Chapter 16 (2/2)

Thulhu was aware that the officer was trying to intimidate him.

One played the good cop, and the other the bad cop. What an old trick!

“I didn’t lie!” Thulhu pretended to tremble with fright. He turned to look at the female officer for support. “I told her that I got a job offer from the lab in Green Tree Fort. I got her sincere congratulations. We then went our separate ways after leaving the cafe. I went to the library and stayed there until… around ten o’clock, and then I came back to my dorm. I believe many people saw me in the library that day!”

“Just like that?”

The male officer exchanged looks with the female officer. “Then did you feel… anything strange about Beatrice that night?”

Thulhu pretended to try and recall, but then shook his head. “No…”

“I see.”

The female officer asked a few more questions, and then put her notebook aside. “If you think of anything new, contact me at the number on this card.”

She handed Thulhu a card and walked out of the dorm with the male officer.

“Wait a second!”

Thulhu walked them out and suddenly asked, “Can I ask… where is Beatrice?”

They exchanged looks again and the female officer said in a low voice, “Last time, she showed up in the city of Boy, and then disappeared completely…”

The city of Boy!

Boy was located to the far west of Niah. It would take one several hours to get there by train.

Thulhu had never expected the corpse princess to travel that far.

After the officers left, Thulhu closed the door and glanced at the card in his hand. The female officer’s name was Marilyn Luna. Interesting!

Thulhu’s preparations weren’t perfect.

If the corpse princess’s power finally wore off and the body was found, Thulhu would still look very suspicious.

However, the corpse princess now turned out to be a wanted murderer.

This world was so unpredictable!

But now, at least, the police’s attention was drawn to the other murders committed by Beatrice. No evidence could link the two things together. The fact that the two police officers had come to his dorm demonstrated that he wasn’t very suspicious in the eyes of the police, or he would have been sent to the police department.

Of course, the police would still keep a close watch on Thulhu for now, which was normal.

Thulhu wasn’t afraid of the investigation at all, since most of his words were true, and he was indeed innocent!

Thulhu would also welcome the police’s secret surveillance of him, as it was equivalent to protecting him.

It would be ideal if the murderer gave up on attacking him because of the police presence.

But what was happening with the corpse princess made him feel very insecure.

He couldn’t get rid of the image of that face from his mind.

The ritual had clearly been influenced by the moon. An ordinary corpse princess didn’t have any autonomy. Many books on religion mentioned that the moon was closely linked to darkness and death, and was the target of many evil gods and false gods.

Perhaps some kind of existence had interrupted his ritual that night and turned the corpse princess into a brand new undead creature?

He suddenly had a speculation.

Of course, it always took time for an undead creature to grow powerful.

The ritual going wrong was only the beginning. Thus, Thulhu could still control the corpse princess at first and make it follow his words.

However, as time went on, the corpse princess would grow faster and faster with the blood and flesh it fed on. Finally, it would become beyond lethal!

Thulhu believed that in the long-term, the corpse princess would become an even bigger threat than the real murderer who was hiding behind the scenes!

Thulhu scratched his head, feeling deeply distressed. Maybe he should write to Roald to tell him all this.

He had so many questions to ask his elder brother.

These questions included what Dawn of the Gods and extraordinary resurrection were, how to grow more powerful as a demon hunter, how to become a true extraordinary, how to deal with the huge trouble caused by the corpse princess, and so on.

Comparatively speaking, these questions were way more important than Thulhu’s uneasiness at seeing Roald.

After all, it had been four years, and people always changed.