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Chapter.81 Left Hand (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    On this afternoon when a carriage drove out of Tingen City and headed for the small town of Ramde, a childish and innocent ballad was heard from a slightly dim and narrow room in a house on the outskirts of the city.

    "Alice, Alice~ the beautiful, intelligent, knowledgeable and kind great witch, my dearest master!" The

    little robin, who had specially used a gifted spell to turn his feathers into azure blue, flapped his wings briskly, hovered in front of a mirror in the room, and raised his wing tips to swing left and right a few times.

    "Today I asked the mirror a question: Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful, elegant, and kindest witch in the world?"

    After singing this sentence, the little robin jumped to the back of the mirror and continued to sing in a strange tone:

    "The mirror answered me: Of course it is your master, Eve's master Alice. She is the most beautiful, elegant, and kindest witch in the world."

    After reciting the lyrics she had made up without blushing, the familiar Eve jumped back in front of the mirror with a chirp and continued to sing:

    "So I asked the mirror again: Mirror, mirror, do you know when my great master Alice will be willing to nod and let me be promoted to Sequence 8?"

    "The mirror answered me: Of course it will be soon. She will soon agree to let you change from a 'thief' to a 'swindler'!"

    The little robin jumped lively again in front of the smooth mirror that reflected her appearance. Just as she was about to continue humming randomly, she saw the figure in the mirror who had always had his back to her turned around and glanced at her silently.

    "...Love, Alice!"

    The little blue robin immediately shrank its head and fluttered its wings, blinking its green eyes to look cute.

    "If you feel bored and have nothing to do, I can assign you a few investigation tasks," Alice's voice came from the other side of the mirror, in a calm tone, "The most interesting option is to track down the unlucky guy whose tin box you stole last night and find out his identity and origin..." Upon hearing this, the familiar

    Eve immediately straightened her chest and raised her voice to clarify for herself:

    "Alice, I, I don't feel bored, I just watched what you were doing in the mirror... What do you mean by eating gold? Well! I just thought that you must feel tired after making salt for almost a day, and I was afraid that you would be bored, so I thought of singing a few songs for you..."

    This time, Alice did not immediately expose the little robin's excuse that he made up out of guilt.

    Because she could feel from the connection of the familiar contract that the little guy's concern for her was sincere, although there were many distracting thoughts, such as the excitement of being promoted to Sequence 8 as soon as possible, and the desire to urge her to deal with the "stolen goods" stolen last night...

    Thinking of this, Alice controlled the alchemy array on the experimental table to enter a stagnant state, temporarily retaining the current reaction progress, preparing to take a short break, and by the way, calming her own familiar's anxious mood.

    She changed out of the long coat she used for the experiment, and simply used a cleaning spell to clean up the debris and dust on her body, then stepped out of the mirror, opened the curtains, and nestled in the recliner in front of the French window without any image.

    Squinting her eyes, she looked at the fields extending far outside the house, and the steam train tracks looming at the end of her vision. The familiar Eve consciously flew to her hand, allowing the girl to stroke her feathers at will, and made a melodious cry.

    "Eve." Alice teased the little girl for a while, knowing full well why she was being so well behaved and flattering today, so she asked, "You want to be promoted to Sequence 8 'Swindler'. Can you give a specific reason?"

    The little bird with blue feathers was stunned for a moment:

    "What reason is there... After the potion is digested, I must be thinking about getting promoted."

    "Do you think it's instinct that drives you to think this way?" Seeing that she didn't seem to understand what she meant, Alice asked again.

    "Instinct... I don't understand, Alice. Danitali told me that promotion will give me new abilities, which can strengthen my current abilities and may make me smarter. So I thought it sounded good, and promotion would make me more powerful and more useful..." Eve quickly retracted her head after secretly taking a look at the witch master who couldn't see her emotions, "I, I just wanted to help you..."

    Alice seemed to be thinking for a while, and sighed softly, and a faint smile appeared on her face again.

    "I understand. Don't be too anxious, Eve. Now you are only one potion ingredient and two auxiliary ingredients away from promotion. You have two choices - first, continue to rely on me and wait for me to collect all the ingredients and then be promoted; second, obtain them through your own efforts, no matter what means. I have already told you the names of the ingredients, and if you decide to choose the second way, then I can promise to upgrade your crystal core and engrave a new fixed spell into it..."

    "Alice, do I really have a chance to choose? I always feel that you just want me to choose the second option..."

    With the experience of using spells in this period of time, Eve naturally knows that a new spell means as much to her as the improvement that can be obtained by taking potions to be promoted.

    Therefore, she just chirped and complained for a while, and then accepted the task given by the master.

    Alice shook her head and chuckled, and told Eve a few words, asking her not to bother the master to clean up the mess, and then turned to mention another issue that the little robin was concerned about.

    "You put the iron box on my desk, right?"

    "But Alice, you are on vacation today, so you are staying in this room, making your salt without even leaving the house..." Eve said in a sad tone.

    "I wanted to correct you before. It's an experiment, not salt. Your Loen language level shouldn't be that bad, right?" Alice rubbed the little robin's soft head with her fingers and got back to the point. "But when I cast the detection spell last night, I found out that the things inside the iron box were isolated by the spiritual wall, but the iron box itself could not block others' exploration and search. So I added some spell protection to it, at least I don't have to worry about the original owner of the iron box you stole coming to my door."

    "Chirp, Alice, but you don't seem to be in a hurry to open the box and see what's inside..."

    "Are you anxious? Or do you think that the box just happens to contain the ingredients for the 'Swindler' potion, and you can get promoted immediately after opening it?"

    Alice meant to make a joke, but the familiar Eve blinked her green eyes and nodded very seriously.

    "Maybe that's it!"

    "...Okay." Alice pondered for a moment, stood up and walked to the wide dressing mirror in the room, stretched out her right hand and immersed it in the mirror, as if searching for a while, and then took out the mysterious iron box far away in Tingen City from the mirror and placed it on the desk in front of the window.

    In order to avoid destroying the spiritual blockade, she decided to choose the means of water mirror perspective, and reached out to touch the cold surface of the iron box.

    As the spell was chanted in a low voice, a colorless and transparent water curtain spread on the iron box lid. Both the caster and the familiar who were watching could see clearly what was inside the iron box.

    It was a hand.

    A human severed hand soaked in blood. From its uneven cross-section, thick blood even oozed out slowly and strangely, silently merging into the nearly half-full pool of blood in the iron boxChapter.81 Left Hand (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    "——What is this! Chirp! Alice! Help!"

    Eve, who had never seen many bloody scenes, was obviously very frightened. She flapped her wings randomly and flew to her master's shoulder. She shrank her head and wanted to hide in the loose hair.

    "Calm down, Eve, it's just a hand."

    Alice frowned. The sensing through the water mirror was too vague. It was almost difficult to judge the nature and function of this severed hand from the appearance alone, and it was impossible to infer why it was placed in an iron box by a passenger...

    But what is certain is that this weird, weird severed hand that can make people's scalps numb must be a special item with extraordinary abilities.

    The church may call it a sealed object, but in the mouth of wild extraordinary people, it is a magical item.

    ... Could it really be a prop with the ability of a "swindler"?

    Alice was surprised and quickly pulled a corner of the world in the mirror to cover the entire room, and then destroyed the spiritual blockade in the iron box.

    The moment the lid of the box was opened, a strong, almost nauseating smell of blood wafted out. The severed hand soaked in blood seemed to have sensed some kind of change, as if the cut surface that had been torn by brute force stopped oozing blood, and the fingers that were half submerged in the blood began to tremble slightly but clearly.

    "Chi--!! Hand-hand-hand-hand-it's moving!!!"

    Eve was so scared that she screamed and wished she could bury herself in the witch's hair and never come out again.

    "Be quiet."

    The little robin thought that the master was giving her an order, so she had to cover her head with her wings timidly.

    But this was not the first time Alice had dealt with such a prop that seemed to have the characteristics of a living thing. With the Level 2 seal of the Church of the Night as a precedent, she knew how to make such a disobedient magical item behave well.

    So she ignored the strange sign that the severed hand seemed to be about to jump out of the iron box at any time, took out the corresponding spell materials, and cast three spells in succession - spiritual enlightenment, friendship, and mental weakness. The severed

    hand was first briefly endowed with wisdom and personality by the first spell, and then was forced to have a friendly relationship with Alice by the second spell. Finally, the mental weakness spell that wiped out its reason and destroyed its personality turned it into a fool who could not actively use its abilities and only had the instinct to identify... Well, stupid hand. After

    completing these preliminary work, Alice was relieved a little, and carefully examined the severed hand that was as quiet as a specimen and no longer bleeding. After a while, she showed a strange expression.

    "Eve, I don't know how to describe your luck..."

    Chirp? The little robin moved away the tip of its wings tremblingly, letting its green bean eyes look through the gaps in its feathers at the desk, at the strange severed hand that had become obedient in the iron box.

    "This hand... probably contains the core material of the 'Thief' pathway, which means you can use it to mix potions..." Alice said slowly.

    "Really? Does that count as the potion material I found myself? Alice, you said before that if I found the potion material myself, I would add an extra spell to my crystal core!"

    Eve immediately forgot her fear and cried excitedly.

    "Don't be too happy, I haven't finished yet." Alice looked her familiar up and down, and suddenly smiled maliciously, "The core material in this broken hand can indeed be mixed into the potion for your promotion, but it may be a little too early for you... This is definitely not the extraordinary material concentration of Sequence 8, but a higher level, Sequence 7."

    "Sequence 7... What will my 'Thief' become when it advances to Sequence 7?" Eve tilted her head in confusion.

    "I don't know either."

    Alice said, and fished out the mysterious severed hand that had turned into dementia from the pool of blood in the iron box with a little disdain. Just as she was about to conduct further research, she suddenly received a strange "message". A

    strange message was sent to her.

    "This used to be the left hand of a 'Cryptologist'... He was good at reasoning, restoring the truth of occult events, and foreseeing the development of things... But he dug out the truth that he shouldn't know in an unfortunate accident and lost his life... If you carry this hand with you, the observation, association and deduction abilities of the carrier will be greatly improved, but be careful not to let this hand drain your blood..."

    "Cryptologist"? After the two names of the potion full of criminal nature, "Thief" and "Swindler", how did the future development of this path become strange?

    Alice was stunned for a while, and was sure that the message just now was a friendly signal from the severed hand. She temporarily accepted these strange settings and comforted Eve casually:

    "When you are promoted to 'Swindler', I will confirm more details. Now you should concentrate on collecting materials." After

    putting away the obedient and demented severed hand and simply sending away the over-energetic servant Eve, Alice relaxed for a while and prepared to return to the laboratory in the mirror to continue the unfinished alchemical reaction.

    However, as soon as she got up from the recliner, she noticed that the windbreaker hanging on the coat rack seemed to move, as if something in the pocket was trembling slightly.

    She walked over, took out a palm-sized conch from her pocket, moved close to the opening of the shell, and listened with her ear.

    "Miss Alice, do you have time tonight? I have a commission and I would like to ask you for help..."

    - Miss Audrey from Backlund left a message.

    Alice tilted her head to think for a while, and replied to the message in a relatively conservative way:

    "I have been busy with some personal matters in the past few days, and I may not be able to spare time at night. If you are sure that there are no outsiders around, you can directly tell the details of the commission to the conch I sent you, and I will give you a clear answer after hearing it."

    Since this communication tool originated from marine aquatic civilization cannot guarantee the instant communication, and can only keep a text message each time, Alice first assumed that Audrey's message was sent a long time ago, so she adopted this tone.

    But unexpectedly, not long after she put down the conch, the other party's reply arrived. Helplessly

    , Alice could only walk back to the coat rack again and listen to what Audrey said about the commission.

    "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingos... "Wind-loving" Sequence 6 Beyonders from the "Sailor" Path... "Creeping Hunger"...

    After weighing and comparing the strengths of several Sequence 6 Beyonders, Alice sighed softly and replied with regret:

    "I'm sorry that I can't meet your expectations. I plan to focus on some personal matters recently. I'll go to Backlund to find you in a few days when I'm free. Hmm... As for that wanted criminal like the pirate general, he's just a weak Sequence 6 and may be caught soon. Anyway, if I'm free and this commission is still valid, I'll consider taking action."

    ... Weak Sequence 6?

    Audrey, who was far away in Backlund, held the slightly trembling conch in her hand, her expression a little dazed.Chapter.82 The Devil's Omen (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    In the early morning, Klein walked into the door of Blackthorn Security Company on time. He was so energetic that it was hard to tell that he had experienced a thrilling "castle exploration activity" last night.

    Just last night, he and Mr. Azik explored the abandoned castle outside the town of Ramde. While helping the other party recall a small part of his memory, he also preliminarily confirmed one of his guesses.

    Mr. Azik really has a secret. I'm afraid that every few decades, he will cycle and forget the past, fall into a deep sleep, wake up again, and start a completely different life from before - this can also explain why the dream that Mr. Azik described to him was full of various contradictory expressions, including scenes of fighting with people with a spear in hand, and scenes of enjoying a rich life as a lord. Sometimes he is a kind father, and sometimes he turns into a cold executioner...

    Perhaps, these are all the pasts that Mr. Azik has personally experienced.

    The two reached a friendly consensus on cooperation last night.

    Klein continued to help Azik find his forgotten past, and Azik expressed his willingness to find the mastermind behind Klein's mismatched fate. This was not only because he wanted to repay Klein's kindness, but also to avenge the Black Knight whose head was taken away from the coffin in the basement of the castle and his child.

    Because Azik seemed to be sure that the mastermind had come to this long-abandoned castle and took away the head of the Black Knight in the coffin in the basement in order to achieve a certain purpose of his own.

    And it was precisely because of the artificial destruction of the ritual on the coffin to prevent corpse transformation that the long-dead Black Knight's resentment persisted, and with the help of the iron gloves, he turned into a resentful spirit, triggering a series of subsequent events, affecting his sister Melissa's friend Elizabeth, who was cursed by the resentful spirit, which led to the opportunity for Klein, Captain Dunn, and teammate Fry to rush to the town of Ramde to deal with extraordinary events.

    Klein had indeed never expected that his search for Mr. Azik's past would lead him back to the terrifying mastermind, as if his shadow was everywhere, and there was no way to escape the strange and coincidental cycle.

    However, after the witch from another world, he finally found another helper to seek help from, which gave him more confidence in his plan after finding the red chimney house, and he no longer had to worry about how to guide the night watchers to intervene.

    Klein, who was full of energy, stepped into the company's door and walked into the reception hall. He was about to greet Miss Roshan, who was in charge of the front desk, but found that there was no figure behind the table facing the entrance of the reception hall.

    As he approached, he glanced at the steaming coffee cup on the table and concluded that Miss Roshan had just left for a while because of something.

    He then crossed the partition and walked towards the corridor, but his spiritual intuition made him feel strange, and he vaguely felt that the Blackthorn Security Company seemed a little too quiet this morning.

    He saw that the doors of several offices he passed by were open. No one was inside, but gas lamps were on, filling every dim room in the gloomy weather with warm light.

    When he walked to the clerk's office, he saw that the door was ajar, and heard conversations and very slight sobbing coming from inside.

    Could something have happened?

    Klein's heart tightened, and he didn't care too much. He pushed open the door of the clerk's office and saw that almost all the night watchmen, including the captain, were gathered here. Even Roshan, who was supposed to be in the reception hall, was no exception. She had the same worried expression on her face as the clerk Mr. Bright. She was surrounding a lady with her head down, whispering to her from time to time to comfort her. The one who

    made a slight sob was the black-haired lady who covered her mouth and nose with her hands. She was the accountant of the Blackthorn Security Company, Mrs. Orianna.

    "What happened?" It was rare to see Leonard, who was supposed to be resting on Wednesday, so Klein lowered his voice and approached him to ask.

    The night watcher with the romantic temperament of a poet shed his usual frivolous and casual demeanor, glanced at him with his green eyes, lowered his voice, turned sideways and answered:

    "We received a telegram last night from the 'Mechanical Heart'... Do you know the extraordinary event that Mrs. Aolianna had experienced? Sixteen years ago, the serial killer case that shocked the entire Tingen City."

    Klein didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned a long-overdue past event.

    "I've heard that five innocent girls were victimized that year, and Mrs. Aolianna almost became the sixth victim... If the night watchers hadn't arrived in time and killed the evil Beyonder who committed the crime on the spot. I even remember that the police and various newspapers nicknamed the murderer at the time, 'Bloody Butcher'."

    At this point, he suddenly reacted:

    "...The follow-up of the serial murder case that year?"

    Only this hypothesis can explain the abnormal behavior of many colleagues in the company this morning, especially Mrs. Aolianna.

    Leonard was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head gently:

    "Strictly speaking, it cannot be called a follow-up, but it is also true that a vicious potential criminal has appeared in Tingen City... The captain should explain the details to you later."

    "I remember that the serial murders back then were related to devil worship, and the internal organs of the murdered girls were taken away for the purpose of performing devil rituals..."

    Just like those male students who were whispering and talking to each other in class, Klein whispered to Leonard to confirm his thoughts, and paid attention to the conversations of other colleagues in the office.

    Unlike Roshan and others who were comforting and appeasing Mrs. Orianna, Captain Dunn took care of the accountant's mood and signaled that she could take a leave to go home and rest today, while Mrs. Orianna herself was trying to curb her instinctive fear reaction, as if she was a little ashamed of affecting everyone's normal work order...

    "Yes, if you have read the records in the database carefully during this period, you should know about the ancient organization "Blood Worship." Leonard softly confirmed his speculation.

    At this moment, Mrs. Orianna suddenly stood up from her chair, her eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the office one by one, and finally showed a stiff smile to the captain of the Night Watch, Dunn Smith, trying to be calm.

    "Don't worry, I just overreacted for a moment, there is no need to ask for leave to go home and rest... I should be able to calm down faster in the company..."

    The lady with a trembling voice firmly said that she would cheer up and there was no need to worry too much about her.

    Seeing that the other party was firm and tough, Dunn agreed with her statement after thinking for a while, turned around and looked at the Night Watch members behind him, nodded deeply with gray eyes, and said:

    "Others, go back to your posts according to the original arrangement. Klein, Luo Yao, you come with me."

    "The Sleepless" Luo Yao Leiding was assigned to patrol the cemetery in the North District last night. At this time, he might not be as well-informed about the whole incident as Klein, who had secretly communicated with Leonard, but the lady's expression was always cold, and she didn't show much confusion. Soon she took the lead and followed Dunn out of the civil servants' office.

    Seeing this, Klein hurriedly greeted Leonard and followed the two men to the captain's office.

    "Last night we received a telegram from the 'Mechanical Heart' team, saying that an extremely dangerous Beyonder has entered Tingen City." Dunn Smith went straight to the point and handed over two sketches.

Chapter.82 The Devil's Omen (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    "Captain, this..." Klein frowned after taking a glance, "This is totally..."

    "Haha, I know what you mean, this can't help us confirm the other party's identity at all." Dunn took out his pipe from the pocket of his windbreaker, thought about it, put the pipe back, sat back at his desk, and took a sip of coffee. "But this is already the clearest portrait that the 'Mechanical Heart' can get. Apart from that, there is only the name 'Eni Andrellad', whose authenticity cannot be confirmed, as a clue... No, perhaps it should be said that it was the surname Andrellad that aroused the vigilance of the 'Mechanical Heart' team, which led to the two portraits you see now."

    It's no wonder that Klein felt strange, because the portrait handed over by the captain was in the form of a pencil sketch, depicting a male head wearing a wide-brimmed tall hat, with half of his face covered by a mask. Except for a pair of slender eyes like a venomous snake, there were almost no other obvious features. Even the text annotations next to the portrait only stated the color of the other party's hat and the style of the clothes he wore that day.

    "Andrellad... I remember this last name. There is a demon family called Andrellad in the 'Blood Worship' that worships demons." Luo Yao, who had black hair and a cold expression, suddenly spoke.

    Klein, who had already considered the direction of the "Blood Worship" before, nodded solemnly and asked Dunn for more details of the related incident.

    Dunn stroked his pipe and recalled with a frown:

    "At the beginning, the case was filed as an ordinary violent incident and handed over to the police for investigation, but the subsequent progress of the case was not smooth..."

    According to Dunn, the case occurred on Monday night, and gunshots suddenly rang out from the bottom of a passenger ship anchored at the port terminal.

    That night happened to be the time when the "Ice Tide" without passengers on board docked for repairs. Several crew members, including the captain, were interrupted from eating by the gunshots. They hurriedly picked up guns or sticks for self-defense and went to the bottom of the cabin to check the situation.

    The chef who was walking in the front with courage soon bumped into a man in a windbreaker wearing a wide-brimmed tall hat. He was mercilessly shot with several bullet holes in his head. He fell over the side of the boat into the river with his eyes wide open.

    Several young crew members who followed the chef were also shot directly in the vitals by the windbreaker man. They were unable to resist at all and fell to the ground wailing in pain.

    The windbreaker man who shot and killed people just seemed to think they were in the way. He eagerly and manically got rid of the dying crew members, jumped off the passenger ship and ran towards a certain direction on the shore at a sprint speed, as if he was chasing something.

    It seemed that only when the ammunition in the revolver was exhausted did the windbreaker man give up the aimless shooting and turn to the older and more concealed long-range attack method - that was the evidence collected from nearby places by the "Mechanical Heart" later. A dozen small flying knives flashing with cold light.

    Subsequent investigations only clarified the following points:

    the man in the windbreaker who shot and killed people hid in the cabin of the "Ice Tide" and sneaked into Tingen City in Loen. If his whereabouts were not exposed, the passenger ship would have taken him to Winter County in the north a day later.

    The man in the windbreaker's luggage was even left in the dim cabin. The Beyonders of the "Mechanical Heart" team used ritual magic to find out the terrible name that pointed to the demon family with his unsuspicious belongings.

    As for why Aini Andrellad suddenly killed people, why he didn't care about the belongings he carried and disappeared in the night in such a hurry, it is still shrouded in thick fog, and it is also like a shadow hanging over the hearts of the official Beyonders in Tingen City.

    "In short, although the relevant tracking work is mainly carried out by the 'Mechanical Heart' team, we should also pay more attention in our daily lives. If we encounter a suspicious person who is suspected to be a member of the Andrellad family, we should report the situation in time." Dunn said, took another sip of coffee, looked at Klein with gray eyes, paused for a long time as if trying to search for words from his memory, and then pinched his forehead and said, "By the way, Klein, go to the armory and help me call old Neil. The 'Manufactured Punisher' hopes to ask him to do some auxiliary work. You know, they are a little short of manpower recently..."

    "No problem." Klein nodded in response, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart. If the Manufactured Punisher only needed an expert who could perform divination and ritual magic, then he could do it himself. There was no need to trouble the old Neil to go back and forth...

    But when he came to the armory and looked around the empty room, he was in no mood to talk about these things.

    After quickly going upstairs, Klein pushed open the door of the captain's office again and looked at Dunn and Luo Yao in the room with a heavy expression:

    "Captain, are you sure that Old Neil really came to the company today? Ms. Luo Yao, have you seen Old Neil today?"

    "...I haven't seen him." Luo Yao seemed to have sensed something, and a rare waver appeared on his usually cold face.

    Klein looked at Dunn, whose brows were gradually furrowed, and confirmed word by word:

    "Didn't Old Neil send a message saying he wanted to take a leave?"

    "No, no... Old Neil has never been absent from work without reason like this..." Dunn put down his pipe and pinched his forehead again.

    "Although this may just be my overthinking, has Old Neil ever discussed with others to swap shifts before?" The ominous premonition lingering in Klein's heart, the spiritual premonition of a bad omen, became stronger and stronger, making him more and more terrified.

    Before Dunn could answer, Luo Yao stared at him with his deep blue eyes and answered with certainty:

    "Except when others took the initiative to discuss a change with him, Old Neil has never asked for a change of shifts. At least that's been the case for the past few years since I joined."

    "...Captain?" Klein looked at Dunn for help, only to see that the wrinkles between his brows were as deep as if cut by a knife.

    After a while, Dunn took a light breath and slowly exhaled:

    "Klein, can you recall what Old Neil usually said and did in front of you? No matter what the details are, can you please describe it as detailed as possible?"

    Although this request seemed a bit strange and inappropriate at the moment, Klein vaguely grasped the captain's intention.

    So he turned his memory back to the first day he met Old Neil. The image of the old man in black robes reading a book and drinking hand-ground coffee under the elegant gas lamp seemed as clear as yesterday; he recalled how Old Neil taught him how to use the "reimbursement method" reasonably and how to use the pendulum for divination...

    When Klein followed his own narration and returned to the weekend when he went to Old Neil's house to learn ritual magic, Dunn suddenly stopped him and stood up from behind his desk.

    "Klein, it's okay."

    "...What's okay?" Klein was still a little confused for a while, not understanding what was wrong with his narration.

    Dunn no longer answered him, but just silently put his hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, walked slowly to the door, and then turned around to look at the two Nighthawks with ugly faces.

    "We... go to Old Neil's house, you get ready, I need to go to Chanis Gate... Meet at the company gate in five minutes."Chapter.83 Farewell Song (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    It's too late.

    When Klein and his team arrived, they knew it was too late.

    Outside the detached house belonging to Old Neil, people in police uniforms set up a long cordon on the street.

    Several busy trainee police officers were persuading nearby onlookers to leave. Another police captain led several subordinates through the main gate and stood in the garden planted with roses and golden mint. They discussed something with pale faces and pointed at the ground in the garden from time to time. Klein

    lowered his half-high silk hat and followed the captain to the entrance of the house.

    The trainee police officers saw this group of people running straight towards the cordon and immediately stepped forward to dissuade them, but they saw the leading man in a windbreaker showing the senior inspector badge of the police station from his pocket, so they stopped again.

    "Please call the police captain over there and ask him to bring your colleagues over."

    The gray-eyed inspector police officer dressed in plain clothes said in a gentle tone, motioning to one of the trainee police officers.

    Not long after, the policemen who had entered the garden returned to the cordon. Several messy bloody footprints extended from the front door of the house to the street.

    Klein and Luo Yao watched the captain's back in silence. They watched him take out the inspector's badge and the certificate issued by the police station, and explain his identity to the sheriffs and police officers who had rushed over after receiving reports from nearby residents. He said that the situation in the house would be handled by his team of professionals, and asked them to isolate the scene and keep irrelevant onlookers away from the house.

    Seeing that they no longer had to worry about how to deal with the strange house, the sheriffs and police officers all breathed a sigh of relief, and their expressions relaxed a little, no longer looking so tense.

    Then, the policeman wearing the sheriff's hat took the initiative to explain the alarm they received to the inspector with deep gray eyes:

    "This morning, nearby residents saw a lot of blood flowing out of the door of this house, making a mess of the steps and the garden. Just when some brave people wanted to get closer to see what was going on, they suddenly heard a strange piano sound coming from the house... This scared several neighbors passing by, and they discussed calling the police."

    The piano sound...

    Klein closed his eyes speechlessly, recalling the past about Old Neil mentioned by Captain Dunn in the carriage. Old Neil

    was unmarried all his life, and only had a happy love affair when he was young, a happy love that was about to enter the marriage hall.

    But unfortunately, an accidental serious illness destroyed this ordinary happiness. Old Neil tried every way to save his lover's life, and even did not hesitate to expose the secret of the Beyonder to use ritual magic, but still failed to stop the deterioration of the situation, and he and her parted ways.

    In Klein's impression, Old Neil said that he had a deceased wife who loved music, so he placed a piano in the living room...

    According to Captain Dunn, Old Neil's home did not have a piano, at least until the beginning of this year.

    So who is playing the messy and crazy music in the house now?

    Everyone standing outside the main door of the house heard those manic notes, and turned their heads at the same time, looking at the tightly closed door with blood oozing from the gaps, their faces pale.

    Dunn didn't care about being polite anymore, and was the first to come to his senses and issue instructions to the sheriff and the police officers:

    "You go to maintain order at the scene, and don't let the crowd approach the house within 20 meters."

    After saying that, he crossed the cordon on the side of the street and walked straight to the door of the house where the piano sound suddenly stopped.

    Klein and Luo Yao followed closely, stepping into the garden that was almost soaked in blood behind the captain, stepping onto the slippery and sticky steps, and every step they took was like stepping on some unpleasant carpet surface.

    The three of them stopped outside the door of the house.

    "Remember what I told you on the way." Dunn looked back at the two night watchmen, took a deep breath, and then stepped forward to pull the rope connected to the doorbell.

    Ding-ling-ding-ling--

    as the bells collided with a crisp sound, the piano sound that had been paused for a while in the house suddenly sounded again, as if a manic patient slammed his fingers heavily on the keys to vent his painful emotions on the verge of despair. At

    this moment, whether it was the experienced Dunn or the two not-so-experienced night watchmen, the faces of the three became extremely solemn and pale, as if what they heard was not the sound of the piano, but the death knell of the god of death.

    Dunn took a step forward and stopped trying to ring the bell. He raised his hand and began to knock on the door heavily, but he shouted into the house in a steady voice:

    "Old Neil, you are home, right?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, the piano noise without any musical rhythm came to an abrupt end, and the deathly silence gradually spread, like a cold claw strangling the throats of the night watchmen, forcing them into a desperate situation with no way out.

    After waiting for a few more minutes, Dunn called out Old Neil's name again, and his tone was calm and caring as usual:

    "There was a case in the dock area the day before yesterday. A dangerous and evil Extraordinary entered Tingen. We are running out of manpower, and we need your ritual magic to assist... Remember the serial killer case sixteen years ago? That Extraordinary is likely to be a dangerous person who took the same sequence of potions as the murderer back then. I don't know when another tragedy will happen..."

    "By the way, today is Wednesday, you should come to work in the company, but we didn't see you in the company... We are teammates and companions. We are afraid that something has happened to you, and we are also worried about your physical condition. If you hear it, please respond."

    After a dozen seconds of silence that seemed to be as long as the change of centuries, a cough that seemed to contain a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm came from the room, and when the coughing stopped, Old Neil's old and hoarse voice finally responded.

    "Dunn, who did you bring with you?... Oh, it's Luo Yao, and Klein, you guys..." As he spoke, Old Neil couldn't help but coughing violently again. It took a long time for him to calm down, and his words were mixed with broken gasps like a broken bellows. "You, are you really here to visit me?"

    Dunn maintained a steady tone, forced a smile and said:

    "Of course, we have known each other for so many years, when have you ever seen me lie to you?"

    "Yes, you haven't lied to me..." Old Neil's voice suddenly rose, and he roared hoarsely and terrified, "But I saw it, I saw it! You are lying, you are lying! What are you holding in your hand? What are you holding in your hand! You want to use the seal to deal with me, right!"

    Klein closed his eyes sadly, no longer thinking about why Old Neil could see the scene outside the house through the door, see the black hair in the captain's hand, and didn't want to lower his head and stare at the weird scene of blood flowing out of the crack in the door.

    Looking silently at Luo Yao and Klein beside him, Dunn smiled bitterly and threw the black hair in his hand into the garden full of flowers. He spread out his empty palm to show Old Neil in the house:

    "Look, I have nothing but a walking stick now. Are you willing to believe it now? We are really just here to visit you. Can you open the door and let us in?"

    Old Neil seemed to hesitate for a while, and his tone became weak:

    "I think there is nothing wrong with me. You should go back..."Chapter.83 Farewell Song (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    It was not until Dunn insisted that he wanted to see Old Neil's current state with his own eyes that Old Neil finally gave in:

    "Well, you guys come in... No, you guys are not allowed to come in together. There's no need for so many people to visit... Yes, let Klein, let Klein come in, no one else is allowed to come in!"

    For some reason, Klein didn't feel surprised at all when he heard this request.

    He was about to raise his hand to wipe away the culprit that blurred his vision, but suddenly he felt dazed and saw the closed door in front of him turned into an empty and boundless darkness. A huge crimson moon was hanging in the sky, and Dunn, wearing a black windbreaker, was standing under the moon, looking at him with one hand in his pocket.

    Klein suddenly realized that he was dreaming and was dragged into the dream by the captain's "nightmare" ability.

    Dunn nodded at him with a solemn expression:

    "Remember what I told you in the carriage."

    "Okay, captain..." Klein pretended to be at a loss in his dream and responded slowly and stupidly.

    The dream was shattered. The figures of Crimson Moon and Dunn Smith disappeared, but the door in front of him had quietly opened.

    Klein looked inside the door, and could hardly suppress the fear on his face.

    Seeing him stop, a head with an old face that could barely be seen was suspended in the air in the living room. The mouth that was opening and closing and overflowing with bloody liquid made a voice that was very familiar to the night watchers.

    "What's wrong, Klein, come in quickly. Come in, I'm going to show you a high-level ritual magic today, a ritual magic that can be refined into life! This is a rare practical class in mysticism. The materials are all paid for by me. I have accumulated them slowly over the years. You must watch it carefully..."

    Klein lowered his head and walked to the door and stopped. His vision became blurred again.

    He heard himself asking in a choked voice:

    "Mr. Neil, do you remember the content of the mysticism course you were supposed to teach me yesterday morning? I was studying on my own at the company yesterday, but there are a few questions I still can't figure out. I would like to ask you to explain it to me first..."

    Old Neil, with only his head left, almost merged into the living room that had turned into a bloody hell, but he showed a twisted smile without any suspicion, and said as usual:

    "What's the problem? Tell me."

    Klein couldn't count the number of eyes on Old Neil's face. He only knew that pairs of cold and empty eyes were staring at his every move. Old Neil's original dark red eyes were half open and half closed, maintaining the little remaining spirit.

    So he randomly asked a few basic questions, and after getting the answers, he chatted with Old Neil like a family, just like their usual arrangement of chatting about some topics while drinking hand-ground coffee after finishing the mysticism course.

    Since when, Old Neil's voice gradually became lower, and those eyelashless, indifferent eyes also closed one by one. Only the old hoarse voice was still narrating, still venting the emotions of anger or sadness to the empty target.

    "... If, if you could have appeared a few years earlier... a dozen years earlier, and told me the revelation behind the motto of the 'Secret Peeper' earlier, I would... I would not have missed the opportunity, and would not have let Sallyst leave in such pain and helplessness..."

    Klein knew that Luo Yao must have avoided Old Neil's attention and picked up the Level 3 seal called "Quiet Hair" and threw it in from the living room window - the seal can make the creatures that directly touch it become quiet and lose almost all desires until they die.

    He also knew that the captain in the carriage had described the worst case scenario to them and arranged a plan of action for him and Luo Yao to execute as appropriate.

    But when Klein mechanically followed the actions of the captain and his teammates, he took out the revolver from the gun bag under his armpit and aimed at the terrifying and deformed head.

    When he saw Old Neil trying his best to open his twinkling eyes, he begged them for mercy in a weak, fawning manner, explaining that he was harmless, and even begging them to spare him for the sake of their old friendship.

    Klein realized that he could not pull the trigger no matter what.

    After two gunshots, the light that had been in those cloudy eyes completely disappeared.

    There was no sound of piano in the house anymore.

    ...

    "It's going to rain..."

    Silently staring at the gloomy sky outside the window, Alice got up and left the empty and quiet clinic reception room, crossed the cubicle, and stopped in front of a locked door.

    On the door leading to the medicinal plant garden, there was a rough hand-carved wooden sign, on which the current name of the medicinal plant garden was marked in childish fonts, and there were a few simple drawings full of childishness next to it.

    After glancing at the sign on the door, Alice found the key to the door lock from the drawer next to her, unlocked the door, and began to build a temporary awning for the plants in the herb garden that needed to be protected from moisture and rain.

    When the work at hand came to an end, she turned to look at the half-high tree in the center of the garden, looking at the white-bellied gold-winged bird standing on the branch and stealing the fruits from the treetops, and sighed heavily.

    "Eve, I remember I told you not to eat the fruits in this herb garden, especially those from this tree."

    The familiar Eve shrank her head when she heard it, and opened her beak as if to refute something, but she lost her balance and fell directly from the treetops and fell into the bushy plants below.

    Alice walked over slowly, bent down and picked up the stiff little robin from the mud.

    "This is the snake tongue fruit. Its extracted juice is commonly used to anesthetize wounds. Direct consumption will cause mild paralysis of the reaction nerves... Well, it's a good thing you didn't eat too much, otherwise you would have to lie down for two whole days."

    The little robin blinked his green bean eyes aggrievedly, as if he wanted to say something, but he soon found that it was very difficult for him to speak, and had to beg his master by telepathy:

    "Alice, the fruit on this tree has a very tempting fragrance, I just couldn't help it for a moment... Alice, Alice, I know you can help me solve this little trouble. You won't have the heart to see me pitiful and helpless, you will definitely help me, right?"

    "Humph." Alice just chuckled, helped shake off the dirt on the familiar, and avoided the topic, "Eve, do you know what this medicinal plant garden is called now?"

    "Chi! I didn't notice!" The little robin who never went out said that he couldn't see the house number, and replied confidently.

    Perhaps thinking of something interesting, Alice rubbed the furry head of her own familiar with her fingers, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

    "This is now the Garden of Eden, or you can call it the Garden of Eden... Stealing food here is not a good thing, especially for you."

    Chirp? Why?

    The little robin's eyes were full of confusion.

    "Well... I remembered a song."

    Alice obviously did not intend to explain the confusion to her familiar. She looked calm and peaceful with a slightly curved eyebrow, looking at the dark sky where raindrops were gradually falling.

    "A religious piece that I was invited to compose for the church a long time ago... Well, because a cardinal expressed his admiration for my composing style and hoped to invite me to compose a complete set of sacred music, including a hymn with the story of Eden as the theme."

    She paused for a while, found the melody that had not faded from her memory, and then subconsciously wanted to play it with the harp.

    "Well... No, it's working time now, I can't play it directly, or the doctor will find out."

    She tilted her head and thought for less than half a second, then cleared her throat, closed her eyes and began to hum the melody of the hymn without lyrics.

    The little robin was fascinated by the song without realizing it, as if the grand, sacred and long tune brought her into the paradise on earth described in religious scriptures: there was no pain, no sadness, everything was peaceful and beautiful; until one day, lightning and thunder broke the tranquility here, and divine punishment came down. Paradise was no longer a place to stay, and the people who were displaced from the earth arrived at the barren land and ushered in a new beginning...

    Until the soft humming came to an end, the familiar named Eve suddenly came back to her senses and blinked her green bean-sized eyes twice.

    "Chi... Alice, does this song have a name?"

    "Name? It's called 'Eden'." The girl smiled gently, but her tone was like a sigh, "This is a solemn hymn written for sinners, because no matter what sins you bear, as long as you still have breath, you will usher in a new beginning after separation..."

    The little robin didn't understand what the witch master wanted to express, nor could she read her expression at this time, but these did not prevent the little robin from recognizing a fact: she'd better not disturb her master now.

    Alice silently watched the rain pouring down outside the window, watched the deep and shallow puddles accumulate on the road, watched the window glass being splashed with water. After

    a long while, she shifted her gaze and looked at the Robin familiar in her hand that had temporarily lost its ability to move.

    "For the next few days, you should stay in the subspace where the familiars rest. I will let you out when you recover."

    Then...

    - It was time to fulfill her promise.

    Help Klein find the secret hidden in the dark red chimney house.

Chapter.84 Disappearance (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    At about five o'clock in the evening, the rain that had been falling all afternoon finally stopped, but the sky over the city was still overcast and the sky was dark, as if dusk had arrived before the scorching sun had completely set in the summer.

    Alice, wearing a long white coat, was sorting out the labels of bottles and jars in the medicine cabinet with some boredom, sorting out the bundles of herbal medicine for Shermin, who was responsible for going out to buy goods today, and quietly planning her actions later.

    Just then, someone knocked twice on the door of the medicine preparation room.

    She looked up and saw Dr. Mikhail standing by the door, smiling and raising his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

    "Alice, it seems that there will be no more patients coming to the clinic today. You should pack up and leave work early. Now the rain has stopped, but looking at the sky outside, I don't know when it will rain again. I remember you didn't bring an umbrella today..."

    Alice would naturally not let down others' kindness if she had the opportunity to go back early.

    She nodded obediently, barely suppressing the numerous thoughts in her mind, and politely and generously thanked Dr. Mikhail for his thoughtful suggestion.

    So she quickly finished the work at hand, closed the door of the medicine cabinet again, locked the door to the medicinal garden, and completed her duties as usual. Then she took off the long coat of the clinic assistant and hung it back on the coat rack in the office.

    Alice, who put on her casual coat again, walked to the door of the reception room, said goodbye to the doctor who was looking through the medical records, and turned around and walked out of the clinic.

    Until her figure gradually faded away, Mikhail finally put down the blank medical record book in his hand, took off his glasses, leaned back against the back of the chair, closed his eyes as if he was a little tired, and sighed softly.

    "Goodbye, Alice..."

    I don't know when it started, it started raining outside the window again.

    The girl dressed in a ruffled shirt and a knee-length skirt walked on the street with street lights on. She had a light brown windbreaker on her arm. She walked in the rain at a leisurely pace, just like a walk after afternoon tea.

    Aimless and free.

    But no matter the passers-by holding umbrellas and rushing past her, or the taxi driver waving a whip and driving the carriage on the street looking for customers, they didn't seem to see this slightly lonely figure, and didn't notice that the girl who didn't hold an umbrella was strangely not wet with any rain.

    It seemed that there was some invisible barrier, and it seemed that the rain consciously avoided this figure. She was in the rain, but she seemed to be isolated from the world, quietly watching and indifferently observing this land, this city in the rain. It

    has been nearly two months, about fifty days, since she came to this city called Tingen .

    The exhaustion and weakness from crossing the astral channel had long been restored. When Alice established contact with the resident of this world, "Klein Moretti", in the name of "Alice", she chose Klein as her oath keeper, and her ability to cast spells that was restricted to three-ring spells by some unknown rules was finally liberated.

    Even if she was besieged by a team of extraordinary people again, or encountered props with strange abilities, she would not be at a disadvantage, let alone being caught.

    And now...

    Alice has left her footprints all over the city.

    She has seen dirty and dilapidated houses in slums, and has been to the solemn city hall building; she has stopped outside a factory filled with pungent smells, and has listened attentively to the school where books were read.

    She has seen good and bad, and distinguished between good and evil.

    But good and bad, good and evil do not mean much to her.

    She was neither a witness nor a judge of others. She was just a bystander, watching the fates of the people living here and the land telling her.

    "Then let's start from the beginning."

    Alice said in a low voice that only she could hear, and slowly walked towards the street leading to the northern part of the city.

    She stopped at the house numbered 19 Howls Street, closed her eyes and looked at the house that had long been empty.

    Unreal lines stretched out from the ground, pulsating with the breath of life like a living thing, making her see strange scenes that were no different from hallucinations in the dark vision.

    An old man in his fifties and a brown-haired middle-aged man in a black classical robe, the two of them gathered around an open dark notebook on the table, copying something with a look of joy and almost hideous expression...

    "The next place."

    She kept her eyes closed and walked step by step to No. 35 Howls Street, the door of the shop with the sign of the Ten Bells Bar.

    Another invisible and illusory line quietly emerged from the buried trajectory of life.

    It was still the old man in his 50s and the brown-haired middle-aged man in a black classical robe. They sat at the two ends of a round table, entertaining the third person at the table, a young man with a plump figure. On the table was the dark black notebook that had appeared in the previous scene.

    Silently, the visitor from another world crossed the rain curtain and came to the side of the Deville Library in the Golden Sycamore District.

    The old man in his 50s with gray-blue eyes and a young man with round glasses and a full forehead sat in the adjacent seats in the reading room, discussing something in a low voice. The book placed in front of them was a religious book about the belief in the gods of the Fifth Epoch, with mysterious and strange illustrations on the pages.

    Connected by the illusory lines, the girl strolled back to the Howls District and stopped in front of a residential house she had never passed by.

    This time, Klein appeared in the picture displayed by the lines she pulled.

    He, the plump young man, and a young lady wearing gauze gloves, divided the work and placed the dark black strange notebook in the center of the ritual array. They lit a few dark candles and changed their mouth shapes from time to time, as if they were mumbling something... The

    next line came from a familiar residential building in the West District.

    In the past image, Klein's eyes were dull. He dropped the dark-covered notebook in his hand on the ground like a zombie. After knocking on the door, he turned and left. A slightly bloated man opened the door and picked up the notebook with a puzzled look on his face.

    Following the invisible guidance, Alice's figure appeared outside a warehouse in the dock area.

    Her eyes remained closed, but she stared at a piece of road with dark marks on the ground as if she could see things. She stood silently for a long time.

    ...

    A house with a dark red chimney on the outskirts of Tingen.

    Ince Zangwill went up to the second floor, opened the door of the master bedroom, went straight to the window, and sat down behind the desk.

    He held a feather pen in his hand, but he didn't seem to intend to write. Instead, he flipped open the notebook on the table and found a few descriptions with a gloomy expression.

    "...The Nighthawks solved the 'Dock Area Monster' and the out-of-control Riel Bibb, and successfully resolved a crisis that could threaten the lives of innocent people, but they will soon face an attack from the Secret Order members..."

    "...What is puzzling is that Klein did not die, and turned the situation around and killed the Sequence 7 Secret Order member.Chapter.84 Disappearance (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    The gunshots attracted two Mandated Punishers who were patrolling nearby to come and investigate. Although Dunn Smith had access to the Antigonus family's notes, he did not rashly look through the contents because he was concerned about the presence of the Mandated Punishers..." "

    ...It doesn't matter. Although Klein unexpectedly received a reminder from the secret-hitting Azik and saw the dark red chimney house where Ince Zangwill was, his luck was very bad and he could not always find the right target. Perhaps he would have to wait until a few months later to locate the real dark red chimney house..."

    "An unreasonable phenomenon has occurred again! Klein hired a rental carriage and went to the outskirts of Tingen to look for the red chimney house! Where did he get this information? Whose help did he accept? This... Such a development is illogical and does not conform to common sense! There must be a variable that Ince Zangwill overlooked..."

    "Although the image of the 'True Creator' that Dunn Smith saw in his dream did not pollute him, it successfully aggravated his mental instability and caused him to lose control. It should have been like this until Klein, the genius who summed up the 'Acting Method', the new Night Watcher who submitted a special application for promotion just one month ago, told Dunn Smith the trick of acting and helped him stabilize his state!" Summarized the

    Acting Method himself? Genius?

    The gloomy former archbishop, Ince Zangwill, pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered.

    The knuckles of his fingers holding the feather pen were almost white, and the veins on the back of his hand and arm were bulging hideously, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

    After a while, he turned his still intact eye, looked at the blank page without ink, and started writing:

    "Ince Zangwill did not believe the authenticity of this coincidence, but he had no choice. The original plan might need some changes. There is a new story..."

    The feather pen that was about to put down ink suddenly stopped.

    Ince Zangwill thought that the eccentric "0-08" seal was going to try to escape from his control again and start writing on its own. He had not yet considered how to continue to arrange this dramatic story that took place in Tingen, so he relaxed his strength and planned to see what "0-08" would write first. If the development trend was too unfavorable to him, he would hold the pen in time to prevent it from writing a complete sentence.

    Thinking of this, he stared at the beginning of the new line, at the content written word by word by "0-08":

    She saw it.

    "She saw it? Who saw it?" Ince Zangwill frowned, extremely confused by this new paragraph that had no clue and no writing.

    "She saw the story written by Ince Zangwill. All, all the characters connected by the lines, all the events engraved into the memory by the land, she saw them all, saw them all, saw them all…"

    The "0-08" feather pen that seemed to be broken and repeatedly writing phrases suddenly stopped moving, but suddenly changed to a new paragraph, and the handwriting became unrestrained and sloppy without any warning:

    "She—He is watching, watching you, watching me, watching..."

    A pair of pupils as bright as the starry sky and as deep as the deep sea opened.

    It pulled countless shapeless illusory lines from bottom to top, rising from the ground to the sky, pulling the manipulated life trajectory into a ball.

    It followed the direction of these lines and looked at the dark red chimney house in the suburbs.

    Ince Zangwill had no idea what was happening, and didn't know what made "0-08" write such abnormal words, but he instinctively had a premonition of impending crisis, and was about to hold the pen of the feather pen again to force it to stop.

    However, when he was about to hold the pen tightly, "0-08" actually jumped out of the page range of the notebook and jumped to the corner of the desk, using the pen tip that could write without ink to continuously leave crazy and manic nonsense on the dark wooden desktop.

    "Dead, dead, all are going to die, no one can escape, you will die, I will die, everyone will die, all life in the world will die, everything within sight will die, die hahahahahaha die die die..." "

    0-08" is crazy? The seal will also go out of control? !

    This time, Ince Zangwill finally grabbed the feather pen that was writing furiously, frowned, and tried to stop it from continuing to write. His other free hand skillfully picked up the tools beside the desk, ready to deal with the crazy words that gave people an ominous curse.

    But Alice had indeed seen this scene happening in the distance at this moment.

    She half-crouched on the rainy street, with one hand pressed against the ground. Occasionally, passers-by hurried past as if they could not see her figure, anxious to get rid of this annoying night rain and return to their warm and dry home to reunite with their loved ones.

    Therefore, no one knew that her vision was raised to the other side of the sky by the supreme power, and the souls born in the soil would be placed in the huge net woven by life. As long as they reached out and touched it, it would be like holding the divine punishment of the gods.

    She looked down at the city shrouded in rain and stretched out her hand in the illusory sky.

    At this moment, she stopped moving.

    The sound of rain seemed to suddenly become smaller.

    Alice's vision returned to the ground, back to the material world bound by the body.

    She saw that a small pale, holy tip of a sharp weapon made of white bones had emerged from her chest.

    "tы6yдewьn3гhahhnkomnckntaльцemha3emлe."

    A voice that may have a sense of familiarity, using a familiar language, chanting like a poem, chanting like a prayer.

    The intense pain was pierced into her body and reached the depths of her soul, but she still struggled to stand up. At the same time, a scorching heat that was hotter than the raging fire and exuded the smell of sulfur burst out, burning a large area of ​​the simple white robe worn by the person behind her.

    But soon, with the second sentence breaking the brief silence, the second long nail made of white bones passed through the chest from behind, without a drop of blood, without any hesitation.

    "hotвorдywaвo3вpatntcrha3aдpoдhonгopoд."

    Amid the sound of the illusory mirror breaking, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she had heard some incredible fictional story.

    Without a pause of half a second, the third bone spike pierced her chest, depriving her of the last bit of freedom to think independently.

    A pair of hands that were slowly shedding the illusory gray-white dragon scales steadily caught the powerless body that was falling forward.

    "As a bystander, you should sit in the audience. If you do this, it will scare it."

    The priest in a simple robe and a silver cross pendant smiled warmly, and the pure golden light in his eyes seemed to be gradually fading.

    "Come, I have prepared the most suitable seat for you to enjoy the whole drama."

    With the girl whose chest was pierced by the bone nail, He walked step by step towards the magnificent church that appeared around him at some point, with a gentle demeanor, clear eyes, and no hostility.

    "Although you can no longer hear my words and cannot make any response, just wait quietly until the end of the drama, and I will remove the three bone nails for you. At that time, you will remember everything."

    The church door slowly opened backwards by itself, as if to welcome their return.

    The priest stepped into the church with dark stone pillars, walked through rows of seats under the empty gaze of countless corpses, and finally stopped in front of the cross hundreds of meters high in the deepest part of the church.

    The girl, who had closed her eyes, lay in the dark and cold coffin, her face beautiful and pale, like a real corpse.

    "Maybe it's a little late, you should be able to guess what I'm going to say."

    The priest stood in front of the coffin and gently threw a pure white iris, letting this fragile and beautiful flower embellish the blooming light golden long hair. "

    Welcome home, Iris from the distant past."

    The heavy and magnificent church door gradually closed. This mysterious church, which was far more magnificent than any church building in Tingen, quietly faded from reality as it appeared.

    Except for a beautiful iris that didn't belong here, it didn't take anything away.

    From then on, people living in Tingen City never saw the girl named Alice again.

    At this moment, Ince Zangwill, who was far away in the suburbs, found strangely that the "0-08" seal in his hand seemed to have suddenly returned to normal, as if it was an ordinary feather pen that could not be more normal, and had lost all its vitality to write independently.

    He barely finished erasing the messy curse that was like venting madness, holding "0-08" and trying to write something on the notebook that had turned over a page.

    This feather pen that could write without ink moved on the blank space of the new page for a long time, and then the tip of the pen gradually flowed out intermittent light ink marks, as weak as if it had lost its breath.

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