Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 390 - 389: Tracking the Truth

Chapter 390: Chapter 389: Tracking the Truth

Ailuodi asked the question on Chaoyang’s behalf, voicing the doubts in her heart.

This time, Franwick didn’t reply immediately as he had before.

Uncharacteristically, he fell silent, the veins on the hand clutching the hourglass bulging... After several seconds of hesitation, the old man exhaustedly shook his head, "You are the Divine Envoy, and I do not wish to lie to you... To be honest, when I heard that my home was on fire and rushed back... the house was already... already engulfed in flames. My wife’s body was in the yard, still cradling the smallest child in her arms, and from the wound on her back, it seemed she was stabbed from behind while trying to escape..."

He spoke with great difficulty, as if only now his calm facade was breaking, "That’s right, I didn’t see who the killer was, maybe it was the Harpoon Gang, or the Black Gold Association, or maybe the company sent someone... But does it really matter?"

"The fact is my whole family is dead, and people around saw masked intruders entering my home; their goal was clear, not to rob but to kill as a demonstration. So, in my eyes, they are all the principal culprits of this incident. As for the Fish Harpoon... they are the most powerful gang, and Zigelin does enjoy killing with his own hands, that’s why I hold them responsible for this blood feud. But I am also aware, without the backing of Ransu Company, they would not have the guts to touch me, so I hope to slay the real murderers with my own hands, as well as make Ransu Company pay in blood!"

With that, Franwick took a deep breath, "I heard from Enkui that the Paradise Sect not only finished off Zigelin but also completely dissolved the Harpoon Gang... Did your divinities find out any insider information? Please tell me!"

"There’s not much to the insider information... All I can tell you is that Zigelin didn’t send anyone to slaughter your family."

"Is that so? Thank you..." Surprisingly, the old man seemed relieved.

"Why thank you?" Ailuodi was somewhat perplexed.

"It means that the murderer is not dead yet... I still have the chance to take personal revenge on them!" The flame in Franwick’s eyes burned even brighter, "I will find them, no matter where they hide, to the ends of the earth!"

"I hope you get your wish. I have no further questions."

"Poor man..." Watching the old man’s departing figure, the Angel murmured, "He has devoted the rest of his life to vengeance. Once his goal is achieved, he probably will lose his reason to live."

"In such circumstances, being alive is already fortunate." Chaoyang was more focused on the hourglass; aside from the moment Franwick hesitated, when the sand’s flow seemed to slightly stall, it remained unchanged at other times. "Besides, based on what he said, he should be speaking sincerely."

"You should see if there’s any clue Sweet Potato can provide."

"Yes, speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives; Kokomoqi has brought the person here, we’ll talk later."

Chaoyang ended the communication and watched as a boy and a girl, two children, pushed the door and entered the living room. Sitting in the living room to welcome them was a duplicate, adopting the detective guise from the Magnificent Castle era, appearing both reliable and composed.

"Uh... Where is the Divine Envoy? Isn’t she here?" Sweet Potato, looking at the unfamiliar Chaoyang, couldn’t help feeling a little intimidated.

"Look over here," Kokomoqi spoke.

Turning his head, the moment Sweet Potato’s gaze met hers, his eyes lost focus. Then the boy swayed and collapsed into the arms of the Magic Goddess.

"Is this also magic?" Chaoyang was only concerned with instructing Kokomoqi to knock Sweet Potato out through mental communication; he didn’t expect that Kokomoqi would simply use a gaze to put Sweet Potato compliantly to sleep.

"Merely a hypnotic trick. What are you going to do next?" The Magic Goddess dragged the boy in front of Chaoyang, "Shouldn’t the connection be initiated when he’s awake?"

"I’m going to perform a deep connection, so it’s easier to take effect while he’s asleep," Chaoyang placed a hand on Sweet Potato’s forehead, "You just wait here for a few minutes."

Kokomoqi obediently nodded her head.

A boy of about ten years old lacked the mature cognitive abilities to construct mental defenses, making it very easy for him to invade the other’s memory labyrinth and find a section of memories that had been sealed.

From the fuzzy images, it was clear that Sweet Potato and Envoy of Mist had been together for more than just a day or two.

Chaoyang followed the memories forward and was surprised to discover that Sweet Potato and his brothers had recognized this sister for at least half a month. What astonished him more was that the sister in the memories had been in poor health, frequently coming down with high fever and mostly lying in a daze on the bed at home, not even stepping out of the house more than twice.

This isn’t right...

At the time, the girl’s symptoms looked like a fever caused by an infection, and she did indeed get significantly better after being given various medications. But the question is, what kind of infectious disease could last for more than half a month? Sweet Potato’s home was not an ICU ward; after burning up for half a month, most organs should have failed already.

Could it be... the Angel and I both misjudged the cause of the illness?

Chaoyang continued to push forward through the memories, and almost a month in, the blurred images suddenly became clear—this meant it was a strong memory fragment that had left a deep impression on Sweet Potato, one that the brain hadn’t forgotten even after being sealed for so long.

A raging fire that turned nearly the entire night sky blood red, people struggling and fighting in the flames, the shaking dark silhouettes resembled charred human bodies as well as collapsing beams.

Chaoyang realized this was the scene witnessed by Sweet Potato, a seaside house engulfed in fierce flames.

At that moment, a woman clutching a child stumbled out of the inferno, covered in white smoke, but a streak of black light moved faster than her and pierced through both her spine and the child she was holding, in nearly the blink of an eye.

After the woman fell, Chaoyang couldn’t see who the perpetrator was—behind her was an empty space, nothing but firelight. Sweet Potato seemed frightened; the image violently trembled and began to move away from the location. But after not getting very far, he stopped, as if something had caught his attention. The view turned to a bush beside the road; after parting the bushes with both hands, a girl lying unconscious appeared before his eyes.

That person was none other than Ailuodi, the Envoy of Mist, he had previously seen!

The great fire... the murder... the wife attacked from behind...

Chaoyang’s heart leaped!

Could it be that the place where Sweet Potato and the Envoy of Mist had met was right in front of Franwick Yuss’s residence?

Moreover, looking at the sequence of events, the Envoy of Mist had already arrived there before the murder began.

The girl was present during the public execution, and she was there during the fire as well—there couldn’t be no connection between these events.

Chaoyang had a feeling that the truth was just one step away from him now.

Breaking free from the memory labyrinth, he directly said to Kokomoqi, "You take Sweet Potato back to the cave, then meet up with my Chosen One and head to the south of the city. Find the site of Franwick’s residence, and there cast Miracle Replay Magic to see what happened on the night of twenty-nine days ago at eight o’clock."

"Twenty-nine days ago?" Kokomoqi pouted. "That’s going to use quite a bit of energy, maybe Yu will only be able to use the magic once, rather than the five or six times before. Are you sure you want to spend your precious wishing power here?"

"Please," Chaoyang said earnestly.

The other party hesitated, then covered her mouth and said, "Since it’s a junior’s request, then Yu will reluctantly fulfill it for you."