While this matter spread throughout the Ivisa District and almost all Investigators were feeling overwhelmed, the culprit was still sitting on a certain rooftop, looking down at the swarming figures below.
It seemed she had been sitting there for a long time.
"Don't you think? Ibiza has changed. Look at their expressions—" Syl smiled and continued, "They have hope."
Beside Syl, a Female Investigator was slumped. Her gaze was dull as she stood next to Syl and responded, "Yes... I feel it..."
"Sigh, you finally understand what I mean. My mouth is dry from talking to you." Syl shook her head, stood up, and stretched her back.
After executing Frank and setting up the scene, she prepared to leave from the rooftop.
But just as she reached the roof and was about to jump into the side alley, she found that the Investigator had already woken up, staring fixedly at her direction, clutching a reagent in her hand.
At this distance, even if Syl threw a flying knife, it would be too late to stop her. If she made any move, reinforcements would surely arrive immediately. Then, how the Joker would escape and transform without being discovered would become a major problem.
So in that emergency, Syl subconsciously used the Joker's new skill [Deceitful Words] after promoting to a blue card.
This seemed to be a skill for brainwashing through language, commonly known as a mouth cannon.
If used against ordinary people, [Deceitful Words] could control them with language at will.
But now she was facing an Investigator, someone with supernatural abilities, whose mental strength was stronger than an ordinary person's in all aspects.
The words Syl spoke through [Deceitful Words] only made the Investigator waver.
Plus, Syl was completely unfamiliar with this skill and hadn't prepared lines in advance, so what was supposed to be a brainwashing session turned into a time-wasting chat.
Finally, after nearly an hour, Syl successfully used [Deceitful Words] to brainwash the Female Investigator, making her obey her orders.
"What a troublesome skill... or am I using it wrong?" Syl was already thinking about when to let the Joker demonstrate the effect of Deceitful Words himself, so she could have a reference.
Now, Syl looked at the Female Investigator in front of her, whose arms were hanging down as she silently watched her, and said, "Forget me after I leave here."
"Yes... Lord."
"She's already a completely obedient puppet..." Syl sighed and thought to herself, "This is probably a skill countless people dream of..."
As Syl walked toward the edge of the roof, she looked at the blood-stained white gloves on her hands and frowned.
It looks like I'll have to buy new gloves again... Maybe I can take off the pearl buttons first... Sigh, forget it, just burn them.
"Syl, oh Syl, you're a rich person now. Why can't you change your mindset..." Syl silently reminded herself, then stepped onto the edge of the roof and took one last look back.
The Female Investigator was still staring in her direction, seemingly waiting until Syl's figure disappeared to execute the command to forget.
"The Joker killed Frank."
Once someone pulled that rope out of curiosity, this unquestionable fact would become the talk of the streets and alleys of Ibiza.
Next, what Syl needed to wait for was a new opportunity.
Syl had done enough; it just depended on what the next opportunity would be and when it would arrive.
Would it be copycat crimes? Or would it become a form of worship? Syl looked forward to the subsequent development of events.
At a height of four stories, after seeing no one below, Syl jumped down directly. Just as she was about to land, she transformed back into the Saint.
Just like a mage in World of Warcraft using a blink right before landing to cancel fall damage, after Syl landed, she only felt the slight impact brought by the distance after the transformation.
In other words, transformation could actually reset gravitational acceleration? Syl felt she had discovered another little trick for using transformation.
If she ever encountered a scene from a martial arts novel where she was chased off a cliff, Syl could jump down without any pressure.
Because she could completely ensure she wouldn't fall to her death by constantly switching cards.
"Already starting to think of a way out for yourself? ^^"
"Indeed." Syl patted her black robe and slowly walked away, complaining in her heart, "Sooner or later, I'll be killed by the stupid tasks issued by this trash system."
"There's no penalty for failure. At worst, it's just dying faster in this world because of weak strength ^^D"
"Scram!" Syl retorted in her heart.
"Fine."
The system no longer continued to provoke Syl with pop-up windows and obediently dismissed them.
Syl took several twists and turns through the alleys, looking like she was about to get lost.
Fortunately, in the end, Syl still walked out of the alley and arrived at Buer Street.
"Whew... these alleys are really a nightmare... the urban planning here is too terrible," Syl silently complained in her heart.
At this time, busy pedestrians were already walking on the street, each with a numb expression, walking mechanically.
Suddenly, a voice came from a distance. It was a young man of medium build. He was running breathlessly while shouting along the street: "The owner of the Frank Testing and Experimental Factory has been hanged! The Joker did it! On Hanberning Street!"
His voice carried an uncontrollable excitement, as if he were spreading the news along the street solely on a burst of enthusiasm.
Many people on the street were stunned at first upon hearing this news.
A passerby who knew the young man spoke up: "Are you sure, Kyle? Haven't you gone crazy from studying all that philosophy?"
The young man named Kyle twitched the small mustache he had specially grown on his upper lip and said loudly: "It's absolutely true! You can go see for yourselves!"
Many young people, half-believing, began to move toward Hanberning Street, seemingly preparing to confirm the truth of the matter.
People were constantly walking toward Hanberning Street—Investigators, civilians, and even a Saint.
While the culprit of this incident was still walking grandly against the crowd toward the direction of leaving Ibiza, and no Investigator even thought of intercepting her.
Syl lowered her head, considering what to eat for lunch and whether to go to Justice's place for a meal, because the saran noodles really tasted good.
At noon, the police station in the Ivisa District collaborated with other districts to issue the highest-level wanted order for the Joker, along with a clear photo of his features provided by the Church of Generosity and Wisdom.
Shortly after the wanted order was issued, just in time for the factories' lunch break, most people in the Iviza West District heard the news of the wanted order.
Under the generous speech of a young man named Kyle, a large number of angry young people flooded into the Iviza West District police station, demanding that the station withdraw the wanted order.
With a warning shot from a panicked detective, the entire crowd of marchers was ignited. They angrily rushed into the Iviza West District police station, smashed everything in sight, and finally, before the army could approach, set the police station on fire.
A long-awaited battle of revenge began after the [Burning of the Ibiza Police Station Incident] was set in motion.