Silas left only one bullet in the cylinder, then spun it and closed it, preparing for the lucky wheel gamble.
Thus, under Isengard's astonished gaze, he pressed the gun to his temple and repeatedly pulled the trigger.
"Click, click..."
The hammer struck empty chambers one after another, producing crisp metallic collision sounds.
After two empty shots, Silas frowned slightly. The probability of winning was increasing.
Starting from the third shot, each pull of the trigger could cause that bullet to fire and pierce through his head.
In previous attempts, he usually had to hit himself once before accumulating enough luck in the next round.
"Click, click, click..."
However, something surprising happened.
This time, he was unexpectedly fortunate, pulling the trigger five consecutive times, all landing on empty chambers!
"Hmm?"
Silas removed the revolver with some surprise, looking at the gun body that had become increasingly radiant from accumulated spirituality.
When did I become this lucky?
"Cough, cough..."
The young man at his feet was still struggling. A Demon's vitality was truly tenacious.
Whatever, I'll kill him first!
Silas decided not to think about it for now, treating it as a rare stroke of luck.
He turned the gun barrel, aiming at the Demon on the ground.
"Wait! Cough, cough... I have lots of money..."
"Bang!"
The enhanced bullet roared out. The terrible recoil made the revolver kick up Silas's arm.
Before the Demon at his feet could finish speaking, his head exploded, red and white matter scattering everywhere.
"Whoosh!"
The blood-red cloak automatically unfurled, blocking the splattered matter for Silas.
That blood and tissue fell onto it and quickly merged in, vanishing without trace.
Sequence 5, Desire Apostle, successfully eliminated!
"Truly worthy of a Shepherd. Even more powerful than I imagined."
Isengard walked over from the distance, saying with emotion.
Originally, his plan was to first go to Sherlock Holmes's house and rendezvous with Sherlock and Kaslana, then combine the strength of three people, using Beyonder items and deceptive tactics to ambush and kill the opponent.
But plans couldn't keep up with changes, and ultimately things turned out like this.
Still, at least the objective was achieved.
"Hmm... this guy's identity might be unusual."
Isengard walked to the corpse and examined it using detective methods, then said thoughtfully, "His clothing is very high-end, definitely custom-made.
With just a little investigation, we should be able to find clues."
Silas glanced at him.
"Why use such a troublesome method?"
With that, he spread his palm directly over the corpse.
"Whoosh..."
An illusory, bone-chilling wind swirled up, circling above the corpse, producing powerful suction that forcibly pulled out the opponent's soul and Beyonder characteristic.
It was an illusory figure wearing high-end formal wear, facial features vaguely visible, exactly matching the appearance of the corpse on the ground!
"No!"
He cried out in despair but couldn't resist the Shepherd's ability, being forcibly drawn into Silas's palm.
Two rows of illusory teeth then appeared in Silas's palm, but they only bit down on him without immediately swallowing.
"Just have Kle... Sherlock divine or channel him, and won't everything be clear?"
Silas said to Isengard.
"...You're right."
Isengard froze for a second, then smiled wryly.
Having been a detective for so long, he couldn't help but instinctively analyze problems from a deductive angle.
Silas, holding the soul, was about to leave when he turned back and looked at the corpse on the ground.
Leaving this thing on the ground seems a bit troublesome...
"Don't worry, I already contacted official Beyonders before coming."
Seeing this, Isengard said, "They'll handle it properly."
Official Beyonders?
Silas frowned slightly.
"The Nighthawks?"
"No, the Machinery Hivemind."
Isengard glanced at him.
"Because Sherlock is a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery, I asked them to come."
Oh, so Klein disguised himself as a follower of another faith. This is the first I'm hearing of it.
Silas nodded slightly, then cut open his palm.
"Whoosh..."
A spray of blood was flung out and simultaneously vaporized, dispersing throughout the entire street.
He had used blood magic for interference, preventing subsequent investigations by official Beyonders from discovering him.
Of course, besides here, he also needed to return to Klein's house to erase those detectives' memories.
"Don't expose my existence to the official Beyonders."
He said to Isengard.
"Of course."
Isengard quickly answered. He didn't want to provoke a Shepherd who could kill another Sequence 5.
"Mister Stanton!"
"You're alright! That's wonderful, Isengard!"
The two walked back to 13 Minsk Street on foot.
The detectives inside were still anxious, but upon seeing Isengard, they all breathed sighs of relief.
However, they quickly noticed Silas behind the elderly detective.
Right, this person just now...
"Everyone, look at me."
Before these detectives could speak up with questions, Silas took the initiative.
His eyes ignited with faint golden light, his voice seeming to resound in everyone's hearts.
Among those present, except for Klein and Isengard, even Kaslana complied, all staring blankly at his eyes together.
"From now on, you will forget everything about me."
Silas suggested this, deleting himself from their memories.
After completing these cleanup tasks, he grasped the "Apostle of Desire's" soul and entered the living room together with Klein and Isengard.
As for why he controlled Kaslana, it was because Silas felt her level was slightly lower, and also because the fewer people who knew about such things, the better.
"Meow."
Inside the living room, the small black cat jumped down from a chair with its tail raised, calling to Silas, seemingly reproaching him for actually abandoning it and leaving.
"Alright, go to the side."
Silas used his free hand to scoop up the cat's belly and lift it onto a nearby table.
It didn't struggle, just crouched on the table watching Silas, its tail curled around covering its front legs.
"So, is there a way to investigate some clues?"
He said to Klein.
Of course there is, though the best method would be to bring him above the gray fog...
Klein hesitated, then said, "I'll try divining."
Though he could also channel spirits, if he channeled in the real world, he would inevitably have to pray to a deity for power.
He was pretending to be a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery in front of Isengard, but his prayer target would be the Evernight Goddess.
He'd be exposed immediately.
He quickly took out paper and pen, writing down a divination statement:
The identity and purpose of this soul.
"Meow?"
The small black cat on the table watched him curiously, its little head turning with his wrist movements.
Klein held the paper in one hand while the other touched the struggling, wailing soul in Silas's hand.
He silently recited the divination statement seven times, then leaned back in the chair and fell into a dream state.