chapter 15
Chapter 57 Illusion
The gentleman wearing a black formal suit and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose did not notice the gaze cast from below. He still looked at the various crowds with an inorganic gaze, focusing on his goal.
In a few breaths, Klein had determined the status of the "spectator".
Not long after being promoted, the magic potion has not been digested at all, and the most basic extraordinary abilities have not been mastered. The spirituality in the body is still escaping...
Something is wrong. An Extraordinary in this state can easily attract the attention of others when walking on the street. Did he become an Extraordinary because of an accident?
Klein was a little worried that this strange "audience" would expose the whereabouts of the "Nighthawk". For a moment, he couldn't see more, so he couldn't help but retract his gaze angrily, and focused on monitoring the movements on the stage.
The "audience" of Sequence Nine has almost no ability to influence reality enough, and is not worth mentioning compared to the current focus.
...
The mouse crawled silently across the square wooden beams. This ball of hair-covered flesh and blood stretched out its short limbs. Its black and shiny eyes reflected the orange-red flames in the brazier. It curiously looked towards the full Two thousand stages as big as it poked their heads out, peering curiously.
A bright red curtain separated the front and back of the stage. In front was an empty dance floor with bright lights and the audience's attention. At the back were square wooden boxes piled up, and several actors in strange costumes were making final preparations for the performance. There was only one gray monkey hanging leisurely between a few wooden boxes and the curtains hanging from the roof, killing time boredly.
He licked the back of his hand, slowly raised his head, and met the mouse's dull eyes.
Under the monkey's gaze, this pitiful mass of flesh and blood is exploding bit by bit from the inside out. The bright red blood is mixed with the muddy yellow sticky sauce, and is being drawn bit by bit from the rodent's seven orifices. The slow extrusion.
But these juices that escaped from the "container" did not obey the call of gravity and drip onto the thickly powdered face of the lady below. Instead, they surrounded the mouse in a strange posture, and exerted a sulfuric acid-like effect. The action, combined with the invisible hands, completely peeled off the mouse's fur from its muscles.
puff!
The mouse's body exploded into a ball of blood in the air, perfectly hidden in the shadows, leaving only a pair of dark eyes that had lost their luster, linked to the unidentified flesh and blood, floating in the air like a ghost.
The monkey sitting on the wooden box stopped looking at the unfortunate flesh and blood, lowered his head, and opened his skinny claws.
A ball of hair stained with dust was lying in the center of his palm wrapped in light gray and black gray. He had no hands or feet. A few beards were hanging down, leaving a pair of intact skin.
...
The performance had already begun. On the stage with a terrifying fire ring, a thin clown wearing a magic hat threw a dozen sharp blades at the same time. With the help of paint, his exaggerated smile almost covered his eyes. On the eyelids, a large square piece and star pattern cover one on the right eye and one on the left eye.
He kept teasing the emotions of the audience with his superb and skillful movements. For a time, everyone in the audience, whether they were dignitaries or workers and clerks, forgot the fact that any knife in the clown's hand could easily kill someone, and subconsciously used those sharp knives. Silver light is classified into the same category as apples, rubber balls and other tired tricks.
Probably understanding the audience's expectations, the clown who was throwing and catching suddenly waved his hand and threw all the blades in his hand towards the audience.
He wiped his face with his hands, and the originally funny painted face was immediately replaced by a semicircular mask made entirely of mirrors, reflecting the horrified expressions of the audience.
The clown accepted the audience's feedback with satisfaction and snapped his fingers easily.
Clusters of milky white smoke exploded on the handle of the knife, and the weapon that could kill people rose up with white doves, turning into gorgeous paper roses, and landed accurately in the arms of every young girl.
The braziers all over the venue "ebbed and flowed" with the audience's roaring cheers, and the orange-red flames moved with the sound. At some point, the clown on the stage put on a elegant tuxedo, with his head on his head. The magic hat also lost its pattern and became a half-high silk hat.
He raised his hands like a conductor, and his fingers danced in the air. When the cheers reached their climax, he suddenly raised his right arm and ignited nine fire rings behind him.
The bright red curtain was engulfed in flames, and the black sun and vast fog were painted on the background board made of paper cards. The real magician and two dancers, a man and a woman, walked out of the afterburning flames after the curtain burned out. The audience stood up at the same time in this miraculous shock and clapped their hands wildly, bringing the whole performance to a new climax.
Almost everyone was cheering, regardless of their status or seat. Their faces showed a kind of enthusiasm and enthusiasm, and their emotions completely rose and fell with the content of the performance.
Klein and Leonard looked around worriedly, and their hearts sank almost at the same time.
"It's so abnormal. Although their performances in the past were indeed wonderful, they were able to capture the audience and were more skillful than ordinary circuses. They would never use extraordinary abilities so blatantly."
Leonard stared closely at the "Magician" in the center of the stage. The five fingers of his right hand were clasped on the handle of the revolver. His muscles were tense. It was obviously late autumn, but there were two drops of sweat on his forehead.
"There is something affecting the audience's emotions..." Klein tried to use meditation to prevent himself from being infected by the surrounding environment. He turned his neck and looked diagonally upward behind him.
The "audience" gentleman obviously noticed something was wrong at this time, but he did not have a good extraordinary education, and he could not even restrain his spirituality and control his own state. He could only press his temples painfully and use pain to fight against nowhere. Absent fanaticism.
"I'm afraid they are using a sealed item from the 'spectator' pathway." Klein leaned against Leonard's ear and said in a half-voiced voice, "I've seen them use similar items before."
"Are you sure?" Leonard raised his voice, not caring whether ordinary people would listen to such a careless talk about extraordinary topics.
He saw Klein nod solemnly.
"Then let's get started. Whether it's creating a small explosion, or any other means to grab the audience's attention away from these clowns, and give a signal to others, the captain, Sika, and I will chant together. It should be It makes them calm down."
Leonard glanced around the audience who had completely lost their minds, and irritably pushed aside the messy long hair in front of his eyes.
His experience told him that even if it was a Level 2 Sealed Artifact, it would not be easy for it to affect so many viewers at once, and it would definitely be accompanied by considerable negative effects.
But now, not only did he not see any strange and abnormal changes in any of the spectators present, he also did not notice any irregular spiritual outbursts.
This is not occult... Klein beside him was already making preparations. Leonard immediately stood up like the people on both sides, unabashedly pulled out the revolver, and half-raised it at his waist.
Amid the deafening cheers, he vaguely heard a faint snort.
"Old man?" Leonard tilted his head in confusion.
At the same time, Klein also aimed at the paper background board with a black sun and vast fog, and snapped his fingers.
The "magician" who was pulling a bunch of rabbits out of the top hat suddenly stopped his performance. He moved like a puppet, his neck stiffened and turned, and the raging fire came into view.
In an instant, his two different visions of spirituality and reality seemed to merge into one. He saw a black sun swallowed up by white flames, and orange-red lines flowed along the bottom of the sun into the vast fog, and were outlined on the gray and white paint. A blurry golden figure emerged.
"ah!"
The "magician" on the stage bent over in pain, with blood and tears streaming from his eyes.
Holding his almost boiling brain, he tried to expel the figures composed of three different colors that had been deeply imprinted in his mind. He was completely unable to pay attention to the exclamations of his companions and the illusion depicting a terrifying explosion.
"The crimson full moon rises and reflects the earth."
"Everyone fell into a sweet dream, dreaming about themselves, dreaming about their parents, wives (husbands) and daughters. This is forever..."
...
"We will look up at the starry sky,"
"Say His name tenderly."
"Goddess of the Night!"
"The only destination is peace."
Dunn, who has deep gray eyes, Sika, who has outstanding temperament, and Leonard, who has messy long hair, neatly divide the tent into three parts. The ethereal singing distorts the illusion that is describing the explosion. UU Reading www.uukanshu. netA biting cold wind gradually appeared in the air, and penetrated into the brains of every audience member like water.
Another picture painted by the "Midnight Poet" replaces their out-of-control brains.
These people who were still in a state of frenzy and were unable to distinguish the illusion and were confused lost their voices within a few seconds, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, and everyone had a calm and peaceful smile on their face.
Dunn, standing in the center of the three people, watched all this and quietly took a breath.
Frye and Luo Yao are already using spells to harass the "Clown" and several "Soothsayers" on the stage. The "Magician" has also temporarily lost the ability to fight back. Now is the best time to evacuate the crowd.
A song with a completely different melody replaced the original tranquility. The smiles on the faces of the dreamy audience were suddenly replaced by solemnity. They opened their eyes one after another and left the venue in an orderly manner under the guidance of the illusion.
What happened today may turn into a new urban legend in Tingen. A circus performance accidentally leaked harmful gas, and hysteria occurred on a large scale in the audience...
Klein, who was maintaining the illusion and was under great mental pressure, suddenly felt his hands sink and his limbs deviate from his will. Just as he was about to resist, he felt as if a steel needle had been inserted into his scalp, and he suddenly felt like another "magician" on the stage. "Similar feelings.
He let out a silent wail, and saw that Leonard next to him was also attacked, and the effect of the three people's chants was halved.
Is this the ability of the "audience"?
Suffering the pain of his brain being turned upside down, Klein reluctantly opened his eyes after entering the gray fog many times and becoming immune to mental attacks. Just as he raised his head to get up, he saw a pair of black figures suspended in the shadows, connected to flesh and blood. His eyes were looking at him.
His familiar blood was shining in these eyes.
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Chapter 58 Clues of Death
A pair of eyes the size of rice grains on the squirming flesh were emitting a devouring blood light, with a huge shadow connected behind them, floating in the air.
Mr. A!
Almost as if instinctively, Klein immediately determined the identity of the other party.
This thought flashed past, and the sharp pain that stirred his brain also disappeared. Klein, who struggled to get up, stared at the shadow that only he noticed, and watched the bloody eyes disappear without a trace. trace.
What does it mean?
As the divine envoy of the Aurora Society, Mr. A is also an extremely powerful "shepherd". There is no need to use such gentle means to warn himself. He can completely deceive the audience with illusions and kill everyone in a very short time. "Nighthawk".
The only possible explanation is that Mr. A accepted the proposal he made to the "faceless man" and remained cooperative, and his appearance just now was just to tell Klein not to push the envelope.
Does he want me to find a way to create a breakthrough and let the circus here go?
Klein frowned in disgust, and was surprised to find that Leonard was not any slower at getting out of the state of being mentally pierced than he was.
But the current situation didn't allow him to think too much, so he could only raise his arm again.
Within a few seconds of him and Leonard being targeted by Mr. A, the situation in the performance tent had tilted back to the favor of the cultists.
The "magician" on the stage got rid of the illusion at some point and stood up again. At this time, he was holding a well-made leather bag, and countless dreamy clouds as thick as syrup were spitting out from the bag's pocket.
Under the control of the "magician", the clouds and mist quickly occupied most corners of the tent, and then quickly faded, planting and detonating bombs on people without extraordinary abilities.
The crazy mind of "psychiatrist", "Longwei".
The audience, who had finally been controlled by Dunn and others, started screaming again and scurrying around in the crowded auditorium. From time to time, a thin and unlucky person would be drowned in the crowd and completely silenced.
Seeing that the venue was in complete chaos, Dunn had no choice but to give the order again.
Frye, who had already touched the edge of the stage, cooperated with Luo Yao, who was carrying 3-0217, and suddenly made a pull-down movement. Several barely formed spirits suddenly squeezed out of the air and dragged the target into the "Psychic's Mirror" " within the range.
This sealed artifact was chosen, firstly, to make up for Frye's shortcoming of only having Sequence Eight, and secondly because the "Psychic's Mirror" can effectively limit the "Magician's" mobility.
If the "Nighthawks" are not aware of the lurking crisis in Tingen recently, Dai Li, who is responsible for watching the Nice Gate, can go out at will, which will become easier.
Subconsciously, Luo Yao turned his palm and used the "psychic mirror" to look in the direction of the mark of the spirit controlled by Fry.
But the strange thing is that the "magician" with keen inspiration completely ignored this attack that was about to endanger his life. He was still stuck in the middle of the crowd with the sealed object in his hand. Dunn, who could not move, silently dueled in the dream. .
Just when the tall silhouette of the "Magician" was about to be reflected on the mirror, a monkey squatting on the wooden box behind the wreckage of the background board jumped heavily, pointed its palm at Luo Yao in mid-air, and turned its wrist slightly.
Almost the next second, Luo Yao felt that his wrists had lost consciousness. Although his hands were still there at the wrists, they could not be controlled by his own thoughts, like a newborn baby.
She watched helplessly as she let go of her hand, letting the "psychic mirror" flip in the air and fall to the ground.
The mirror reflected cold light, and long black hair as smooth as silk appeared on the edge.
boom!
A gust of cold wind blew by at the right time, and Luo Yao regained consciousness in her hands. She stared blankly at the sealed object on the ground, and subconsciously glanced behind her.
Frye, who was wearing a black windbreaker, had a pale face that lacked sunlight. He was breathing heavily. It looked like he had lost a lot of energy by continuously mobilizing his spirit body.
"Be careful of the monkey, that might also be an extraordinary person."
On the stage, a gray monkey is hovering on all fours at the feet of the "clown".
At this time, except for the "Clown" and the "Magician", several other circus performers have disappeared.
Apparently taking advantage of the chaos, he ran out from behind the scenes.
The "Magician", who is good at attracting others' attention and controlling the stage, only made a few small moves. Coupled with the cooperation of the "Clown" and the "Stealer", he actually left a six-member "Nighthawks" team.
Panicked and unable to find a way out, the audience ran onto the stage, completely destroying "Nighthawks"'s chance of leaving the cultists behind.
They ran past the "Magician" and the "Clown", and their chaotic footsteps made the stage clang. The gray monkey could no longer take a lazy walk, and jumped on the "Clown"'s shoulder with a few hurried jumps. He grinned at the crowd.
A bunch of orange-red flames exploded in the air. On the last burning fire ring, Klein used his balance to find a fulcrum on the unreachable stage and sat flexibly on the extinguished fire ring.
He had just managed to evacuate some of the audience in the back row with illusion magic, but Leonard and the captain, who did not have the ability to move through the air, were completely trapped in the crowd and could not get out.
The "Joker" who didn't know when he changed his face paint back to the classic clown skin looked back at Klein. He looked at the "Nighthawk" who was nearly twenty years younger than him, but one level taller, in the noise. spoke suddenly.
"Is Neil okay?"
Klein didn't know how the "Joker" could transmit his voice from such a distance and in such a chaotic environment.
Hearing this question, he was slightly stunned. He lost the anger he had when facing the "faceless man" before, and then answered truthfully:
"Fortunately, we will find a way to reduce his sentence."
Flames ignited under the "Clown's" feet, and the monkey standing on his shoulders hugged "Daddy's" neck honestly, looking at the young man opposite him with a strange aura similar to that of the group leader.
Orange-red flames engulfed the "Magician", and the "Joker" was about to disappear. At the end, he broke the silence.
"He is a good man."
sieve!
The flames surrounding the "Clown" collapsed into a spark in the air, exploded with a bang, and just like the fireworks that would be set off by charity organizations during festivals, they were brilliant for a short time and then disappeared without a trace.
The panicked crowd was still running, but it was much thinner than before.
Klein raised his head and stared at the dark roof, standing in the crowd, like a rock in the sea, untouched and unaccompanied.
There was no need for him to create a breakthrough. Compared with well-trained intelligence personnel, the little ideas of the local "nighthawks" were simply childish and ridiculous.
Their opponents should be "Red Gloves" and "MI9"... But now Tingen has no support...
Two days have passed and there is still no reply from the church.
...
In the Municipal Square, the performance tent that was supposed to end its mission with cheers was riddled with holes and swaying in the night wind. Several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms, under the command of the inspector, removed the wooden beams supporting the tent, conspicuously The colorful flowers sank to the ground.
When such chaos broke out, even though the "Nighthawks" did not notify the police in advance, these secular security forces rushed to the scene immediately and took the initiative to clear the scene after a brief handover.
Doctors affiliated with the police system gathered around Frye, cooperating with the "gravedigger" to open his eyelids, stimulating the pupils with bright light, exclaiming "praise the goddess" from time to time, and then checking for the next person who fainted during the stampede.
"Captain, there is an extraordinary person who I think I need you to take a look at."
While busy, Klein found Dunn, who was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, glanced at Leonard, who was standing not far away, and said after hesitating for a moment.
The "Nightmare" rubbed his forehead with both hands, obviously spending too much energy in the dream battle.
However, he still opened his eyes, and his gray eyes glanced at the scene seriously.
"What way?"
He had no illusions about catching the circus members by chance.
"'audience'."
Klein was kind and then pointed at the gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses sitting behind him among the wounded.
"His spirituality is very unstable, and he is in a stage where he has just absorbed the magic potion and has not yet passed conscious control." Seeing Leonard's gaze, Klein simply added, "I suspect that he became a hero by accident. Extraordinary, or perhaps joined a secret organization, but lost contact before he could get the next step of guidance."
Wild "audience"... Dunn touched his tall forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's ask that gentleman."
Accompanied by Klein and Leonard, they walked up to the gentleman who was slumped on the ground. The shadows cast by the three men made the gentleman raise his head.
This gentleman with a gentle temperament, light yellow sideburns, and a little crooked gold-rimmed glasses gave a sad laugh.
"Are you the official Beyonders, the guards of the goddess?"
Dunn nodded slightly, UU reading www.uukanshu． net squatted down and kept his eyes aligned with the gentleman.
"We are the Nighthawks. Can you tell us your name? Are you a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?"
The gentleman's face darkened, and a pair of sharp eyes carefully scanned Dunn's expression and reaction from behind his crooked glasses, through the dust and cracks.
He accepted his fate and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Dust Guderian, I am a doctor in a mental hospital. As for the Psychological Alchemy Society you mentioned, I am not sure whether I am one of their members."
Dunn said doubtfully:
"Isn't that where you got the recipe and materials for the 'audience'?"
"I got it from one of their members. His name is Hood Ogen. He is dead." Dast suddenly sat up, his expression became nervous, "He only gave me the formula, and the rest The materials below are all collected by myself, and I have no connection with the Psychological Alchemy Society."
"Then you came to the circus today just to relax?" Leonard, who was watching, suddenly interrupted.
"of course not!"
Dast immediately refuted Leonard, and lost his voice midway through his words, as if he was hesitating whether to continue speaking.
"We will protect your safety." Dunn handed Dast a handkerchief and promised in a mellow voice.
"Alright alright..."
Dust subconsciously wiped the dust from his face, his eyes fell on the circus tent behind the police in the distance, and he shivered in fear.
"Before Hood Ogan was taken away, he left me a letter. He said that if no more news comes, it means that he has not escaped the pursuit of death. If you want to avoid this danger, it will also endanger you." I will go find the people behind Lanerwus, and the circus will have clues about them."
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Chapter 59 1 Everything is normal
Will the circus have clues about them?
Dast Guderian was still stammering about the information he knew, but the "Nighthawks" had no intention of continuing to listen.
If this so-called Lanerwus is related to the circus, doesn't it mean that he is also a member of the Secret Order?
In the mess that has been infiltrated by cultists, Tingen is actually involved in the Psychological Alchemy Society?
Leonard tilted his ears, listened carefully for a while, and repeated a word in a low voice.
"What scammer?"
Klein, who had already connected the newly acquired information with what the "faceless man" said some time ago, suddenly took a step forward.
Leonard was startled by his companion's excited expression, and immediately told him the reminder he had just heard from his "housemate."
"Don't you know?"
"Lawrius is a fraudster. He set up a complex financial scam and illegally raised more than 10,000 pounds. He completely lost sight of him a week ago and is now the most wanted criminal by the police."
"Scammer?" Dunn looked at Dust with deeper eyes than before.
This reminded him of Sequence 8 of "The Stealer" - "The Scammer", which was exactly in line with the theory that Lanerwus had an affair with the circus.
The psychiatrist, who was looked at by the three people, nodded quickly.
"Yes, after the police issued a wanted warrant, almost all the people who were deceived by him started to initiate connections, trying to catch him and recover their defrauded deposits and debts."
"Are you also searching with them?" Dunn asked quickly.
"Yes..." Dust paused, "There is a family. Although they are not the most damaged in terms of money, they have lost something more important."
"It's not that Lanerwus left nothing behind. Before promoting his fraud project, in order to increase his credibility, he once pursued the niece of an investor, and he succeeded. He made an agreement with the young girl. They even came to the mental hospital together to see Hood Ogen, who was disguised as a mental patient. After Lanerwuss disappeared, the family naturally wanted to find the person related to the liar. They came to see Hood Ogen. Found me."
Scamming money and showing off?
Dast's words shocked the conservative "Nighthawks".
Loen is a country that attaches great importance to marriage contracts and marriage experiences. If this happens, the poor lady's reputation will definitely suffer a fatal blow and become the object of ridicule by the people around her. Unless she moves to another place, she will not be able to start a new marriage within a few years. A love affair... Klein subconsciously wanted to curse this damn scammer, but Daster's next words made him feel like he was struck by lightning.
"I'm really pitiful about Miss Megoose. She got pregnant out of wedlock at a young age, and the father of the child is still a hateful swindler..."
"Pregnant out of wedlock!"
Leonard's shouts of shock and anger made Klein's ears hurt, but his thoughts were not here at all.
Pregnancy out of wedlock…child…circus…container…
Lanruth disappeared a week ago, and that was the day Ince Zangwill was exposed to Klein and Mr. A!
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the morning of his confrontation with the "faceless man" in the Howell neighborhood.
The frivolous voice of the "faceless man" whispered in his ear.
...Just in the early hours of this morning, a member who participated in planning the divine descending ceremony escaped.
Klein interrupted Dunn's interrogation, his eyes were distracted, he patted Dast on the shoulder, and said in a dry voice:
"When did Miss Megoose become pregnant? Was it after meeting Hood Ogan?"
Leonard and Dunn looked at Klein in surprise, wondering why he asked such a confusing question.
However, they did not stop him. After being stunned for a moment, Dast replied calmly:
"I don't know the specific time. Lanerwus has visited Hood Organ many times, and not every time he brought Miss Megoose with him."
"The last time he came to see Hood Eugen, it happened to be that time when the patients in the hospital were often going crazy. It took a lot of effort to get them to calm down. The superintendent saw that the doctors and nurses were very tired. For the first time, we found a group of volunteers to replace the hardest working doctors and took two days off."
"But Miss Megoose was pregnant not long ago, maybe a week or two before Lanrevus disappeared."
"Where was his first visit to Hood Eugen?" Klein asked hurriedly.
Dust recalled carefully for a few seconds.
"More than a month ago, I can't remember clearly."
It takes at least six months for the fetus to take shape... Klein breathed a sigh of relief before explaining to Leonard, who looked at him strangely, and Dunn, who was silently thinking:
"The previous case of the witch left a deep impression on me. I suspect that Miss Megoose may have been tampered with."
Regardless of whether the poor lady is a container carrying the evil god's aura, the "Nighthawks" have the obligation to protect her.
"It's possible," Dunn nodded slightly, and finally asked Dast, "Is that lady a believer of the goddess?"
"Yes." Dust replied immediately, and gave Megoose's address under Dunn's order.
The young lady is now lodging with her aunt.
This is easy to handle... Dunn looked around and saw that Frye's finishing work was about to be completed, so he simply said to Leonard and Klein respectively:
"Leonard, you take Mr. Guderian to register, and then go back to the company with Fry to let Dai Li get ready. Klein and I will go pick up Miss Megoose now. When we get back, we will use ritual magic immediately. Check to see if there is a curse lurking on her body."
...
Jerry Zaratul's understanding of level 0 sealed objects was refreshed tonight.
He couldn't understand why such an outrageous coincidence could be easily accepted without suspicion after being processed by 0-08.
What is the captain of the "Nighthawks" thinking?
Can't you tell it's so obvious?
Without thinking too much, he simply cut open his arm, used his spirituality to awaken a sarcoma on his arm, and wrote on the skin with blood.
"'Nighthawk' is about to contact the abandoned matrix."
The blood-colored words quickly penetrated into his skin, and were transmitted to Mr. A far away in the suburbs through the unique flesh-and-blood information network among "secret prayers".
He should have killed that woman directly from the beginning... Jerry Zaratul, who was striding forward, suddenly stopped and slapped himself.
No, how could I have such an idea?
Even if the mother's body has been abandoned, that woman is indeed a favored one who is pregnant with the breath of the Lord. I will do anything to her.
Ha...he laughed to himself.
He was obviously complaining about the captain of the "Nighthawks" just now, but in the end, he was as stupid as an underage curly baboon in front of the poor but very useful script of 0-08.
This is the power of angels, true mythical creatures... After a moment of silence, he lowered his head in fear.
Without consulting Mr. A, a rather arbitrary decision was made.
"The Bearer of Miracles and Terrors,"
"The dependents of the master of the spiritual world,"
"Witnesses to the marks and traces of the fallen empire."
"Great Angel Zaratul with the Lamp, I pray for your attention and for the blessing of a miracle..."
...
Suburbs of Tingen.
The maintenance man raised the lantern in his hand very high, and the dim light tried his best to provide clarity in the dark night, allowing the maintenance man climbing on the wooden pole to barely see clearly what was happening above his head.
"Scared, what bastard did this!"
He looked at the shortened telegraph lines and cursed.
Originally, today was just a routine inspection, but now because of this innocent disaster, he had to work hard hanging on a pole in the cold wind for an hour.
What a pity, he only has a thumb-thick rope tied around his waist. There is not even a moon today, and he can't see clearly without a light. Even if he wants to be lazy and postpone the work until the day tomorrow, but now he can Even if you look under your feet under the light, you can't see the ground. Instead of walking down in the dark, it's safer to step on the wooden platform protruding from the telegraph pole.
If I fall, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to go to the hospital, and I will only be left with a pension of thirty pounds...
The maintenance man sighed resignedly, carefully took out the tools from the satchel he carried with him, put the lantern in his mouth, and repaired the broken telegraph wire.
Unexpectedly, this work progressed extremely smoothly. According to the maintenance worker's five years of experience, it may only take twenty minutes to connect the broken line.
This is simply a miracle.
The maintenance man couldn't help but hum an off-key ditty. The unpleasant tune attracted the attention of the crows in the nearby trees.
On almost every branch of the withered sycamore tree, there were two or three crows.
The glass-like eyes of these crows silently reflect the light of the lantern.
The cold mist spreading from the depths of the woods was blown gently towards the city by the wind. An old man wearing an old cloak held a hand lamp and stepped on the dead leaves everywhere, making no sound.
He looked far away in the direction of the city, and just watched quietly. Until history could no longer violate the rules and exist in the present, he returned to the fog and made no next move.
Just watch quietly.
...
Gram neighborhood, in front of Ms. Cristina's house.
The carriage of the "Nighthawk" was parked at the edge of the road. Dunn and Klein checked the nameplate on the door, compared it with the address in their hands, and knocked on the brown-black wooden door.
This is a typical single-family house, similar to the type of old Neil's house. Although it has an independent garden, it is still far worse than a real garden house. It can only maintain a lawn and decorate it with a small Small flower field.
The house exuded a warm and soft light, and within a moment, Dunn heard soft footsteps coming from behind the door.
He immediately turned on his spiritual vision and saw a lady in her thirties wearing a dark purple house dress crawling through the cat's eye and looking out.
Dunn and Klein looked at each other, took a few steps back, and both took out the IDs they carried with them.
"Ms. Christina, I am Inspector Smith from the police department and I would like to ask you something."
Dunn deliberately used a louder voice so that the woman who was afraid to open the door could hear what he was saying.
Sure enough, after revealing her identity as a police officer, the depressed woman with tired eyes opened the door and invited the two people into the house.
In the living room, the lady put on a relatively formal coat, poured black tea for Dunn and Klein herself, and then asked:
"Officer, you are here about Lanerwus, right?"
Seeing the hope in Ms. Christina's eyes, Dunn nodded and said:
"Don't worry ma'am, that's exactly what we're here for."
"You should know Dr. Dust. He found us and provided new clues. I heard that your niece, Miss Megaos, had a close relationship with Lanrewus, so I want to ask her to identify the evidence. ."
"New clues?" Christina was startled at first, then smiled bitterly, "It turns out that the police also knew about the scandal."
Christina shook her head, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes becoming more obvious along with her frown.
"I don't think Megoose can help you. She is just a stupid girl who was tricked by a liar. She is still unwilling to go to the hospital to put an end to this terrible mistake."
Dunn listened silently and met Christina's gaze with his gray eyes as deep as lakes.
"This is indeed a terrible mistake, but I think as the person who was once closest to Lanervus, there are some things that only Miss Megoose can help us with."
"I think you and victims like you should all look forward to getting your losses back and letting the fraudsters face the punishment they deserve."
"And I can assure you that we will not reveal Miss Megoose's misfortune to the outside world. On the contrary, the experts in the bureau will help her get out of the shadows. I hope you can trust us and cooperate with our actions. UU Reading www.uukanｓhu .net"
His rich voice combined with his identity as a police inspector gave Christina great persuasion.
After hearing that the scandal would not go viral, Christina finally made her decision.
She nodded heavily, stood up and said:
"I'll call her right away and go with her."
"Wait a minute, ma'am," Klein stood up and stopped Christina, "The Lanerwus matter will involve some secrets. As you know, the confidentiality agreement process is quite troublesome. We don't want to go through two processes at once. I don't think you want to waste time at night with such a procedure, not to mention your niece is still pregnant."
This is what Klein came up with after observing Christina with his spiritual vision for a long time.
He found that the woman's emotional aura was always angry and flustered. Even when talking about her poor niece, there was not much pity, but instead a color representing joy.
She cares more about her niece's reputation and the chance of recovering her losses than the niece herself.
"OK."
Christina took a few seconds to weigh the pros and cons, agreed with Klein's proposal, nodded to the two of them again, and then went upstairs to call her niece who was ready to rest.
As the footsteps gradually faded away, Klein turned off his spiritual vision, turned around and made a face to the captain.
Dunn, who was always serious, also blinked mischievously, as if approving Klein's adaptability just now.
"It's done well. At this time, in addition to the necessary care recipients, reducing the intervention of ordinary people is the right choice."
...
On the outskirts of Tingen, Mr. A, who received a letter from the "Faceless Man", looked at the spiritual creature that suddenly burst out of the air, feeling the strong hostility on the other side, and sighed deeply.
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Chapter 60 Unable to resist
"Officer, have you found Lanerwus?"
On the carriage of "Nighthawk", a soft voice broke the original peace.
"Under investigation." Klein looked away from the window and looked across.
This is a young woman with a smooth forehead, long golden hair, and a pair of big eyes that are very similar to Christina. She is melancholy and calm at this time, with pursed lips.
She is indeed an outstanding beauty... Klein's voice involuntarily became softer.
"We already have an idea of his whereabouts, and it won't take long to bring him to justice..."
Klein tried to comfort this girl who had a tragic fate and was deceived out of her most important virginity. However, he did not expect that Megoose's melancholy eyebrows did not relax after hearing his assurance, but instead gained a touch of sadness.
Megaos touched her belly and shook her head.
"I don't want my children to have a father like this."
"I can feel that he is a cute little angel. Although his father abandoned me, he comforts me every day, kicks me gently, tells me his mood, and uses music to help me sleep."
As Klein listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Dunn, who was resting with his eyes closed, also raised his head and looked across the carriage, with sympathy in his deep gray eyes.
Just now, Ms. Christina said that she took Megoose to the hospital a day or two ago. The doctor was very sure that only three weeks had passed since Megoose was unfortunately pregnant.
Three weeks later, the fetus in Melgoose's belly could only be considered an embryo. It had not yet formed. How could it kick its mother's belly?
Klein sighed silently, raised his right hand, and reached out to touch his eyebrows.
Perhaps after being deceived by Lanerwus, the pregnancy accident and the gossip from her family and the outside world have crushed this young girl's heart. She suffered from mental problems under the excessive blow, so she babbled unrealistically. things.
Damn scammer... His fingers slowly lowered between his eyebrows, and Klein couldn't bear to turn on his spiritual vision.
He was afraid that his behavior of observing Megoose's condition with his spiritual vision would be misunderstood by the unfortunate girl, leading to a misunderstanding.
Anyway, Ms. Dai Li is already preparing for the ritual. Even if there is a curse or some secret on Megoose, it cannot be hidden from the purification ritual... Klein glanced sideways at Dunn.
Realizing that Captain Dunn had no intention of delving into it now, he closed his eyes again.
A light drizzle began to fall outside the window at some point, and no one in the carriage continued the conversation. In the dead silence that fell again, the carriage drove quickly and quickly arrived at the back door of the Blackthorn Security Company.
"Aren't you going to the police station?"
Megoose leaned forward, looked out the window, looked at the ordinary two-story building, and couldn't help but be stunned.
"There are experts in psychology here, and they have recently been sorting out clues about the Lanerwus case."
Dunn stretched out his right hand, touched the side corner of the carriage a few times, and opened the umbrella.
With his help, Megoose carefully stepped on the pedal and stepped out of the carriage, while Klein followed quickly, his collar soaked by the rain.
He shook his wet hair and looked back subconsciously.
Unknowingly, the heavy rain curtain has covered the carriage parked on the street. The sky is covered with dark clouds, and lead-gray clouds lie across the night sky. From time to time, the original color is illuminated by the eerie thunder.
Fortunately, there is a water heater in the Blackthorn Security Company, and the heat rises from the soles of Klein's feet, and soon the "magician" who was beaten to death can feel the warmth from the church.
Frye, who had been waiting for a long time, came over to meet her. Instead of looking at Megoose, he directly said to Dunn:
"Ms. Daly is ready and is in the lounge."
"Lounge?" Dunn said in surprise.
"There is no suitable room underground," Frye finally looked at Megoose at this time, "and after Ms. Daly heard about the situation, she was afraid that the underground environment would have a bad impact on Miss Megoose. "
There was no suitable room underground... Only then did Dunn remember that the solitary room was occupied by Old Neil.
He had tried his best to avoid this fact before, thinking that he could rely on his bad memory to paralyze himself.
"I see."
Dunn nodded slightly, regained his energy, retracted the arm holding Megoose, and pointed in the direction of the partition with his palm.
"Our colleagues have prepared the materials."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Just now, while he was busy interacting with Frye, Dunn now noticed that Melgoose was holding her lower abdomen in pain and bending over slightly.
Her beautiful face, hidden by her long blond hair, barely restrained the urge to twitch, and cold sweat broke out on her temples.
"I thought maybe it was him and my kids weren't too happy about it."
Frye was a little surprised when he heard this. He looked around and saw both Dunn and Klein sighing.
Seeing this, Dunn helped Megoose up again, while Klein whispered into Frye's ear and explained:
"We suspect that Miss Megoose has some mental problems."
Frye's indifferent expression broke for a moment. He nodded lightly and said nothing.
...
"...Hood Eugen was used by Lanerwus again. After the ceremony, he regained some of his sanity. Although he hated Lanluwus's deception against him, he did not want to face the guards of the true Creator believers. After giving up his identity and being sent to the Southern Continent and the sea, he decided to fight to the death and planned an escape with Lanerwus."
"In the process of escaping, the deepest nightmare of this unlucky 'psychiatrist' was unfortunately completely detonated, contaminating and killing the 'Bishop Rose' who was guarding them. As a result, the messenger of the true Creator was not able to immediately I noticed that Lanrevus took advantage of the chaos and fled the stronghold."
"When Mr. A of the Aurora Society realized that the plan was out of control, he voluntarily gave up the idea of recovering Megoos under the pressure of the great Alsuhod. This is a quite reasonable consideration..."
"But what's strange is why Mr. A and Jerry Zaratul didn't take away Klein Moretti, who has a secret buried in him. Is it because of his specialness?"
"...Klein with his secret occupied too much attention of the believers of the True Creator, so that mature intelligence officers like them missed the unexpected visit of the Nighthawks to Old Neil. There was a surveillance error."
"Due to constant torture from the heart and faith, Neil, who was about to hold a ceremony and tried to resurrect his fiancée, had a reasonable emotional breakdown at the most critical moment. He did not resist and actively cooperated with the 'Nighthawks' to imprison him for investigation. Behind the Nice Gate, he told all the details of his contacts with the Southern Continent."
"...Mr. A, who could no longer control the overall situation, did not cancel the performances on the circus schedule. Dast, the doctor who was once responsible for treating Hood Eugen, saw the forged letter from Lanrewus and prepared to go ahead. Go to the circus and look for clues."
"What an unfortunate development. Even though the Nighthawks were prepared in advance and made detailed plans, they still failed to achieve any results. Instead, they were misled by the wrong information obtained from Dust and took the initiative to find the pregnant one. Megoose, the abandoned son of the true Creator, Dunn, who was in an unstable state, and Klein, who was worried, failed to notice the coincidence..."
Turning to the last page of the note, he looked at the blank page. Ince Zangwill, who had dark golden hair, one eye and one arm, dark blue to almost black pupils, a high nose, and facial features as deep as a statue, tightened his hands and swayed excitedly. Quill, continue the story directed by myself.
He simply wrote the opening sequence of the finale.
"Megaos has arrived at Blackthorn Security Company, and the ceremony is about to begin."
...
The light blue liquid is suspended in the air, slowly following the traces outlined in chalk, filling the ritual track from both ends.
Except for Leonard, who was guarding the Chanis Gate underground, Dunn, Frye, and Klein all gathered in the lounge, guarding Dai Li to ensure that the ceremony could proceed normally.
Megoose, who still had a look of pain on her face, sat on a wooden chair in the middle of the ceremony.
Her eyes were blank and she didn't have much energy. She seemed to have lost consciousness, leaving only her body's instinct to support her upper body and lean on the back of the chair to prevent her from falling.
In order to reduce the impact on this unfortunate poor man, Dai Li used a "psychic potion" in advance to put Megoose into a "sleepwalking" state where the spirit body is asleep and the body is awake.
Such preparations are useful. Megoose completely let go of her resisting spirit body and showed good affinity. As the ritual went to normal, the ceremony began to take effect. Dai Li raised her hands high, and the light blue liquid evaporated into light blue. The colored light spots smoothly integrated into Megoose's body.
The aura belonging to the "Night Goddess" purified the accumulated bad things in Megoose's body. The pregnant woman's complexion became healthier and healthier, and everything seemed to be going well...
But in the face of such smooth progress, Dai Li suddenly let out a piercing scream, stepped back, and bumped into Dunn's chest.
"What's wrong!"
Dunn blocked Daly with his arm, and Frye and Klein reached for their pockets at the same time.
Dai Li ignored the dense cold sweat on her forehead and opened her mouth.
She seemed to have just experienced the deepest and most profound nightmare and could hardly wake up. Even her vocal cords had lost their function and she could only make a hissing sound with her breath and lips.
"abdomen."
"What?"
Dunn stared sharply at Megoose, who was still in the middle of the ceremony and was still successfully purifying impurities in her body. He did not immediately think that the ceremony had gone out of control. He could only vaguely hear Dai Li's weak, silky voice. said.
"Run...run..."
"UUReading www.uukanshu.net That child, the pollution of the true Creator..."
Klein, who tried to use his spiritual vision to find out, finally broke free from the constant cold sweat and muttered the answer that Dai Li failed to say.
He gave up using the spell and reached out to grab his two teammates. The huge force caused the two of them and Dai Li, who was being held in his arms, to stagger.
But everything was too late. The light blue that filled the ceremony was subverted, and blood red filled the room in an instant. "Megaos" slowly raised her neck in a mechanical movement, and looked at her teammates' clothes with ruthless indifference. Horn, Klein with fear in his eyes.
The corners of her mouth raised, revealing a meaningful, difficult, and inhuman smile. Her flat belly suddenly exploded, losing its flesh and blood and internal organs. An embryonic-shaped meat ball was embedded in it, replacing the role of a life-support organ. .
The shadows in the room and the blood mist spraying in the air were squirming crazily, and they were connected to the exposed embryo... Klein could not understand the knowledge that suddenly appeared in his mind, but his body and spirituality made it one step ahead. In response, he grabbed two pieces of clothes and ran towards the door with his back.
Get out of here!
Get out of here!
leave!
His spiritual intuition was shouting crazily, and all Klein could see was the softly lit doorway.
With only a few steps, not even a second, he can take everyone out, jump with fire, and the monsters will definitely not be able to catch up...
puff!
However, the pain stimulated the body's feedback before he became aware of it, and Klein lowered his head in confusion.
Illusive shadows were wrapped in blood clots, and orange flames hung on the dirty spears, which were being squeezed out of his body bit by bit, bringing with them a mass of translucent flesh and blood.
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