shrank his neck, and when he saw the big spider crawling to the interrogation table opposite him, he answered honestly:

"My name is Peter, um... male, born in Pennsylvania."

Are you from the North?

As soon as the big spider climbed onto the table, it heard the other party's answer, turned around quickly, and started to crawl back, grinding its teeth.

Then Lina grabbed its two hind legs, and the whole spider was forced to "slide on the spot" on the table.

"No last name?" Inissa asked when she saw Doug, who was taking notes nearby, seemed a little embarrassed.

"No, I'm an orphan."

Wayne got straight to the point:

"You should know why you were arrested. David Mills is the head of George Berg's exorcism department. If we can't get the information we want, we will send you to the cathedral in Richmond if you want to go."

"No, I don't want to." Peter on the opposite side shook his head repeatedly.

This guy's extraordinary ability actually seems quite strong. His shell is so hard that even the demon hunting bullets fired from a pistol can't penetrate it.

But his personality seemed unexpectedly soft, and I didn’t know if it was always like this or just tonight.

"According to Seth Grayson, he usually does things for people privately, and you are his contact?" Wayne asked.

"Yes." The other party nodded honestly.

"Who or what organization are you working for?" Wayne continued to ask.

The other party, like Peter who had been struggling on the table for a while, suddenly fell silent.

Wayne thought for a moment, "Don't want to answer this question? That's fine, I'll give you some time to think about it. Let's talk about something else first. Is your extraordinary ability to strengthen your body while 'keratinizing' your skin? Do you have any other extraordinary abilities?"

"I usually call it 'armorization'..." the other party answered carefully, "but other than the ever-increasing strength, I really don't have any other extraordinary abilities."

In Wayne's vision of simple lines, when the opponent is "transforming\

,"In fact, there are always many very tiny "dots" on the outer shell of the body that are scattering and disappearing, and it feels a bit like the extraordinary power is constantly "evaporating".

"According to what you said, your 'armor transformation' won't last too long, right?"

Compared to the previous "keeping silent", the other party's attitude this time was a little softer, as if he was hesitating whether to answer or not.

So Wayne chose to "add some ingredients" to him:

"Actually, I'm very curious about your 'armor'. If I take it off and insert it into other people's clothes, will it also be able to protect against bullets?

"Since you can remove extraordinary abilities, they should be able to regenerate the next time you use them. If someone continues to peel people's skin, can the peeled 'armor' be used to mass-produce bulletproof vests? I think there should be a big market for this for the rich."

Upon hearing this, the other party immediately shook his head:

"No. If the supply of extraordinary power is interrupted, they will soon break apart and disappear, just like you, no, just like what you have seen before. Its strength cannot even be maintained all the time. As long as the extraordinary power provided is insufficient, it will quickly become weak."

No wonder you were in such a hurry to run away as soon as you transformed...

Wayne pretended to think for a moment, "You are of value to us only for these two reasons. Since you are unwilling to say who you are working for, we can only make do with your extraordinary ability. Is it possible that you are actually lying to us?"

Lina cooperated on the side, "Maybe we can try some experiments. As long as we can peel off the shell, we can try soaking it in medicine or something like that. Maybe we can extend the usage time."

Inesa began to think seriously:

"This method seems to be feasible. In fact, the Hunter Association has some special armor that is made according to similar ideas."

The other party was startled at first, but as he listened, his pupils returned to normal size.

He smiled awkwardly in the iron cage, "You guys don't need to scare me... Such a horrible thing is not something a normal person can do."

"Who threatened you?"

Seeing Wayne yawning, Lina motioned for Doug to make a pot of coffee. Then she looked at him and said, "'Academics are rigorous and have nothing to do with morality.' Wait, I'll show you our research results."

When the other party heard this, the slightly flattering smile on his face suddenly froze.

The interrogation was paused for a while, and when Lina returned to the cellar holding a transparent glass jar, even Wayne was startled.

A little girl's head is placed in a glass jar. The light passes through the round glass container, making the objects inside look a little distorted.

Then Lina placed the glass jar on the interrogation table and opened the lid. The head quickly turned into a mass of flesh and blood in the jar.

Lina looked down at the contents of the glass jar, her expression unusually focused:

"Look, I have managed to preserve my limbs in a sealed state. Although the effect is not very good, it is obviously an improvement. 'Only the advancement of life can truly bring you closer to God.' 'You should gladly accept this honor.'"

"etc--"

The other party grabbed the iron bars and shook the iron cage. "I am... No, I am also a member of the School of Life. Your behavior is strictly prohibited in the school--"

"It's okay," Lina raised her eyes slowly with a kind smile on her face, "As long as you don't deceive the members, it won't be considered 'academic misconduct', but precious samples like you are very rare."

"No--"

…

"So Reverend Pycelle is indeed connected to Cohen Pharmaceuticals, but the two parties are only in a cooperative relationship. Cohen Pharmaceuticals privately asked someone to investigate the detective agency because of Reverend Pycelle's request."

When it was almost dawn, the three of them were eating the nutritious breakfast made by Parker in the kitchen, and reviewing the intelligence they had just obtained.

Wayne is still recalling the details:

"But it's hard to actually accuse Pastor Pycelle of being a peripheral member who runs errands for a hidden organization. Peter just said that he lied to save his life and he is not even a core member of Cohen Pharmaceuticals.

"If we look at his age, Pastor Pycelle has probably been in the church for decades. An accusation like this without any evidence would seem weak."

Inessa was chewing a carrot nearby. "If we follow Peter's lead, we may be able to uncover more members of the School of Life. However, this may not cause any harm to Reverend Pycelle himself, and may even help him eliminate the witnesses.

"And there is one thing I am very concerned about. I heard before that the School of Life Studies was developing in the southern United States. I didn't expect that it is now gradually taking root in Pennsylvania and New York."

Lina seemed to be used to it. "It's not surprising that migratory birds can reproduce anywhere."