Free Web NovelChapter 582: Chapter 582 Divination Results_1
Rose Iron Prison, Aiden’s office.
"Still nothing?" Aiden looked at Tony for confirmation.
"No one followed us today either," Tony shook his head.
"In the end, there’s still no progress," Aiden folded his arms.
There was only one day left until the night of the full moon.
This past week, apart from searching for females who could potentially become targets, Aiden himself had been making efforts in another direction—investigating the person tracking him.
That day, the Doppelganger killer had followed Aiden to the prison using Deborah’s appearance, probably after seeing the scandal between Aiden and Deborah in the newspaper articles.
Furthermore, since the killer deliberately targeted women who bore a resemblance to Deborah, it was clear he paid considerable attention to her.
Aiden felt that the other party might track and investigate him again, so sometimes when he went out, he deliberately did not change his appearance, allowing Tony to search for the follower invisibly from behind, then trace them back in reverse.
However, the final outcome was only tracking down two paparazzi who were still doggedly pursuing news about Deborah, and nothing else.
The killer, it was unknown whether it was due to caution, or simply because he had lost interest in him.
"In the end, we can only resort to the original plan," Aiden thought to himself.
Relying on Deborah’s divination to ferret out the target, even if that divination was truly accurate to the point of being infallible, there was still a risk of failure.
These days, the number of women they found who resembled Deborah had increased to fifty-three, but in this city of over a million people, this number probably didn’t even make up twenty percent of the enemy’s real target range.
If the result of the divination on the day didn’t match any of those fifty-plus people, they would have no choice but to use the divination results to have the police and the Heresy Tribunal search the whole city.
At least now it was certain that the Doppelganger killer was in this city.
If they didn’t catch up, it meant another human life.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the office door, and Aiden called out, "Come in."
Veronica entered the room and saluted Aiden, "Commander."
"It’s about your leave for tomorrow, I’ve already approved it and sent it over to HR," Aiden said as soon as he saw her.
Tomorrow night was the night of the full moon, and according to "The Covenant’s" regulations for the management of werebeings, werewolves were required to self-isolate on this evening, either staying indoors the entire time, or if accidentally outside, to strictly avoid any sightlines. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Typically, Veronica would only work half a day shift or take the whole day off on this date. freewebnσvel.cѳm
"Alright," Veronica nodded, then spoke with a hint of apology, "I’m sorry, Commander, to be of no help to you at such a time..."
"What are you talking about? Without you, how would I have been able to let the police spare people to help us?" Aiden smiled, "You’ve done what you could, now leave the rest to me."
"Understood," Veronica replied.
"It’s time for you to get off work and go home, see you the day after tomorrow," Aiden waved his hand.
Veronica left the office and headed straight for the changing room.
For the next day, she would mostly stay at her own home.
Since she couldn’t be a direct support to her Commander, at the very least she had to comply with arrangements and not drag their feet.
Exiting the prison’s side door and arriving at the public carriage stop, she suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of a prickle on her back.
She looked around, just in time to lock eyes with a man standing nearby.
Noticing her gaze, the man smiled and stepped closer, "Madam, were you looking at me? I happen to be quite interested in you, too. Do you work around here?"
"I just felt a strange gaze, that’s all," Veronica said coldly.
"Don’t say that; meeting here is enough to call it fate, enough to start getting to know each other. I regret to inform you that your wallet won’t be necessary today, because I’m buying! How about we go for a drink?" the man said enthusiastically, hitting on her.
"I’m busy, please don’t bother me. I’m a werewolf and a police officer; I suggest you don’t make a nuisance of yourself," Veronica stated bluntly.
"Ah, that’s really... such a pity," the man said, his expression stiffening as he backed out and slinked away.
As Veronica watched the man disappear from sight, she still felt the lingering discomfort of that unsettling sensation on her back, giving her an inexplicable feeling of heart palpitations.
Lately, it seemed to happen all too often without reason.
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At the same time, Deborah was repeatedly performing divinations at her home.
She stood in front of a large floor mirror, tossing coins engraved with different symbols and muttering to herself.
The ritual, taught to her by her foster mother, the Chameleon Thief Liv, was to perform this divination and then use the "substitute" incantation to foresee the appearance of someone.
In fact, even though she had learned this technique, Deborah knew she really couldn’t divine anything; she was just copying the process taught by her mother.
But the ritual had proven useful; on nights of the full moon, she could always successfully divine the target of the Doppelganger Murderer, though she had no clue of the underlying principle.
In the past, even if she did divine the target, it was useless—finding a person with a specific appearance was impossible with only a day or two, leading her to search in vain only to see the event reported in the news the next day.
But this time, she had her chosen hero to help her.
To buy time for Mr. Aiden’s search, she needed to identify the murderer’s target as early as possible.
As far as Deborah knew, at least five girls had been killed by the Doppelganger Murderer. On very rare occasions, the murderer would transform into the victim more than a day in advance and begin impersonating them.
According to plan, she was supposed to go to the Rose Iron Prison and meet with Aiden at nightfall, but before taking action, she still wanted to try to divine the target as early as possible to save time.
She started divining at intervals throughout the day, and this was her fifth attempt, with no results from any prior attempts.
On the fifth divination, she chanted the incantation and watched herself in the floor mirror, praying in her heart that the figure that appeared would be one of the potential targets Aiden had gathered information on.
The figure in the mirror suddenly distorted, as if the reflection in a lake rippled.
Here it comes! The result of the divination is ready!!
Deborah’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately widened her eyes, staring intently at the floor mirror.
When the figure in the mirror became clear again, Deborah’s eyes suddenly widened even more.
Aiden had mentioned that the victims targeted by the murderer all resembled Deborah in some way.
But this time, Aiden was wrong.
Deborah recognized the person in the mirror, murmuring, "Officer... Miss?"
The person that appeared in the mirror was none other than Aiden’s female prison guard!
